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‘Nuke -A- Melee’… a harbinger of the Renaissistance in the CultraQuiot

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online podcast and blog sites while under the auspices of both Patreon and Kickstarter to help fund a lone “crush’t munk” on his journey toward a fate rich in texture and with a particular gravity and audience with equality and the lack of its presence in societal dictum even as blanket statements and idealists may say otherwise though common enough sense to others, but revealed through the bizarre journalism as entertainment lens as future rolls forward in its own circadian rhythm separate from my work yet always connected through it, though even a series of words and pictures does not do it the justice it deserves to hear and feel and know as assured by life. – the strangeness of the within seeing bleakly deepest errs of the ever-evolving and loathsome wretches we are Here wrapped in these skins so tight that we pop… – CultraQuiot; after a loud quiet will dawn the ‘Renaissistance’… a noise of art insists revolution. – …to remove the stigma(ta fata morgana) that the culture aka society has left settled over our minds and ideas in conceptual weight, as gravity kills all our guilt-ridden steps out toward that officially artificial imposition of natural circadian rhythm gyrating to cosmic harmony conflicted by what we take to be our human nature under false pretenses thus forcing us to just be okay with choices chosen for us, mocking us to accept stasis of ill self-righteous arrogance cropping us down as domesticated consumers playing out supply and demand melodramas as harvest commanding preordained administrated adulterated ‘opiate for the masses’ stuck in a modern dark age, and lost without a guide or too much psychopomp and circumstance to distractedly overlap and to dismiss and disregard a true metempsychosis or transmigration of the soul… a world soul of which we remove ourselves from to force subjugation of natural pulses and flows likened to theoretically-string along puppets soldiering forward upon lemming-esque flinging as far off into this future’s fodder and flotsam shipwrecked against a sure-timed posture in lazy passion prohibitively bait-and-switch sleight of hand hidden as though we should know what god is, but instead served up to a catastrophe as sacrificial compromising situations in a realm filled with endless variable on someone else’s ulterior motive to selfishly gain and satisfice an exclusive conception fictionally fretted over freedoms to wedge the dependent into a catapult shuttle of independence with a crude interpretation of a “hero’s journey” imprinted as a saving grace while falling out of eagerly hungry states to make art as an empty pursuit instead of one for happiness where sterile manipulations used to deceive a conscience by utilizing the jargon of a science preceding accepted indifferent tendencies minus the compassion to carry us back to civilized behavior setting interdependence in what is necessary, never a lesser to many of an evil utilized – the Renaissistance is much like Art is only a means to life, to the “life more abundant”. It is not in itself the “life more abundant”… It merely points the way, something which is so overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artists themselves. In becoming an end it defeats itself… as Henry Miller once said, but what is needed are themes or songs to help us attain that footing in confidence as sure as a “hail to the chief” or “star-spangled banner” because music is prophecy: its styles and economic organisation are ahead of the rest of society because as it explores, much faster than material reality can, the entire range of possibilities in a given code become revealed. It makes audible the new world that will gradually become visible… as said by Jacques Attali the French eco-social theorist and writer in his book ‘Noise’ (1977) published just after the Situationists that lasted up until the early Seventies who espoused that the most lucid artists had wanted to break the deep separation between art and life; these Situationists Instead raised this demand to a higher level in their desire to abolish the distance between life and revolution… we must respect each other’s similarity as well as those inevitable differences we fulcrum distance from everyone else whose problem “is not our own” though hopefully to recognize the secret yearnings to connect tightened through our unique levels of antagonistic calamity interjected by a rogue normalization of inhumane practices to prove results though a bit out of range of improving these compromising situations when all we have is these fleeting moments with each other not as enemies but confidants and allies yet to be realized… what an unavoidable revolution of this magnitude would permit is ideally a unified field defensively out against perpetual warfare, not moving from one nemesis to another in search of delivering too many unassuming accomplices set-up in spite of setting our goal to change the world to allow generations afterward to reach that much-pursued conceptual abstract of ‘happiness’, weapon of constrained certainty forcing an atrocious consequence upon humanity through insanity as holy of opposing sources of information ashamed to speak our truth no matter how absurd no more than made impotent helpless lab rats unable to combat the maze we’re born into minus an ability to realize how trapped we become adapting to growing carcinogenic environments, and never questioning these effective deceptions used to contain within all of us personally an ‘optimal delusion’ whereas previous tricks of perception were optical illusions elusively there or not…

because the fascist within acts as the only enemy we can not see when it speaks how we do to ourselves though acting upon proving how much more correct this righteous vision is in comparison to actual improvement to shape society and civilization for the better without that nagging myopic glare of “perfection” blinding the absolute truth much as the laboratory maze to which we carelessly misconstrue with our version of the relative truth whether believed pure or perverted makes no difference at all as all paths then lead to failure… and in this crap sense ‘failure’ does mean a ‘dead end’ eventually harnessing collapse into worse than human mishap alone, when the guilt and the loss and shame at what terrible infants of evolution was allowed to mutate from our species because no one is winning any bigoted race towards an imaginary line drawn in the sands of time given an expiration date by hate-wrought fears turned hostile hustle to induce selective panic in chosen avenues and neighborhoods, forcing those peoples within who do not should not have to succumb to such offenses proliferating our too-current cultural patterns of pain and suffering which counters a natural digestion when humanity acts as “god’s omnivorousness” set to process information not so much to hoard it in darkness for untold tragic eras…