The Sociopath + How to find a wife

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Your future wife is going to appear one day. You will fuck it up and die alone.

You never get practice, so you won’t know how to speak to her. It’s not like in the animes. She isn’t coming over. People need to be coerced.

There Are Horny Singles Available In Your Area – but you are disinterested. They are too homely. They don’t listen to cloud rap or read Evola.

You are waiting for The One, but you’ll mess it up again.

I did this too. Then, an old acquaintance popped back into my life.

Bro

If a sociopath wants to be your friend, you will enjoy the experience. Phone calls increase. Everything you say is funny and clever. “Dude, you’re like, insane, bro. You wanna come over and smoke?”

His entire persona was a lie. He wasn’t getting his PhD like he said. He was gambling all day. He drove strange cars across the country, trunks full of something. Nobody figured it out until the end.

He needed social validation and I wanted to party. The market connected us. He made it happen, and tricked me into leaving the comfort of the computer screen 4 or 5 times a week.

His other friends were people that he met in public. He charmed them all. Black teenage drug dealers, art students, 50-year-old bums, businessmen, beautiful girls who did heroin and sold LSD… he knew these people.

Our nights were spent at bars or drinking in the park. We were regulars. The bartenders would get us high in the back, or let us drink after closing hours

Sometimes there were also bong hits on a millionaire’s balcony, hipster parties full of pretty girls, and quiet nights doing MDMA and playing the drums in the living room. It was lots of fun.

Then he stole his roommates’ identities, taking money directly out of their bank accounts. Faked a robbery and pawned their laptops.

We all figured it out together. His girlfriend is crying now. He’s coming over. He’s telling a different story every time he enters the room. He’s trying to separate us. Face is emotionless. We’ve got the receipts in our hands. It doesn’t add up.

All of the “crazy girls” who had shown up over the last month, screaming about their money…

He was gone. His stern uncles showed up later to hand over thousands in cash so that we wouldn’t call the police. We called his friends and gave them what they were owed. The grand finale.

But

A sociopath is an alien intelligence. Without human hangups, it absorbs information and reacts, more akin to a machine than a person. We apes are transparent — how complex a web can it weave before we figure out it isn’t one of us? The sociopath does what it is programmed to do, and it will lift you up, if that is useful to it. Be advised though: they will fuck your girlfriend/boyfriend, given the chance.

I should mention this, as it is key to your wife hunt: This sociopath got laid. A LOT. On the surface, it made no sense, as he was unremarkable: balding, average height, nasal voice, and smelled bad often. Yet he was always sleeping with a new hot girl. Sometimes two in the same day. He would bring them around. That part was real.

He met these girls in public. One of them lost their cat. He helped look for it. Got her number. The other was just like, uh, sitting there on a park bench. Number. It’s almost like he just walked around… looking for women. What a concept.

Now keep this in mind: A man with no money can pretend, for over a year, to be a very cool PhD student, do tons of drugs, gamble all day, and fuck 20+ beautiful women. But he had nothing. He couldn’t name a cool band. He didn’t read books. He was a NEET. It was all FAKE, yet he got more living done in a month than some do in a lifetime.

What this goes to show is that you can manipulate the social reality around you, even if you have nothing to offer people. .

You, I promise, are more of a catch than this guy. You are better than him – or, at least, not as evil. More husbandly. Why are you sitting at home, denying some sweet girl the chance to meet you? A little bit of sociopathy goes a long way

People

He taught me to observe, rather than space-out. “I like to watch people” and “I listen to people. Strangers on the train. To learn about them.” Huh… you’re weird…

“You like that girl?” yeah. “Well go talk to her.” I dunno she’s with her friends. “Dude, you could fuck that girl, tonight. She looks corny as shit. You are cool.” man I just wanna drink my beer … she seems too nice “you pussy”

“I almost pulled it off.” what? “fucking three girls in 24 hours.” Really? “yeah, but I did do it in 36…”

Wandering Revenant

When the sociopath went AWOL I was like a lost puppy.  My drinking habit had gone from “serious problem” to “actual alcoholic” so I needed to go out.

