Conditioning
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Animal Magnetism
Fangs, claws, nasty glowing eyes and all that. A greater capacity for violence. Where pure drive takes you.
Anti-Maternal Instincts
A serpent weaves itself up your leg. Nothing you do in your current form can stop its ascent. Reimagine what it is that makes You, or brace for the sad and inevitable.
How to Pull This Off
First impulses have the merit of arriving to the scene before anyone else, yet are rarely followed by positive outcomes. Preparation is key, knowing the door-code might help as well.
Landau, Summer 81
The music follows you into an ambulance. A bullet thuds in your chest as the arteries whistle along. One more dance?
Latest Synthetic Desires
Years of living in the People’s Republics have left you defenceless against the Developed World’s most semiotically advanced advertisements. This requires further exploration followed by a ruthless auto-critique.
Modified Limited Hangout
‘Might’, ‘just a bit’, ‘okay, maybe a little…' -- Words you've harnessed to the front of your non-commitment wagon. The steeds of ironic distance gallop across the plains while nobody looks on.
People's Republic of La-La-Land
In the power rankings of global delusions, communism is near the very top. Nevertheless, you’ve held fast to the Party Line, saying exactly what you’re supposed to say in precisely the right way. Surely there must be some kind of reward waiting for you?
The Empty Floor
It’s time to get serious. At least, that’s what you keep saying. But no one else seems to realise there's a job to do around here. So, sure, you'll do it. Fuck it. Whatever it takes, that's your motto. And woe to anyone who gets in your way.
The Phantom Pain
What hurts the most? The things you'll never achieve, despite your best efforts. Everyone knows what’s holding you back... but they'll never dare say it.
The Umbral Host
A cape of shadows. A crown carried forward on lightless air, a scarred sword handed down. This city needs a new kind of night. The Host expects.
The Wang Way
In a distant time and place, a man asks his followers to eat the pages of his life’s work. Afterwards, he tells them to defecate on each other to prove their loyalty. What would you do?
Tryouts for the Human Race
Only a few bedgraggled onlookers today. Empty paper cups and ripped up tickets between the folding seats. They paid good money for this sad spectacle, you could at least put a little effort into it.
Unguided Missile Strikes
Feel the seduction of the steering wheel that pulls you toward oncoming traffic. Punch in the launch codes. Escalation is the only way forward.