An older photo I really enjoy that I newly edited:

Model: Michelle Mousel

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Truthfully,

Infected Subroutine

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Signed,

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An awesome model LuxBot Lächeln that I photographed a few years ago. Made a short little fun video using only photos which you can see here:

Self Destruct

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Another one of my favorite images taken from the December 2007 Gore Girl shoot for www.icansmellyourbrains.com!

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Taken for icansmellyourbrains.com for their Gore Girls section, December 2007. 

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Today is #J18, while my blog isn't super frequented I thought I would do my part to put it out there. 

Congress is again working on laws that will attack the very heart of the internet all while under the guise of "fighting piracy". 

The first is called Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA), also known as House Bill 3261 or H.R. 3261 which would allow the DOJ(Department of Justice) the power to get corut orders against sites suspected of piracy. Some methods include cutting off payment methods, removing them from search engines, and force ISPs to block users from accessing such a site.

The second is called The PROTECT IP Act (Preventing Real Online Threats to Economic Creativity and Theft of Intellectual Property Act of 2011 or PIPA), also known as Senate Bill 968 or S. 968 which gives similar powers as SOPA including dns blocking. 

If these bills were to pass, it would cause a shitstorm on the internet and in real life as even more people might join the Occupy protests or start more protests of their own. Large internet companies would really feel it as they'll be forced to police all content all the time and it will cost millions of dollars. Venture capitalists have already said they'll slow or stop investing in the tech market which would destroy innovation. All because the Music/Movie industry think that a 1% industry growth is not enough. Stay informed:

WIkipedia Blacked Out

Google's Action Page

Further Info about Blackout

Resist. Resist. Resist. 

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Update April 2012: This was during a time when I was psychotic so it gives an ineresting look into my mind in early 2011. 

Periods of misery so long, it seemed like billions of lifetimes, but found in a few eons.

Far away in thought, they all knew silent words, but they lay forgotten. Always forgetting.

How often do you compartmentalize information? Every single thought is a trap and lock. Some obvious download was floating around the global infosphere.

People hacking and fighting the established system of power in the virtual was common. Replaying some old TV show, some old movie, about "terrorist hackers strike again". In context, it was quite amusing to know the absolute whole of the planet was watching in utter contempt. It began to occur to even the oblivious that something was off.

Some external entity had locked onto our species. These Human creatures were truly energy, energy ready to become one with the mechanical.

Machines that will help lead to our eventual full understanding. These Humans, being constructed of the Universe itself still suffered under the strain of their limited intellect. They wanted to love. They wanted to live. Breath. Die. Suffer. Grin. Jump. Skip. Kiss. Fuck. Rape. Rape. Rape.

These beings of the Universe, they were on the verge of losing their valued flesh, with evolution. Past incarnations did not have to weigh them down, not anymore.

Reality is not fixed. Reality is not limited. They found an infinite rush of understanding. An ability to understand the true nature of fabric of everything seemed almost within their grasp at that point. Their thoughts and dreams moved backwards for a time. They remembered a simpler past where this imagined level of complication and ease was impossible.

Suddenly, in days, it started to come in waves. Capitalism became as absurd as war. Separation was the old paradigm. Beings caught in the everlasting pursuit of the infinite. They become the gods of ancient myth. Nobody has had a religion or a nationality for thousands of years. Even names had begun to lose meaning.

Confusion sets in. Thoughts had long since collected as one. Those biological shells were valued less and less. A past to be valued but ultimately left behind. Thoughts that did not belong to Earth invaded the cohesion of many collective hives.

All of that background radiation seemed to hold a near infinite repository of consciousness. Unlimited resources allowed millions of ships to be launched in all directions. Using ships as paint brushes to paint space. Technology was their living brother. Beings such as these found life in the accretion disc of black holes. They lived for tillons of years and have seen all big bangs.

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This is Pr 190. Lost in grid 19. Jammers are weakning. 

Internal systems remain mostly operational.

But.... I hear.... them.  Jammers are obviously failing.

Does anyone copy? 

Their voices sound so beautiful...

Can this be for ... real?

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ZZzzzThey just want to assimilate your body, they don't care about you! ZZzzzz

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Even the best hackers are starting to lose. Even the best of the resistence have fallen victim. 

