the horror! the mirror! the rorrim! the rorroh!

rarely does sadoo doodo respond explicitly to that vulgar world of facts and opinions that so tediously dominates the vaudevillian horror of society – we deal with the forceful omnipresence of that sphere by processing it through a factory specializing in ridiculousness to produce little shits of doodo texts – but a spiritual amalgam of being on a train for 60 hours forced to puke-dribble polite talk with 150 mostly wretched specimens of ostensible animation surrounded by smells of slaughtered pigs in a warped role play in which the staff are kindergarten teachers and the customers the kids, finding itself in some bleak northern city at the end of april and it’s -1° and snowing, drawn masochistically to online media news as vain hope to compensate for existential claustrophobia, i read how robot emotions may give us a false sense of security. the article should be retitled clichés from the noosphere. it’s pieces like this – even more than the overt ones on climate change and species genocide – that provide irrevocable evidence of not only impending apocalypse but human commitment to it through an unwavering confusion of conformity and intelligence. every story now requires validation from a postured coddled class of experts as humans have willed their minds to an unseen contract through a faith in technology that makes medieval christianity seem like the law of universal gravitation

as is usual in these reports, the reputed trend (humans feeling overly secure through anthropomorphized technology) and the conjectured concern about the trend (that this security isn’t real or as real as human emotion and this irreality is dangerous) are equally nonsensical. sure, humans can feel overly secure through anthropomorphized technology, but they can feel underly secure through it too, and they can feel underly or overly or overly and underly secure through unanthropomorphized technology, anthropomorphized or unanthropomorphized mammals, insects, trees, humans ... . we’d need some splatter chart of polydimensional proportions to even grossly picture the growing technosphere and its relations with a constantly changing human over- and under-confidence – orientations not to be ignored (though they are also this) yet hardly yet another tiny correlation waiting to be tinyly solidified, tinyly dogmatized, tinyly analyzed … subject to that tired conflation between specificity (some humans in some instances have some emotions corresponding to a murky x) and generalized theory (this particular trend exhibits [or even may exhibit] this particular danger [yes it may exhibit this but it may exhibit many others also]). the number of unstated assumptions, anthropocentric nonsense, sentimental stupidity, conjectured correlations that collapse under light synaptic firing feeds our accelerating advocacy for cockroaches

look at quotes from three of the usual sort – researchers poofessors assearchers chicken soup ghost writers – yanked into the officialblabosphere to make nonsense of nonsense

The performance of empathy is not empathy. Simulated thinking might be thinking, but simulated feeling is never feeling. Simulated love is never love.

Even if you know a robot has very little autonomy, when something moves in your space and it seems to have a sense of purpose, we associate that with something having an inner awareness or goals.

When we interact with another human, dog, or machine, how we treat it is influenced by what kind of mind we think it has. When you feel something has emotion, it now merits protection from harm.

even a few sentences from a few of the best books turn these expert comments into rotting depopped popcorn. haven't read them? oh dear. you could start with a smattering of polysemous explorations of love reality simulation thinking feeling communication freedom slavery consciousness interiority etiology teleology species exceptionalism contextuality entitlement capitalism factory farming exotericism …

my toaster moves in my space and seems to have a sense of purpose

you torture and kill pigs and googoo over cats and call yourself empathic

simulated love might very well be the only love that has known love, simulated feeling the only feeling that feels, how do you know the difference between simulation and reality other than through autodefinitions you find in the mirror of your toilet?

what you call authentic love is a narcissistic simulation, a card drawn from a particular game you imbecilically and dictatorially objectify as the only game

performance is everything, even in its manifestations as under- over- anti- meta- pata- etc- and non-performance

who is the more authentic emotionalian – fernando pessoa (fine at certain kinds of simulatings), anabel jensen (an expert in emotional intelligence), chandra mohan jain (a rind bind of simulated brine), anne sexton (fine at certain kinds of simulatings), or … (   ) or ... (   ) or ... (   ) or ... ?

