The romance in destruction

this is not a peace, this is a hostage situation this peace is hostile, discreet; and it’s armed to the teeth.

there is no distinguishing between citizens and cops. A cop is an idea, a parasite. its existence presents itself as a reminder of the violent formation of the state. At any time a cop might reveal themselves. 

nothing matters less to empire than the question “who controls what?” - provided control has been established.

empire does not confront us like a subject, facing us, but rather like an environment that is hostile to us. 

its jurisdiction is infinite. It has never had any, because it needs none. Unlike the modern state, empire is the guarantor of reticular proliferation of norms and apparatuses. Under normal circumstances, empire is these apparatuses.

empire is not the enemy; it is the hostis. It is not a matter of defeating empire; it is a matter of annihilation.

everything allowed by empire is for us similarly limited: spaces, words, loves, heads, hearts. So many nooses around the neck.

death is not something that only happens at the end of life. Death is everyday. It is the continuous degradation of the presence that occurs when we can no longer abandon ourselves to our inclinations.

NO LONGER FEAR OUR TIME. WE ARE STARTING OVER.