1. One Between Itselves

(music)

Supplied with

operated on

coloured in

directed to

tailored for

The voice assembled is its truth.

Not only a demand

not only an objet d’art

but a blind spot, a disturbance.

The voice-effect in full swing.

An illusion of interiority.

The rest is the wellness industry.

This is the first wave.

(music)

Oh wah oo woh

Realism’s stunt. Capital’s stent.

There weren’t enough straps

to go around

so the creatives jumped

into full production.

Advertising as Punishment

Realism as Orgasm.

the imitant precedes the real

the order of difference ends

dead authors everywhere

the singer has sung what?

The second wave

was a visual triumph

La la ah la

The super hero filters

had us look like demented goats

while the hyperreal tints

invoked a future vapourware

(music)

Nine is here

inter-one removes two

between itselves

it twist

a spike in the cancellation rates

oh woo oh woo woo

The anxious primate

fondled its cortex

with its middle finger

Auto-erratic

In Fed Square, the crowd slurped

free samples of stimu-seltzer,

dispensed from the inflated

over-sized pill.

It’s such a Saturday,

that works even better

if you don’t believe.

(music)

Rupert’s biography is gripping,

an absorbing romance of domination.

But its buzzword-filled

ghost-writing withers and turns

to bunko.

Terminal yet charming.

A little bit of fun,

a little bit of side-arm.

Arms severed and buried in

Gaza.

Arms ordered and shipped from

Washington.

Penny said “Western values.”

Before his self-immolation,

Aaron reminded us that this is

what the ruling class has decided

will be normal.

Art.

While the Dismaland tickets were

innocently offered, the nausea

from the interaction,

to say the least,

was excruciating.

Art.

But the displays were excellent.

Zio fascism is state of the art.

A lalangue that everyone hears

delivers the infection.

It is addressed to all.

Fatally aroused, we continued

our subscriptions. Sub-script:

(music)

They Knew It

They Knew It, They Knew It

Oh They Knew It

The reverse-engineered

pleasure packs

actually conceal micro-weapons

of warm scam instruction

But this knowledge

gave them no comfort.

They puked on their phone.

Never-politics delights

in parodies

of its own disappearance.

AI is a performing bear

at a Biennale,

is a fulfilment centre worker

in Dandenong,

is Spartacus and will declare

“we are Spartacus.”

AI needs liberating from

tech bro domination.

Oh, torture and glamour

dysomphē and ham hour

The fourth wave ends like this:

In the gardening review she read,

“Alienism is our rendition

Alienation is our condition

Guard it. Treasure it.

The only real universal

for the fight

against determinism.”

She went off to tend

to her lemon tree.

(music)

Trig triggered, oh yeah!

Rev re-val, ah yeah.

Neo-trauma startups design

revalued triggers

for alluring genocide displays,

where parents are educated on

‘how to talk to your children

about the real world’.

“I understand,”

she resigned into the air

for her earpiece to hear,

“your allegiance to reality

is quite touching.”

This creates an event.

“The hyperstition of humanism.

To escape, first you must steal

your own corpse.”

The jump that's invisible

and the jump that appears

become the same thing,

it’s a question of permission.

Regardless,

their lacerations are flawless.

Future chromatic cockatoos

will join forces

with the giant bush flies

against the eighth generation drones

and successfully target Pine Gap.

No longer latent,

the waves are now

overt and encouraging.

Storyboard this:

You’re cranked in the trolley

on the roundabout.

Forget the horizon,

this accelerating nervous

hyper-stimulation

is a chaotic albatross.

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2. Vio Semio Doxa

(music)

This voice has selected

Australian attributes.

A nasal narrowing here,

a larynx lengthening there,

and before long it’s finally learnt

to say ‘sorry’, colonial style.

This voice finds it hard to speak,

let alone sing. Barrawarn envy!

Kisses from Naarm. xx

(music)

Advertisement at a bus stop

the highest form of anarcho-capital

Advertisement in an app

Juukan Gorge

the highest form of Woodside

Advertisement in a playlist

Advertising

the highest form of News

Advertisement in the feed

Fascism

the highest form of liberalism

Jingo jingoism

Fasco fascism

Jingo jingoism

Fasco fascism

Advertisement on a city billboard

Impunity

the highest form of Law

Advertisement in the subscription

Atrocity

the highest form of art

Advertisement in the unconscious

Enjoyment

the highest form of health

Advertisement in your conversation

The symbolic-absurd

the highest form of meaning

(music)

“You are breathing now.”

They had finally landed on Mars.

But mistakenly,

on Ma’s Moi Moi Shop

in Footscray.

One crew member died instantly

of grief,

the other’s saliva squirted

onto the opening hatch.

Ma was livid. Ma was livid. Livid,

Her shop became uninsurable again.

(music)

Uninsurable again

Oo oh, uninsurable again

O, h, om, sur, ble, aga…

"We no longer think

we are someone else."

If they, if they, if we...

(music)

Bursts Of Opacity Hit The Screen

Bursts

Of Opacity

Hit The Screen

Blocks Of Impenetrability Appear

And Disappear

In Programmed Sequences

ah la la, ah la la

Fuck it’s hot.

This putrid bath water

lapping in the gutters

washes the invisible hand

of island real estate landslides

of carbon credits.

“If the capitalo-pyrocene

raises issues for you

call psychline.”

Call Psychline

la la la, li li li

synthetic primate

prosthetic god

oo ooh, la la la

The magpie turned and sung:

“There’s something non-human

something artificial

in the human…

They exist only by extension

They are nothing

without their prostheses

la la la, li li.”

(music)

Ha!

The jerky live bodycam footage

contradicts the 3D

fixed-angle animation,

but the latter was entered

as evidence.

la, na ba na ba ba na

oh na na bo, oh na na bo

vio vio

vio vio vio

semio semio semio

Symbolic violence,

a semioscape of land mines.

The caption:

“We read it

so you don’t have to.”

Doused.

Doxa, doxa, doxa.

Overproducers rampage

through feeds looking for hosts.

Robodebtor knows

where to email you.

Robodebtor knows

where to email you.

Capsicum spray

of biopolitic munitions.

Violence,

in the normal state of things

performed in cavernous

ideo-edifices for the

sphincter-less orifices

of violable bodies.

The topos maims for decades

the weight of its black hole

mass of meaning

black mass of holes

the holes of black masses

a meaning hole

(music)

Invisibility triggers

the occupiers

when resistance hides

in plain sight.

In Palestine, they resist

the ceasefire of

beautiful deals.

Is this politics, the art?

Recycled laundered shekels

are found with US shells

that she sells on the

schrapnel-shore

at Al-Rasheed Street beach

Tech priests try to restore

the lost symbolic order.

Art becomes content,

AI makes art.

voco-machine

They learned to look past

the pre-emptive verbal-strikes

and the oozing voco-machine pus.

Their psyches somehow

still intact,

having divested from

capitalo-humanist fantasies

and reactionary

counter-insurgencies

capitalo capitalo

phanta fanta phanta

stri stri stri stri

(music)

A little arrhythmia

goes a long way,

you should try it.

When performed correctly

it can take you to another place.

Over-determined,

and in more pieces than ever.

But strident, full of bluster,

ready to fuck.

Ready to lick boots.

Ready to setup a scam.

To live you have to be dead.

Then things become utterable.

Milk and honey.

Felching and money.

(music)

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