Chronoclast

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Let loose the clockwork dogs. Pathological believers, faithful servants. Reduced to servomechanisms with lock-step discipline and knee-jerk obedience. Reduced to time-reckoners with Newtonian mechanics and a Promethean mandate. Polishing and decorating each ideological cage. Notch by notch, hammer by hammer, escape from freedom. Prognosis: ideologies are habits of thought that defy thought and enable people to avoid thought. Airborne contagions, communicable plagues, towing the weary down river like rudderless wrecks, and we are all sick with them.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

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Hell-bent on standardization; on Cartesian deliverance. Time is the primary socializing tool. Indelibly imprinted and structurally biased. We are domesticated creatures of technical abstraction. If rationalism/reductionism is our religion, then time keeping is our benediction. Rectified and ratified in fixed ideas and solid state circuitry. This baptism took place on the hinges of history by the faithful who made repression a cardinal requisite. By the faithful who made the timepiece as holy as the cross. Hell-bent on standardization: the wheel keeps turning and we all turn with it.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025

The calendar year is an imperial narrative. The seven-day week is an imperial infliction. Circannual holidays are imperial flag-posts. Mechanical time is an imperial installation. The merchant workday is an imperial offering. Greenwich MeanTime is an imperial sanction. The looming weight, uniformly imposed; as albatross and as anchor. The new time-imperialists will get their way with those left: the rural, the feral, the frail. Feed them a thread, that leads to a string. They'll follow the string, until it leads to a rope, and from that rope every vestige of what was will be hung by the neck.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

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Time is the defacer. Time is the devourer. The grand mediator of effect and the prosthesis to which we depend. Time is the defacer. Time is the devourer. The harnessed horse of reason and the place where meaning collapses. Borders are constructed, divisions are demarcated. The essence of science is control, but the essence of control is loff of. Neither subject nor object, time is abject. As any crime shows the fragility of the law, as any corpse shows the fragility of the body, time bares fragility of the symbolic order. The violent revolt of being.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

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Mute protest of a new bastard form. Indentured to Mammon, further bondage is bore. Free market existence under free market terms. Secured at birth and bred as fresh livestock. To the power brokers of hypercapitalism, our lives are on the auction block. Make way for the experience economy, make way for the access economy, make way for the new time-currency, welcome it all like the coming of Rome. Something is provided for all so that none may escape. Spatial gives way to the temporal so that none may escape. Value is wrought in the abstract. While there is a time poor class, we are in it; while there is a mutinous element, we are of it; where there is a life that must be bought, we are not fucking free.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

Time politics are power politics. No denial, no exception. The fallacy of science and tech is its complete objection. All technologies are biased, this the Decadists knew: bringing a revolutionary backwash that flooded more power turbines for the clockmakers, the foremen, the officials, and the megamachine. But the seams will split. The myth will spoil. The monolith will crack. The soil will turn. Death comes in time. Death comes with time.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025