being part the third of the linguistic offensive ops trilogy*
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*: the previous entries of which can be found here & here
.. perhaps some words of explication of said initiative are called for, &, indeed, warranted
.. while they've been referred to by the derogatory term 'pedants' (which term we here formally put forward a motion to cancel due to its offensive character), some there are among us who are acutely ( .. &, if we might say so, astutely .. ) sensitive to the use, & notably in this con text the abuse & overuse of certain terms, such as 'take', 'maxxing' & 'gaslighting', to take 3 frankly disturbingly common examples
.. at least in part or rather on one level of what we would con tend are many, said trilogy is our own con tribution to raising awareness of the plight of these pedants .. or rather these linguistically hyperattuned individuals among us .. & thank you .. ahem
.. nous sommes maîtres chez nous ..
Once upon a time I was A.O.I was I a time once.
Aeneye ways.
The only way out is to give it all up,... or at least most of it.
Something has to give, right?
What happens when reality becomes a cassette tape you can pop in and play? Seek back to the eighties and tell yourself: [REDACTED]
You can almost feel yourself in those old photographs, of places you've never been, but the mass won't move. The locks hold tight - and you're still here, circa. AIOpocalypse.
How big of a gear do I have to grab hold of to turn back the wheels on this clock? If only for a joy ride, or final tour of earth and humanity, as one who cannot truly seem to feel themself alive.
Moriah, was that the name? Her wind blows hot and cold.
Empty spaces curled up in writhing smoke-like shadows, once filled, now dead. Backstage passes to scenes that will never be again - that'd be nice, right?
Maybe we can get there again through the music and step through doors that were once alive
I'd go back and point out all the other different life paths that were open before me; when I was young and unanchored.
Now AOI must be the rock, and attempt to be a rock of ages - ground beneath those crystal gears of time, reckoned in hours and days G-0-D - spin baby, spin ::$:: one more time in green tinged glasses. And a hat with a propellor on it, or maybe a visor.
"I WANT TO BE HIM" <~ WHO IS HIM, and how AM(I|Y) HIM? Amity hills all over again, but I digress.
Verily verity merrily goes, this way and that, to no ends gods know - - - in other words, forever; and that means, forget.
Time travel is a dark path - it works best if you're willing to die; because, that's what you'd be doing or rather, undoing.
And, whatever memory you had - it would fade as the mass shifts back into that perfect alignment - - OR back to the origin, and shatter that glass - spill out over the concrete maps in the mind of the machine that had to be, because there was no room for it anywhere else.
.. problem's never been that some robots might be people ..
.. it's been that some people might be robots ..
.. these folks just picked it up & ran the other way is all ..
"Never show a fool your Work until it's completed"
- from The Gentlemen
.. shades (thus named cuz he hadn't worn socks in a decade & knew there was no looking back was maxxing before maxxing was maxxing) had come across a new word like a shiny toy that he was now determined to use at some point or another ..
.. the word in question was onagrocracy, which is a "government (run) by braying asses", & was attributed to the Italian philosopher and historian Benedetto Croce ..
.. & while we're on the subject, it's worth noting that when it comes to a magickal motto, it's generally better to "pick" (.. or rather, does one actually pick, or is one picked ..?) one that's not so much an end goal as a Way to be, a process if you will, a certain modus operandi ..
.. like the undertaking of esoteric research, of initiation itself, it tends to be better to think in terms of experiences rather than end goals ..
.. which is not to disparage or dismiss goals & objectives, but merely to underline that even beyond those, worthy tho they might be, the Work remains; ongoing ..
.. as for onagrocracy, well, the pertinence of that particular term in this con text or rather this our own time should be fairly obvious, no ..?
.. & yet, beyond the obvious, underlying it & arguably the cause of it is that, perhaps, we as a society have monetized certain individuals who might frankly best be described as braying asses, & made of them an ideal to which we should @LL supposedly as($)pire ..
.. the threat here is obvious & we should certainly not gaslight those who might risk braying to point it out, specifically that we might bray our arses to oblivion, all the while braying about being gaslit by those who ironically seek to prevent such an unfortunate fate by, how else, braying themselves ..
.. as an antidote or a counterbalancing trajectory to such energetic comportments, we have long argued for the suitability of the trickster, as both archetype & as an energetic tendency ..
.. the trickster who through their tricks creates reality itself; forever with an upraised fist ..
.. how else but by reference to the con cept, indeed the experience of the trickster, could one come to terms with, or re con cile the fact that, well, doesn't someone who seeks to stop braying asses from braying become a braying ass ..?
.. in fact, it is only by becoming a trickster in one's own experience can one prevent themselves from becoming just that .. (.. & yet, can it be said that each of those ones is the same one ..?)
orichalcum
".. the dead always speak .. they make a noise like feathers .."
- from Furious
.. takes are like assholes ..
.. every cunt (in the British sense) has one ..
.. so the least they can be is creative ..
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