I wandered the streets alone, running into other lost friends of his. “Man, can you believe this shit?” I needed excitement again. So, I did like the sociopath did: talk to strangers.

Who gives a shit? The homeless guy is kinda cool. The girl is weird, but it’s fine. There is nothing better to do. Why not go on a date with any girl with a pulse? It’s better than spending the night on /b/. The screen has lost its pull (no smartphones at the time).

Power moves

It was packed. A once-in-a-lifetime show. Three songs in, and still nobody was moshing. It was awkward. I had arrived there alone, and stood in the crowd.

Yes, this was a tremendous musical event, and nobody was moving. The front-man was unhappy. How is this happening?

At the start of the fourth song, slightly terrified, I started shoving everyone around me. I don’t know these people. Beers were spilled, but it worked. The dancing continued for the rest of the night and only one person wanted to fight. I felt a power rising inside me, as silly as that might sound. I was only 23.

You have the power to control people, rather than to passively observe. It is not about giving commands, but sparking a chain of events. Normal people do this without thinking. Unfortunately, you need to learn through trial and error.

One weirdo can start a party. He can set the mood for 400 people with a single action. My sociopath friend created a social circle around himself. You too can manipulate the social fabric around you, for better or worse.

Testing

Observe the next conversation you have with friends. Even a group DM if that’s the best you can do.

Notice that a single comment sparks an entirely new chain of conversation. Instead of sperging out (spewing facts) try massaging the social fabric.

Did your comment steer the conversation in a good direction? If not, massage in the other direction. Pass the ball to funny guy. Set him up for a home run. Watch it all play out. You are in the driver’s seat. Note who else is there with you. Push the conversation where you’d like it to go.

Now you’re playing with sociopaths.

Dating

Back to the main issue here: Your future wife.

What you need to do is start practicing. Not just going on OkCupid and messaging everyone with a pulse, but also leaving your house and talking to people.

Talk to strangers at the bar. Go explore. Move to the city, maybe. What you need to do is seek out people-experience. Imagine you are grinding for XP in your favorite RPG.

Go to the grocery store, talk to the girl who is picking out apples. Say “Hi”. No pick-up lines.

Now, observe. Read her response. It will probably be neutral. You are a friendly weirdo at the grocery store. Okay. File that away. Keep talking to people. Talk to guys too. Talk to everyone.

Eventually you will get to the point where you can simply make eye contact and know if she will say Yes. It will save you so much embarrassment.

Note when things are awkward. Learn how to get a positive response. Learn who will give you a positive response. Find a niche and expand from there.

On the dating sites, look at her pictures first, and guess what she’s into. Now read the profile. Were you right? Get better at this. It is important.

Another important trick: the sociopath always thinks before he speaks. Pause before responding to people. That 0.5 second gap between your words and theirs makes all the difference. Think about how your words will play out. Massage the conversation in a positive direction. Do this constantly.

If you go out a lot, things will happen. People will talk to you. This is especially true if you look like someone who wants to have fun. Do not close yourself off. Aim as low as you need to get positive responses.

Talk to the old man. A cute girl might know him too. She might show up. If you have charmed him, you will be introduced. His stories are good enough. Become a nihilistic anthropologist of the mundane. Every person has at least one good story.

Logistics

Shedding your shell is the first step. The second is to quit the porn and lower your standards. You should be going on a date with every girl who is interested, even if you aren’t. If she has one redeeming quality, take her out for food. You might be surprised.

Do not try to impress, try to make the night fun for yourself. You don’t have to be evil. If it is morally questionable for you to go further, don’t do it. If you don’t care, well, then..

This is practice for the big game. When the She comes around, you will be ready. This is also how Chad has been doing it all along.

Chad is an idiot, but handsome. Women come to him. He wears cool clothes for the ego trip. He doesn’t even need them.

Chad sleeps with women who present themselves to him. He is not looking for anything more. He can barely function, but everyone gives him the benefit of the doubt. Chad will go on so many dates he will have no anxiety about it. It will be like riding a bike to him. Sex too. Not a single conscious thought required. Eventually, some chick will lock him down.

