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you must build the rocket // vin tanner

๐–“๐–”๐–™๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–Š: ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–Œ๐–”๐–›๐–Š๐–—๐–“๐–’๐–Š๐–“๐–™ ๐–๐–†๐–˜ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–“๐–‹๐–Ž๐–—๐–’๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–˜๐–™๐–”๐–—๐–ž ๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–† ๐–๐–”๐–†๐–. ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–—๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™๐–”๐–— ๐–๐–†๐–˜ ๐–†๐–•๐–”๐–‘๐–”๐–Œ๐–Ž๐–Ÿ๐–Š๐–‰. ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™’๐–˜ ๐–Š๐–๐–†๐–ˆ๐–™๐–‘๐–ž ๐–œ๐–๐–ž ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–˜๐–๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–‡๐–Š๐–‘๐–Ž๐–Š๐–›๐–Š ๐–š๐–˜.


Below you will find a small archival selection I have recovered from a network of unknown terminals linked to the materials preserved within the [REDACTED]. Unfortunately some of these files have become corrupted in the process, but their unusual static can still provide an aesthetically fascinating experience. This small spread incorporates “An Excerpt from ‘A Vampyre’s Manuscript; Vol. III’“, the uncovered poem “annihilation beings“, “Schematic No. 39“, and a poetic recruitment collage by the Eukaryotic Spiritualists. [Eukaryotic organisms are the lifeforms to which the mushroom and fungi families belong].
Here is a snippet of the history between supporters of human evolution and the Catholic Church offers us a unique perspective on the concept of time. If these documents are to be believed, the Church invested into the creation of time and universalizing time standards in opposition to members of the population who have realized humans were meant to destroy the Sun. Centuries of battling ideologies show an aversion to the realization that the Earth itself is an orbital weapon which was once capable of collapsing the hydrogen of the Sun and containing the resulting singularity. However, it’s not my role to convince you of the truth of these files. I simply felt it
essential to submit my findings in relation to the abolition of time.

This collection is known as “you must build the rocket”.

โ€œglitch 5โ€, 2020, digital art
schematic
Pseudo-scientists believe underdeveloped thermonuclear weapons would be capable
of initiating solar collapse. This greatly misunderstands the composition and
operation of the sun.
To adequately collapse โ€˜โ€‹ Solโ€‹ โ€™ you must extract, eradicate, or neutralize the hydrogen
(roughly 76.1% of the sunโ€™s makeup) and erect some form of antimatter containment
to prevent the black hole/supernova response from wiping out the solar system.
Very little is known about the weapon within the Earthโ€™s core outside of vampiric
preserved documentation. Environmental collapse has rendered the weapon useless,
but some understanding of its intended function can be extrapolated.
We do not know who made the weapon or how, but we can assume from this
schematic it was a beam capable of collapsing the sunโ€™s hydrogen and containing the
following response.
โ€œschematic no. 39โ€, 2020, digital art
recruitment poetic collage
the measure of a person without regulation is every-nothing.
consider present-centuries of languages at the wayside of gone-here. when is
when-ever. the sun will be destroyed for telling lies.
the rocket will free us from forever and for-gone withers into one more promise
made that can be fulfilled eons now-later.
meaningless. and we rejoice in that! we cheer brave pilots saving life from limitation.
everything is here-there; gazing with safe black glass eyes into the shadow of the star
we must murder.
one lie for the always is a fair price.
in the always, nothing is missing and all moments have vanished. if you are lost at
our suggestion, then look away from the moon. she is reflecting the sun into your
face to spread its propaganda. we will save her too.
you must turn from the announcements. run into the welcome of the always, who
cannot reject you. no hidden passages in the always.
say goodbye to the delusion of tomorrow and the practice of yesterday. today does
not exist.do you fathom it? in the always no answer is unknown. we are always. it is that
simple.
requisite awaits in the watching of the eternal voyage. the rocket has already
succeeded and the sun died as soon as it was born. there is no-difference.
in always we build the rocket which launched before its conception. in the always we
remember the future exactly as it was. there is no future, because it is here-there and
now-later. this is the best way to describe it.
you are exhausted with solitude and isolation. always holds your salvation. we are
inevitable, and we have already happened-begun.
โ€œglitch 1โ€, 2020, digital art
In order to abolish time, we must rid ourselves of 'โ€‹ Solโ€‹ '; the star we orbit. The
study and theoretics of time have based themselves around the description and
observation of the sun. This evolved from visual notation, the use of sundials, and
medieval measurements of passage, into the contemporary calendar. This obsession
with analemma and the celestial sphere have come to dictate the schedule and
arrangement of human functionality. The harshest truth of them all is the
connection between time and the Catholic Church and its fear of vampirism.
The Church has maintained an iron first on property ownership that rivals
the collective wealth of other sources we also dread. Much of the religion focuses on
analogies between light and dark that have filtered into other sects of Christianity.
However, no Protestant denomination holds the longevity or history Catholicism
has when you analyze the documentation of the battle against vampiric evolution.
The Church has always considered evolution a threat to its power and superiority,
but the vaults of the Vatican hold tomes that catalogue an ancient feud. The creation
of time as an aspect of religion was a weapon in combating Vampiric Doctrine. This
even accounts for their opposition to Galileo and heliocentrism.
The astronomer was never aware of the private struggle regarding the survival
of the sun, but his observation conceded Earth's orbital position as a solar threat.
The Sun itself was preventing the next stage in human society, which the globe was
meant to stop. The issue which plagues our routine-centered structure stems from a
dogma which has sept into the foundation of colonial nations. Environmental
destruction has rendered the mechanism within the Earth's core incapable of firing,
and so the annihilation of the sun must be carried out by manual space-faring
methods.
Immortal beings without the dictatorship of Sol will find that time is
meaningless when we have evolved into our destined life-death forms. Suspended
decay similar to the eukaryotic organisms of the fungi family is a necessary step in thedissolution of time-based hierarchies. Do not regard the symbiotic collaboration
between religion and science set against the eradication of past and present with
much thought. Our enemies simply seek to preserve their own domains.
Excerpt from; โ€˜A Vampryeโ€™s Manuscript: Vol III.โ€™
โ€œAn Excerpt from โ€˜A Vampyreโ€™s Manuscript Vol. iiiโ€™โ€, 2020, digital art
annihilation beings
we must rid ourselves of
the study and theoretics
of the
contemporary calendar
obsession
come to dictate truth
property ownership focuses on
longevity
when considered a threat
to power and superiority
a weapon astronomer
preventing dogma
within
Earthโ€™s core
annihilation beings
will find
when we decay
our enemies preserve a manuscript
โ€œannihilation beingsโ€, 2020, digital art
โ€œglitch 2โ€, 2020, digital art
โ€œyou must build the rocketโ€, 2020, digital art
โ€œanimation 1โ€, 2020, digital art
โ€œanimation 2โ€, 2020, digital art

