The most important part of accelerationism is coming around to the consequences. Bearing the consequences that fling ever closer with more and more velocity, transmuting into background noise as the fabric of modern circumstances frays. Pulling the plane of our collective baseline over the tip of a missile like a rubber glove, and setting it off to incinerate all with speed and heat. I can’t fault anyone for not wanting on this ride, or being in its wake. There’s some destruction to be had, as is the case with transgression. Transgression and pushing every facet and sound here to the limit, maximimalist trance hellfire that scorches your scalp and a piece of your mind.
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