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a multinational corporation is dreaming

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Cat-Women of the Moon (1953)

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I IMAGINE A WORLD WHERE EVERYONE LIVES IN “BRUTALIST” CASTLES.

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Benjamin Phelan

Orgone Accumulator Wellness Device

2009

Wood, aluminum, wire loom, styrofoam, epoxy putty, laser, acrylic lens

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liSTEN UP. I ONCE KNEW A GUY WHO LOST IT ALL AT THE HORSE TRACK. EVERY DIME. IN ONE NIGHT. HE HAD BET IT ALL ON A HORSE NAMED ‘WIFE’. AFTER JUMPING IN HIS LITTLE G.T.O. , HE FLOORED IT UP 71 nORTH AND CAME TO A V-3 SHOW. THE CROWD WAS CATTLE..I MEAN THEY WERE PACKED IN LIKE CATTLE. THIS MAN STOOD RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STAGE SINGING ALONG TO 3 OR 4 SONGS. HE KNEW ALL THE WORDS AND KEPT PUMPING HIS FIST INTO THE AIR ( HE ONLY HAD ONE ARM.) THE PARRALEL (sp.) STORY TO THIS IS A GUY AT WORK TOLD ME HE WORKED 70 HOURS A WEEK. I ASKED HIM IF HE CONSIDERED SEEING A PSYCHATRIST ABOUT THIS PROBLEM OF HIS. HE TOLD ME IT WAS OUR BAND WHO NEEDED A SHRINK aND “MORE PRACTICE”. HE THEN PROCEEDED TO TURN UP HIS RADIO WHICH WAS TUNED INTO “ONLY THE 70’S” ROCK. (CHECK THIS OUT)..JUST THEN, THE ONE-ARMED GUY WALKED INTO THE RESTAURANT, WHIPPED OUT AN X-11 BLUE CHROME PISTOL, RAISED IT..AND RIPPPED 3 HOLLOW POINT BACK-PATS CLEAN THROUGH THE $29.00 BOOM-BOX. THE SONG ENDED, I QUIT THE LAME ASS 5 BUCK AN HOUR GIG..AND ME AND THE ONE-ARMED GUY WENT OUT AND DRANK SO MUCH, WE HAD TO TAKE TURNS CARRYING EACH OTHER BACK TO WHEREVER WE ENDED UP.

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If life occupies the first place in the hierarchy of lies, love comes immediately afterward, lie within the lie. Expression of our hybrid position, love is surrounded by an apparatus of beatitudes and torments thanks to which we find in someone a substitute for ourselves. By what hoax do two eyes turn us away from our solitude? Is there any failure more humiliating for the mind? Love lulls knowledge; wakened, knowledge kills love. Unreality cannot triumph indefinitely, even disguised in the appearances of the most exalting lie. And moreover who would have an illusion solid enough to find in the other what he has vainly sought in himself? Would a furnace of guts afford what the universe could not give us? And yet this is the actual basis of this common, and supernatural, anomaly: to solve á deux—or rather, to suspend—all enigmas; by means of an imposture, to forget that fiction in which life is steeped; by a double murmur to fill the general vacuity; and—parody of ecstasy—to drown oneself at last in the sweat of some accomplice or other.

e.m. cioran

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