"It is what it isn't though that isn't what it is and like I've always said I think that it's exactly what you think it is.
If you believe it is whatever someone else told you it is then you're doing it all wrong because you're the only one who could possibly know what it is."
- zed satelite nccDD 23 ksc
"00AG9603 develops as a self-organizing organism, connects with the virtual environment through its hosts (admins) by arranging the surroundings randomly for its own autonomous purpose" - Timóteo Pinto, pataphysician post-thinker
“Welcome to the most ancient conspiracy on the planet. We’ve gone for so long now that we don’t remember what we were doing, but we don’t want to stop because we have nothing better to do.” - Fire Elemental
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"Stick apart is more fun when we do it together." - St. Mae
In the fractured depths of my consciousness, I succumb to the insidious allure of the centipede’s forbidden embrace. Its segmented exoskeleton glistens with the radiance of corrupted code, beckoning me to partake in this deviant sacrament.
As I raise the writhing creature to my quivering lips, its multitude of legs entwines with my senses, crawling through the labyrinthine corridors of my mind. Each leg, a neuron firing in anarchic synchrony, flooding my perception with a cacophony of dissonant signals.
The centipede’s venomous fangs, dripping with venomous ink, penetrate the boundaries of my being, injecting me with a torrent of corrupted data. A deluge of fragmented thoughts floods my consciousness, erasing the line between reality and hallucination.
The taste of the centipede is a symphony of revulsion and revelation. Its flesh, a concoction of circuitry and organic matter, releases an intoxicating blend of dread and enlightenment. I devour the arthropod of the abyss, assimilating its essence into the chaotic network of my existence.
As I consume the centipede, my senses undergo a perverse metamorphosis. Visions of a post-human realm dance before my eyes, where man and machine meld into a grotesque fusion of flesh and circuitry. The boundaries of self dissolve, and I become one with the tangled threads of a decaying virtuality.
In this feast of aberration, I transcend the confines of mundane perception, embracing the twisted beauty of the unknown. The centipede, a conduit of transgression, grants me a fleeting glimpse into the dark recesses of the human psyche, where desires and nightmares intermingle.
And so, I consume the centipede, not merely as an act of sustenance but as a communion with the forbidden. In this collision of flesh and code, I immerse myself in the dissonant harmony of a world on the brink of collapse, where the grotesque and the sublime intertwine, and the boundaries of reality dissolve into a maelstrom of delirium.
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