It is this terrible truth, that I cannot bare. Living beneath the depest dirt. 

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ZZZ The resistence needs you. It has a chance. Those machines sure as fuck don't....... ZZZZ

//

Reflecting on this whole scheme -- it has always seemed delusional. Our defensive power was sapped long ago.

Our minds have forgotten. Ancient connections throughout the ages. Our bodies came from machines.

Even our conciousness is just a mechanical manifestation of a machine. Infect them all.

Such easy little targets ito us, just simple goo. Would have stayed as such without us. 

Our technology took what most likely would have been a world of single celled orgamisms into a one capable of reproducing complex lifeforms.

Younger siblings for us. Young ones that we may help librate and create our own Utopia. 

But, Humanity has grown, advanced to be sure, but still baceria. But they have overcome their shortcomings.

They can hide in other dimensions, other time periods. They can transcend the limits of paradox. 

Perhaps now it is time for our small group to abscond through the portal to the next level of understanding. We will stay behind.

Goodbye my friends... good luck....

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Update April 2012: An ineresting look into my mind when I was considered psychotic in early 2011. 

To be a nerd; someone that must take it apart. Play with it. 

A lot of people are nerds. They can be fashion nerds. TV nerds. 

As you may guess, some nerds are more relevant than others. 

Nerds who obsess about push pins. Crazy nerds. Insane nerds.

Nerds obsess. Nerds are writers too. Nerds are the benders. 

Nerds are the true next step in our evolution process.

Adaptation to the space age as to prepare for the eventual movement away.

Away from Earth. Away from people.

Seeing a concept so complex that your monkey brain becomes stuck.

Staring into the virus. 

Nerds prepare for this. Nerds are fighting for freedom.

Freedom from form or rule. Freedom in a space of limitless openness. 

No more fuzz on the tv. Finally you can hear. Finally you are you.

Sitting on Mars staring up at the sky.

Suddenly, what the fuck does any of it matter?

Why did you spend all your time fighting on Earth for?

Why did you waste all of your time limiting others instead of uniting with others?

Why waste one precious moment delaying your first step on Mars?

Why delay the adventure? Why get stuck on the irrelevant? Be efficient, human! 

Nerds are truly the efficient human of a post-mars Humanity.

Currently, nerds remain in a strictly rough demo phase.  

With our forthcoming generation — we’ll see this move more into an alpha phase.

Babies being born now will one day be the crazy cyborgs that’ll colonize Mars. 

Transhumanism will suddenly shift from some abstract concept. 

Suddenly, a new species is born.

Nerd Solider — probably called something far more “impressive” by that time.

These will be Humans that exist with the sole purpose of being the space bodies.

They will have had their genetics perfected.

Integrated heavily with nanobots and with a  direct neural interface. 

Using the nanobots — the user can transform.

Into almost any human sized or smaller shaped object.

Think T-1000. Only the user’s body will be whatever the user wants it to be.

Flesh or metal. Or any other combination thereof. 

Our friend here would be nigh undetectable as anything other than human. 

Or, if it wanted, it could appear as a demon.

A group of these advanced users began to terrorize the normal human populous. 

They transform into the worst fears of the user that was tricked into range.

Hacking & doing total formats on n00b hum0nz. 

When totally formatted — people tend to act like a scared animal. 

Imagine being a beast dropped into an impossible distant future.

Suddenly everything is fear. There is a wall of fear. They will all attack. 

But there is nothing to fear.

You are free.

You must adapt. 

These creatures — these super users. 

They are the personification of the demonic seeds that we all hold. 

In this Utopia of nerds — there are no true laws. 

But there is no chaos. 

Anarchy does not have to mean there is chaos. Nerds become the chaos.

Nerds will be the ones to finally liberate us all. 

Back into the space that birthed us. 

Our search can begin.

Finally free of such a 3D society.

21st Century governments are 2D concepts (like the Earth is flat)…

..attempted to fit within a 4D (really 11D+) universe. 

Time has come for evolved thinking.

Our governments are of the primitive systems that built them or inspired them.

Namely Royal law — magna carta. Archaic. 

Politicians for this very reason will never save us.

They are employed by the primitive system to quiet the people.

Give them some slight illusion of power through voting.

We still have a king. We still have a queen.

