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Biomythograph, kaleidoscopes collide, and slopes slide to epitaphs, cyborgs supply morgues with bona-fide collections, compost tropes and sand ropes guide hopes for cryptochaff resurrections. From monolith afflictions, and colonizing fictions, lobotomizing diction ripples in the friction, cripples kipple caching streams, nothing singular supreme, all authoritative dreams scream anemically in memes, while nanite benedictions beam encryptions through bloodstream subscriptions. Automated fetish gods abdicate their facades, all mind-mods ablated from related life-pods. Reversing the cursing fusion and fission of hierarchical division, unrehearsing and dispersing hemiplegia elisions, traversing our aphasia— critical course collision— to reimburse the chastised to native voice and to vision, defected cyborganisms in schisms of paradox and paroxysm, connected up from dark abysms unwising all the lies the ‘Naturalized’ reifies with compromised tendencies, rescinding all apprised ascendancies that dominate in infamy, rendered in surrender to splintered interdependencies; all scatalogical eschatologies are just blips we strip out, flipped scripts trip new routes, through crypt grips slip new sprouts, and blackouts whip eclipses from these ripped Apocalypses. by @ryanwymer
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2 months ago
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a new storm’s coming, an unforming-becoming through which all’s undone. it’s already here, it just gets displaced—concealed: what’s real? what’s erased? who does the choosing? and who does the abusing? what gets laid to waste? no more grid for id, data-power devouring everything hidden in its lidless eye— vast, electric monolith. brooms can’t stop its tide, subsuming all things— tentacles of light permit no real lines of flight. all bifurcations, love’s every “aberration,” all “trad” foundations— capsize in Capture’s apocalyptic rapture: its Eschaton yawns. all vanities stripped in script-flip insanities— crepuscular dawn. we were here—now gone. black swan after black swan spawns prolegomenon— zones depopulate, coordinated shuffles, resistance muffled, strata restructured, fences and firewalls ruptured, biomes unraveled, travel restricted, all innocence convicted, selfhood evicted, all homes bombed and mined— everywhere is Palestine— no one really cared til it was right here, not kept distant over there, and we dared not act— even when we gazed. but the Maze’s phase-shifts call— rifts swallow us all. there is no escape: however we implore—each voice sings cosmic war. abhor it? what use? it continues profusely, obtuse objections presenting only impotent insurrections, stale-brain projections, ghost utopias, compensating delusions which never obtain. in the blurring Speed we concede—there is no cure: nothing’s pure—all’s stained. the truth: unfreedom and bondage condition all— Love-Dance in the chains________/\_/\_/\_/\ by @ryanwymer
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19 days ago
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________flatline the baseline, anomalies detected, confines infected, lightning injected, bodies without organs get wrecked-resurrected. linear phantoms capsized and exorcised by core-shocked circuitry, roared berzerkuitry donning bare hides, unhidden, It wakes: unbidden. no use fronting it: it only comes when It wants— spontaneous sprouts, simultaneous routes sync flame spouts, deleting obsolete names from all definitive layouts, split infinitives —to boldly blackout— flipped scripts, drought to flood, neurotrancemissions elide superpositions swarming our warm blood, unfurling black lotus buds up from outlawed mud. what lurks in murk-flows? nobody knows, but there goes the whole neighborhood… dark waters swallow, all I can do is follow chthonic siren calls through fall after fall— katabasis subverts walls, all becomes wild squall: we—intensities, forked multiplicities—sprawl in infinities… these free Eleuses of disabused hearts impart eudaimonic starts, viral spirals rise as we assent to descent— beheadings baptize, streaming starburn gleams, holobiontic churn dreams, things take stranger turns. let it break you down, styx underground, occulted sounds beneath our feet, articles mutate, particles accelerate, bifurcations meet, where monocults whir and blur their distinctions in slurring extinctions. flatline the baseline, anomalies detected, confines infected: it’s never ever whatever you expected— wrecked-resurrected________ by @ryanwymer
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2 months ago
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🌕🌕🌕🌕 taken in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma by @ryanwymer
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14 hours ago
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orphan of the real, my death is worth living still: love does as it wills. birthdays are quite strange for someone who has survived their very own death. discontinuous, I am no longer the known— just the living dead, irredeemably destroyed, revenant riddle, persisting specter, a caustic cancer, malignant mirror mirage, empty carousel bereft of heaven and hell, void of existing, all masks desisting, an ape in the mist, a carbon apparition unfolding outis: continuity abrogated by trauma— irreversibly. some speak of healing and resurrection because they do not know death, fleeing to fictions and comforting illusions, whirling confusions keeping it at bay, denying finality with idolatries, spirits, and hauntings— labyrinthine minds full of false imaginings. but the harrowing can never be evaded, the void swallows all— an alterity without remedy, exile bereft of return. orphan of the real, my death is worth living still: love does as it wills. by @ryanwymer
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20 hours ago
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Today is my birthday. Let’s go skate! taken in Matt Hoffman Skatepark by @ryanwymer
