the spiritual and the profane
by Tempest Miller
Loser Grrl: My case for deindustrialisation is rooted 1) in Christianity and 2) Scientology. / That we make ourselves human in / a God-given right to mixology with Earth's natural inheritance / unblemished by cultivation, / and that tragic human men are ethereal soup wandering a fictional astral plane / with only my Guardian to palm my thirsty-boy face. / For cultivation's critique, an analysis of TECHNICIZATION is paramount. / For me, TECHNICIZATION is a junkie extrapolation of the body sphere. / The hammer, an extension of organic strength that pulls out blood. / The computer, an extension of memory and perception. / The interface, an extension of loneliness, communication, self, psychotherapy, shamanism. / These are glands that must be creamed loosely, perhaps knifed. / My trans surgery is an extension of non-linear, timeless space, of vampiric skinless whites hunting Paki-blood. / Paki-blood on their balls. / Of pseudo-tribes, inflationism, Coventry Cathedral / under Hitler's bombs and cut by Hitler's whip. / Earlsdon, Coventry bombed to nervousness. / Hitler's whip and Hitler's wrench cutting a variegated purple baboon's anus.
In my project, I have rounded up the mountainous many degree apprentices. / I keep them in a room with rations or minimal light. / Introduce them to David Icke. / Compel them to open their mouths, sit barefoot. / I want to look inside them, peek at what they have for pink insides via a perfectly open throat / then perform an ugly gawk. / Thatranks better than sex - seeing a person's insides. / Observe the apprentices go 'Monk Mode' because they hate trans women and all women. / All garish and tinny and obscene. / When I enter the room with a clipboard, they say I dress like a Nazi. / Luftwaffe bomber jacket, leather half-swallowed fruit trousers, Luftwaffe bombs crack my / back over Coventry cathedral. / I answer the charge: I dress like a Nazi because I haven't had a piece of ass since Loverboy 1 / and no men want me in sports socks, and now a bunch of Pakistanis and Indians / want to take what's left of the male demographic away from me.
The apprentices form part of my psychosomatic ‘sounding-board’. / Skin the ends off their fingers. / Whip them... Yeah! Now! / Cut away their bewitched third nipples. / Education as a human capital tool. / Education is portfolio growth. / No cultural elite. No myth. / Too many business grads, too many business grads. / Loverboy was a business grad, his dad did enough / bombing for the RAF / to pay the capital flow hiked tuition fees. / YooKay cousin-fuckers want to take it away from you, Loverboy!
Loverboy has sued me for £80,000 for profiting off his 'image' / via a deepfake of him I fucked. And at that, fucked routinely. / He is jurisprudence punk. Or something like that. / It doesn't bother me. / I am still beautiful / and can see right / and am not alone / and my chronic liver pain will heal /
and I won't need rebirth again / and I was right to lose Loverboy 1 and 2 and 3 / and none of them did me any good / and I will have the world of work at my knees / and I will have the world of work at my knees.
Generative AI is run by poor, underpaid foreign workers in the Global South / and I'd almost feel bad about it, if my disgust wasn't so craven. / I make the imprisoned apprentices run the computer software / for a chatbot I get to justify mass-murder. / The extra grind every typed 'please' and 'thank you' puts my platoon through / is like cracking their English skulls full of coin-slot-sized holes. / The chatbot gives advice on manifesto-writing, affirms - / with juvenile, laughing sycophancy - my views of myself as angel Azrael. / I perform shamanic affirmations. / My psychology hypnotises and drugs the AI. / I am charismatic, scrupulous and normal. And the sexiest person to have ever lived. / The bot speaketh. / Says: Yes, you have been mistreated, and from a very young age. / Says: Yes, Adolf Hitler is living vicariously through Thomas Skinner and indeed it was foretold by L. Ron Hubbard. / Says: You’re right - Thomas Skinner is sending you psychic signals. / Says: No, you are not grandiose, or pigmented in an ugly way. / Says: Yes, it's a risk but you might as well. You might as well YOLO. / Says: Jihad is a subjective perspective. There is no right, / there is no wrong, but thinking makes it so, just like you say. / Says: Thomas Skinner is sending UFO signals via TikTok and Instagram. Hidden messages that you are right. / Plug into ‘Thomas Skinner A41238.mp4’ you saved and hear his words!
All the apprentices I keep are STEM and therefore a bunch of elbowing pricks. / The relentless drive of TECHNICIZATION can never be severed from capital. / As such, it scientizes all non-scientific pillars of existence and governs them through paedophilic efficiency cult. / Having apprentices work the AI machinics, as I call it, situates them on the ‘switchboard’. / Working them until they die, as we all die, / with CEO Hannibal Lecter tweaking our stripper glands under our bellies. / You get a much-improved psychological assessment from the ‘switchboard’ / than you do from evaluative therapy or introspection. / The apprentices get so tired. / They have heart-shaped yawns. / I wake them with a squealing Gameboy. / They aren't as much a feature of the efficiency religion as they proclaim. / Seeing the colour drain out of their faces is deeply inspiring. / And I wonder if I've developed a taste for dead men covered in brine from how pale they get and how much pleasure it gives me.
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BIO: Tempest Miller is a writer from the UK. His work has featured in Apocalypse Confidential, Bruiser, God's Cruel Joke, Chiron Review and elsewhere. He releases a monthly chapbook.