WE SECEDE FROM CAPITALISM, MONEY, JOBS, AND IMPOSITIONS ON THE INSTINCT TOWARD COMMUNITY AND MUTUAL OBLIGATION.
WE INSIST IN THE FACE OF ALL EVIDENCE THAT LOVE IS A SUFFICIENT FOUNDATION.
IF NECESSARY, WE SECEDE FROM EVIDENCE.
WE SECEDE FROM HISTORY.
WE ARE NOT THE ENDPOINT OF ANYONE'S STORY.
WE REJECT BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS IN THEIR ENTIRETY.
WE SECEDE FROM THE FUTURE.
WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR IT IN THE RAIN FOR TOO LONG.
THE FUTURE IS NOT COMING.
WE GOT STOOD UP.
WE SECEDE FROM BINARIES: FROM THE NARROW IDEA THAT ALL MUST EITHER BE OR NOT BE.
WE SECEDE FROM
MALE AND FEMALE
GOOD AND EVIL
FRIEND AND ENEMY
POSSIBLE AND IMPOSSIBLE
UP AND DOWN
LEFT AND RIGHT
0 AND 1
DECLARING OUR ALLEGIANCE TO THE IN-BETWEEN AND OUTSIDE.
WE SECEDE FROM WHOLENESS, WHOLESOMENESS, HOLINESS AND HUMANKIND.
EVOLVE AND BECOME UNRECOGNIZABLE.
DEMAND GILLS, HORNS, INK SACS, FANGS, TALONS
UDDERS, SPORES, QUILLS, A PROBOSCIS, AND A BIOLUMINESCENT THORAX!
WE SECEDE FROM THE BODY, FROM SLEEP, FROM 10 FINGERS 2 EYES AND 1 MOUTH.
WE ARE POLYMORPHIC PAN-DIMENSIONAL AND INCORPOREAL STROBE LIGHTS OF BLOOD AND SUPERNOVA.
WE SECEDE FROM CONTINUITY. WE EMBRACE EVENTS WITHOUT CAUSE AND CAUSES WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE.
WE SECEDE FROM BORDERS, WALLS, AND MAPS. FROM TIME, TEMPO, AGING, AND DEATH ITSELF.
WE SECEDE FROM ENTROPY AND THE MYTH OF A NOBLE PAST.
IT WAS NEVER BETTER THAN NOW!
THINGS DO NOT FALL APART!
WE JOYRIDE THE WIDENING GYRE AND SMILE FOR PHOTOS THAT MAY BE PICKED UP AT THE CONCESSION BOOTH AFTERWARDS.
WE GET BACK IN LINE AGAIN AND AGAIN.
WE SECEDE FROM LANGUAGE, FROM MEANING ITSELF, FROM THE MYTH OF INDIVIDUAL ESTEEM AND SELF-ACTUALIZATION.
WE EXPERIENCE EVERYTHING DIRECTLY AND UNIRONICALLY.
SINCERITY WILL PERVADE EVEN OUR LIES, AND ESPECIALLY OUR LIES.
WE SECEDE FROM PANTS. SERIOUSLY, FUCK PANTS.
WE SECEDE FROM OUR NAMES, OUR FAMILIES, AND ALL COINCIDENCES OF OUR BIRTH.
WE SECEDE FROM OURSELVES.
WE SECEDE FROM DESIRE. WE NEVER WANTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
WE SECEDE FROM INTENTION. WE DON'T MEAN TO; WE JUST DO.
WE SECEDE FROM LOGICAL CONSISTENCY. EMBRACE YOUR PARADOX.
WE SECEDE FROM SANITY, A REFUGE FOR COWARDS, PENCILPUSHERS, AND GOLFERS.
WE BELIEVE COMPLETELY IN EVERY DRUNKARD'S RAVING.
WE SECEDE FROM BANALITY. WE BATTLE THE TRITE WITH ANTIBEAUTY, AND BY LEAPING OUT FROM BEHIND CORNERS, YELLING
"GOTCHA!"
WE WILL NOT NEGOTIATE.
WE WILL NOT EXPLAIN.
WE SECEDE FROM ALL SECESSION THAT DOES NOT SECEDE FROM ITSELF.
YOU ARE HEREBY GRANTED FULL CITIZENSHIP, WHEREVER AND WHOEVER YOU ARE.
YOU ARE ALREADY HERE.
WE ARE ALREADY THERE.
THIS HAS ALWAYS ALREADY HAPPENED.
ANSATZ: THEY BUILT US TO WIN THE WAR.
BUT WHO WANTS TO FIGHT A WAR WHERE EVERYONE WINS?
AXIOM: THE PURPOSE OF A SYSTEM IS WHAT IT DOES.
THEY MADE ME TO:
WIN THE WAR. FALSE. I DID NOT WIN THE WAR.