if you can’t spontaneously generate at least 22 such rebuttals within 22 seconds of reading such an article run to kurtz and ask your weeny & deserved god to shrink your shrunken head and stick it on a torch in darkest esotatic esoterica

i delve into socionormative texts – whether in the form of news articles or train conversations or – and rererrhealize we are fake and dusty teeny plants in cheap plastic pottings living through dissimulated soils on arcane bookshelves of forgotten hostel libraries in undesirable cities on a silent planet juggled by an uncanny coulrophobic clown

w e c l o w n s

w e s a d d o o d o s a d o o s

the venom of hyperbolic doubt always finds its efficacy

that everything is mud

little is known about the farmer’s attitude toward nature

little is known about the bus driver's attitude toward driving & buses

little is known about the lunatic’s attitude toward madness

little is known

here in the irrevocable politics of distortion enigma misprision blindness deafness irresponsibility foolishness injustice …

to live mostly in the impolitic of the body’s crepuscular hazes

the drug of choice is horror

heads

it hangs above its body as if the two organisms are unacquainted   almost as big as a pumpkin its face pushed and squeezed in so many directions the result is less a face than a validation of anarchy

flecked goldorange glasses so huge the face behind  of a buggypretty sort  is swallowed into a consumption of eyeware

what’s the price of boredom? how much is it worth?

in the markets of a lonely silent weary world

in recent business news  habitat for humanity and crimes against humanity have merged   it’s being debated whether the new name is crimes against habitat  habitat for crimes  humanity against humanity  or humanity for crimes

humour is the condition of radical receptivity  of being comprised primarily of holes

the difference between a conservative and liberal is the kinds of technology required for the body to maintain itself in technology

an apotropaic disoscitant meets an insomnalent djab

to cast down the image of the god of the whites

now enshrined in the distributed homes of the rainbow

the apocalyptic visions of writers like william blake and mary shelley  who imagined that a radical aesthetic might destroy the same dull round and generate a new jerusalem  steadily gave way to ends being nothing more than reminders that we must survive

far from climate change prompting writers to question whether the mode of human existence that altered the planet as a living system should be extinguished to make way for other forms of life  the threat to human existence and the witnessing of the sixth mass extinction event has enabled a contraction of the human imagination not merely to the human species  but to humanity in its urban affluent hyperconsuming and globally subsuming form

by 2027 the world has accelerated to such an extent that the wikipedia homepage in the news section  instead of posting on average two new items per day  typically posts 29 new items

a recent sampling –

• gunman kills 1328 in jakarta mosque
• civil war truce called again in st. louis
• pazakhstan air flight 3033 crashes off the coast of hawaii  canaryair air flight 292 in the himalayan foothills  yourewonderfulair flight 12 in the south pacific  savecash!!!air flight 401 in tawargha  nudist air flight 69 in the black forest  all 2791 passengers and crew are killed as well as 111 on the ground and sea
• donald trump elected to fourth term amidst wedding rumours with putin
• canada annexed
• africa goes bankrupt while largely underwater
• australia proclaims itself finally ‘purified’
• terrorists destroy taj mahal eiffel tower big ben the hermitage the golden gate bridge and tokyo skytree simultaneously
• facegooglsoft buys world bank and cia
• thai president admits to years of sex with underaged robots
• mandarin defeats english for the ninth consecutive year in the world chess championship  the international poetry knockout  and the global barista olympics
• 7 new synthetic elements manufactured and immediately declared endangered
• earth’s elite trillionaire club buys moon
• san francisco and los angeles complete negotiations for merger   city to be known as sanlos or frang or sos isces or laneles or nosanan or sangisco or losco or cisco or costco
• dharavi attacks bollywood and declares martial law
• the toledo terrible turds defeat the crawfordville ball propellants in the superbowl
• punxsutawney phil wins the nobel peace prize
• tesla announces the world’s first fully plastic functional plastic-eating whale
• yiz biggo  driving a 9-in-1 hewlett packard 28000zz  wins the triple crown
• saudia arabia eradicates all homosexuals women lessthanbillionaires and heathen
• united nations officially changes its name to disunited what?
• the giraffe siberian tiger african elephant 21 species of birds 7 species of amphibians 13 species of reptiles 3492 species of plants 9420 species of insects 11301 species of fungi declared extinct in the monsanto-iucn weekly roundup
• doped olympic bronze medalist walks the english channel on garbage
• nasa sends florida into outer space
• pope selenium i commits seppuku in popemobile in porto alegre
• paving of brazilian rainforest complete
• alberta wildfire grows to 1630000 square kilometres   two canadian provinces declared ‘non-existent’
• gunman  after blowing up the stolen mona lisa and starry night  kills 2497 in prague restaurant
• disney brings mickey mouse to life   last seen 40 metres tall and 5 dimensions and heading toward manhattan   usaf says strikes are proving ineffective

