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Kurt Cobain’s becoming-lady fucks up huge porn fetish style. Kurt feels neutered and spayed, deracinated, a mulatto, an albino, obtained no backbone, bad posture, coldspine junkie insect fever – a mosquito [Cronenberg: ‘it’s a Kafka hello – it makes you are feeling like a bug’], my libido – Kurt desires Mur Mur actual dangerous but he can’t —- quite —- attain —- You return and it was fucked from the start – Dollar Bills dangling in the amnion. [Tungsten Carbide] stomach pains blunted by each drug going, Kurt sings hoarse and bitter, sounds like he is possessed by poor outdated Johnny Lennon surrendering to the void. All this ‘suicide in intercourse’ (Siouxsie) sea-drive shit is only a boy story = they can’t hack Mur Mur in order that they name it loss of life – nirvana state of zer0 differentiation – . Doesn’t matter if we all die. The cybergoths know that intercourse is a boy factor. “There’s only one intercourse and it’s male ..” They’ve already absorbed everything Foucault has to teach about the inoperability of intercourse as a submersive vector – anything sexual already belongs to the Fuzz

– The Fuzz have installed LLAD units to hunt down and neutralize K-Goth contagion (“started that program sometime within the 80s when things began getting weird” ). The LLADs – Localised Libido AnDro-ids – only operate in gangs. They love their job, and they arrive cheap: beer and a little bit pornostim and so they’re anybody’s . Gill simply appears drained. “Jeez, those guys rock.”

The cat riddled with worms – chases its tail —

Cybergoths don’t fall for the Stephens sexmagic, and that makes them harmful. It’s a simple method – Fuzz realized it from Prof Freud and pricktease kinoporn: cover it up and they will need it, no matter it is. In order that they initiate a [Burroughs] sex-blockade, set up pseudosocial taboos whilst on a regular basis sucking you into the Grind. You get paid off in the orgasm drug – jack yrself right into a 4-eye despotic machine, say goodbye to Neverland .

—- spherical and around —- Ok, you Numbskull boys – you fuckers, you screwheads – the Fuzz have you by the balls – you return – nude photos of you in every possible position ready within the lab upfront and you go via the motions – reduce and paste it all collectively – do it once more – localise libido on arbitrary fetish zones – what makes you need her to swallow your cum? Or fuck her in the ass? (Lab boyz actually enjoyed placing those sequences collectively) – you assume that is any extra pure than all that nasty queer shit you hate? Jack do it – Get real, it’s all artificial – porno photographs reduce into your CNS – Dumb fucks. – idiot repetition loops – Go back jack and do it once more .

Wheel turning spherical and spherical

Why did they snuff infant sexuality? Because if there’s infant sexuality there is not any sexuality – solely diffuse fields of poly tentacled tantric tactility – oozing – cannot localise It – The Fuzz lock erotics into reproducible items of punctual metricity – how many occasions you do it last night time? There’s no concern with cyberotics as a result of it is pointless – where does it begin? With a kiss tics touch caress look phrase ..All of it impacts. All Its affects . Endless unraveling towards the body of Uttunul Which never comes .

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Feeding

K-O82. Siouxsie’s dark rimmed swimming pool eyes are black mirror-mosaics held as much as Now’s future-previous mesh. A Kiss in the Dreamhouse catazones out thru the [w]hole Goth continuum: Germanism, Galvanic reanimation, Poe morgue morbidity, Caligari-carny, minimize and bolted botched Karloff-flesh, Isherwood Weimar Cabaret, Artaud BwO, Phibes organ-grinding, Hitchcock carrion, helter-skelter Beatles-Charlie pysch-out, Ballard crashed autoeroticism, O. Butler Entity erotofissix , K-tech body melting .

Confound the dowdy flock —–S/zy channels all the sturm und drangst crossing the twisted nerves of the fetal-Web [the tuned out nocturned on non-scene of the worldwide necrovillage]. What could possibly be much less laddish than Goths – S/Z minimize out snake kastratocult into autowounding as decoration —- Becoming Ernst animal heads —- Because we’re painted birds —– By our personal design —- Waiting- waiting – to lose the bandages – It’s Ballard/Butler scarring as erotocontact — waiting – for brand new appendages —- I opened up the wound —– Neo-shamanic hallucid desires: My chest was full of eels —–Pushing by way of my typical pores and skin —–

Hugging my knees —- The Banshees scream out for all the masochistic I’m losing me obsession that’ll be stifled by 80s physique-snatched contractarian relationship culture – “Respect my house” – fuck that: if I wanted a partner I’d go into business — spines merging in Naked Lunch insectoid erotohorror —–faces blurring and loving It — you wanna eat me—– melt —- my lover —– melt —- mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmore eerotic

Jean slides over. “You wanna eat me?” Licking her lips.

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