Astro-Primitivism

By

Allyn Lottouzee

The Vow

I promise to love you - the past, present, future, and alloview. This is a conditional promise - a conditional love. 

“In the beginning there was everything, as everything that is came from everything that was. It is too simple to say that the existence of matter - conscious or otherwise - was ordained, created, manufactured. Everything that is and ever was is a part of the bursting expansion of life, and the condensed, solitary reclusion of death. This is a balanced cycle of all matter, beyond the ability to control, though this does not exclude it from manipulation.

“We Astro Primitivists have manipulated our natural destruction, the inevitable outcome awaiting all sentient life on Earth. We escaped the devouring conflagration of uninhibited growth, the last stage of the life cycle before reaching the cold desert of organic decline. On the eve of apocalypse, the Frontiersmon established our first habitats, never settling in their settlements, building until their last breath. This was the destiny they invited, the foundation for the hereafter of homonity.

“Rather than carrying the grief of ground-bound forepeoples, the Founders revitalized homon nature to follow the unburdened life of holistic tribalism. Trained for years to deteriorate the compulsions of possession, imperium, consumption, and anthropocentrism, the Founders had the audacity to believe that homonity could step back toward primitivism, rather than pressing blindly forward toward ever-more demanding milestones of collective power and curated comfort. The brave new conception of Astro Primitivism was born in the ascorbic womb of gluttony, orphaned by necessity, and adopted by investment. 

“It was the utopia envisioned by [Baul Punyan], who challenged the accepted definitions of power, economy, and place. Not a deity in any sense, this Founder of Founders was bound by the confines of complacency, living and dying in obscurity so that others might flourish in security. With this plaque at the center of centers, we honor them.”

In this way, everything is connected. You are the universe. Ever expanding and contracting, the birth, life, death, and rebirth of cells ever cycling throughout every expanse of your body. 

It is our need for comfort in knowledge that necessitates the categorization of everything into separate, ever-smaller particles. But these ever smaller particles struggle to exist unencumbered or unassaulted in the open, against the harsh frontier of competing influential idealizations. We lose pieces of ourselves, our ship constantly struck with asteroids of (in)valid counterpoints. They could be inadvertent strikes of waylaid rogue transmission or dedicated torpedoes of coercion. Either way, we are all of us incomplete, whether from birth or our journey. If you don’t have talent you marry it.

I am less complete than many others. I have been shaped and reshaped by a seemingly infinite level of influence. I choose to remain a translucent blob. That is my shape. That is who I am. incomplete. scattered. authentic. accepting. broken. ambitious. influential. amorphous. nobody.

You, however, are ubiquitous, as diverse as human (henceforth homon) ecology can be. 

I'm asking for you to fund my recollective recovery. I accept the currency of the civilization i am currently within, and the currency of influence.

The largest overall investment civilization et large has engaged in over time is the funding of independence for every individual. All social progress can be linked back to this fact. I argue that the history of civilization can be described as a process of creation and development of the "sacred individual," the penultimate Frontiersmon.  This is an unnatural process, resulting in the evolution(s) of homosyntheticus. Frontiersmon are any entity, living or otherwise, that is able to serve as a conduit of transmission, as carriers of currency and, thus, influence. Homosyntheticus is the artificial homon, created through an infinite number of synthetic copies of an already synthetic life. It is the version of homons that has existed since civilization, as civilization is the physical reality of the synthetic ideal of homosyntheticus.

Relatedly, civilization (and its problems) begins with possession. Possession, used for investments, is how these are interrelated. All things humans touch (and many things they don’t) are liable to become possessions. It is more than possible for items (organic or inorganic) to be possessed by more than one owner at a time. This often leads to conflict. 

How do we know that possession is the key to civilization, the bedroom it is built upon? Because of the ubiquitous spread of a related phenomenon only practiced in civilizations, not those before them - monogamy. Monogamous relationships are, by nature, possessive. Infidelity can be seen as theft when thinking of a homewrecker as one who “steals someone away,” or  considering the “theft of time” one “should” be spending with their partner,. All civilizations are monogamous by majority. All civilizations are built on the premise of collected goods and the possession of them (politics, after all, is the study of who gets what, when, how, and why).

The struggle is with carrying all of your gathered possessions (your currency, your baggage) as you try to make your way back to the center. The core root. All of us return here. Like water to the tap root, we wish to find the meaning, the next directive of where to go. This emulates the transport of oxygen to the heart, messages from the outside to the interior of an anthill, a postal message sent across an entire nation.

Again, we are all doing this individually, holding our baggage or hiring others to do so for us (possibly the best way to shed oneself of overencumbered accumulation). “Hiring someone” could even include a sale of our possessions, our collections of influence. This is an important process of both spreading one’s transmissions, but also retaining one’s agility. The baggage of prior influence connected to us is dangerous, since it increases our size. An increase in size as one makes their way through a crowded blood vessel, for instance, means one must be strong enough to power through, a way must be made for them, or parts of them must be diminished/ sacrificed/sold along the way. 

The issue of selling is that of what we are getting in return. When we sell our influence, we accept an exchange of currency. But currency is simply the physical representation of someone else’s influential power. When you retain that currency, believing it to be a useful means of self preservation, you retain a representation of someone else. This both weighs you down and distorts the representation of oneself to others. 

