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Jan 07, 2024 · XV sections · 𝕊&𝔽&𝔻
Jan 07, 2024
Lost Eros
III
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𝕊&𝔽&𝔻 por 𝐽𝑄𝐷 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍. 💙 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙎𝙎 𝙀𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇 𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎
░░ 16-BIT — SEMI-HUMAN WERE-CREATURE / VIOLENT NEON GREEN / PRIMEVAL FOREST ░░
16-bit: less wolfish semi-human were-creature in morphological glitch — more humanoid features, less fur, distorted eerie appearance — dominated by violent neon green — dark mystical primeval forest backdrop, twisted trees, faint ghostly light — surreal and unsettling atmosphere.

We act as animals or automatons but surely not as "people."

░░ 16-BIT — ACEPHALIC NON-ENTITY / APOCALYPTIC WASTELAND / DYSTOPIAN ░░
16-bit: acephalic non-entity in more apocalyptic setting — headless figure, abstract and distorted, ghostly fragmented silhouette — backdrop of dystopian wasteland, ruined buildings, smoky skies, scattered debris — symbolizing decay and end of times — dissolution and chaos.
𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝒑̲̅𝒓̲̅𝒆̲̅𝒔̲̅𝒆̲̅𝒏̲̅𝒕̲̅𝒔̲̅ 🅰 🅿🅻🅴🅰🆂🆄🆁🅴-🅿🆁🅾🅶🆁🅰🅼🅼🅴: 𝐴 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝑜𝑓 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐅𝐨𝐠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬
I. Introduction to Hypnosis
A head of steam and fog and dreams. A house of sand toppling lean. Chaparral burning mondegreen. "A man to death," canary sings. Chopped offal in offering of awful things. A bell appears All-Hell it rings —
░░ 16-BIT — ACEPHALIC NON-ENTITY / PURPLE LA CITYSCAPE / MINIMALIST ░░
16-bit: minimalist stark apocalyptic Los Angeles scene, haunting purple hue — acephalic non-entity silhouette against desolate cityscape — simplified skyline, few building outlines, nearly empty streets, scattered remnants of civilization — surreal ghostly quality, eerie stillness — desolation and eerie beauty, solitary shadow on barren landscape.
II. A Grave Concern
When I leave this Earth. I increase in worth. So get in now. If you dig my dirt. Lend me your inbox.
III. It's All Just Little Richard (or dipset, or camp lo, or coflow, or whatever)
The weed is making you crazy. Feels like a heart attack maybe. You're a sunken void. Getting fucking paranoid. It's okay. You're okay. Lost November. Come what May. . Full disclosure. Copter. Take hover. I'm in the angry gorilla enclosure. Apeshit conniption fit carsflipover. I've got the kong in me. Style strongly. Superheavyweight. I break blocks and stacks. Beatbox and snatch. Waxed slacks. Leatherette. Panic atax. Cold calm. Knick-knacks. Stolen lovers. And bereaved clovers. . O Brother. Another cleaver-heave of a line. Like "Fuck your mother." Psychopathic in nature. Lion dandywine. Fine. Leonine. Lure legacy line. Controlled burn the forest. Spark the pine. Elven tusk. It's eleven to dusk. Fuckmusk. Poisonous. Fox-ass. Vixenous. There's no fixing us. In this eunuch hour. A preservationist's approach to perfume will only sour. A unique urine tinge. A conservator scowls. Yellored books for unlit wooks in a babblong tower. . Gone on. Too long. Witless. Pitiless. Pissant. Frissons. . People always wonder if you're gay. People wetdream allday. The juiciest of oceans pray. Gossip in a ghospel way. The bazing of a spelling bee. The stupidest shit you could ever be. . Fallow fields and factories. Rivers run run red big bending. I don't know the color but I can tell you what the pig meant. I'm a swirholian figment. Pinkmeat. Markham marked-up. Seeking market-rate tenants to rent the mind waste. Blast me into space:
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IV. Verse / Chorus / Extended Instrumental Outro
I'm going really fucking fast so I'll be gone soon. Time to make it fucking reign lowland monsoon. . If you crucified every thought that crossed your mind. If you crucified every thought that crossed your mind. If you crucified every thought that crossed your mind. If you crucified every thought that crossed your mind.
V. Become Nothing

The pure attraction of an earlier Internet was its promise of disembodiment and immateriality.

