MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

  • Twitter circle of hell

    Sure, here’s a satirical list of Twitter circles of hell:

  • Social Media Inferno

    1) The Lacanian Loop of the Unsymbolized Real: Doomed to endlessly repeat the same arguments, forever caught in the pre-symbolic realm where difference cannot be articulated. The sinthomatic return of a repressed trauma: the trauma of having never truly had a point. This is the Lacanian Loop of the Unsymbolized Real – a realm before language…

  • Dune

    A Flesh Machine of Power and Messiah’s Buzzsaw Forget the squares who couldn’t hack Dune, man. Stuck in their binary good-guy/bad-guy loops. Like clockwork oranges programmed for happy endings. Dune ain’t that joyride. It’s a word-virus burrowing deep, showing the control freakery of Church-State hybrids and the mind-warping power of celebrity cults. These cats, hooked…

  • Live Nation Commissars

    The sterile fluorescent lights of the LiveNation call center buzzed like malevolent cicadas. Rows of young agents, faces flickering in the harsh glare, droned into their headsets, their voices a monotonous chorus of up-sell and forced cheer. But beneath the surface, a darker current pulsed. Their eyes, glazed with a reptilian sheen, held the glint…

  • Mamet

    Alright, listen up. You think this business, this whole damn racket, is some kind of free-for-all? Everyone gets a shot? Bull***t. This ain’t a goddamn playground. But here’s the thing, sunshine – a crowded market is a dead market. We don’t want everyone in the game, flinging elbows and driving down prices. We want scarcity.…

  • Let’s democratize this *insert business by making it more expensive

    Let’s slice through the status quo, man. Let’s take this business, this purveyor of pedestrian products or services, and inject it with a hyperdermic of exclusivity. We’ll jack the price to a level that would make a Rockefeller blink, a price that screams, “This ain’t for the Joneses, this is for the goddamn Vanderbilts!” Imagine,…

  • Intruder

    Peter Gabriel’s Downward Spiral vs NIN’s Melt Crawl through the vinyl static, man. A cracked needle on a scratched disc of perception. Peter Gabriel’s “Melt” bleeds into your brain – a digital serpent coiling around your auditory cortex. This ain’t no Genesis fairytale. This is urban sprawl sonicscapes, a concrete jungle echoing with “Intruder” –…

  • Narco Narcissism

    A scabrous ego, pulsating with black market hunger. It slithers up the mirrored pyramid of power, convinced it’s the diamond at the apex. This ain’t no penthouse suite, baby, it’s a roach motel wired with paranoia. The diamonds are chipped, the champagne’s bathtub gin, and the only view is a kaleidoscope of self-loathing fractured by…

  • Golems of the Ultramodern World

    Clickbait Colossus and Lord of the Sponsored Ad Cracking open this grimoire, you plunge headfirst into the fetid underbelly of the information age. Here, amidst the flickering glow of a thousand screens, lurk the unliving titans – the Golems of the Ultramodern World. Not stitched from clay, but from the very detritus of the digital…

  • The Person is the Medium

    The Static Cries: A person isn’t a channel, no mere conduit. The creative person, man, is a fleshy, oozing bio-circuit wired into the control panel of the universe. He ain’t a goddamn channel, passive and inert. No, he’s a goddamn cathode ray transmitter, a chaotic tangle of synapses amplifying the raw, buzzing data stream of…

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