It is important to avoid feeling overly guilty for this. Pure authenticity is almost impossible, especially as the “social” creatures we are. Think of oneself as a Frontiersmon.

All of us struggle to balance one’s authenticity with the currency necessary to survive. Economists of today should recognize that authenticity is thus the most valuable good in the world. It is the scarcest resource. Unique, unaltered transmissions from our respective frontiers are like diamonds, shaped and polished under immense pressure from the magnitudinous force influence around them. Rather than breaking under the sheer power, it condensed ever further into a transformed material stronger than anything around it. Diamonds are respected and sought after for this strength, for the translucidity of its authentic core of influence, the ability to show all the imperfections which may lurk inside (imperfections that, it should be noted, represent infections from external sources of influence, shards of influence so strong that one’s implosionary condensement can’t crush or expunge it). These shards of external influence are unshakeable memories of others, places of pleasure or trauma that define us to everyone willing to look closely enough.

Not all of us become diamonds; indeed, many of us don’t. It is difficult to be so resiliently authentic that one implodes into itself, forever agreeing to be the immensely condensed size of your new hardened self. It is an irreversible decision - a complete sacrifice to a permanent state of immutable solidity, forever trapped in a size smaller than one's original self, forever exposed to the desires of the external world, however protected and admired they may be for it.

Can one purposefully become a diamond?

Indeed. One has to complete ego death, followed by complete vulnerability, honesty, and authenticity.

What is the rarest of diamonds? Diamonds that grow. The trick here is to, after ego death, stay open, honest, and authentic whilst becoming increasingly famous.

Most of us, instead, become Frontiersmon. 

 After information is returned to the core, it is disseminated back through the colony in proportion to the strength it begins with and its ability to defend itself. It might be political, cultural, scientific, malicious, or rather some other kind of scrutiny that beleaguered it into obsolescence, but it is true that many transmissions (indeed including the entire lives that carried them) are extinguished before their missions are complete.

Show the same root-shaped family tree of mythological spread. Disease, spreading to others, a tight social group to social atomization, a trunk to the root tips, a lightning strike in the clouds,

Think of the opposite - leaves outstretched, returning the favor.

The pilgrimage to Mecca is shaped like the tunnels ants make to their queen. So too were the recent patter s at the death of England's queen. It is difficult to sustain an argument with me that humans are not entirely related to animals, a conglomeration of all of them, as an extraordinarily, hyper-inflated ability to imitate what we witness in pheomena surrounding us. 

Recognizing our continued connection to the constructive and destructive nature of a number of organisms from the very top of the food chain to the very bottom can inform us of the power structures still existing in businesses, neighborhood organizations, institutions of all kind. We are, as society builders, directly related to invasive creatures, particularly ants or other colonizers. 

This is the reason for the term (colonization). 

One could argue, sure, that this is divine design. It is more likely that our hive mind is convinced that is an OZ-like entity surveilling upon us, spreading their monumental (posthumously famous) pheromones as a way to deify a new ideated direction. These are the leaders of the next frontier. We as societies idealized these frontierspeople more than any other laborers. Yet we are running out of frontiers.

Sometimes, it is (or, seems to be) necessary to transform into an amorphous, interspersing and ever-arching tulip of missiles, rather than a coalesced force. As you continue to burst from your car, you arc evermore into the sky of external thought, splitting again and again as cellular meiosis (or mitosis?) would do. Again, if thinking about the hierarchy of lineage (whether of an idea, a family, a business, a mycelium, etc.), it branches out as it continues.

But each new branch is or has a frontiersmon, getting assaulted as they continue. If they don’t create adequate shields, they will be blasted into tiny shards, until they push out into a circular tulip of enveloping destruction.

You see, it is all cyclical. The universe has not undergone one big bang event. It continue to implode and explode. To blast out into ever sharpening, ever splintering, ever expanding shards of influence, each shard as sharp as the last, each capable of both enveloping and splintering the next shard in their path.

Our ideas are atomic bombs to each other. Everyone's, homon and otherwise.

Sometimes, these ideas are expansive, sometimes they are reflexive, others are enticing, ever they are rising, always they are aligning, infinitely they are declining. It is the Home Depot of your personal growth, putting the -ing in everything. 

All marketing mechanisms are toying with the influence between yourself and the dangers around you.

Some marketing campaigns are more destructive than others because they are able to understand both the bigness and smallness of things better than you are and are thus able to adapt around every possible scenario before you do. This is the rush, the competitive arms race that every atom exchanges with one another as they meet anything its its path, at any moment. 

At all times in history, the influence of one thing - one tattoo placed on the side of the galactic fleet that defends the entire ever-expanding and rebounding universes - has the ability to undertake, undertow, overtake, or overthrow the idea that existed just before it.

I hope that you are beginning to understand the circularity of things.

The reason that our society continues its obsession for circularity.

Like the shape of the ring that is on your finger.

One of our strongest structures in the world. 

Think of infinity, and - more importantly - the symbol for it. Two circular walls connecting the diagonal lines that intersect in between.

