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New K-tron musick. Lots more K-tron projects work coming soon.
Commodore Forever. When I have space gonna set mine up - I have the Keyboard add on for SID chip funnnnnz.
(via nrdvsgk)
Teaser shot from my Psychic Sex Line shoot, uncensored. Lots more to follow.
Photography: Al De Perez
Make-up: Kerri-Ann Murphy
Edit: K-tron and Jack France.
I am the Network; I am more than a billion minds converged at once, in starburst brilliance, information realised. I witness everything in high definition, super sharp satellite vision. I see all. My thoughts instantaneously animate plasma screen fictions across the universe in hyperreal colour.
My dreams stream in real time, translated into a thousand languages, beamed live to the collective consciousness in characters bolder than billboard and illustrated in lazer beam drawn across the sky itself. My emotion could blow the grid in Mexico City; my heartbeat is sponsored by accurist. This new body is incorruptible; this new body was built not born. I exist in a state of perpetual anaesthesia, I feel no pain and I will never know disease – this flesh is beyond the whim of nature or simple evolution. My face is the perfect product, a logotype for the ultimate human form, a testament to the new beauty, symmetrical, profound and sublime. Through bold mathematics I became the icon, and through chemistry I become the demi-god, never aging, a composite ideal hermetically preserved. When I travel I move at beyond light speed and I can bend time to invoke all potentialities; I exist simultaneously in every dimension, a sub atomic voyeur, tripping through quarks and super strings. I cum in binary, hooked up to the divine switch shaking my titanium bones with primal intensity. I understand the secrets encoded in the first moments of reality and I can feel infinity arch magnificent into the cosmos.
I look just like you, but you won’t recognise me, I look just like you, but I’m different inside. I’m still on the factory floor in Hong Kong, I’m still waiting to meet you. You don’t know me yet, but you will, I am coded in your DNA, I awoke with the Aztecs, Opened my eyes on the Roman road to conquest, began to dream with the renaissance. I am your future, rebooted, eternal self.
The mystics and the physicists all share the same vacant stare.