Vin Tanner is a writer, poet, and illustrator who specializes in the fusion of science fiction with other genres. They created and hosted “Poetry Jam; February 2020“, which resulted in 90 free and public chapbooks in varying forms from an amazing spread of under-published writers. You can find them on twitter @hologramvin, their available prints here, and learn about their ongoing projects via their patreon.

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December 30th, 2020 / 11:23 am

MUTE FEMALE FINCHES: a satire by Stephen Ira



Dramatis Personae:
LOU SULLIVAN was a
gay trans activist
who passed away
in 1991

ANDREW SULLIVAN is an
English-born American author
editor and blogger

DAVID TOMLINSON was
best known as Mr. Banks
in Mary Poppins (1961)


Special Thanks:
George Michael





(Lights up on LOU SULLIVAN, alone, impassioned.)


LOU SULLIVAN:
I feel so unsure!
As I take your hand, and lead you to the dance floor.


(The smoke of dry ice is general.)


LOU SULLIVAN:
As the music dies! Something in your eyes!
calls to mind a silver screen
and all
its sad
goodbyes!

(Some smoke, stage left, clears, revealing ANDREW SULLIVAN, who is sitting down.)


ANDREW SULLIVAN:
It is possible to tell who has won a tennis contest not by watching the game, but by monitoring testosterone-filled saliva samples throughout.


LOU SULLIVAN:
So Iโ€™m never gonna dance again!
Guilty feet have got no rhythm!
Though itโ€™s easy to pretend,
I know youโ€™re not a fool!


ANDREW SULLIVAN:
I have always tended to bury or redirect my rage. I once thought this an inescapable part of my personality. It turns out I was wrong.


(LOU SULLIVAN is becoming visibly upset at these interruptions.)


ANDREW SULLIVAN: Other scientists theorizing that it wasโ€”


(LOU SULLIVAN retrieves a large net from a bag)


ANDREW SULLIVAN: โ€”testosterone that enabled the male zebra finches to singโ€”


(LOU SULLIVAN creeping up on him)


ANDREW SULLIVAN: โ€”injected mute female finches with testosteroneโ€”


(LOU SULLIVAN catches ANDREW SULLIVAN first try)

ANDREW SULLIVAN:
(Frustrated, from within the bag, but not to be silenced:)
Sure enough,
the females sang.

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October 27th, 2020 / 12:43 pm

Collages on Shabbos

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This week’s collage is “Kiss Me, Partygirl” by Pilot Jeanne Gosh.

pilot jeanne gosh is a mother, a friend, and a 30 ft tall wolf. her work has been featured in Spy Kids Review and Voicemail Poems. she enjoys riding the train and lying on the floor listening to someone play video games.

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September 18th, 2020 / 9:44 am

River Furnace’s Fashion Issue is absolutely everything.