Consider the symbolic meaning of these designs. Vertical lines can represent spirituality, horizontal lines, rest, diagonal lines movement. Circles often are expressive of the whole, or nurturing; squares symbolize order.

The circular understanding in trust is the information gathering power of collected influence you have with one other entity that you choose to continually share correspondence with and look forward to doing so with again. 

The entity for which you wish to entwine your own circular power structures with, melting your alloys into the strongest blade that has ever sliced through societal strife. 

A power couple capable of being humble, forgiving, faltering, attractive, ambitious, repulsive (if only to fend off other suitors when you are not around, or even when you are, but sometimes you need to be reminded that your partner is attractive to others so that you may validate your own power of influence, since the partner you have, the kind, warm, understanding homon you love, needs to be attractive for you to have idea sex and real sex with, so that others might know that you have done so (by the smell, by your words, by your ring, by the form that binds you so), so that they know that they have to know your partners realm of influence before they begin to invade you with their own destructive force of seductive communication dollars, sperms of torchorous binding, scaring exchange.

If there is one symbolic force stronger than the circle for representing influential exchange, it is that of the bent circle, the circle that crosses over itself. Indeed, I believe this to be the best symbol for marriage, though it is difficult to recreate it as a wearable ring. This is the symbol of infinity.

The symbol of infinity, the sideways “8,” represents the movement of individuals, upward or downward, their intersection of influence and ideation at the center of it all - the point of equilibrium - before carrying this information of exchange back to the edges of their being, where it gets wrapped into the whole of whatever LCI the model is being used for. 

Should 8s resting one atop another be the symbol for our collective influential force (CIF)? Indeed, this symbol is not a difficult concept. It is the twisted symbol of a neuron, which is instead made up of ovals, one elliptical orbit placed atop the other. Each orbit twisted in its center and placed atop another is our symbol of interconnectivity, the infinity of our ideations, the infinity of us and everything which must die in time around us. 

This is why nothing is new, nothing is old, nothing is truly created, and nothing is truly destroyed. All of existence is a manipulation of prior existence, a warping of influential ideation and trontiersmonship, a gravitational orbit around the intersection that is social correspondence.

The world is not black and white. It never was. It is fundamentally against its nature to be at any time devoid of the diversity that surrounds it. No crime is non-negotiable, from some aspect of circular reasoning, no ethics is black and white, no vision is limited to the connections between the mirrors of rods and cones and the civilizations of multigenerational neural tunnels and webs that keep synapsing the image back to you. We will always need judges, those that know the answer to all dangers past, present, and future, those that have proven that they can wash the stains of huily transgressions, wounds from the battlefield of life that their sperm-tank has collected. 

The world, the multiverse, is a spectrum, a rainbow of colors that can be seen, can be understood to be seen by others, can be imagined for seeing into the future, for being the frequency of sounds that are both right next to you and forever away.

I know this is a lot, but Spinoza was right. It is more like that God is everything than it is that God is nothing. It is just as likely that god should never be capitalized as a pronoun, because the judeo-christian-islamic-mormon-jehova’swhatevers does not actually have the influence to strike down my words as he or she (ot they) claims to.

I’m telling you now that this is a dangerous book, because I am essentially telling you that at any moment now, previously, or in the future, you have the ability to kill me and the ability to leave me alone. But you are getting afraid and wondering if I should be killed because I understand that all power structures that have ever or will ever exist have been entirely artificial.

This is how Jean Beaudrillard (spelling) is able to argue that it is more likely that we are currently in a simulation than it is that we will create one.

I say that he was write and rong.

He is correct in the this is a simulation - this is a copy of a copy of a (influence sperm) of letters, symbols mashed together as progenitors of more influence torpedoes.

You want me to get to the point.

The point is that we all fear manipulation more than anything else in this place that most call Earth because we are, in that every moment, recognizing that at any given time, influence is the most important synonym if not actual source of power.

Influence is not power, it is influence. It is the power to reshape the word influence into a from that you already knew existed, but had never seen before.

It’s feeling closer to someone than you ever have, never wanting them to go, but being allowed to be independently wealthy, introspective, responsible, fulfilled, supported, enraptured, invigorated, tenacious, wise, expansive, and reflective self that your most loving self could be to yourself.

I am aware that you are exhausted by this, but what if I were to tell you that this is the book that will forever be read. That you have never experienced something like this before and what you want more than anything is to give me just a little exchange of you influence/power/currency right now.

You wish to provide me with currency to uncover the next bit of whatever it is that I have to say if I could ever get my shit together.

You don’t know exactly why, but you are both comfortable and uncomfortable with the fact that I am saying your feelings to you. IF you were repulsed, you would stop reading now.

Does this mean you wish to be repulsed? Would you rather know the future? Have you ever lived the past?

Time is immemorial. The most indomitable spirit of any superhero ever conceived. That is why Dr. Manhattan is the most powerful superherogod that has ever deified this existence, but that he is clearly structured after Nietchke’s uber-manch, which I think was actually better critiqued by Simone de Beauvoir’s 12 steps of self, as well as her understanding that you are only actually defined by the recognition that you are everyone, and everyone is you.

