Loris Z.com

Tapeworms!, originally uploaded by abneypark.

Heru. You need this!!

I need the link at hand.

(found it on Warren Ellis‘ Bad Signal)

DSC_0192asm, originally uploaded by Robotangel.

And Magdalene Veen.

Long, but worth every minute. Need to sit down and watch it carefully.

Bowl hats, originally uploaded by lorisz.

Bowl Hats.

Best human invention after the wheel.

I’ll have one. One day, one day…

(Working a lot. Connection is still pending)

J. G. BALLARD’S Crash tests the limits of the reader’s taste and sympathies in the most profound ways and it has always provoked strong reactions – positive and negative. British novelist Will Self has said, ‘I only have to look at a few paragraphs of Crash to feel I am in the presence of an extreme mind, a mind at the limits of dark imagination.’ He meant this as a commendation. Even Ballard sometimes seemed ambivalent. ‘How many people are there who’d want to read a book like Crash?’ he once asked. ‘Not many.’

Great artwork.

(In spanish)

Premisa 1:Niemandes Kollektiv.

NK se manifiesta en contra de toda convención. La realidad -el pensamiento colectivo, el sentido común- es un sistema, una convención. El arma de NK para combatir al sistema es el arte. NK no es un grupo. NK no existe.

Premisa 2: No Karma

NK se manifiesta de caracter pagano, ya que Dios es el el sistema y viceversa. La sociedad es la base en la escala jerárquica en la que se basa el sistema. NK se manifiesta en compromiso con la libertad, no con la sociedad.

Premisa 3: Neurokunst.

NK se manifiesta como creador de realidades multiples. Realidad = Ficcion.
NK es el arte de la neurosis.

Premisa 4: Nihilist Krieger

NK se manifiesta no como espectador de la realidad sino como su creador. La realidad en sí no existe. La unica realidad es la Nada.

Premisa 5: Night Knights

NK se manifiesta en favor de la vida. NK se manifiesta como materializadores de lo oscuro. NK es nocturno. NK es joven.

You can read the spanish version HERE. The manifesto was compiled by Bang-Utot. English version coming soon.

Mosquitoes are about to nest on me.

The cibercafe where I’m writing this smells like cat shit.

I need sleep.

(But, everything’s ok. I’m working a lot these days. More stuff soon)

See you soon.

–L–