Every-one is Right

In the midst of nuclear war how does one define subject-center? The romance utopia of a ‘one’ world order is once again disturbed.

Center is not simply displaced; it has been eradicated. No longer human-focused nor fixed by ideals, nuclear war throws all beasts directly into the belly of the whale.

The peons wonder why all the parts do not simply comply? Resistance is futile in regards to the modern world, where the illusion of passivity is championed forth under the guise that war is no longer fought on the battlefield, but in the courtroom.


How civilized.


Violence may appear to have abandoned its physical roots, but that does not correlate to violence no longer is. Modern day violence evolves from a literal expression of physical destruction to a form of psychological torture. The burden which Kings used to bear is inverted and displaced across the masses.

Mass hysteria in the shape of crisis of narrative, who owns identity?

For in passive mode every-one has the ‘right’ to exist… that is as a capitalist and not as an individual. If you can’t afford to play, you can’t play.

But all hope is not lost. He who can sift through the garble can set their-self free from the tether of the noise. The question is will you choose freedom from or free and dumb?

For I can’t claim loyalty to the ‘passive’ state, if I simultaneously and by example champion forth the submission to the war machine. The idealistic wet dream manifested compliments to the Greeks. The in denial polyphonic camouflaged by Greek idealism, which we will expose as a state of terror.

For the question we the polyphonic ask:

How can we continue a claim to ‘whatever’ when the very technology we invented already annihilated our foundational sense of time and space?

In other words… we the bomb already exploded.

And due to it We the exploded bomb admit,

it’s not simply enough to say we have succumbed to the war machine or that the solution is to resist it. That is the old argument.

In the current paradigm- the passive state,

We the polyphonic take responsibility for the fact that we are the ones that invented the war machine.

And due to this de-evolution we have become hostages to our own terroristic takeover.

Creation was never meant to be singular. Something out of nothing implies multiplicity.

A  bomb in nature is polyphonic. Explosion as center inverts the sphere into continuous rupture, linking previous unknowns into what appears to be a chaos swirl.

In turn, this chaos swirl can act as a shield to promote the denial of this consummation and for that reason, there is still fighting and resistance.

But resistance is futile from the belly of the whale. For how can we be sure of “the what” we are resisting from? There is no light down here, only a regurgitation of sludge- the oily grime that keeps the machine running.

To this point and from the belly, we declare the absurdity of the circle jerk we currently find ourselves engulfed in…


is a #literal hell.


Polyphony parading around as perfection inoculates all beasts into the illusion of oneness. But not as passive independents, who have transcended the sludge of the horizontal, and as enlightened beings ascended the steps of the vertical as the ultimate act of sacrifice- not suicide, but rebirth.  

Talk about sexy capitalism. 

No, this romance is the disconnect- the elephant in the philosopher’s cave.

A forced utopia not only commandeers possibility and stifles wonder it reduces the whatever to a hell loop- a volunteered state of parasitical sucking on the tit of someone else’s ideal.

Welcome to the bowels of the war machine, where the crisis of narrative not only fuels the chaos, it can justify the absurd behavior that the peons continue to blindly engage in.

This is not surprising.

Philosophy champions external recognition.

A bomb exploding forces a witness.

The war machine is a self propelled cuckold.

Ever wonder why ‘ally’ is the word of choice to those who only know how to resist?

The modern tower was not built to welcome utopia.

The tower is a suicide bomber and we are it’s conscious fragments.

The question is are we ready to take accountability for this horror?

Are we ready,

to admit,

We are the #terrorist?