Of course the PMC won't ever admit it but the lead status of their trendy repurposed commercial space turn-of-the-century condos is questionable at best. Encapuslated? Encapsulate my ass.
Lead is the Yakubian element - the imperialist Romans ran their water through it, and so did Amerikkka - but lead pipes were kept alive in the interim by the Church in the form of pipe organs - what where the pipes made of you ask? Lead!
All the way back in the 3rd-century BC the Mediterranian sexpest civilization created hydraulic pipe organs - a labor-saving invention that aerosolized lead far easier - and indeed it was the real "sacrement" all along! Put it together - lead makes dull laborers who are more likely to lash out at each other than any larger structural force, and what do churches have?
Gigantic fucking air pumps that travel through lead pipes! Naturally it's a diffuse way to expose people to lead which is why the early church demanded daily attendance - enough built up in the population that like they desired to spread their religion and lead-fucked way of thinking everywhere!
Notice lead was used in both paint and gasoline as the western world secularized? Less people were coming forth to the mayo-mindset machines in the "Church". but the the mayo must flow, so people made it even worse with the advent of the automobile - moving lead distribution devices even more poisonous than the beloved kid-fiddler keyboards!
If you can't tell you might've been affected by the lead, comrade.
This whole post is way too coherent (even when it tries to be incoherent) to be BMF imo
BMF is @ides_of_Merch now. And truly has a gift for picking usernames.
This sounds like a conspiracy I would come up with and I hate that
The classic conspiracy is flouridation of water, but lead makes a lot more sense as a societal poison introduced by the elites.
At any rate, you have one (or several). It’s not so much that it preexists or comes ready-made, although in certain respects it is preexistent. At any rate, you make one, you can’t desire without making one. And it awaits you; it is an inevitable exercise or experimentation, already accomplished the moment you undertake it, unaccomplished as long as you don’t. This is not assuring, because you can botch it. Or it can be terrifying, and lead you to your death. It is nondesire as well as desire. It is not at all a notion or a concept but a practice, a set of practices. You never reach the Body without Organs, you can’t reach it, you are forever attaining it, it is a limit. People ask, So what is this BwO?—But you’re already on it, scurrying like a vermin, groping like a blind person, or running like a lunatic: desert traveler and nomad of the steppes. On it we sleep, live our waking lives, tight—fight and are fought—seek our place, experience untold happiness and fabulous defeats; on it we penetrate and are penetrated; on it we love. On November 28, 1947, Artaud declares war on the organs: To be done with the judgment of God, “for you can tie me up if you wish, but there is nothing more useless than an organ.“ Experimentation: not only radiophonic but also biological and political, incurring censorship and repression. Corpus and Socius politics and experimentation. They will not let you experiment in peace.
