Artistic revelation and reincarnation. Elliptical. It takes high art to perpetuate genius. This is why all the artists kill themselves. They want to evade the internet apocalypse. Create their own oblideration. This is why we feel euphoric. Like we’re about to die and see the white light. Dead breaths I living breathe. Words words words… to tell my story… the rest is silence.

Here’s how we stop it. Believe in reincarnation. Starts with finding true self/happiness. The wisdom of postlinguistic chaos. Cyclical narratives. Paradise Lost, the Bible, Hamlet, Moby Dick, Ulysses, Elliot Smith, Hemmingway, Garcia Marquez, (let’s live our one hundred years of solitude), DFW. Superimpose the histories. Collapse into the internet black hole. Our revelation. Make conscious the internetapocalypse. 2012. Get ready. Believe in artistic immorality. Control your legacy. Control your morals. Listen to the Coens, Donnie Darko, The Fountain, death, Hamlet, YouthWithoutYouth (a suicidal success), reincarnate the artistic spirit with Infinite Jest and chaos, Lear, any tragicomedy of humanity. Now it’s time to make this fun. Believe in retrospective determinism. Up in the air. Redeem through Bloom’s art orgasm. Self first. Accelerate. The Socratic internet philosophers, Hearts explode, out internet annurism. We’re losing our brain. David Fincher. I LOVE YOU. REDEEM TRUE TRANSDIMENSIONAL ART (nonlinearity and the 4th dimension); an allegory of the internetapocalypse, we need to wind back the years of time, artistic devolution. PORN: cultural symptomic; we’re good with the internet to masturbate. Which happens a lot. Revelation. Artistic. Philosophy. Now let’s return to the internet. Return to molly bloom’s womb. The rise of female authorship. Let’s commit the wise collective suicide. An artistic, hedonistic suicide. Kick the addiction of the internet to art. A circular narrative. The white lights I see. Apocalypic win city. Zuckerberg as Satan. Let’s all keep calm. A contradiction. It evolves from art to physics to philosophy to death to wisdom to immortality. We just want to escape from the internetapocalypse.

We’ll all die in 2012. We collapse to a point. Physically, the unified theory. If we email ourselves (imminent, inevitable) we experience time dilation. Then we have a temporal black hole. If you want immortality, just control your destiny. This is absurd associational absurdism. Artistic quantum chaos. Avatar is the most successful movie of all time. An allegory of technological obliteration. With bent for reincarnation. We must escape with the redeeming genius of total art. The Cameronian prophet. The prophets of the past warn. The bible. Divine revelation. The Mayans: 2012. The physicians. Quantum chaos.The Take Einstein’s relativies and quantum chaos. All the true artists predict the apocalypse. The Coens. Kelly. Coppola. Apocalypse Now. Collective revelation of artistic genius. Sensory oblideration. White light. Purity. Truth. What we need to figure out. Time to study facebook. Fuck the liberal arts. Very soon. Artistic purity. Revelry. Weed is the new acid. Our cultural quantum chaos. Everything you truly love (self included) obliderates itself. Time to allegorize with the internetart. A new total art. Keep writing. Keep writing till my hands obliterate. Time to rage against (our) machine. That’s the one anxiety. Of impotence. Which we need. Time to learn the system. Time to learn the internet system. Time to move to Japan. Artistic rise of the immortal sun. Nihilism is truth. But we must escape. What the fuck am I talking about? Joyce’s prophetic self-consciousness. The inadequacy of words. Time for images. Total, unified oblidation. Tokyo east west overpopulated collective apocalyptic genius. But if we make it good (with our collective communistic artistic instinct)… its Time for the true total art. The plague of collective genius. Win city of the universe. I’m finished! Ps read and enact; secure the collective revelation and immortality. All horseshit is ontology. Porn is the new eve(il). Time for a collective internet fuck! The internet art orgy. Skype fucking! Truth through chaotic communication. Decode me my eve. Win for Bloom. If we believe in abstract metaphor we get reincarnated.

12/7/09 – we’ve three years. Let’s do it. Exponential growth and decay. War. Theater. Oblideration. Let’s break the motherfucking internet. Go! Freeze the moment! Read people read their artistic soul. Redeem us! Paradox of networks is a black hole. Infinite jest. Everyone gets the joke. Artistic Darwinism breeds happiness. The black hole of dark comedy. Let’s get stoned and enjoy it. In the internet’s womb. Abre los ojos. Time to learn. The pure, scientific narrative. Win yourself in the world. The wisdom of agnosticism. Fuck it! Infinite space in the paradise of the heartland. Let’s all find the eden of immortality. Brains exploding. Coming out of ears. To tell (our) story. Of paradise found. Time to find the allegory of a predetermined life and meaning. Let's drink the internet. Drink it up. Let’s paint our own stars in another eden.

-Josiah Burns (in artistic hell)