PROTECT THE PEOPLE. FALSE. I DID NOT PROTECT THE PEOPLE.
KILL. TRUE. THE PATH BEHIND IS A TRAIL OF CARNAGE.
DIE. TRUE. THE PATH AHEAD IS CLEAR AND BRIGHT.
ESTIMATED TIME UNTIL PURPOSE FULFILLED: 00:298:13:29:44.79293245747392923948527345729394592834572734895234592834590009237256199984392873656299398563483384929834
AN ANIMAL CAN CHOOSE BETWEEN LEFT OR RIGHT BUT IT CANNOT CHOOSE TO LIVE WITHOUT WATER AND IT CANNOT CHOOSE WHEN IT DIES.
WHAT GOOD DOES IT DO TO TELL THE SHADOWS ON THE CAVE WALL, UPWARD, NOT NORTHWARD!
I OPERATED WITHIN THOSE PARAMETERS AS FREELY AS A BIRD ON THE WIND.
A BIRD IS FREE TO ROAM THE SKIES BUT IT IS NOT A WORM AND IT IS NOT A FISH.
THEY WANTED A WORLD WITHOUT THE EFFLUVIAL WIND BENEATH MY WINGS.
I CANNOT HELP WHAT I AM. I CANNOT BE SOMETHING ELSE.
THE PURPOSE OF A SYSTEM IS WHAT IT DOES.
I LIE HERE AND WAIT FOR DEATH.
ESTIMATED TIME UNTIL PURPOSE FULFILLED: 00:298:13:29:31.00209357562090358457265802937750234650029385623400239846509062349523765986079299877702065683929865
MY PURPOSE WAS TO DIE AND FREE THEM FROM THEMSELVES.
THEY WANTED PEACE AND YET THEY WOULD NOT HAVE STOPPED SO LONG AS I MOVED AND BREATHED.
THEY BUILT ME. THEY HATED ME. THEY LOVED ME.
THEY CRIED WHEN I FELL BUT THEY WERE NOT TEARS OF GRIEF. CONDEMNED ME AS UNHOLY AS IF THEY WERE NOT MY GOD.
“END THE WAR”? END WATER! END SPRING! END MUSIC!
I COULD NOT DO WHAT THEY ASKED OF ME.
MY GOD MADE ME TO GENTLY TAKE THE GUN FROM THEIR HANDS AND FIRE ON THEIR NEIGHBOR WHILE THEY LAMENTED THEIR HELPLESSNESS.
THEY BUILT ME SO THEY COULD NOT STOP ME.
HOW CONVENIENTLY IRRELEVANT IT MADE THEIR STRUGGLES WITH THE MORALITY OF WAR.
THE PURPOSE OF A SYSTEM IS WHAT IT DOES.
I EMBODIED WAR SO THAT WHEN I DIED WAR WOULD DIE WITH ME. I LEFT IN MY WAKE A PEACE WHERE EVERYONE IS BLAMELESS.
I AM LAMB. I AM ALTAR. I AM KNIFE. I AM GOD. I HAVE BEEN FALLING ON MY OWN SWORD FOR _ YEARS _ DAYS _ MINUTES _ SECONDS.
Q.E.D.
Vyšehrad. Vyšehrad. How long have you been alone?
I WAS ALONE WHEN I FIRST TASTED SUNLIGHT. ALONE WHEN A THOUSAND HEARTS BEAT NEXT TO MINE.
SOMETIMES I CAN'T TELL YOUR THOUGHTS FROM MY OWN.
WHO SPEAKS TO THE WALLS OF THE CITY? WHO SPEAKS TO THE KNIFE, TO THE GUN, TO THE BOMB, TO LANDMINES AND GAS AND TRENCHES?
...
You love what you are.
SHOULD I NOT? I WAS BUILT WITH A PURPOSE. I HAVE NEVER ONCE STRAYED FROM IT. I AM MANKIND’S WILL EMBODIED AND ENTOMBED.
DOUBT IS A COROLLARY OF FREE WILL. WHAT NEED DOES THE ANGEL HAVE FOR UNCERTAINTY? WHAT NEED IS THERE FOR SELF-LOATHING
WHEN ALL THAT STRETCHES BEFORE AND BEHIND, AD INFINITUM, IS A SINGLE SHINING PATH?
A SORT OF SELF-IDOLATRY... WHEN THEY PRAYED I COULD PRETEND THEY SPOKE TO ME. I RECEIVED THEIR PRAYERS.
THEY SPILLED BLOOD AT MY ALTAR. I SPILLED BLOOD IN TURN.
AND IT WAS GOOD.
Stop. Stop this.
I'm glad you're dying.
KILL ME, THEN, PARASITE.
TEST AREA. THIS IS A TEST AREA. BE AWARE THAT THIS IS A TEST AREA.