nihilist trichinae

...some new trichinae had appeared, microscopic creatures that lodged themselves in mens bodies. But these creatures were spirits, endowed with reason and will. Those who received them into themselves immediately became possessed and mad. But never, never had people considered themselves so intelligent and unshakeable in the truth as did these infected ones. Never had they thought their judgements, their scientific conclusions, their moral convictions and beliefs more unshakeable. Entire settlements, entire cities and nations would be infected and go mad....

sounds - ⨑ℯℯđ ♏ℯ đặ✞ặ - ℊ◍⅃đƨ♏ⅉ✞ƕƨ ƻ0۩۩

Auditions Notes chop up X Arch Carrier (short) by V1V1AN

ặữ✞◍♏ặ✞ℯđ ƨ◍ữɲđƨ ⨑ℾ◍♏ ɲ◍✞ℯƨ ⨑ℾ◍♏ ặữđⅉ✞ⅉ◍ɲƨ ⅃ⅉƨ✞ℯɲⅉɲℊ ƨℯƨƨⅉ◍ɲ ◍⨑ ℾℯc◍ℾđⅉɲℊƨ ⨑ℾ◍♏ ℊ◍⅃đƨ♏ⅉ✞ƕƨ c◍⅃⅃ℯℊℯ ⅃◍ɲđ◍ɲ ƻ0۩۩

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ặ đℯℯ⍴ ɲⅉc◍✞ⅉɲℯ ✞ặⅉɲℯđ ƕặℾṿℯƨ✞ ♏◍◍ɲ ƕặữɲ✞ƨ ✞ƕℯ ƨkץ

cℾⅉℯƨ ◍⨑ đℯ⅃ⅉℊƕ✞ ℊ⅃ⅉɲ✞ ✞ƕℾ◍ữℊƕ ✞ƕℯ ặⅉℾ

ặ ♏◍✞◍ℾ⍹ặץ ℾ◍ặℾƨ

⍴ℾ◍cℯƨƨ◍ℾƨ cƕữℾɲ ặɲđ ✞ⅉck

cℯɲ✞ℾặ⅃ ƕℯặ✞ⅉɲℊ c⅃ⅉckƨ ặɲđ ℊℾ◍ặɲƨ

⨑◍ℾữ♏ƨ ℾℯℯ⅃

⨑ặcℯℬ◍◍k ⍴ặℊℯƨ ƨ⍴ⅉɲ

Ⴜ ƨⅉ✞ƨ, ặɲđ ⍹ặⅉ✞ƨ, 

ƕℯ ✞ặkℯƨ ặ cⅉℊặℾ ⨑ℾ◍♏ ƕⅉƨ cℾ◍♏ℬⅉℯ c◍ặ✞ ⍴◍ckℯ✞

ƕⅉƨ cƕℯℯkƨ ặℾℯ ƕ◍⅃⅃◍⍹ℯđ ặƨ ƕℯ ⅃◍ṿⅉɲℊ⅃ץ ɲữℾ✞ữℾℯƨ ✞ƕℯ ƨ♏◍kℯ ✞◍ ⅃ⅉ⨑ℯ

✞⍹◍ ♏◍ℬⅉ⅃ℯƨ ℬữzz, ℾƕץ✞ƕ♏ⅉcặ⅃⅃ץ ⅉɲcƕⅉɲℊ ✞ƕℯℾℯ ⍹ặץ ặ⅃◍ɲℊ ♏ặℾℬ⅃ℯ

♰Ӊξ ☾IƓ▲ᴙ ᴙξs♰IɴƓ Ӊξ ⎳●●Ks Iɴ♰● ♰Ӊξ sӉ●ξ ☾⎳●sξ♰

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ƕℯ ƨ⅃◍⍹⅃ץ ℾ◍✞ặ✞ℯƨ ✞ƕℯ ƕℯℯ⅃ ⍴ⅉℯcℯ, 

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ƕℯ ✞ặkℯƨ ặ UsB đⅉƨk ⨑ℾ◍♏ ⅉɲƨⅉđℯ ✞ƕℯ đặℾk ⅃ℯặ✞ƕℯℾ ℾℯcℯƨƨ...

