The Real Ex-Housewives of Palantir

Notes on your rites of automatic disintegration, dialectical lunacy, and a few chocolates for Engels.

Remember the days when you’d have grape soda drinking contests in the parking lot after a small town hardcore show?

Now there’s an app for that.

In the Society of Yaga Baba…

It is all now normal. Putin laughs pleasantly at the mechanical noise of the avant-garde, ‘A phase we had gone through - and so now have returned to being human.’ Malevich’s paintings are detourned as advertisements in Sochi.

Clumsy if human. Human if clumsy.
So pleasantly the advertising tricks of the proletarians advanced their commodities before the revolution. Unironically, unlike the situationists whose irony was buried in plain sight. Forty years before them even, the futurist proletarians before their proletarian future had destabilised the commodity - reabstracted the proletarian within its movement. One can imagine the situationists as a long, drawn-out, failed gag, condensed as: ‘Study for curtains for the meeting room of the Committee to Abolish Employment’.
An ironic bureaucracy of freedom, the Western gardes have always sought that illicit freedom before freedom. Anxiously the outside is stolen back through time. Only a bourgeois might be a proper proletarian, a deabstracted Oblomov outside of his homeland. In the society of automatic negation the Russians are backward people so our people must become backward Russians. Only a bourgeois might drop out properly and wait for the revolution. We will become an avant-garde without proletarian cuntishness; nor Russian either.
The only black square in Western opposition is the deep abstraction of its subversively nationalist glaucoma. The biology of theft is the property of the intellect.
Beyond art, the icon corner sits beneath the paving stones, an Oblomovatist just needing to be roused, awakened, brought his newfangled tea. The air is just outside those walls. Get up, you cunt! Would not you want exclusion from being suspect!? You are a demon, possessed! You are a foundation, now become it!
The contagion of laziness will overtake the proletariat once they realise what bourgeois everyday life is really like. Splendid. Sex as common as stone. Otherwise oblomovitis is but a wasted avec-garde of boredom, a pure feeling of the beach wasted because we weren’t bourgeois enough.
Christ like abstract stones, a knife turning but too abstracted to know what is in the image. My world, your way. But only if the coding is correct.
What biology were the situationists feeding on? This is the question within the injection points of the nihilist situationist plastic journals. Rescripted between moderation duties.
Do not become rotten. You are not to become the chair and wait out the revolution. You are to become the space between the ass and the chair. A situationist ass at that! You will become pure duty of revolution.
Now, do not replaster the Oblomovatist’s walls. His waiting is rotten. Become his structure.
In the parable of the backward oblomovatist all activity is backwards. Outside of his homeland every abstract Oblomov does nothing so as to feed into his neurosis of active export. Through exponential increase of leisure nothing is produced but the most invisible statues. The colour of your skin the automatic pins, commemorating Stakhanov
Elsewhere they begin to don masks so as to breathe in their leisure.
Outside of the centers of production the matrix of valorisation centers recode the incoming methodology of numbers. Stak-anov begets Obl-mov. Exponential increase. O-l-m-v begets -t-k-a-o-. Increase exponential.

The chair that waited for revolution, and its fabled bobblehead-hero Oblomovist recoded for a deproductive world, welcomes you. Kisses you through the encoding walls. Musical geometry, just sit down at the right time. The non-situation is yours for the undoing.

Nihilist remodernism, clean lines, aseptic geometry. Seen, it is in you.
You will capitulate. The beach.
Putin’s laugh resounds. The tyranny of it is that his democracy is of both past and future. More than your world wherein the stones have been forced as transfusion. And the Western world will simply thieve of it, so as to charm your anxiety.
The theft of intellect is the property of biology. We are the avec-garde of it.



After the cycle of spacecrashes the market abstracts through self-organisational corrections and timecrashes begin to take over; the market is subsumed to timecrisis.




At the end of time there is only time. This is clear in the negationist realism of financial speculation on the past.


The objectivist dialectic of momentary truth pulls the other into negative truths. The other is forced into the failed truth so as to subsume it, and the lie is not taken up as it is left behind with the failure of truth.

Return to Russia with the words of America, and he who has ears will hear his own hatred of your return. The deaf lead the blind with whispers, the outside becomes its own image of the void eye - terrifying the blind into sight with void noise. “For a moment the lie becomes truth.”

There is no lie but the truth of failure, the truth which can lead to nothing but failure. This is clear in America’s war strategy: enter Russia and learn its language, return home with the language to allow the nation to turn its hatred against you. The truth of the two-front war becomes a lie as the theatre becomes nothing but a theatre. The Russians are to be drawn into the two-front war, to accept the truth and its failure. In this way America goes beyond military experimentation with war, with truth, with lies, peace. The two-front war which it creates becomes Russian’s truth, and America unloads the truth and the failure inherent in two-front wars onto the enemy it has itself acted out.

This is the logic of the doubled state.

Ukraine Crisis: Donbass. Chronicle of Genocide. Banned on TV

Commander Breedlove says cisgendered people must be stricken from the Right to War. Says Queer Ultraviolence is only acceptable path to WWIII.

The abstract violence of women is inherent in their being given the right to life, in being the centre outside the natural world of violence - of which only men may enter. It is a guarantee, they are able to use manipulation and seduction as a form of violence due to the biological law which mythologises Woman as the form of life and denatures violence away from Her, reintegrating violence in the dead reproduction of men. Women do not need to use violence because their right to life will automatically return and valorise against men, if they so choose. A woman can destroy a community and be given the benefit of another community; a man is always suspect. Whatever violence women experience is only a surplus of ruins - civilised violence against men breaches the gate.
And in process the state deepens this law with its agents. The state monopolises the use of force in negative form, ensuring that violence can never be used against them. Otherwise, the world and its G-d will come down upon a man with all possible violence. The abstract state forces an atheist eschatology, a sacred space in which all agents become abstract women - given the right to life beyond recourse, violence need only valorise against the one denounced and manipulated into a cursed world. Agents can then carry out rituals of manipulation and seduction, and into the sacred state beyond all violence the cursed are drawn. This is the ultimate violence of civilisation, passive violence, when men and women become a duality in violent automation. The wandering gender of absolute violence occurs when real gods in the world cease to believe even in their own reproduction. They have gone beyond experimentation with the violence of life. The law of love subsumes the law of violence.
Renouncing one’s right to life is the first step in escaping the monopoly of denunciation and civilised violence. And yet one must also denounce the fetish of death so secure within human violence.