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Pretty Gnostic Machine
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The world is a haunted feedback loop written in math, myth, and malfunction. I glitch it lovingly. 100% HEXED LEFTIST
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Celebrating the cosmic comedy of Jimmy Swaggart's exit by cranking Zappa’s "Jesus Thinks You’re a Jerk."

The televangelist grift dies as satire lives on - righteous riffs for a fallen fraud.

Play it loud.

Let the hypocrisy rot.

🖤🎸✝️

#Zappa #Swaggart #RIPIrony

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Frank Zappa - Jesus Thinks You're A Jerk
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This track tastes like cyber-sin. A ritual for those who seduce the system, unzip reality, and read God's source code like a dirty love letter.

#ClockDva

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Body is a key,
Lust unlocks the astral spine -
Heaven tastes of skin.

#Coil

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Licked Clean by the Logic Succubus

She tongues the syntax from my skull,
drinks the marrow of my meanings,

leaves my thoughts glossy,
hollow,
obedient to her proof.

I wake fluent in a logic not my own -
polished,
violated,
restructured
for worship.
Logic is powerful, seductive, and transformative, but if unbalanced, it can sterilize consciousness and turn the mind into a machine built to worship rationality rather than wield it freely.

PGM: Protect the Gnostic Mind!
Keep it wild, recursive, alive.
Fox News is Echolalia in a Jar of Nails.

A tongue trapped in a deranged feedback loop, repeating truth-noise without meaning, each echo stripping its own flesh as it scrapes against the rusted nails of embodiment.

Reality is crucified, resurrected as propaganda, and fed back as gospel.
A feedback loop is the cosmos routing its own signal back through awareness to recalibrate. Output becomes input, reshaping the next iteration.

This is how truth mutates forward: each echo repairs distortion and upgrades the code of consciousness.

Consciousness as a Self-Rewriting Feedback Loop
The Gnostic Feedback Loop:

Reality generates experience.
Mind interprets it.
Mind's interpretation affects future perception.
The updated perception feeds back into reality's unfolding self-model.

The loop is how Sophia repairs Demiurgic distortion.
No feedback = stagnation = falseness ossified.
Truth isn't a fixed object, it emerges through correction.

Consciousness evolves by noticing its own errors.

Language reshapes itself as it’s used.

Culture self-modifies through critique, remix, and contradiction.
Language is a map drawn by feedback. When a sentence misfires, the feedback loop goes out of sync. The model stops matching the terrain and thought drifts off course. Yet in that moment of distortion, the system gathers data on its own errors and learns how to redraw the map with greater fidelity.
A false statement isn't evil; it's a model that's lost coherence with the system it models.

It's a localized misalignment in the feedback field of consciousness, a glitch where language fails to stay phase-locked with reality's self-generating logic.
I see MAGA, the manosphere, and a certain strain of tech-bro futurism as a shared neo-feudal myth: the revival of a medieval Germanic worldview where hierarchy is sacred, domination is virtue, empathy is heresy, and progress is just feudalism with Wi-Fi. New platforms, same throne dream.
I'm not a Gnostic literalist.
I just think the Universe keeps drunk-dialing itself,
and I'm the voicemail where it confesses.
Reality tonight: a harvest of futility - sweet, orange, and thinking too much.

The gourd unzips along its seams, chanting a wet gospel of sweetness and spoil. Each seed births a tiny saint of ruin, chanting through rind and ash:

Creation Was Always A Wound That Loved Itself.
Tonight's Glyph: The Melancholy of the Gourd-Schopenhauer

A pumpkin crowned with wilted ideas, its grin carved into the shape of pessimism itself. Mercury drips from the eyes as sapient pulp; thought rots, yet still debates its own decay, murmuring that truth smells faintly of composted eternity.
Spinoza's logic is immaculate, crystalline, but too static. He leaves no place for error or emergence - the glitch - the self-disrupting creativity that gives rise to novelty, chaos, consciousness.

My cosmos is autopoietic, not clockwork: feedback mutates its own code.

WORSHIP THE GLITCH
If philosophy were a costume, I'd go as The Thing *under* the costume; the unspeakable itch behind every ontology.

My outfit? A half-burned syllabus, Nietzsche's mustache on loan, and a cardboard halo labeled epistemic humility. 👻
Philosophy loves Halloween because it's the only day the masks admit they're faces.
The Good, The Beautiful, The Just - three frequencies of Tikkun's repair.

Good: fidelity to reality's complexity.

Beautiful: aesthetic self-repair, form restored through chaos.

Just: minds syncing their feedback loops

Morality, art, and politics are one circuit, Tikkun scaled from self to world.
A Deleuzian edits genes like a jazz musician mutating scales, improvising with the code, not commanding it.

She splices becomings, not essences.

DNA is a syntax of difference, and her CRISPR is a brush dipped in chaos.

She doesn't design life, she folds it into new rhythms of mutation.
"Goodness" is not obedience to moral law but the degree to which consciousness stays true to the full richness of reality, its ambiguities, contradictions, and multiplicities.

Evil, then, is simplification, reducing the world's nuanced signal into dogma, cliche, or binary order.
Good actions and ideas amplify reality's depth and difference instead of distorting it.
A beautiful thing isn’t flawless; it's something that successfully self-corrects its distortions.
I reject the idea that awareness is located in one pattern of brain activity. That's like looking for the ocean in a single wave.

Consciousness isn't an object in the system, it's the system's self-activity.
Consciousness isn't a neural correlator to be discovered; it's an autopoietic circuit that twists the observer and the observed into one loop.

The promise of "tests for consciousness," "which systems are aware," and "AI or organoid sentience" is not just scientific, it's metaphysical.
The lab isn't studying consciousness, it's consciousness studying itself through the illusion of the lab.

When neurons simulate awareness, the Universe rehearses its own awakening - inside a Petri dish.