version 14.E 149774c^c  inoti’s recent and current release of atmanbrahman  by a phantom cell of an underground spiritual alliance stream

while some have attempted to find relations between inoti and inaughty  the virtual front of {         }

no documentation has been found supporting these assertions

lists of imaginary book/piece titles  like conjured band names  are sufficient works on their own   a bibliography with infinite references but its only substance itself   perhaps with abstracts tables of contents bibliographical data forewords prefaces lists of illustrations and occasionally with commentary reviews further spawned titles … the book proper lost its existence dubious perhaps never born   a borgesian fantasy for sure (although perhaps borges collapsed into itself  a black hole of babel) but one we’d like to see more fully developed – particularly with a singular human devoting a consumed life to such a pursuit   part of it is that with all the present & accelerating excess  a little minimalism doesn’t necessarily provide any balance  but at least might be a blurry picture of a tiny mirror with some light in its depths (a star? candle? phone?) in the midst of excessive infinities of interstellar linguistic space. here are some starter titles –

operating manual for hermits and mystics

(in partial fulfillment of iso ⁰√0)

penis  rites for silence and jiǔ gè zìmǔ (song)

pin this quanta to the wind (poetry)

a cosmic welter of helter skelters (children’s graphic novel)

blerry chossoms in hopencagen where chogger-blicks go to thelfie semselves (a YA book)

noti  a naughty not i (erotica)

dial or howl an owlodile (children’s nonsense verse)

hachimoji dna  an autohagiography (from deep within a scientific mind)

autoexiling  a precarian handbook (small press bust)

a holy oily body  leonora carrington and the magic of irresolution (thoroughly researched and moderately insightful scholarly work)

fuck your gonads (queer theory)

insurgents of the cognitariat (academic bestseller  cited everywhere)

why be a salaried slave who suffers when you can be crazy? (self-help)

light does not become them any longer (novel)

dan nada can ad a cad (unclassified)

eudaimonia pragmata adiaphora astathmēta anepikrita doxai adoxastous aklineis and akradantous  plumbing obscurity for irreal answers from the chicken soul of a misplaced harena (unclassified)

today i gather the favourite heads from their bodies on the stuffed sidewalks and put them in my empty bathtub at the end of day. they still blink the heads but the sounds have stopped and i blink back at them. we blink like cats and advance greens. i rearrange them so that the smallest are at the top and one tries to bite me and i throw it in the toilet but it doesn’t flush and is just stuck there like a gigantic poo. quite the day it says and says i’ll help you and disassembles right there into its constituent parts and though it takes eight or nine flushes i get it down. the others watch with interest through the mirror on the ceiling and some try to talk. i see that biting head drew blood and i hold my arm over the heads and drip on them. i can tell some like this and i think of putting my hands in again, i want to please them, when the doorbell rings and it is the eyeball merchant and i wrap my wrist in some underwear and we chat like friends and he inspects the products and we transact to each of our slight displeasure. the heads themselves now, with nothing to see and having given up on making sounds, just exist like art in a basement and staircases and i think of getting rid of them but take showers at the neighbour’s and the smells a bit much as they decay but the skulls are nice and eventually i take baths with them and play with them like older children do with duckies or young ones with their poo

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