The user used.

Your hand on the leash.

Depart reality.

Separation.

Now we find in the web's manipulation a crisis. Duplicate. Replicant. A mirrorball comparison. Conflation. A mockery. A haunted shopping mall. A stalker. A gang-mob. Bosses.

There will come a scandalous day when some as-yet unknown digital forensic marker for "AI"-generateed content will expose some supposed-schizophrenic shamanic aspirant as A Fraud, but I tell you Now Today:

I go in raw. Awe shit. Lossless. Upside-down. Double-crosses.
VI. Performance
I don't want to be on video. I don't want to be in your photo. I don't want to go on a Zoom call. I don't want to be on at all.
VII. A Niche Rapper Has an Unlikely Hit

"Took her down in the priest costume she got religiously e-dicked."

Then he kind of mumbles. Says something about a precinct. Then lots of sirens and gun-shot sounds, and an uncleared Above the Law sample, (which is itself a sample), that leads to a prolonged and nasty legal mess.

His manager was embezzling fucking everything anyway.

VIII. Akasha Corp:
GAPING AI (Writing Notes in Public and Leaving Them There)
░░ AKASHA CORP — EARLY 80s SOFTWARE COMPANY LOGO / PIXELATED / HYPER-MINIMAL ░░
Refined logo: "AKASHA CORP" in clear pixelated font, early computer graphics, more defined and legible — "AKASHA" larger, cleaner pixelated letters as focal point — "CORP" directly below, smaller, equally legible — reduced background elements, low bitrate retro digital look — hyper-minimal spare, dark simple background.
AKASHA CORP - "Hollywood cracked in half that day."
THE IDEA:

Caught on chat logs and prosecuted by automated AI for using Forbidden Words. Full retroactive application until we find The Purest One, Who Has Said None of It.

That Speechless Sayer.
or:
What if time-travel were invented, but it was only for specific sensory faculties, or the sensory faculties trickled in over time like the transition from radio→TV→cinema etc.
What if auditory time-travel were used to retroactively blackmail/cancel people, or to strike them from some historical record?

Well, you know, I've always hated the term "damnatio memoriae," cuz how the FUCK do you pronounce that out loud without sounding like a total asshole to everyone, or seeming like some type of H*rr* P*tt*r Twerp or whatever, right, but it's such a useful term, or the thing that it points to is, so I reckon what we need is a damned neologism . . .

