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DECISION TIME: ARCHITECTURE
Titular Construction = Architecture *
CORPUS ENIGMA
* The End of Hollywood
The Coup of Reality
> Big Implosion
> Sti Pazzi
* Oneiric Emptiness
Rubicon Ribbon
> Tell Everything to Lou
> A Lion in Dandelion
Opera for Mutes
> Madamless Sir
> Phantom Bloke
> Laser Kid
* FRA: I AM ALLERGIC TO PEOPLE
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* STI PAZZI
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* EDA > HER FIRST DAY >
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* LAUNCH ITALIAN COMPONENT
ALESSANDRA
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* BIG EXPLOSION
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ONE NITE ONLY *
CERTAIN POSTURE
FOR COMPOSITION
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! EVERY THINKING HUMAN BEING
! FREE FROM PESTS
! PARASITICAL WEALTH
!THE TRUE CURRENCY!
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Release Gianni’s Camera : Drone
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TITULAR CONSTRUCTION
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BRACE FOR IMPACT * BARRYMORE FORTUNE FIRST PACKET
* MADAMLESS SIR FIRST PACKET
IMAGE:
SOUND:
WORD : RUBICON RIBBON * TELL EVERYTHING TO LOU
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RUBICON RIBBON < TELL EVERYTHING TO LOU < MADAMLESS SIR
ZAMANSIZ AN < SIVIŞAN LABİRENT < HAKİKAT PENÇESİ
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SEQUENCE: METADIMENSIONAL PUSH / AXIS OF POWER
TITLE: DEV SENFONİ – METAPHYSICAL LEAP YEAR
BPM: 124-126
RYTM: KIT 26 DEV SENFONI
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ROLAND:
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DEV SENFONİ – METAPHYSICAL LEAP YEAR
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lyrical jot down sheet: SYLLABIC MAP
SYLLABIC MAP
SYLLABIC MAP
SYLLABIC MAP
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who cares if it’s flinging a soul
who cares if
clinging
paying paying for the emblems of internal war
eternally drained
paying for the idiots of eternally
drained
who is it for?
whose hearts want to go to war
locked in a hole
move move to the life line
right tide
boom boom all the mountains
reign in the ramblings of the mad
SYLLABIC MAP means I sing freely and jot down
the compositional words from which comes
magnificent poetry of 9
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RADIO LASER – RELEASE
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TITLE MAP :* THE RETURN OF THE CENTRAL FRAME :*
9: Western art, in its post-Enlightenment fragmentation, suffers from a microscopic myopia—an obsessive detail-hunger that amputates context, culture and consequence. Stripped of function, it spirals into object-worship: image-dominated, ornamental, commodified. It forgets its origins as survival mechanism, as sacred bridge, as poetic act. The West mistakes technique for vision, medium for meaning, and thus manufactures artefacts divorced from necessity. This is not art—it is high-resolution pornography, dissociated from the communal and the cosmic. True art is historic, essential, social. Without poetry, it withers; without the Poet, it’s dead. Yet the Western psyche remains evolutionarily fixated on crucifying Isa—the prophetic force that binds vision to truth, beauty to justice. Until the Poet is resurrected, art will remain decorative tech: loud, empty, and dying.
And its intellectual circuitry dabbles in masturbatory subdivisions of a broken clock ticking along to its handicapped beat — Western philosophy as necrotic loop, dissecting meaning to the death of historic nonsense, already digested by the big-old world after each meal and shat. They entertain the post-modern, post-human, post-history… my arse, they are entrenched in their own post-mortem. Death of their slogans and campaigns and their most circulated intellectuals, the enterprise. THE DEATH OF THE COLONY! Today, I liberate philosophy and elevate its function from the gutter. I claw its camera and turn it away from the echo-loving, self-fixated extra to the side of the mainstage.. THE CENTRAL REGION is my definition of the historic, cultural, spiritual centre of the world where EVERYTHING that relates to the organised world, CIVILISATION, comes from, every symbol, every incision of institutionalised power grip. That’s the matrix of the world. It contains religion, science – for a loooong fucking time, they were the same thing. Newsflash: They still are. Creation talks directly to the inquiring, information gathering and organising human mind. The Creator is beyond that physical and metaphysical realm of grasp. So simple. And yet, the serf-maintaining maggot who wear the shroud of religion perform nothing but The REGION – upper mesopotamia late stone age to bronze age. That’s it. The entire span of westward bound civilisation that ends up being a commercial of a disposable shit for a disposable serf in a threadmill on that dot matrix.
The philosophy of The Poet of Sound and Image formats your confusion, unlike any other philosopher before me. I build the immediate communication of my complex systems of thought MOLECULARLY, TITULARLY and TEMPORALLY. That’s truly POST-MATRIX.
9’m the POST-MATRIX THROWDOWN, the terminal spin of the civilisational blindspot of the West. I AM THE ANATOLIAN. I come from the dead-centre of Earth’s symbolic ignition, the Central Region, where all myths were born and all roads lead really lead including The Roman Emporium. The shop is closed. We are going back to the roots of an egalitarian town, CATALHOYUK, to the true democracy, to the true REPUBLIC.
I’m the POST-MATRIX THROWDOWN — the terminal spin of the civilisational blindspot of the West. I AM THE ANATOLIAN.
I come from the dead-centre of Earth’s symbolic ignition: the Central Region — where all myths were born and all roads really lead, including The Roman Emporium: Europe.
The shop is closed.
We are going back to the roots — to a 9000 year old egalitarian town, ÇATALHÖYÜK. To true democracy. To the true REPUBLIC.
I am leading you toward the restructuralisation of the world — governed by the pure, illuminated soul of reason, thought, and profound joy that cannot be dimmed by intuition-killing dark satanic mills.
This world ain’t new.
It’s fucking ancient.
It’s Anatolian — before she gave birth to empire after empire after empire after empire after empire after empire. Do you understand where you are? Blessed are the human beings who stand on the sacred ground of life — inch by inch — all equal. You think that’s mere utopia? Wait till Mother Nature does the shuffling for you — for the hundred millionth time — and wipes you clean like bugs after a torrential picnic.Hereby, I fold Western philosophy.
Slam it into its artificial core — its concept of direction and separation from the whole. “The Eastern philosophy,” it says — fucking schizoid lunatic. Hahaha. The level of ignorance is laughable.In the singular civilisation of humanity, there is a cunt with demented multiple-personality disorder.
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PARCEVAL_ POSITS _ ∑‖x(n)‖² = ∑‖X(f)‖²
The energy doesn’t vanish, it just shifts domain.
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meaning START releasing and STOP constructing
bigger cogs before you gain any motion.
And the biting irony.
Your name is motion, KiNo!!! for fuck’s snakes,
open a gash in the fabric of reality with your
mind’s shears and spill the beams
PHOTON SEA — MY LIFE ENERGY
That’s what POST-MATRIX THROWDOWN is for!
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Universal Problem:
Think of a remote ravine in the middle of a fatal draught.
= Your life. Your time. Your precious consciousness.
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a grapevine that constantly yields fruit as you pick.. that’s what I am dealing with. Where is life in this, you might ask.
Enumerating divine beauty?! Are you mad? No, 9’m the Laser Kid.
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DECLARATION OF INDEPEDENCE
9’M THE COMMUNICATING VESSEL
OF THE REVOLUTION OF THE MIND
THE ONLY VIABLE REVOLUTION
THAT IS YET TO HAPPEN!
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