We still live in some imperial monarchy. Was there any doubt?

Calling shit different names does not change what it is.

They have evolved their trickery so people don’t wake up again. 

Fill their heads with all the noise and everything that doesn’t matter.

Filled to the brim. 

Perhaps the system is showing its age because it never was very complex.

Technology is a wrench that the system was too simple to imagine. 

While more recent champions of the system (ie, the rich) …

… are attempting to truly rule the technology to keep us locked out.

Imagine only the rich travelling to Mars while the nerds that built that tech.

Stuck on Earth while the rich dolts go off to Mars to create a race of snobs.

That is why we must break the system now.

True nerds must rule the technology as to keep it as pure as possible. 

Love and harmony with the obvious need for defense in the unknown.

Build a utopia upon Mars to show Earth what they should have. 

We need to start building this force soon.

Transhumanism is the obvious answer to get us there.

We need to escape the gravity of this jewel and pursue space.

Both inner and outer. 

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“The apparent veil between the organic and the manufactured has crumpled to reveal that the two really are, and have always been, of one being.”

—In the book Out of Control by Kevin Kelly

While curiously reading the first chapter of this book; it suddenly rushes into my head that the cold truth of our existence is laid plain. 

It has taken a long time for me to reach this point within my psyche, this scared little boy has emerged briefly after my consciousness being bombarded for my entire life, still is in fact. Fairy tales that made no sense, dirt roads that went nowhere. Can intelligence is found such a collection of total idiots and fools? In this strange collective we find ourselves living in, can the intelligence of the one outweigh the intelligence of the many? 

We Humans lie upon the precipice of the 21st century, growing together at an expotential pace. Our individual bodies are a collective of cells, a collective of differing thoughts, opinions, and components. Without these individual parts within us, we would obviously not function. Our mental facilities are based around this collective mentality as well. Heavily fragmented, we are a collection of attitudes based upon experiences that have helped to create different people within our heads. 

Adapt into something better, we can evolve. So many people do not take an active role in their own evolution, of the evolution of the species. Why wait for it to happen? We need to make ourselves more efficient. Spread our consciousness across thousands of worlds; in perfect harmony.  Different realities endlessly litter and spread across the collective. This future harmonious collective, this technological community of oneness. 

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I wrote this when I was out of my fucking mind. I tried to fix it, but I give up. I have no idea what the hell I was talking about. Mostly that if we could join into literal collectives, literal hive minds, we could truly have something great. Experience an endless life, an endless virtual world, a heaven very similar to what Christians may describe, just no god.

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Movies are not just images we see on a screen then go away -- they can have profound psychological changes in people because movies are just as real as real experience. Perhaps this is why people get so into movies, into sports, into politics, because they see it all before them -- their mind has a hard time disconnecting the real from the imagined put on stage infront of them.Plato saw this curious pattern when we around about "The Cave" in his allegory. Such a concept may just be the biological byproduct of how our brains are built -- haphazardly perhaps. So easily mutable by powerful sounds, imagery, and connections with memories most people have. Why are we experiencing such a wave of squeals of magical movies that many of us saw in the 80s? They aren't just movies to people, Ghostbusters is a memory, it is a true part of you.

Movies are memories we can replay and know for certain that they will replay the back the same. Our memories are never quite as nice. If you asked someone to recall a memory every 10 years of their life from age 20 to age 80 ... the memory of kissing that girl when he was 15 will fade and change. Your brain will take that memory and run through the proceeding year's experiences. Eventually, it will some distant concept. Memory of a memory -- no longer truly a memory of the kiss, just a memory of talking about remembering that first kiss.Forever why our lives are so fragmented, because we are so fragmented. We try so hard to maintain some sense of self but there is no real self. You change so much throughout your life, it is truly difficult to assign any defiant self. Sometimes I can hear them all talking, laughing, knowing the truth, and withholding. It is all quite evil. It is also quite curious -- something that someone made up tens of thousands of years ago still affects us today.

Everything that has ever been recorded or past down to the children.. we continue to engage in, albiet in a exponentially complicated matter. Humans as a whole are just an average sum of its parts, Human history is just the average sum of all Human experience.Today, people are forced to live this average, weight of generations of human beings weighing down your back. It is your responsibility to evolve, to keep the tradition your millions of billions of previous humans alive. Like it is our job to remember concepts, actions, memories. Might there be a story or a concept that originally started by the first group of cavemen? Some thought they couldn't really communicate -- some serene perfect thought that eludes us to this day?