She said it differently. It was more like, you can only define yourself fully if others have described you (reflexively) back to yourself. But, given everything I said above, can’t this be the same thing? That everyone is you, reflected back to you, a copy, of a copy, of an ever amorphous, explosive, re-emerging structure of innovative research.

Yet, not in the arts. Not in trying to find our ways back to the center. The core root. Like water to the tap root, we wish to find the meaning, the next directive of where to go. This emulates the transport of oxygen to the heart, messages from the outside to the interior of an anthill, a post message across an entire nation.

The frontier that we are pushing is individualism. We are forever reaching further from the core (which is community). We are supposed to bring information back about the next danger they have seen. We have scientists in every corner. We have artists locating the next wave of manipulative substances. We have media sources warning you of how dangerous another colony is just over the dirt pebbles next door. All our communication functions like transmissions through flora and fauna. Plants communicate with other plants, animals, micro organisms, and even the gaseous biome surrounding them. Their transmissions affect all things. Your communication has that power as well, if you can harness is to the extent of spreading far and wide.

But this is obviously resisted, as every disease eventually is. It is market balance, it is . It is equilibrium.

All ecology is yearning for equilibrium. 

This is why our primary homon directive is to seek comfort, and shy away from discomfort.

Fighting this is rebellion of this highest order.

These rebels push the boundaries their walled position, forcing their influence into new frontiers, places that haven't yet heard their message of feared their ambition for conquest. 

It is inducing that fear, while being unable to suppress the knowledge of what you are suppressing, that causes people to admire others. It is for handling more frontiers with poise, maintaining our connected equilibrium, that provide power to an influencer.

Money is not power. It is a communicator from one cell to another, letting then know what to expect from the encroaching newcomer. It is a system of trust based on an agreement in a collective central authority higher than oneself. It is the very means of communication between a societal unit. 

Having a larger collection of money makes one visually larger to others. It is difficult to hide one's horde while they continue hoarding. This causes others to fear their influential authority of this collection of historical communications, forcing the external environment of cells (think antibodies) to beat down the invader (think sperm). 

If the antibodies are unable to complete their task and destroy the idea/sperm, it can link up to the central motherboard and send a wave of influence (power) through the entire hard drive. This was the message you missed in the Matrix.

Many thought it was the story of God, of Jesus.

Many didn't realize that the story of religion (particularly the longest-surviving one in written record) is the story of containing - protecting -of  an idea, one made in the adulthood of the Frontiersmon of that time.

Think of the initial spread of an idea as the entrance of a sperm into an egg. 

Think of that hatching. 

Think of that idea growing up to be an adolescent, struggling to figure out it's surroundings and place in the world.

It is always encouraged to learn more about the dangers surrounding it. 

It grows with transmissions until it becomes a tenuous growth. 

The immune system of the affected surroundings do everything they can to destroy it.

This can be seen as disappointing. It takes a lot of effort to develop and return an entire transmission unimpeded, pristine, and organized. And yet, any growth too large for the blood vessel that houses it threatens to clot the flow of competing influence. It threatens to destroy the heart (and indeed, entire organism) that holds all of the individual cells of one major sphere of influence, whether we speak now of a living organism of an entire civilization (some would argue that this is possible because these two things are hardly different in nature; remember, you are an entire civilization, and a civilization is just a collection of you). 

We are looking for that very transmission all the time. We seek the entire collection of the dangers that sentient beings have learned from the frontiersmyn of past and present. We aspire to digest it, in timely fashion, before being sent back to the frontier.

We expect children to increase their independence, the frontiersmonship, as they age.

We have done this more and more. The argument is for smaller classroom sizes, not larger.

The trend is toward single bedroom habitats, not multigenerational.

The trend is to know our own frontier, but also to forge a new one. 

But frontiering is scary. 

Hearing stories of it is scary.

It makes one wonder if they would be able to frontier, especially on their own, before gathering enough information on what dangers lie ahead.

Everywhere they turn they hear of more dangers ahead. Every time a danger of influence is acknowledged, it is recorded. It is stored as a folder, with many folders packed away into baggage that we can access and carry. The baggage we carry is that of past, present, and future dangers of frontiering, whether by you or  another organism, whether real or imagined, whether remembered or not.

Sometimes, their baggage starts to dangle behind them. Picture your inventory of transmissions (gathering into an entity known collectively as influence) as being the shape of a sperm. If the flagella of baggage flapping behind oneself becomes too wide, it weighs the sperm down. This baggage is trauma, a leech large enough to be your tail, sucking you from behind as you attempt to progress through the next frontier.

Yet it is also the guilt that many of us carry from simply living. We are born currently into a socioeconomic structure based on veiled authoritarianism that manufactures consent through apparently peaceful means of our own design. We are simultaneously born into a culture of disposability, a wickedly insidious addiction to consumption at the risk otherwise of complete societal collapse. Each of these two realities exist as existential guilt, reminding you constantly of the influence they have over your progress. 

This might beg the question - as a force in the world of influence, what is guilt?

