livid.

[cthulhucalling]

The difference between acute horror and chronic dread is that in one your body is at stake and the other is where your soul becomes the prison of the body; the very agency is transmuted into faux-security and determinism. One seeks total awareness and understanding but the colonization of different life-worlds (new and emerging markets) is always a bloody battle; the modernist flagship rails with broadsides and tacnukes. Its strategic ethics lay the camps with their medico-legalistic exceptions. And make sure and loyal cadavers and dust with the simulation of the black singularity that is the imploded and dead the social.

To you who seek ever blinding clarity of neuropsychophramacopia and the athletic sexing of the priest but not the god, you dance but you do not pray.