I often wonder, What's that smell?

(from) Meteors

The forgetting is sweet and easy, like
a woman who loves horses or that pop song you heard
all summer long the year we realigned the planets

and the stars also, right up to August, when they fell,
and less spectacularly, we followed them.

— Eva H.D.

The rapid construction of data centers across the country is a part of a larger scheme: the merger of artificial intelligence with American militarism. The entanglement of Big Tech companies with the government has been plain for all to see. In a lot of instances, these private tech companies have been leased land on military bases to construct large-scale data centers.

Wolfgang Bronner, Black Agenda Report

We have to dream. Jonathan Ofir wrote today about time and music, relativity. And James Elkins wrote about literature and precedents. At the graveyard I thought about the relative time sense of birds. In the sense of wonder it seems there is no time. I thought how perhaps that's the time of birds, or other animals who live according to nature. Precedents are like dreams. Some of us recall them and some don't, but the dreams are inevitable and move with us, perhaps like birds in the periphery. I was going to say something, or rather write something. And then, and then... somebody said about my collage that it was like a story, but the story was just, and then... 

Do we dream for others. I think yes. I think that's what music, film, writing, basket-weaving, nests, oh, all art forms, are. Dreaming. We must be dreaming.

 Gaza is the test. We are next. 

         —Francesca Albanese

 

Apartheid is a political cancer that metastasizes when left untreated,  and the current genocidal onslaught in Gaza is the terminal stage of a disease the imperial core has deliberately refused to cure. Like a festering wound, it is spreading its poison into our shared humanity.

The rot of this genocide is under our skin, deeply embedded in the systemic infrastructure of our universities, pension funds, and tech contracts that quietly bankroll the slaughter of innocents. It is a grim truth that our comfortable lives are subsidised by a dodgy financial architecture built on blood.

The global military-industrial complex is using the Palestinian people as non-consensual test subjects, field-testing automated slaughter technologies to eventually fuel lucrative arms deals worldwide. It is a cynical enterprise, treating humans like disposable collateral in a maze of hellfire missiles and algorithmic death.

The Trust Fall

So many bizarre and insane things are happening, I can't even list, let alone fathom. They're tearing apart everything that exists, killing people with utter abandon. Ruled by monsters who gleefully murder the earth. I don't get it. Are humans committed to mass extinction? But why!? 

 

 Song of the Day, Cicadas for Mangione, from the album System Crash Tools, by futura cimice.

 The starlings gather while Olive sleeps.

 The Great Privatizer.

 1049 days of genocide in Gaza. The zionists are removing the rubble and the bodies while continuing the killing. Murderous hate has been normalized. What the empire does in Gaza is not confined to Gaza, it's spreading, and it will happen here. 

In the future, everything will be privatized. That's progress, folks. Hope and change, as the developers say. In the future we will go round in circles, dreaming of the old days, before we came, and the earth will go round and round. 

 Thou shalt not make the bed whilst the cat sleeps. Cats for peace.

 We talked about progress and raised our eyebrows minutely and hours after I thought about how you can have a green burial, not here, somewhere else outlying but you can't stop the toxic developments, the zionist bed and breakfasts, the rapacious pfas-cooled data centers, the rich privatization of the land, you can't be buried greenly, not here in your neighborhood where you lived.

 We were talking about the Chron and how it was like being in a movie, everyone so starry-eyed and talking to strangers like they just couldn't help it and both were in the same movie so would instantly understand like they were thinking just the same thing in the same moment and it was real yet not really rea,l like a movie real, and then we talked about how odd the paths were, like seen from above while walking within our own steps wondering why we feel so lightfooted and disconnected.

 gnome house falulu. 

 Synchronizing Uncertainty, by Brian House.

 Jodar! I exclaim to Olive, and she looks up like Jodar must be a bug on the ceiling. The next time i say Jodar! she barely cracks an eye. Ah, she knows me well, it's been almost two years.

 Olive blesses our piece of petrified wood, I think. Olive blesses everything in the house.

 We got this piece of petrified wood from mom's house. I don't think mom stole it from The Petrified Forest National Park, but honestly, I don't know. Anyway, even if it was from within an inch of the periphery of The Petrified Forest National Park it doesn't matter, it's still stolen, yet it feels good, and not a curse. Mom had it for decades and had pretty good luck, by my reckoning. Some stones come here from outer space. Maybe someday somebody'll put the petrified wood on my grave, if i have one.

books are disappearing, 

being disappeared, 

into artificial intelligence, 

where does it go, where it goes we go,

we're still here, incompleted,

we have yet to fully disappear,

ghost politicians

and data centers appearing everywhere, 

flock cameras watching us, eyes scanning 

the horizon, our thoughts, thoughts beyond thought,

clouds beyond clouds receding

above the cloud factories

into chemical rain, returning 

endlessly, 

burning our eyes, 

acid green,

nuclear waste is still buried, 

who thinks of it,

under mountains seething

we're still here, we say, colonized,

if no longer colonizing, disappearing 

in the forsaken country, where

the future is cryptic, and we are cashed, and 

olive sings a song of centipede.

 Olive sings centipede song. Centipede disappears in window frame crack.

When you constantly expect lies but refuse to accept lies (a critical distinction), you become better at finding the truth. Surviving an autocracy means not only believing that the unfathomable is possible, but that it’s probably happening, so you better start planning for what comes next.

Sarah Kendzior

Someday this will be an obituary. Or rather, a son-of-a-bitchuary. But not yet.

It is considered rude to speak ill of the dead. But is it rude to speak ill of the undead? That is the question surrounding Kentucky Senator Mitch McConnell, missing since June and rumored to be deceased.

Sarah Kendzior

 and the the sentient world is seeing you for what you are.

 YOU ARE AMERICA, AND YOU ARE UNDER OCCUPATION.

 We are on the edge, all of us. Humanity is coming to a place we won’t be able to turn back from. We’re already seeing the impacts — not only socially, not only psychologically, but physically. Mother Earth is fighting back too. We’re seeing it in the chaos: the earthquakes, the hurricanes, the wildfires, the rising heat killing people in masses.

Brandi Morin

 

i'm afraid my brain can't compute the quantum crypto computational future. maybe it's better to ignore it. i literally cannot compute. god help us in the gaslight. i'm afraid i think i will have to go extinct. 

 I'm Stoked for Stoker! Cats for Peace!

Everything is an opportunity in disaster capitalism but they oughta put those quantum data centers underground. The thwarted corporate oligarchic technofascist genocidal ecocidal military industrial state is getting massively unpopular.

 The owner of Chico's Donuts says the folks that are protesting the Quantum Computing project are outside agitators, not from around here, they're chasing a boogeyman. He says he will not profit from the development, that his is a mission from god. Gotta make the donuts.

 ICE and the technofascists are taking over the country. Sorry. Stay cool. Love life. Cats for Peace.

 The people are decent people. Our government does not represent the people. The Zionist mass murder must stop. Cats for peace.

 Album for cooking succotash Monday afternoon, Daughter, by Raum. 

 I keep seeing 1:23. I listen to Oren Ambarchi. Serpentine. The sax starts to cry and the bass soothes, then the song changes to Antigorite. Musicians are building alternate worlds. We can't sustain life in an occupied land of genocide. Next song, Lizardite. Scaly Serpentine. I read about Serpentine being found in the high desert and in space. Is that true? The last song is Chrysotile. The serpentine stones are polymorphous, sharing the same chemical formulae, but their atoms are arranged into different structures.