abstraction humanitys aurorae and asterism its screen and total social fact is an agent and ambassador of ghosts in our pataruptive age hardly anything of knowledge but abstraction knowledge having become something else in its removal from the body and objectability in autopsy everythings a ghost and our uncanny hyperemphasis on physicality sex wellness healing life their severance from their twins and loves belies our comprehensive collapse into an ethereality wholly beyond our dissective fanaticism
i am headless in société acéphale my heads been cut out from the system of objects and cast into the abyss of images i am thus a ghost
we are slight suggestions apparitions of vision frightful excitements children of nightmare and semblances of shining dizzy returnings disembodied spirits of the controvertible living duppies of dance we are thus ghosts eidola of nonexistent worlds
the film of things whether we call this film skin brick plastra bark carbonfibre is a genre of cinema and manifest with cinema and we who would vibratingly surface know in weird allay we watch the shimmering gestures of the mind of ghosts
my life in the bush of ghosts has taught me we arent born again once as the christians preach but reborn in unceasing incessantnesses so wholly & in such ways we never fully come to birth once youve entered the bush of grotesque eatings all things are returnings turnings and your pragmatic world of reason becomes a shadow more shadow than the bush
can ghosts dies a question that isnt as irrational as your imaginationless mind thinks ghosts can marry scream fall fuck so why should they not be able to die? theyre never born and this is why theyre ghosts and we all ghosts living the output of their code
as someone fictional says the bodys imaginary and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom loves a privileged perception the most total and lucid not only of the worlds unreality but of our own unreality not only do we traverse a realm of shadows we ourselves are shadows
as ghostliness spawns anything as a symbol of anything i spawn in the ungraspable elemental anarchy that consummate rarity order in the operations of the spirit this brief manual of turnings a manifestation of that order
who cant help but admire the flexibility of ghosts these creatures of uncanny stewardship who while we talk our values live them whove no need of heads ears limbs and hardly genitalia and move without missing their way or being ashamed of their nakedness? who cant adore their vital innocence?
as the only part of humanity worthy of preservation is consciousness ghosts are the reven of this worth and to not pay them due is gross neglect
humans in their vastly oppressive and imbecilic speciescentrism think of ghosts as vaguely human ghastly products of relations of humanity and death or occasionally our close mammalian relatives but everythings ghost radiators poetry pseudevippacana phenomenology thegospelaccordingtoluke twitter zephyrs peritrichousmyxogastridmycetozoa nakshatra
anarchy and art are two means to subvert capitalism that mechanical false monist deaderthandead ghostliness but anarchy being implementable only partially and in the sick monumentalism of society remains a subsidiary of art which is the realm of ghosts and so boundless melancholic ecstatic acedic
ghosts are the origin end and centre of goths their anagram and aureolae sleek fashions of blackness true music of the underground industry of hallucinogenic life and what other industry might there be as all your industrial preoccupations are nothing but productions of our profession of visionary verve?
ghosts are full citizens of the kingdom of god of knowledgeable naiveté of the terror of joy and joy of terror of worms and merdre as delicacies and michelin restaurants as gushed latrines ghosts being inveterately holy aerate the nonearth of earth so we fallen ghosts & ghosts in training can snap our ankles in the little holes of the posing everyday
rabbit holes are the habit roles of ghosts and if youd be a ghost practice falling down
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