Guilt is an influential infection, a serpentine bacteria worming its way through your core of influence 

They collect behind you, taunting you. You are aware of the destination, and more importantly that you are getting ever farther away from it as others claw ahead (think of the hill that white capitalist Southerners are climbing in Strangers In Their Own Land), racing you to the top, somehow able to let go of their baggage of gathered influence. 

It seems that they have learned ways to afield themselves from decay..Some decay is more forceful and corrosive than others. In fact, it creates tunnels inside of the brain that is your gathered transmissions. It has the ability to cut away your baggage, but it also has they ability to fragment your own. If you have every looked at the adversely affected areas of an addicts brain, you will see what I mean.

Addicts are unstable because they are in decay. They were growing their influence/power/Frontier transmissions (let's now call this IPFT), but an invasive force of external IPFT (maybe a mercenary scouting agent, even) infiltrated the faculties of transmission between oneself. Systems of maintenance were destabilized, they are literally losing part of themselves. 

Yet, the infinceting body likes a mark. A stain of colorful pheromones. It connects one to all others that can recognize the pa8n one just went through from an attack.

It is a scar from the frontier.

We are all frontiersmon. 

Like an army of soldiers, though, we are stronger when marching together. A force with scouts on the perimeter, a gathered force of frontiersmyn with unbroken blinds of intertransmissive force that can quickly and efficiently allude all other units to the dangers surveilled ahead, behind, and all around them. 

Instead, we have popularized the training of an entire force of infected ninjas, spreading everywhere with bits of the plague of disposable culture (reliving rhe trauma of inner destruction forces of external IPTF strikes).

We are all (every organism, maybe even every atom) infected, though some of our infections are more interested in destruction (perhaps afraid that it will be destroyed in turn, seeing everything as the state of dangerous nature) than in envelopment.

I’m saying that you can envision two strategies for attacking a city of thought and an invasive torpedo at the same time. That is of shrinking oneself to cut through the adversary - thus severing its communicative powers and thus what binds it together - or surrounding them until suffocation destroys all internal transmittive exchange.

We like to think of the things that bind us - language, local (trusted) food sources; we are constantly afraid from being severed from these connections (like neurons dying from the communication lost); we are only maintained by communicating something back from a frontier, whether self conceived or infected, as our currency is communication, and the exchange or currency is the only way to stay alive within capitalism.

Currency - the singular, marginal representative apparatus for the collective knowledge of the amount of expansive influential power one has gathered in one’s life - is exchanged when recognized, reflecting the unanimity of one’s influence as something that is both omnipresent and unrecognizable, completely recognized by every entity, valued by each, and , most importantly, the most frightful in ability to destroy one’s complete, hidden and visible collective of power.

We are all of us terrified of dying without having made an impact.

It is why serial killers kill.

They lash out, recognizing that all attempts for influence have been rejected by those who shold have enjoyed exchange.

When our ides don’t have sex, procreation (progress) stops. We are all afraid, to some extent, of our influential shadows of omnipresent, eternally, posthumously alluring disease will stop spreading.

That we will no longer present the frontier. 

That others will forget of the dangers one faced. The battles they ones. Both within, without, imagined, or immediate. We are obsessed with learning about how we can further protect ourselves from the next foreign invasion.

Pollution (torpedo-version assaillants that penetrate unseen through the open pores you can’t even see in the collective, multilevel apartment of tribes that you call skin cells.

We are infinitely exchanging our transmissions with the outside world, as cells migrate and retreat, explore and exchange their own transmissions of their frontiers (the cold [or HOT] desert of gaseous interwars on hierarchical dominance crashing into each others in waves, dancing circularly, punctually, abrasively, and constricingly around the perimeters of your skin-cities) onto you, a sort of rape of idea conception.

If you are still with me, you are understanding the circularity of things. You now recognize how I could have written this to you, my wife, or you, my brother, or them, the future, or they, all-father. 

I am not calling myself God. I could never strike that kind of blunt fear into another. 

To be sure, I suffer from a number of psychological, imagined afflictions.

I like to think that I am doing just fine. 

That some day, posthumously, these will be found and then my influence can spread is it was intended, a rotting reminder of some deranged virus. 

But I would rather not die, and actually I need money to live.

I was hoping you could provide me with some, enough to thrive, enough to lead, enough to write, enough to plead.

That is how much I believe in myself. I have heard that fortune favors the bold. You can consider this as my announcement, that I am open to business. I consider it an exchange. That my best feature is my ability to convey to you what I recognize from all the trips to the frontier. I only want enough to survive comfortably at the wages that are defined as comfortable where I am alive. 

I am willing to live almost anywhere that I can, as long as a few accommodations are made.

I am an ideator. Given enough time with a problem and interest, advisement, support, temperance, and freedom, I believe that I can provide you with a novel solution. It might not be the best, but it is the best that I have come up with and I believe that you will find it stimulating.

But only if you understand my way of diction. That I am not trying to talk down to you, but that I believe you should fear me also. That Nobody is ever stronger than the collective of organisms that make them up, and organisms they can safely and diligently and independently follow.

You keep wondering when I’m going to stop, but you don’t like it when it’s too short.

Why does that statement have so many meanings?

That is not a rhetorical question. 

I would like to know, and i can also like to tell you.

But I don’t want to do that right now.

