K0-92. Kurt Cobain's becoming-woman fucks up big style. Kurt feels neutered and spayed, deracinated, a mulatto, an albino, got no backbone, bad posture, coldspine junkie insect fever - a mosquito [Cronenberg: ‘it's a Kafka hi – it makes you feel like a bug'], my libido – Kurt wants Mur Mur real bad but he can't ---- quite ---- reach ---- You go back and it was fucked from the start - Dollar Bills dangling in the amnion. [Tungsten Carbide] stomach pains blunted by every drug going, Kurt sings hoarse and bitter, sounds like he's possessed by poor old Johnny Lennon surrendering to the void. All this ‘suicide in sex' (Siouxsie) sea-drive shit is just a boy story = they can't hack Mur Mur so they call it death - nirvana state of zer0 differentiation – . Doesn't matter if we all die.

The cybergoths know that sex is a boy thing. "There's only one sex and it is male .." They've already absorbed everything Foucault has to teach about the inoperability of sex as a submersive vector – anything sexual already belongs to the Fuzz

– The Fuzz have installed LLAD units to hunt down and neutralize K-Goth contagion ("started that program sometime in the 80s when things started getting weird" ). The LLADs – Localised Libido AnDro-ids – only operate in gangs. They love their job, and they come cheap: beer and a little pornostim and they're anybody's . Gill just looks tired. "Jeez, those guys rock."

The cat riddled with worms – chases its tail ---

Cybergoths don't fall for the Stephens sexmagic, and that makes them dangerous. It's a simple technique – Fuzz learned it from Prof Freud and pricktease kinoporn: cover it up and they'll want it, whatever it is. So they initiate a [Burroughs] sex-blockade, set up pseudosocial taboos whilst all the time sucking you into the Grind. You get paid off in the orgasm drug - jack yrself into a four-eye despotic machine, say goodbye to Neverland .

---- round and around ---- OK, you Numbskull boys – you fuckers, you screwheads – the Fuzz have you by the balls – you go back - nude photos of you in every imaginable position prepared in the lab in advance and you go thru the motions – cut and paste it all together – do it again - localise libido on arbitrary fetish zones – what makes you want her to swallow your cum? Or fuck her in the ass? (Lab boyz really enjoyed putting those sequences together) – you think this is any more natural than all that nasty queer shit you hate? Jack do it - Get real, it's all artificial – porno photos cut into your CNS – Dumb fucks. - idiot repetition loops - Go back jack and do it again .

Wheel turning round and round

Why did they snuff infant sexuality? Because if there's infant sexuality there's no sexuality – only diffuse fields of poly tentacled tantric tactility - oozing – can't localise It - The Fuzz lock erotics into reproducible units of punctual metricity – how many times you do it last night? There's no issue with cyberotics because it's pointless – where does it start? With a kiss tics touch caress look word ..It all affects. All Its affects . Endless unraveling towards the body of Uttunul Which never comes .

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Feeding

K-O82. Siouxsie's dark rimmed swimming pool eyes are black mirror-mosaics held up to Now's future-past mesh. A Kiss in the Dreamhouse catazones out thru the [w]hole Goth continuum: Germanism, Galvanic reanimation, Poe morgue morbidity, Caligari-carny, cut and bolted botched Karloff-flesh, Isherwood Weimar Cabaret, Artaud BwO, Phibes organ-grinding, Hitchcock carrion, helter-skelter Beatles-Charlie pysch-out, Ballard crashed autoeroticism, O. Butler Entity erotofissix , K-tech body melting .

Confound the dowdy flock -----S/zy channels all the sturm und drangst crossing the twisted nerves of the fetal-Web [the tuned out nocturned on non-scene of the global necrovillage]. What could be less laddish than Goths – S/Z cut out snake kastratocult into autowounding as decoration ---- Becoming Ernst animal heads ---- Because we're painted birds ----- By our own design ---- Waiting- waiting - to lose the bandages – It's Ballard/Butler scarring as erotocontact --- waiting - for new appendages ---- I opened up the wound ----- Neo-shamanic hallucid dreams: My chest was full of eels -----Pushing through my usual skin -----

Hugging my knees ---- The Banshees scream out for all the masochistic I'm losing me obsession that'll be stifled by 80s body-snatched contractarian relationship culture - "Respect my space" – fuck that: if I wanted a partner I'd go into business --- spines merging in Naked Lunch insectoid erotohorror -----faces blurring and loving It --- you wanna eat me----- melt ---- my lover ----- melt ---- mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmore eerotic

Jean slides over. "You wanna eat me?" Licking her lips. Reveling in the dips as we

dive ----- slow ----backbone slipping --- spine juices flowing -----

getting wetter