OUTPUT Creating neologistic words that could substitute for "damnatio memoriae," a Latin term meaning "condemnation of memory," while incorporating classical roots and portmanteaus, and focusing on poesy and melopoeia (the musical quality of words), presents an intriguing challenge. Here's a list of 20 such words:
Obliteralectuscombining "obliterate" and "electus" (chosen), implying the chosen erasure.
Memorifraguma blend of "memoria" (memory) and "fragum" (breaking), suggesting the fragmentation of memory.
Silentiumhistoriamerging "silentium" (silence) and "historia" (history), indicating a history silenced.
Oblivioscriptumfrom "oblivio" (forgetfulness) and "scriptum" (written), denoting the forgotten writings.
Exmemorarcanacombining "ex" (out of) and "memora" (memories) with "arcana" (secrets), for memories erased like secrets.
Chronodeletrixa fusion of "chrono" (time) and "deletrix" (female destroyer), symbolizing the destruction of time's memory.
Nihilrecordum"nihil" (nothing) and "recordum" (record), suggesting a record turned to nothing.
Eclipsimemoriaefrom "eclipsi" (eclipse) and "memoriae," implying memories eclipsed or overshadowed.
Fadoforgetum"fado" (fate) combined with "forgetum" (forgotten), indicating a fate of being forgotten.
Cryptomnesiummerging "crypto" (hidden) with "mnesium" (memory), for memories hidden away.
Evanescriturafrom "evanesc" (evanesce) and "scriptura" (writing), denoting writings that vanish.
Tabularasacona blend of "tabula rasa" (clean slate) and "con" (against), suggesting a clean slate against memory.
Amnesiavaultuscombining "amnesia" (forgetfulness) and "vaultus" (face), for a face forgotten.
Oblivionexusfrom "oblivio" (forgetfulness) and "nexus" (connection), indicating a loss of connection to memory.
Vacuumentalismerging "vacuum" (empty) with "mentalis" (mental), suggesting an emptying of the mind.
Erasurequiema fusion of "erasure" and "requiem" (rest), symbolizing a restful erasure.
Nullomemoriumfrom "nullo" (none) and "memorium" (memory), denoting no memory left.
Letheanlapsecombining "Lethean" (relating to Lethe, the river of forgetfulness) and "lapse," for a lapse into forgetfulness.
Mysticmemoricidemerging "mystic" and "memoricide" (killing of memory), suggesting a mystical elimination of memory.
Necromemoriafrom "necro" (death) and "memoria" (memory), symbolizing the death of memory.
AUDIENCE ENGAGEMENT EXERCISE:
Well, what's the word?
Vacuumentalis? Nullomemorium? Exmemorarcana?
█INT. AKASHA CORP OFFICE MK. I a CONVERTED GARAGE
in
PLAYA DEL GÜEY,
LOST EROS, CA.
(exact year indeterminate)
SUBJECT types furiously into CHATBOT, awaits response . . . OUTPUT To create Greek-derived words that could represent the concept of all-encompassing or total hearing, analogous to "panopticon," I will blend various Greek roots that are relevant to hearing and the idea of totality or completeness. Here are five etymologically valid words, crafted for their poetic resonance:
Pantakousia: Combining "pan-" (all) with "akousia" (hearing). Suggests the idea of hearing everything, akin to the panopticon's seeing everything.

Holakoustos: From "holos" (whole, entire) and "akoustos" (heard). Implies a state where everything is heard or within auditory reach.

Panakoe: Merging "pan-" with "akoē" (hearing, the sense of hearing). Suggests an omnipresent auditory perception.

Kykloakousia: From "kyklos" (circle, cycle) and "akousia." Could imply a circular, encompassing system of hearing.

Aionakoustēs: Combining "aion" (age, eternity) with "akoustēs" (listener, hearer). Suggests an eternal or timeless listener.
SUBJECT scratches head. "Holakoustos, huh, yeah, Marketing'll love that . . ." Motherfucker talks like Garfield. Wearied stabs at the keyboard. Another route:
OUTPUT Creating Latin-derived words for a concept analogous to "panopticon" but focused on hearing, we can combine Latin roots related to sound and totality. Here are five words that are etymologically sound and chosen for their poetic resonance:
Omnisonus: From "omni-" (all, every) and "sonus" (sound). Suggests the idea of all sounds being perceived or encompassing all auditory phenomena.

Totiauditio: Combining "toti-" (whole, entire) from "totus," and "auditio" (hearing, the act of listening). Implies a state where everything is heard.

Omniauris: Merging "omni-" and "auris" (ear). Suggests an omnipresent or all-encompassing ear — hearing everything.

Circumsonus: From "circum-" (around, about) and "sonus." Could imply a surrounding, all-encompassing system of hearing, capturing sounds from every direction.

Aeternauditor: Combining "aeterna" (eternal) and "auditor" (listener, hearer). Suggests an eternal listener, someone who hears all things across time.
"Jackpot." A fist pump. "Fuck yeah." Picks up the phone. Fires off a text.
SMS "WE GOT IT."

Last swig from the rum bottle and it's pass-out time.

But first, on a lined yellow pad, scrawled croatan:

Before there can be any forgetting.
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IX. Yet Another Way I Got Rich Was (A Lazier Idea)

Creating a multi-media property called 'The Doomed Aunt Network' about a group of so-called "contemporary cat ladies," veering into spinsterdom, in their tidy city apartments and considered outfits.

No one is entirely sure what level of ironic detachment this is operating on.

It assuredly comes from no place of superiority.

Hell — we'd all like to meet these ladies.

That's why we're here.

