thanks for thinking about me as part of the
energy-information supply for the world wide neoist
i definitely like accumulationist projects
that interconnect different time zones and technologies
in vertical reality, it's always 6 o'clock in the
Gegenort coal mine in Neunkirchen just like in
my Lower Level headquarters in the East End of Toronto,
past-present-future are one and the same all information
accumulating and expanding continuously and simultaneously,
I always feel like a subatomic particle being at several
places at the same time, and so I'm glad to learn
about the Gegenort conspiracy, sounds like a new
center of the Universe, or perhaps an ancient spot
of technological society's hyper-terrestrial accumulation,
i would love to turn a container into a
transmission machinery device by filling it
with techno-junk and leaving only
enough space for a body to crawl into a hole,
something like a transmitting orgon accumulator,
the body would become part of the surrounding
technology and technological waste,
I dont have the details now but I can think about it,
until then here is some text you can always post
in your website or hang it in a container,
I ADMIT I WANT TO DIE OF INFORMATION OVERDOZZZZZZ
I get excited of managing information all the time. It would be even nicer to
have a little more. To go over the flow. I was never paid a salary to keep
things organized in my office. I do it for the sake of doing it. It's
always crazy here but I learned to keep things moving and in tip-top shape.
If things were quiet I would stir things up because total chaos is my home.
That's what subversive elements have always done--they use telephones,
megaphones, microphones, vocal chords, samplers, pirate transmitters,
telepathic communication and computers to manipulate information, to stir
things up and to put things back into disorder.
I have been always working at home full time, day and night. I always
enjoyed the messes I'd made at at home. And I could get a lot more done by
extending my office into my bedroom. And I was the first to get a laptop
because I needed more time to work on my ideas and commuting was the only
time I had for extension. But I never
carried a cell phone on the road because I prefer extrasensorial organs. I
rather use telepathy to keep in touch with my conspirators and family.
I often initiate crises when I'm on the road. I know this goes against the
grain. I receive tons of exciting messages and I answer all the
psychotronic calls in order to keep the conspiracy going. I use a coat
hanger antenna attached to my head to increase the power of my brain waves.
Meanwhile I listen to music, take notes, make drawings and read zins. I
also pray for help to my dead parents when I'm commuting.
The other day I realized how happy I am of managing information. aI feel
like a damned terrorist or a utopean revolutionary. Most of my waking
hours are spent opening and closing file cabinets, pulling the drawers in
and out, making noise by banging the metal hardware of the cabinets, and
thinking about all the other people doing the same thing. It's a worlwide
performance, group sex. My life couldn't be more creative. I love to fuck
file cabinets! Fucked by file cabinets! I'm making the
messes--interesting, vital messes.
Hardware and software are interconnected, I find I'm an extension of all
softwares and I am extended by softwares. I want to use the most powerful
software as a template for my totalitarian, subversive behavior.
Without technology I'm confused, suicidal, and lost. There are loose-ends,
loose-ends dangle in the never-never land beyond the control of the system,
the network...somewhere beyond my office. I think about these loose ends
when I'm exercising, inhaling and exhaling or playing with my children in
the nearby park.