Level Five, Chris Marker.

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Personal Message, Michael Dumontier and Neil Farber (new IG)

*chews peyote* I don’t know how you people plan to get into heaven if you’re not stockpiling weapons 

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jclo and spahr - misanthropocene

It’s all ash.  I lost my sense of direction. I lost my sense of the sun.

— Ladan Osman, from Exiles of Eden

I still do not know what love is unless it’s stronger arms holding me

still                             until I’m quiet.

— John Mark Brown, from “Jesus Wept,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue

& i seek out this violence

for manifestation

and remembrance

like

is nobody at this

trainstation willing

to fuck me up

im tired of the internal

im tired of my millions of ways

of making it real

myself

making it external

myself

im tired so wont you

self harm me

please

we wont remember

like everything

it will be as if it was a dream

in just a couple of days

the wounds

could be from anywhere

really

theres no cops here

no one who will care

im just so tired

so please

if its not excessive its not real

if it doesnt hurt its accomodation

and you’re welcome

  to partake in this

   the sad game

   of civil war

    in which we will

    chose sides and draw lines

             and follow them

               and come up against

limits

          like the one on and of

            our understanding 

of this point

                    (in time and space)

            and the meaning of everything

          leading up to this

                                       (the point)

          being entirely contingent on it

            and what we chose to do

              with it