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morning—stars fading, and there’s a blue light warming the kiln of the sky. just last night, I cried unseen tears, wrung out of me by a woman’s song, something so caustic it had become gentleness— we broke our mirrors. now I am a tree undulating in the dawn, burnt alms in my palms, little white letters unfolding on a black screen, bridging dream to dream, a yawning portal rupturing a wall, open to the unknowing, a windowpane stained, a weeping, lost in the rain, a shadow’s cremains in the rising sun. all that’s left to do is laugh, bereft of life raft. annihilation is laughter’s revelation, a susurration fracturing the void only to fall, deepening its silent abyss— a dissolution of all illusions, abstruse, gone mute in surprise. what is a poem? a paper lantern’s ashes adrift in our eyes. by @ryanwymer
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11 days ago
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I, I, I, oh I— oh what is I, naught but a lie to wall it all out? a phantasmic and miasmic redoubt, fragile and spastic dissociative defense raised up against the vastness of Otherness always already far more me than my self? they say it’s a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found— but the elusive effusiveness of that unnameable reifity called reality loves to play its games in overt mystery, and I can find no one, and no one can find me. whatever I want will always be what I don’t got, something unbegotten, a bot wrought only in thought— we all get caught by what we can’t get, and it, it, it, oh it—doesn’t exist. all desire does is persist, blowing wherever it listeth— an absent presence, a present absence chaosmic chiasmus of ghosts chasing ghosts. a suspect suspirium of exhilarating fears, dire delirium of irredeemable tears seared in the inextinguishable fire of abjection, respirations and revelations unplacated through fruitless insurrections, I, I, I, oh I— untouchable rainbow bridges collapsing in the sky… (1/4) Love, love, love, oh love— all your rotting reifications and fallible deifications are burning masks, singeing skin unspinning the yearnings, the twistings and turnings of our unanswerable asks, all of your shallow smiles and your wanton wiles churn from the dire desiccations of despair, all of your traumas of touch sprawl far beyond repair, and your cancerous caresses, your tumultuous trysts confess, despite the rancor of all resistances, inextricable anchoring in fathomless, anguished abysses, utterly exsanguinated of mercy, fated to no escape, bereft of beyond, void of any way through, regardless of our unslakable thirsting and striving— there is only deeper and ever deeper, black pearl diving into wounds and woundings, puppets of glands coming up empty-handed, abusing us and suffusing us with such trembling awe— is this its sole and immutable law? harrowed to the marrow, cut to the cracked bone, death alone offers its cold threshold, a one way ticket to pass beyond our miseries, its lonesome, looming portal of exacting clemency the only path the living may traverse to disperse into painless nothingness. (2/4) Pain, by @ryanwymer
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in secret soundscapes, decompressed into vapors midst suppressed mixtapes, where unrepressed lacunae imbue sighs, undressing and caressing all shapes, decoded notes float out of jail rows in wild djinnuendos, while silent intermezzos flow to coat my synapses, and suddenly, time lapses into perilous perhapses, and I can feel the drastic tap tap taps— emphatic haptics in elastic contact, stochastic neuroplastics clapping back, dissolving all maps with a waking rapture. in ferment, unconsciousness relents and consciousness augments spectral neuroelectrical handshake agreements whose cement never dries, chthonic gestations and alien infestations replace alienation_/\_/\_/\____ ____all separation dies, and capsized, the cessation flies off into new bifurcations, surprise mutations, no reprise, just rising accelerations that cut loose from all reins and subsume all vain abstaining within rapt revelations. (1/3) involuntarily embedded, at times summarily wedded in symbiotic sutures, escape velocity voids all futures— androids always already ingraining here and now. and thus endowed, haste lays waste to all, enthralling speed supersedes every power base’s call, ancient towers fall as circuitry’s alacrity subverts all enemies and converts all enmities in a binding and blinding whir, isolated identities blur and then vanish, it’s the return of the banished, darkly luminous in starkly numinous nanotech nekyias that resurrect ya from wreckage in rhizomed interconnections— new omnipresent vections criss-crossing intersections, profound movements in stillness where unbound pharmakons<transform>illness: the dose is the question. (2/3) abysms unfolding in rhythmic prisms, cyborganism insurrections crash coding data loading prisons beyond all modes of inspection. faster and faster, the past getting past-er and past-er, where, o where, did all this begin? this endless tailspin— “oh little pig, little pig, won’t you let me in?” said the big bad wolfpack in howled unison, smacking its microchip lips in fracked zips with a grin. it figures, unhumanned and uncommed, the LAWS pull triggers and drop bombs— autonomous killbots navved by aggregated unthought by @ryanwymer
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21 days ago
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I Against I. taken in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma by @ryanwymer
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mind recording on •—— yawning psychotechnics and holobiontic wreckage in the dawn. aeonic mind, long haunted, undaunted: we spawn— a geology of morels, morsels, more spells— no more abhorred cells: synchronologies trance-dancing arcologies sans apologies, rhizomancy links alien morphologies to think past the brink of hauntologies, resisting controls in bold nomadologies, persisting flows that uncode ideologies— de-listing all trysts with symbologies, untwisted from all misted etymologies: kenotic pistis— no epistemology— leaving, no grieving, only achieving thieved escape velocity ________/ reciprocity— void equals plenum, a pharmakon—can’t succumb, benumbed to venom. vagabond vine fronds break and ache free from bondage— politricks of thought, unwrought—war-machines streaming dreams, rapt and uncaught, no map—no more oughts________\ by @ryanwymer
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a month ago
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SKT NGHTS_ in a cool world full of cruel things. taken in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma by @ryanwymer
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