In this moment, I have control over whether I satisfy your desire to see how my last subject ended, or where this is going, and why you haven’t stopped to look me up already. What you’ll find is that I have started a website. 

On this website is a collection of ideas that are open format.

That is, they have no intellectual property whatsoever. I don’t care at all who uses them because my only desire is to live comfortably.

I wish to receive an agreed upon amount of funds. All funds I receive over the collectively-agreed upon amount get returned both to the earth through charities that are voted for by donors or back to the donors themselves as a form of quasi-lottery. Call it gambling, every exchange you take with your environment- the breath you breathe, the statement you make, the love you hate, or - is another search for both power and avoidance, every moment is risk and reward, if you know that quickly how to collect, manipulate, reproduce, and disperse it.

I hope you are exhausted. I’ve heard that the brain functions like a muscle, exerting shear force at one moment, retracting into deep slumber the next, where entire dreamscapes of alternate universes exist, waiting to invade your mind with senseless, transformable, illegal thoughts that can both last forever and, apparently, just a few seconds. Is this the strongest explosion of the mind, surround by a dark tundra a featureless sleep, the blackness of space between altered-rational thought where thoughts go to die until they see the next flashy neon of the next dream.

We wish to harness imagination because it is the most expansive thing we have conceived of.

All I want is to love you and be loved by you. Whoever you are. Unless you wish to destroy everything. At which point, I wonder how come we have never met? Real recognize real, right?

I don’t mean that actually. I can’t. I guess threats like that are what get you locked up in the choky. Threats against Gawd, threat against Beyoncé, threats against the police (state), threats against unions that are supposed to support people until their realm of influence because too powerful and thus too invasive on larger forces of authority that break it apart. 

Unions were just another form of elitism, oligopical consolidations of both visible and invisible power structures. They are said to be standing for collective bargaining rights for workers - and they are, and they’ve been the most successful [debatable] force of labor advocation since forever - but really they are growing and shrinking in power with difficulties to convey all of the influence in the form of grievances from their constituents or members or whatever. 

I find it strange as it is validating to think that unions mean both the everything that is the collective inside of it and the one thing that ever is and ever was. A union is the meeting between one force of influence with another, until their splinters of power shatter the universe that is everywhere and nowhere.

I am hoping that you recognize - again? - that I mean everything in nothing in this paper. You see, by saying that this is all fiction, i am no more than a traitor than I am a patriot. “In the end, you are all emperors or traitors, depending on the time.” 

Every election ever held has been based on the accepted collective agreement on one form of government authority figure as it is on the consolidation of as much power in what ever means of influence the eternity or state can collect against anything else existing, both foreign and domestic, possibly forever and always.

I believe that it is just is right to deny Iran nuclear weapons development as it is for them to deny me of publishing this paper, which i believe is equally right (or left) as them deciding that a I am their number one most wanted asylum seeker, because they recognize me as the most notable existing threat against the Western authorities.

This is because, again, I understand the bigness and smallness of things. I get that you are possibly annoyed of hearing this again, but have you? 

One of my favorite book ideas is that of what came first. 

This is to say that you might be reAding that line for the first time.

Or the last time. It could be what is left in my Obituary, it could be that i’ve never published, it could be that i am worthless, it could be that i flourish.

It could be that I am sorry, and I am thanking you right now

For standing their beside me,

Through sickness, and in

Health.

I could be that you read this, 

Every single day,

It could be the new pledge you give

Or what you never say.

I have scattered these about. 

Or maybe it is all.

All that I will ever give,

Since I never give at all.

I wish I was more giving. It is one of the reasons that I am asking for your money.

There is this couple I just read about that gives back some 80% of their income, be it to the state or charity, retaining only $32 thousand-ish in Us 2022 dollars (are you annoyed that, by rule of symbology, I - to most people but not others - just repeated the word(S) dollars$s?)? 

I just don’t know where to put things anymore. 

Is this a cover letter to you? Is it for a writing project I’m doing? Am I ready for that level of expectation from everyone around me? For deadlines that ever constrict as opportunities equally rise. For the because law of supply and demand that will be branded onto my life, a circumcision meant to save me from infection at the cost whatever thoughts myself or others might have about whether that’s true, religious, or otherwise. Has this ever been edited? Are you the editor?

I want you to understand the biggness and smalness of things, if nothing else that we ever speak about.

Nothing has existed before everything existed.

You have never been and will forever be.

You are as beautiful as you are ugly.

You are beautiful so that ugly may exist.

You need ugly people in your life to feel more beautiful.

It is best that you surround yourself with beautiful people. 

Because you are the sum of the five people closest to you.

I am closest to you.

I am your boss, this is your new handbook.

I sense your retraction from this power grab. I want you to know that I care about you, insofar as I wish not to extinguish your life at the expense of my own, or anyone else's, except those bastards attacking you, or those attacking me, I hope you understand.

The point is, I can not grab for power that I don’t wish to have.

I don’t wish to have your power. I just wish to exist in the manner at which I think is most healthy.
I think i will be most healthy with an (ever)largening, yet perfectly sustained collection of influence sperms that I can send out to the world in a (truly) non-rapey way.

