If reality has been virally overcome into simulation, if the screen has eaten up the entire world in a fractal process of hungry simulations, can one not postulate a reversal taking place at some point in the future? Maybe, 2006 will get a few more beastly sixes to its empty v00ids…Time will reverse itself; the arrow of time will turn backwards, undoing all the simulations that have taken place from the start of the TVverse. Simulations will revert themselves back, pulled by the gnawing gravity of the Pac-Man real….the real will irrevocably eat up, from all around, the pixels that make up our plastic, always beeping, life support screens…
The cinematic screens of our life will dissolve and carnivorously melt the plastic from our life…the screen is dead, long live God….
Can the real caught without a reference, without the hope of ever hitting bottom, remerge? And realise the real? Again? this time for real… Can’t the real come back by gradually and virally infecting all simulation with its disruptive fragments of reality?
What will it take to wake up the dead?
Gradually, instant by instant, second by second, almost imperceptibly, all mediated phenomena will implode from within…: all electronic “communication” would suddenly stop working and whisper the absolute silence of the real…digital devices and celluloid would be dissolved from within…all memory appliances would suddenly reverse and rewind themselves by erasing themselves from all simulation, without leaving a trace…camera and TV would explode, not being able to contain the real expanding within…cinemas and blockbusters burned down by spontaneous fires of burning media…BollyHolly producers would suffer long agonizing deaths brought about by avant-garde serial killers wanting to realize their Hollywood “creations”…multibillion “producers” would be slashed in dark corners by an epidemic of suburban killers wanting moooooooooore, more real-special effects…Multimillionaire gangster rappers would be compelled to kill themselves for real, shoot themselves in the head for real, all porn stars would be compelled to fuck themselves to death, chanting “Viagra all the way, to the grave”…keep it real “Niggers With Attitude” Rappers would be forced by resentful fans to listen to RAP 24 hours a day, until their ears and “brains” ooze the blood of the real… ….hungrily emerging from the depths of the Beverly Hills’ sewers, a Spielberg would be eaten alive by a group of Zooless Jurassic alligators…electromagnetically pushed by the weight of the real, broadband and P2P networks would go auto-mad and download everything in existence, downloading the world to death…a King-Kong would escape a Los Angeles ZOO, looking for a mate, mysteriously drowning a Kate Winslet in Kong luscious cum, bukkake and bestiality has never been sooooooo gooooooood and real until this cUming day....
.....ZIZEK would be crucified and sacrificed (taking Baudrillard’s call for a post-modern philosopher sacrifice, à la lettre, for real) in the flashing reality of a Las Vegas, stuffed like a turkey with his own textual verbiage, by a resentful gang of Lacanians, who have suddenly discovered that Lacan is a load of bollocks, the emperor has no phallus...stickers everywhere proclaiming “Zizek died for our sins”…These roaming gangs of Laconic Lacanians having wasted their whole lives on the symbolic and the imaginary, deduce to mimetically spread their new found reality equation, their new Christian gospel of the real; proclaiming “long live the real, therefore I Kill”…even forcing Baudrillard to appear on reality TV and to hostagelly announce: “I like it”….and so on…Let the real make its way…
…The real will take revenge on all those poisonous simulations, reverting and reversing all the simulation back to the pristine dawn of the clean, pure and the well cut: no more porn, no more poetry, no more philosophy, no more BollyHollywoods, no more Sega, no more Nintendo, No more Sony-Bony, no more imagines, no more, full stop…Let the real make its way…
….Resolutions for 2006: burn all media, liberate and copulate with your neighbours, ignite bonfires of vanities up and down the country: burn your record and video collection, burn down all art galleries, bomb the TATE by installing an exploding garden shed (apparently, art exhibit of the year 2005) containing flying captions: “this is not art”…bomb museums and other TV imprisoned life…rob your own bank account…thrown out all your game-stations, and get back a life, even if you never had one…. the real is awaiting….reality is the ultimate terrorist organisation, all “it” needs is a bit of encouragement… Let the real make its way…
