|Cybernetic culture research unit|
Pretty girl 16 has fun and runs crazy ----- Little girl 16 now a mother grown lazy --- get to 16 yr baby like mother grows lazy ---- round and around ----
K0-82. Siouxsie Sioux syzygy. In the Underground Siouxsie's watching --- the same old scenes ---- the endless full circle ---- going round and around ---- urging you to find the next exit ---- take any line ---- red --- silver ---- blue ---- any line except the yellow ----- wheel turning .
Wrong turn ------ You wanna go back?
OK, start with K0-74. Patti Smith learning how to annul the organs. I put my hands ----- inside his ----cranium ------. Look at her: you can't tell whether she's a boy or a girl. Or something else .Patti's shaking down the old Sublimination Scam the story that rock n' roll is a sex substitute [what you really wanna be doing, boys and girls, is having a poke] wise that's it just a way of locking out abstraction covering up the holes in his Face - 20 C-katasonix was always hunting ways out of the organism - not providing background music for its repro in mammal mating rituals --- Patti knows that even da good ol blooz was crossroads traffic - hacking meat to get signal She's taking you back further than you wanted to go. Further than you can remember. Where they all float . On the way down you become-animal A000w00000 .. werew0lves of London H0000wling .. Doyaknow how to pony?
She's diving slow ----- into the ------sea of possibilities ---- seized ---- carried away ---- whirlpools ---- the whipporwills will ----- seize the possibilities ----The sea -----------
The K-Goths just luuurv Patti. "She suuuuuuuucks "
K0-92. Kurt Cobain's becoming-woman fucks up big style. Kurt feels neutered and spayed, deracinated, a mulatto, an albino, got no backbone, bad posture, coldspine junkie insect fever - a mosquito [Cronenberg: it's a Kafka hi it makes you feel like a bug'], my libido Kurt wants Mur Mur real bad but he can't ---- quite ---- reach ---- You go back and it was fucked from the start - Dollar Bills dangling in the amnion. [Tungsten Carbide] stomach pains blunted by every drug going, Kurt sings hoarse and bitter, sounds like he's possessed by poor old Johnny Lennon surrendering to the void. All this suicide in sex' (Siouxsie) sea-drive shit is just a boy story = they can't hack Mur Mur so they call it death - nirvana state of zer0 differentiation . Doesn't matter if we all die.
The cybergoths know that sex is a boy thing. "There's only one sex and it is male .." They've already absorbed everything Foucault has to teach about the inoperability of sex as a submersive vector anything sexual already belongs to the Fuzz
The Fuzz have installed LLAD units to hunt down and neutralize K-Goth contagion ("started that program sometime in the 80s when things started getting weird" ). The LLADs Localised Libido AnDro-ids only operate in gangs. They love their job, and they come cheap: beer and a little pornostim and they're anybody's . Gill just looks tired. "Jeez, those guys rock."
The cat riddled with worms chases its tail ---
Cybergoths don't fall for the Stephens sexmagic, and that makes them dangerous. It's a simple technique Fuzz learned it from Prof Freud and pricktease kinoporn: cover it up and they'll want it, whatever it is. So they initiate a [Burroughs] sex-blockade, set up pseudosocial taboos whilst all the time sucking you into the Grind. You get paid off in the orgasm drug - jack yrself into a four-eye despotic machine, say goodbye to Neverland .
---- round and around ---- OK, you Numbskull boys you fuckers, you screwheads the Fuzz have you by the balls you go back - nude photos of you in every imaginable position prepared in the lab in advance and you go thru the motions cut and paste it all together do it again - localise libido on arbitrary fetish zones what makes you want her to swallow your cum? Or fuck her in the ass? (Lab boyz really enjoyed putting those sequences together) you think this is any more natural than all that nasty queer shit you hate? Jack do it - Get real, it's all artificial porno photos cut into your CNS Dumb fucks. - idiot repetition loops - Go back jack and do it again .
Wheel turning round and round
Why did they snuff infant sexuality? Because if there's infant sexuality there's no sexuality only diffuse fields of poly tentacled tantric tactility - oozing can't localise It - The Fuzz lock erotics into reproducible units of punctual metricity how many times you do it last night? There's no issue with cyberotics because it's pointless where does it start? With a kiss tics touch caress look word ..It all affects. All Its affects . Endless unraveling towards the body of Uttunul Which never comes .
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K-O82. Siouxsie's dark rimmed swimming pool eyes are black mirror-mosaics held up to Now's future-past mesh. A Kiss in the Dreamhouse catazones out thru the [w]hole Goth continuum: Germanism, Galvanic reanimation, Poe morgue morbidity, Caligari-carny, cut and bolted botched Karloff-flesh, Isherwood Weimar Cabaret, Artaud BwO, Phibes organ-grinding, Hitchcock carrion, helter-skelter Beatles-Charlie pysch-out, Ballard crashed autoeroticism, O. Butler Entity erotofissix , K-tech body melting .
Confound the dowdy flock -----S/zy channels all the sturm und drangst crossing the twisted nerves of the fetal-Web [the tuned out nocturned on non-scene of the global necrovillage]. What could be less laddish than Goths S/Z cut out snake kastratocult into autowounding as decoration ---- Becoming Ernst animal heads ---- Because we're painted birds ----- By our own design ---- Waiting- waiting - to lose the bandages It's Ballard/Butler scarring as erotocontact --- waiting - for new appendages ---- I opened up the wound ----- Neo-shamanic hallucid dreams: My chest was full of eels -----Pushing through my usual skin -----
Hugging my knees ---- The Banshees scream out for all the masochistic I'm losing me obsession that'll be stifled by 80s body-snatched contractarian relationship culture - "Respect my space" fuck that: if I wanted a partner I'd go into business --- spines merging in Naked Lunch insectoid erotohorror -----faces blurring and loving It --- you wanna eat me----- melt ---- my lover ----- melt ---- mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmore eerotic
Jean slides over. "You wanna eat me?" Licking her lips. Reveling in the dips as we
dive ----- slow ----backbone slipping --- spine juices flowing -----