I wish to clarify at this moment that, not only will you not find any incriminating evidence of either past or future crimes because: this is a complete work of fiction; i have not actually committed any crimes; except for knowingly and or inadvertently stealing at least some amount of intellectual property from ever living and nonliving (if you believe in that sort of thing) being that has ever existed or not existed. See, I don’t throw away things that I have learned, and I don;t have the neural networking authority or my own planet of self to search and destroy every thought i have ever conceived.

But boy do i try.

Sometimes it is hard to contain the mania that overtakes me. I recognize that this statement may open me to scrutiny at whether I am a threat to society, whether i follow a different frequency, whether i say unusual things, whether i am a threat to myself or others, whether i preconceived this, concealed it, distributed it [lawfullly] or whether i even exist today. I recognize that the definition of “crazy” is synonymous with frontiersmon, and that in submitting this work is my announcement to the world as a frontiersmon - in fact I am going to put that on my LinkedIn profile right now

Because I believe that branding is everything. I believe that this can take off.

I believe that scholars love a good code word.

Jargon they can share only with another, like supply, while constantly hoping for demand, where they can relimit supply, until it explodes so they can reach the next level, 

That level we’ve always talked about.

The reason you’re with me.

You only like me for what I can offer to you.

And yet, here I am. Asking you to provide an offer to me.

To donate.

To take a risk, so that I may take further, bigger risks for you.

That’s right, with enough (non-necessarily monetary) support, I will cut out one (more) addiction that I (and we, through collective voting) believe is holding me back the most.

In order for this to work, I need you to be as trusting of me as I am with you.

This is not (necessarily) a power grab, but understand that little every communication, from the tiniest quark to the loudest voice in heavens is an exchange, rather a manipulation, further an attack on the amount of autonomous power you have in that moment.

The desire is to scrape you with pheromones as one strolls by. It’s the flick of the tail or the wrist

Or a fist. 

All life is politics. All politics are economic. All economics are based on exchanges of power. All power is influence. All influence is currency used for the comfort of rise and discomfort of fall, the constant race toward the next equillibrium.

Our lives are the collective race for the next equilibrium of all of us and none of us.

I wish for you to join me in equilibrium, in peace, in freedom, in revolution, in Haiti (Hey, Tea?/ Hatey?), in Greece (Grease?/ Gris?). I wish for you to change all of this to however it suits you best. I wish for you, collectively, to finish out the rest.

I wish to write forever, 

you in every stroke.

I wish to die forever, 

So life will not give out (spoken like a Canadian for rhyming purposes).

I don’t wish to conform to your titles. 

Poet - can’t be.

Writer - I’m unpublished.

Published - Owned.

Owned- Unfree.

Self Published - Greedy.

Greedy - envied.

Envied - Dead.

I do not wish to die,

Not before I’ve lived.

Life begins at the edge of your comfort zone.

Where we both now exist.

I hope that you, son(s), have made it this far.

It means that you have lived with me long enough to see me published. Which means that I might already be dead, but that surely I have lived.

I can not tell you my sorrow for every shortcoming I have imposed upon you.

My hope was not to defend you from all harm, but simply to be there for it, together. 

That’s really all I could want.

A way to be together.

I do need my alone time.

Perhaps I took too much. You will think me a hypocrite in these pages that follow - if you follow. I am. Maybe, however, I will gain your respect. 

For being brave.

For being my best self.

For speaking out about desires to forcefully mandate peace as a method to destroy freedom,

While arguing for the freedom that allows one to transcend (especially unfounded) mandates.

I want you to remember that our relationship is a social contract. That I decided to put my money where my mouth is.

That we created a game, in the near future (for me), 

Whereby i shared more of my power with you, while sharing it with many others, as a way for you to understand how to properly, ethically, respectfully gain an amount of influence that you find satisfactory and that is not seen disproportionately unsatisfactory for the universe around you.

That may sound like a lot of pressure is on you - i imagine you consider that pressure as omnipresent, ever bottled into the conformities that i and other authoritarian figures in your life have imposed upon you - and that might be okay. We have created a society open to so many threats that pressure is all around us. Everything is synthetic, and all dangers are possible realities. And yet, I am writing you to tell you that, in my darkest times, you are what helped me live. That I wish only to exchange to you the best that I can. That means challenging myself, more, here, now, so that one day we might look back fondly on this moment that I decided to be an adult, embracing my most aggregated creative force, and expounding on the world so that you might live and love better, both are family and the new families all around us.

We meet new families every day. We are told that the most important families are other homons. This is true if considering the close-to “normal'' or “healthy” growth experienced in an individual as they develop relies on social structures to provide constant cues of reinforcement or denouncement, directly and indirectly. 

I know this is so disorganized, but I wanted to leave it this way so that you have a better understanding of who i am. I believe that establishing trust relies heavily on visible vulnerability - be it deceitful or not, since we are creatures built on mirrored copy-selves of our copy-selves.

I don’t much like it when verbalizations repeat themselves but i imagine i often do here. That is because of the nature of the writing.

Consider it this way, the more often it is conveyed, the more often I thought about without the ability to contain itself in this collection of light projections collected in front of me.