Thinking like:

Barista
Yoga Instructor
Vintage Clothing Store Clerk
Makeup Artist
Jewelry Designer
Interior Decorator/Stager
Florist
Freelance Photographer
Hair Stylist
Pet Groomer/Dog Walker

→ But that's probably Too Many Aunts. Gotta scuttle and cull.

Anyway, The D.A.N. are courted by the Avuncular Hunks (perhaps Hunx? — Ed.).

Though they intermingle as well.

Obviously.

It's the '90s, mom.

God.

░░ 16-BIT SNES — MASKED WRESTLER / JUSHIN LIGER HORNED MASK / FIERCE PROMO ░░
16-bit SNES-style: masked lithe long-haired wrestler in puroresu/lucha libre match — Jushin Liger-style horned mask, vibrant detailed — post-match, injured but fierce, cutting promo — standing in ring, one arm raised, microphone in hand, intense expression through mask — roaring crowd, bright dynamic lighting.
X. Space Flying Tiger Interlude (Pesadilla del Sr. Vacío Arpista)

Mark Stain was the worst promoter in all of Delaware.

So it was no surprise the show came to disaster.

Took the gate as a favor for Mr. Entertainment. Claude couldn't make it. Had to drop it cuz of some chick had a pregnancy scare out in Arizona, somewhere. Tucson. Something.

So here I was, subbing.

Scrubbing for Stain.

The ring ropes were too loose.

So when I went to do my shit.

To my disdain.

I fell on through.

Cement glue.

Man.

XI. A Letter from Lonely, Lonely Child aka Lonelyonlychild

What if certain forms of neurodivergent outward expression e.g. (particularly self-dx) "autism" aligned with a childhood involving heavy emotional coregulation with non-human animals to the exclusion of human companions? — A Lonely, Only Child

XII. You Syruper

Is it permissible to permit that Shel Silverstein might be a fit as a predecessor or does that paint a poet pretending at predator?

[BOOMING, WELLES]:

Can one be so virile to-day?

(the hyphen's there, you fucking hear it)

Crispr me sickly every kid needs an editor. Cellular shredditor. Molecule meddlers. Adam smasher. And David too. A sandstorm. How rude.
XIII. Numerous Sutras
I don't mean to have a fascination with the self. All this other shit is just so lifeless off the shelf. Rot's everest. God leverage. God help us. You've seen average.
░░ 16-BIT SNES — NIGHTMARISH COMEDY CLUB / RIDICULOUS UNCOOL COMEDIAN ░░
16-bit SNES: stand-up comedian in front of brick wall in nightmarish comedy club — ridiculously uncool, giant polka-dot tie, mismatched socks, striped suit — dim red and blue lighting, chairs with faces, melting clocks on walls — small disinterested confused audience, some yawning, others puzzled.
XIV. After Bombing at Comedy (A.B.C.)
1-2-3, "Can SOMEbody TRAAAANSLATE ME into a LANGUAGE that isn't for FUCKIN' MORONS?" . The stage lamps fluoresce upon my leather coat. . "AMERICAN just AIN'T for ME!"

A silent audience.

Foot-shuffle.

Nary a boo for a burning dirigible.

They're polite here.

This isn't like St. Louis.

░░ 16-BIT — PURPLE APOCALYPTIC LA / DRONES + COYOTES / ACEPHALIC OBSERVER ░░
16-bit minimalist: apocalyptic Los Angeles scene with drone aircraft and coyotes — drones flying against smoky sky, silhouettes small but distinct — coyotes on ground, moving through ruins and overgrown streets — haunting purple hue, sparse backdrop — acephalic non-entity as silent observer — nature and technology intersecting in aftermath of collapse.
XV. Malefextor
𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐙 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐙 𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄
presented in
FRAGMENTED REALITY

a subsidiary of
𝘟𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈
"Inevitability — Delivered."
I AM A FLAWED CHARACTER.     IT IS OK.     THANK YOU.
SELECT ME? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 . . . 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 / a / k / a JQD
is a self-taught integrated media company
founded haunted and enchanted in 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂, 𝙲𝙰.
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Thank you."
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