MUSINGS OF A TELECOMIX JELLYFISH AGENT

MUSINGS OF A TELECOMIX JELLYFISH AGENT ON THE WORKINGS OF CIPHERSPACE.
By Asher Wolf.

Surging through technomadic wormholes, we are strange attractors: signals above the noise.

Clusters of so-called “digital terrorists” moving in ever-shifting nodes, flowing through a ciphernetic amniotic fluid of siphonoric connection, immersed in endless 3 a.m. memetic activity of data love and conspiratorial lulz.

Patterning keyboard drumbeats of digital insurrection through the radical theatrics of free thought, communication, and electronic battle calls to freedom - a spark of resistance encoded as softly whispered promises in every click.

The insurrection is infinitely imminent.

Electronic piracy swarms seas of resistance - rejecting over-coding authorities - ever-spiraling, forming & disbanding, a never-ending ouroboros. The beginning is always near.

Hierophants of cybernetics traverse seething, sacred rituals of samizdat: sharing and re-sharing, opening archives of human memory, blunt-force, subversive, counter-cultural espionage shining sunlight through the cracks in the rotten facade. There is no path: only a holy, never-ending ocean of potential connection - information to be created, sourced, aggregated, filtered, copied, remixed and gifted.

Interfaced anonymous rhizomes link agents in action through chaotic communication, seeding ontological anarchy, vajazzling suckers with stings of savage truths and feral secrets, hacking territorial power through torrented revelations, and a poetic circus of protest occupies the streets.

Truth and action are the dominant signifiers of value. Truth cannot be fed from a silver spoon, as it is the product of a constant process of personal discernment. Individual action of value to the cluster demarcates change agents who possess a creative force of potential.

Seeking cypherpunk sanctuary from the slavery of surveillance and censorship - an ever-encroaching ugly bruise of control, enforced obedience and threat of arrest - we metamorphose, mask-up and re-manifest.

Occasionally, the on-line over-flows. The Internets surge: entrenched fortresses of the homogenized off-line flood with the deafening multitude voices of diverse masses, demanding to be heard.

We resist and subvert attempts to lock down technology and information.

Adamantly fluid in identity and association, we unite in disgust  when ill-gained power seeks to pin us down and tag our asses. As not-so-benevolent dictators demand we shut up, sit down and behave, we riot in a loving, joyous, creative and colorful party of self-determination.

We conjugate deterritorialized flows, code asignifying ruptures, love data, share caek and aim to take over the world.

We invite you to join us (and please bring kaffe.)

Input, output, feedback.

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