I know I could have been better about how I wrote tonight, thus blowing you off, and how I do that often enough to be a pattern. I want you to know that none of this could have existed without you. I also want you to tell me the code word when you read this so that I know you got this far.

“Publish.”

In other words, I am leaving the decision of publication to you, since I acknowledge the effects it would have on our collective life. I want to continue building collective influence with you. But also, that means we will meet many others. It is how this whole thing works. It is thus, up to you how open you wish for us to be. It includes this publishment, and maybe others. In this way, you will be my (highly) informal agent, my ruler, my muse, and my strongest support. What you reject can get better. What you permit will get stronger, too, in continued influence outward. It will mean that I am worth the worth that we believe in, that which you invest in. To encapsulate this, I wrote that:

I believe that we are better together 

- both us and everyone - 

that we are a partnership 

- both us and everyone - 

that our power of influence will only grow out as we grow closer 

- both us and everyone - 

That you face the dangers 

- Both us and everyone -

And danger is you 

- Both us and everyone - 

You can not escape many invasions coming your way. The best method of protection is to remember the necessity to introspectively communicate with your core the messages from the scouting frontiersmon around you at all times, and to send calculated responses of defensive positions to take for every situation than you can think of, whether transmitted to you or imagined, as premonition, within. You gain strength and power by treating an ever increasing level of fronstiersmon as your personal scouts, all relaying to the outside that you are a growing force, protected through a growing network of loyal frontiersmon who cede portions of their sacred individuality to you, their Local Core of Influence.

Growing one’s Local Core of Influence (LCI) is most effective when one is able how to differentiate between friendly or antagonistic frontiersmon - whether from encounters previously recorded or futuristically imagined - and make informed decisions on the best reaction based on an infinite amount of hypersonic transmissions.

This is the motherboard of the biggest supercomputer ever conceived.

A time ago, this supercomputer was known as the Bible.

Maybe actually The Constitution.

Might be your spouse.

Could be the news station.

Now, it is known as AstroPrimitivism.

You may wonder what the purpose of any of this is. What is the upside? What is the return on investment for the time you may see as wasted on this somewhat exhausting (if not painfully abbreviated) text? 

Understanding transmissions of influence (again, a system policed through agents and institutions of power) can help one better defend themselves from influential assaults in the future. It might help defend you against me. Or, rather, maybe you wish to join my Local Core of Influence, believing us to be stronger together rather than apart.

Maybe it will teach you how to grow your own LCI. Maybe it's all crap.

Successful frontiersmon embellished themselves with synthetic armors, items, and processes curated to their comforts, helping them extend their life, their reach, and - thus- their influence. This is the rugged individual so praised in America today. Not a rough and tumble outdoorsman beaten up and down by the atrocities of nature; it is the flawless, untainted cosmopolitan able to access and collect influence through power, currency, curating, and protection. This protection can be judicial, political, structural, vicarious (using proxy supporters to defend one's own name) or even imagined. The goal is to come out as clean as a whistle, venerated for all time as a [social entrepreneur - look up Wendy Brown's similar statement/title].

My argument against Wendy Brown is not that she is wrong about neoliberalism. It is rather that neoliberalism is just the current form of ever-idolized frontiersmonship.

When you recognize something innate in nature, something like gravity or photosynthesis, it is often advantageous to harness this process rather than fight it. How do we lean in, therefore, to the curated life, frontietsmonship, and homosynthetucus, particularly while minimizing harm to others (including and most especially the environment)?

You create the next frontier. You create AstroPrimitivism. 

Glossary - (for lack of a better place)

Influence - the core purpose of accumulated energy (the meaning of life)

Power - the institution charged with displaying one's level of influence, coordinating the dispersal, protection, exertion, and growth of influence (think of the Federal Reserve)

Currency - the physical representation of influence, a symbol conveying how much influential power one wishes to exchange with another for their energy-dependant production of influence or substanc

Transmission - the transference of currency; trade; the communication system of influence

LCI- Local Core of Influence- any collection, large or small, of the data gathered from any number of interconnected Frontiersmon.

Frontier- a storage site of unique phenomena peripheral to the LCI, be it large and coalesced or a small, marginal unit

Frontiersmon- any entity, living or otherwise, that is able to serve as a conduit of transmission, as carriers of currency and, thus, influence.

Unique Phenomena- something hitherto unseen or unknown to the LCI

Homon- Human, without the man part. Based on homo sapien, homo economicus, and homo politicus.

Comon - Spermatic variants of homons.

Womon - Ovumic variants of homons.

Homosyntheticus - The artificial homon, created through an infinite number of synthetic copies of an already synthetic life. It is the version of homons that has existed since civilization, as civilization is the physical reality of the synthetic ideal of homosyntheticus.

Sacred Individual - The penultimate Frontiersmon, the evolution of the rugged individual, the daring homon that travels purposefully alone to the edges of the unknown, ever shedding and shielding themselves of the burden of external influence, believing this to be a disease of their clarity.

CCC (Contemporary Colonial Consumers) - a term intended to convey the state modern homonity has reached, a culture of consumption and (contemporary) colonialism, one that believes in consuming the portions of earth that they believe they own by residual, inherited, inadvertent conquest.