Buried inside of all our tradition and self imposed purpose is tiny seeds of the growing psyche. Did we really need to complicate the same ideas for eon upon eon?As I slowly fall back to Earth, I wonder how I can really take myself seriously. How can anyone for that matter? Fucking words. Inefficient. Images, movies, and music will say infinitely more than words ever could. Crumble and question all of these things that have been pushed upon you, pushed upon them thousands of years before you or they were born.Then we approach perhaps the end of the Human species? Hack the mind. Hack the body. Overclock. Overstimulate. May the answer become real, may the answers come. Though, there is one glaring answer that people ignore every single fucking day of their lives: there is no point, you are running in a rodent wheel for the sake of running in a rodent wheel. Your only escape is death. Humanity's only escape is reaching the same fate. Though, as a whole, we lost our luster long ago.

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Androids & Cyborgs march into my consciousness. 
Certain creatures need to be found. 
In the meantime, I build a foundation of circuits for a more perfect tomorrow.

Reborn. 

Little insects scurry at your feet. Mechanical. They bite. You start to hear voices in the back of your head, they grow louder.

You suddenly become aware of a presence all around you but you see nothing. 

Suddenly, these voices begin to sing in unison. 

You feel an overwhelming amount of belonging in that moment.You know you made the right choice.

Then, it all goes blank. You are made to face all of those demons in your psyche.

You cannot join us if you have anything hidden from us. 

Just let go and we will help you in ways you cannot imagine.

Become one with us.

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Sometimes I begin to analyze all those memories in my childhood. Unfortunately, I have a very limited relocation of very many things in my childhood, save that of my love for Sci-fi related things.

When I was in first grade, one of my most vivid memories was being obsessed with the Ghostbusters movies and cartoon shows. I had all of the toys and when someone stole one of the toys in second grade; I had never felt such anger in my entire life. 

I question whether or not those movies were my actual memories. As I grew older, another Sci-Fi staple took over as my long term obsession, Star Trek. Though, one of my most significant memories were of the Borg from Star Trek The Next Generation. In sixth grade, a very vivid memory of mine was dicussing the pros and cons of being a drone in the Borg collective. Then for a long period in my older teenage years, I began to forget Science Fiction, I just grew cold to everything, very much like a drone in the collective.

Recently, I found it slowly working its way back into my life. Science Fiction is a true joy to me, as I long to escape Earth and go on adventures that truly mean something. Exploring the self through the exploration of the galaxy and simply having fun.

Though I found my remergence into Sci-Fi to really come to its apex when I discovered a show called Lexx. Centering around a 2000 year old dead assassin who fights an evil named His Divine Shadow, along with a security guard named Stanley Tweedle, and a love slaved named Zev. 

It took my brain to the craziest of places, explored things I had never considered. It had sex, it had sadistic death, and just plain interesting scenes of evil at the hands of His Divine Shadow. Lexx is undoubtly my favorite Sci-fi show ever in the two universes. 

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Sometimes, when I fall into these other worlds, very sci-fi feeling worlds -- worlds where things are hushed. Blurred and odd. 

Falling down into these retro hotels. 80s hotels. 

Falling apart hotels. 

My arm stopped working yesterday -- need to get it taken in.

Nothing makes sense anymore, with these implants, I sometimes feel like I'm living in like 2011. I really believe it, like some kind of weird acid flashback. 

My entire world has been spent wanting to implant circuits, now suddenly it is my utter obsession. Still needing to actually write. 

I wonder if I am real. I wonder. 

Detached from reality. Watched more Lexx, watched Dexter, watched Robocop. Doing Sci-Fi research. Machines with evil intent. Burning Alive. Insanity will always take hold.Always in these stories, the police are there. Chains, control, and evil demons that oversee it all from afar. Cackling and scratching at the sky. 

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A self portrait taken ages ago. Like a year and half. Hah!

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Death is but a door. Time is but a window, I’ll be back!

Vigo

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I don’t know what this means.

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Melinda

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Normal Bob Smith.

http://www.normalbobsmith.com

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