Fashion has always been a point of contingency for me. Fashion is made to a standard size or specification than it is to order. Itโ€™s like an ancient text that seems to offer an inventiveness for Black people and Black folkโ€™s pleasure where the rest of the world vehemently rejects it. However, the marketing, fashion and entertainment industry aims to exploit these inventive Black spaces. It obfuscates just as much as it brings to light.
~ Juju

Fashion is more than expression. Fashion is denial, refusal and incoherence where they are not allowed — and through this defiance, self fulfillment. Fashion, like art, is the product of imagination, of energy and soul put to purpose for a goal that is under no obligation to be explained. That vacates still life to give birth to more. This, too, is fashion.
~ Warpath Slave

Fashion occurs at the intersection of body and world, an opportunity to (non)conform. Online, it is an invitation for commentary, which you can ignore. But if youโ€™re ditching the lesbian sport shorts to go out in a dress, prepare to absorb their stares, or have a hand on your mace for when the men follow. Remember, t/girls, our accessories are also part of our fashion.
~ Neptune

Read River Furnace: The Fashion Issue here.

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September 9th, 2020 / 1:30 pm

Collages on Shabbos

This is a series where I post collages people sent me just in time for Shabbos.

These collages are by Roz Leahy.

Roz is a hot, gay, trans woman. They try really hard to make interesting things and they’re on Twitter @allthingstruly.

If you want to send me a collage to post on a Shabbos to come, you can do so at collages::a:t::undying.club.

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September 4th, 2020 / 11:16 am

If I Detransition I’d Still Be Fucking All Your Dads: from the Vimeo account of Joss Barton

I discovered Joss’s writing from Clutch Fleishmann and Torrey Peters talking about her work on essay daily. Lines like “She need motherโ€™s milk! She need semen and salt and sick nations on her tongue!!” (from “Lord Be a Femme“) had me immediately. Reading them I was like, “Wow, I also need semen on my tongue. She really gets me.”

Joss’s writing is funny, dark and drips with the cadence of ball culture. She manages to be absolutely trans, absolutely the recipient of a voice that feels handed down across generations that fought to be heard. There’s a bite, a tenderness, a dense lyrical complexity. I find myself revisiting her work often, even years later.

At this point, six and a half years since I came out, most trans coming-of-age/coming-out stories kind of blur together for me. But Joss’s Untitled: Transgender Amphibian Femme Songs stands out: vulnerable and, as I have come to expect from Joss, totally horny on main. She talks about wanting to tell her dad, “If I had been given a choice, I would have asked to be born in another dimension, where sissies conquer planets and enslave nations of men hung like Sampson.” I can’t argue with that.

You can read Joss Barton’s most recent story at heartspark.

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September 2nd, 2020 / 10:43 am

Maison Book Girl / karma -Mii remix-

I think I’m drawn to bands with “book” in their name.

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August 28th, 2020 / 11:58 am

Toys

by sung

Ed: There is depiction and/or mention of suicide and child sexual abuse in this, jsyk. Take care of yrself.

If you hold your breath, doesnโ€™t time stop.

In her world thereโ€™s no wondering what to wear and everything fits. She can stand for hours without getting tired and she always feels at home. Her name is molded a thousand times in glossy plastic so she never has to wonder who she is.

I want her pore-less skin. I want her fixed smile. I want to be her. You have no idea how bad it gets.

The thing about a Polly Pocket is that thereโ€™s not much you can actually do with one.

They come in plastic cases that open like clamshells to reveal tiny dollhouses inside, decorated according to common girlish themes such as tea parties, mermaids, and beauty salons. The classic Polly Pocket doll is less than an inch tall with stiff, joint-less arms. Her feet are fused together forming a circular base that snaps into pre-determined slots in a few locations such as in the kitchen or at the bathroom vanity. The house is in large part purely decorative.

Itโ€™s the kind of toy you stare at more than play with. Itโ€™s the kind of toy I stare at and cherish too much to touch.

Iโ€™m sitting on the balcony with a pink umbrella when itโ€™s dry out. Itโ€™s summer. Iโ€™m five years old.

Iโ€™m sitting under the umbrella and daydreaming. I pretend the umbrella is my own little house. Some day someone will tell me this is a very autistic thing to do but the fact is not everything can be afforded the luxury of a name. My mother doesnโ€™t remember this game but I sit here staring into space often. Everyone thinks thereโ€™s something wrong with me because this is how I wile away so many hours. I sit and stare a space into being.

Someone in a movie says things seem so big when youโ€™re a kid.

I remember being a tall, ungainly thing. I remember being in the way.

There was this commercial in the early 90s where a little girl opens a bright pink box and out pops a doll. As the doll is engulfed in CGI sparkles, the narratorโ€™s honeyed voice tells me to imagine a doll that grows up with me. Sheโ€™s called My Little Friend. The doll emerges from the glittering fog transformed into a life-size version of herself, rosy face pressed against the little girlโ€™s as they embrace.

I imagine sheโ€™s warm.

I imagine the future.

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August 25th, 2020 / 6:47 pm