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Hi, I am Key.
 

I am driven by the pursuit of perfection, knowing full well that any loophole or oversight could compromise the entire system.

Damnation Headquarters: manifesto unio

welcome to my room, damnation HQ. here you are an index, an icon, a symbol--an object; a contemporary commodity with no utility value. you are useless and spiritless, welcome to damnation HQ, would you like to have a seat?

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would you like something to drink? why are you sitting so far away from me? the distance between two isolated parts doesn’t belong to either spatial segment and in dividing the two, defines them. damnation HQ is so beautiful for that. don't be nervous. at its core, damnation signifies being consigned to a specific fate, a destiny that might diverge from the conventional or the expected. lets not think about condemnation to eternal punishment, or suffering in hell right now, ok?

 

​we can not and will not be able to hear the difference between two opposing phenomenas, and that alone enables their being and effect as such.

 

for fun, lets say the opposition is an intuitive logical operation that produces the simultaneous existence of the one element and, necessarily, its opposing element. theoretically I should remain unimpressed by the dance of improbability on a tightrope strung across an abyss of the probable. 

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all i ask is that you make your judgements without sparing my feelings. it’s the least you could do. 

at damnation HQ, chance is God’s pun.

 

at damnation HQ we Change we Destroy we Play.

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we rebuke the electronic age and we rebuke the “interface” between observer and object. all perspective is artificial manipulation; he who sees it many times wears it as if it were his own product.

isolated systems far from a state of thermal equilibrium undergo unidirectional, and irreversible decay toward mechanical and thermal equilibrium.

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entropy never asks, or answers, "what am i doing here?"

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your world is grey.
your environment is grey.
you are grey.

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"chance is God 's pun."

when my beautiful hair flows in the wind i am subjected to the most finite of external fields. that is damnation HQ. 

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at damnation HQ there is no pleasure, there is no wrong, there is only acceptance. the naiveté of our fellow citizens who still believe themselves to be free must still be destroyed. 

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Change, Destroy, Play.

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accept disorder or randomness, accept new forms of chaos.

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a fuel for the eternal must consume itself. all possibilities of something become nothing and you have the free will to accept it, and that is damnation HQ.

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content means utility. content is good. useful art has content. anything useless has art. grotesque little muse. paunchy little muse. work harder. hard facts push away a muse. maybe there has only ever been facts that push away ourselves. art can be nothing and good. it can be inherently political, it can be inherently aesthetic. the artist can replace the saint as exemplary sufferer. the deepest level of suffering involves getting paid to sublimate. the writer is the useless utilitarian who’s salvation is damnation HQ.

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touch and feel the inevitable decay of ideas, forms, and structures.

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how beautiful the silence of growing things.

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-xoxo, Key.

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