FLESH LOVES ITS MELANCHOLY
The aesthetics of skitzo-frenia SKz applied as a technical phenomenon/It is unclear who exercises power swarming with signs of grim determination to hear all that chaos offers proliferating voices moving thru a blur in space the nakid torsos of SKz risk the dissolution of the spectacle of chronomania the protest remains marginal in the end and there is nothing to be done while the transgression of the Absolute is exposed as no longer a threshold but a limit of the Atomic Age/is it legitimate for the subject to be diffused beyond perception/the remnant no matter how sublime of the Post Human is an end/a ghetto of carnage played out in the Codeine Wars that most notorious conflict which deletes what remains of the species/This perspective is fatalistic but not tragic since it does not have the requisite sense of irony of experience or the lament for absence which would add the tension necessary for tragedy/analogue or allegory empty of meaning the self lacks agency an engine that runs on conflict an identity exposed to multiple flashes finds itself overexposed to a mutated ritual of departure/etched by harsh light all images are paranoid in anticipation of their misconstrued reception/