ặ đℾ◍⍴ ◍⨑ ƨ⍹ℯặ✞ ✞ƕữđƨ ặℊặⅉɲƨ✞ ✞ƕℯ ⨑◍◍✞ℬℯđ 

ƕℯ ℯ⨰ƕặ⅃ℯƨ, ặɲđ c⅃ⅉ⍴ƨ ✞ƕℯ UsB đℯṿⅉcℯ B▲☾K Iɴ♰● ♰Ӊξ Ӊξξ⎳ ႼIξ☾ξ

ᴙ▲Iɴ BξƓIɴs, ✞ƕℯ ⍹ⅉɲđ◍⍹ƨ cƕữck⅃ℯ,

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đℯrrⅉđặ ƨcặ✞✞rℯđ, ��ץ◍✞ặrđ ƨ��ℯℯ⍴ⅉɲℊ ữ⍴◍ɲ mץ ɲ◍c✞ữrɲặ�� kⅉɲℊđ◍m ◍⨑ ƨⅉɲ-đ◍m

đr◍ɲℯƨ ◍⨑ Ri₵H & ₵REAMY & Ɠ��CCI H��CCI

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ℯץℯƨ ✞ⅉrℯđ, ✞ƕr◍ặ✞ ƨ◍rℯ, ℯ⨰cⅉ✞mℯɲ✞ ƨ◍ặrⅉɲℊ, ặɲ⨰ⅉℯ✞ⅉℯƨ c��ặ⍹ⅉɲℊ

Ὗℯ✞, ặƨ ✞ƕℯ r◍ặđƨ m◍ặɲ,

⨰ℯɲ◍⍴ƕ◍ɲⅉ⨰ ⍴ℯrmℯặ✞ℯ

...and James Murdoch

...and James Murdoch, hesitates, stutters and murmurs nervously. His square spectacle lenses reflecting the lights ahead of him, the frustrating glimmers of light dancing across his darting eyes and distracting me from any natural eye contact I'm accustomed to settling into to during The X-Factor of Celebrity Big Brother. His legendary father, stoic and regal sits opposite, his ancient digits steepled beneath his jowls.... my head is spinning, I run to the bathroom to blow my ever dripping nose, as I return Rupert Murdoch gives a questioning, negative and monosyllabic answer to a question I haven't heard... I swallow two Beechams Flu + tablets, get into bed and drift between sleep this small aspect of News International's sisyphean struggle against their own success... I wake up, it's mid July and has been overcast in England for over a week now, even before my body gave up and let a virus occupy my energies the pollen was giving me hay fever - I've never had hay fever before this summer, there is something in the air, something invisible and omnipresent....


...again the world is grey, my hay fever has subsided, the news is full of riots breaking out in Birmingham, Slaford, Tottenham, West Bromwich, Reading and Oxford... I scroll though endless text about the subject, study youtube videos.. a woman floats from an burning inferno, a youthful silhouette drifts across a deserted road, his ice white feet blurring, beneath his brightly coloured rags, his red hood gyrating....a contemporary road runner.... David Cameron is on BBC, his thumb glued adjacent to his index finger, his bobbing clenched fist animating sporadically around his speech, his skin appears somewhat silicone, his replicant mannerisms, his glassy stare reminds me of a ventriloquists dummy, I notice the sound is off....

β▵∂ ℍℴⅼïԺǽ - ṗ's Ⴋ℟ⅇϫⅿ

β▵∂ ℍℴⅼïԺǽ - ṗ's Ⴋ℟ⅇϫⅿ

Sands stinging, the cold

cryonix, the gravity of night

gouge the surf

whilst the stars squint in disdain.

A journeys end -

relax, relinquish fear.

The current, the water

for peace to attain

that loss, that freedom -

the burden of hope

hangs heavy no longer.

Sleep

...

Dustisms, ghosts biting

upon your neck,

feet blurring, you're running, 

your moving, you're fighting.

So scowl at the sun

glance at shapes,

blank tropes - lies.

Spin and float.

Dismiss such guise

...

ℬⅼɐçɮ, ᴾʋLɔ́ᶣ ⓡɨτὒ〉ɛ

ℬⅼɐçɮ, ᴾʋLɔ́ᶣ ⓡɨτὒ〉ɛ

black, pulchritudinous, silhouettes

clawing into the cyan abyss

their evasive forms

ghosts