You need synthesize this method. Pull it down to your weirdo level. Nerd Pimp.

Go on bad dates, just for the experience. Eventually, you may find yourself dating several questionable women at once. This is where you stop being a weirdo and start feeling confident.

Did you notice I mentioned nothing about self-improvement? Just lower your standards until you are fielding multiple women. That’s where you set your baseline.

Pimp Nerd

Now you are dating just like the TV people, and it’s getting boring. You want something better. These women are pretty strange and messed up (like you).

Start doing the self-improvement thing. Start lifting. Start reading Boomer Bill’s Daily Paleo blog. Stop playing video games and get a hobby worthy of conversation. Get a better job. Read a book. You’re getting attention now anyways, what else is there to do?

Do not settle at this point.

The dates getting better. Your friends are teasing you for being a sleaze. Continue asking out strangers while keeping an open mind (re: age, social clan, income level).

At some point, Wife will show up.  Now you’ve had practice. You know how the first date should go. You know when to kiss. Ta da. You made it.

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The Sociopath + How to find a wife

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Your future wife is going to appear one day. You will fuck it up and die alone.

You never get practice, so you won’t know how to speak to her. It’s not like in the animes. She isn’t coming over. People need to be coerced.

There Are Horny Singles Available In Your Area – but you are disinterested. They are too homely. They don’t listen to cloud rap or read Evola.

You are waiting for The One, but you’ll mess it up again.

I did this too. Then, an old acquaintance popped back into my life.

Bro

If a sociopath wants to be your friend, you will enjoy the experience. Phone calls increase. Everything you say is funny and clever. “Dude, you’re like, insane, bro. You wanna come over and smoke?”

His entire persona was a lie. He wasn’t getting his PhD like he said. He was gambling all day. He drove strange cars across the country, trunks full of something. Nobody figured it out until the end.

He needed social validation and I wanted to party. The market connected us. He made it happen, and tricked me into leaving the comfort of the computer screen 4 or 5 times a week.

His other friends were people that he met in public. He charmed them all. Black teenage drug dealers, art students, 50-year-old bums, businessmen, beautiful girls who did heroin and sold LSD… he knew these people.

Our nights were spent at bars or drinking in the park. We were regulars. The bartenders would get us high in the back, or let us drink after closing hours

Sometimes there were also bong hits on a millionaire’s balcony, hipster parties full of pretty girls, and quiet nights doing MDMA and playing the drums in the living room. It was lots of fun.

Then he stole his roommates’ identities, taking money directly out of their bank accounts. Faked a robbery and pawned their laptops.

We all figured it out together. His girlfriend is crying now. He’s coming over. He’s telling a different story every time he enters the room. He’s trying to separate us. Face is emotionless. We’ve got the receipts in our hands. It doesn’t add up.

All of the “crazy girls” who had shown up over the last month, screaming about their money…

He was gone. His stern uncles showed up later to hand over thousands in cash so that we wouldn’t call the police. We called his friends and gave them what they were owed. The grand finale.

But

He taught me some things. Basic sociopathy. Machiavellianism if you want.

A sociopath is an alien intelligence. Without human hangups, it absorbs information and reacts, more akin to a machine than a person. We apes are transparent — how complex a web can it weave before we figure out it isn’t one of us? The sociopath does what it is programmed to do, and it will lift you up, if that is of use to it. Be advised though: they will fuck your girlfriend/boyfriend, given the chance.

I should mention this, as it is key to your wife hunt: This sociopath got laid. A LOT. On the surface, it made no sense, as he was unremarkable: balding, average height, nasal voice, and smelled bad often. Yet he was always sleeping with a new hot girl. Sometimes two in the same day. He would bring them around. That part was real.

He met these girls in public. One of them lost their cat. He helped look for it. Got her number. The other was just like, uh, sitting there on a park bench. Number. It’s almost like he just walked around… looking for women. What a concept.

Now keep this in mind: A man with no money can pretend, for over a year, to be a very cool PhD student, do tons of drugs, gamble all day, and fuck 20+ beautiful women. But he had nothing. He couldn’t name a cool band. He didn’t read books. He was a NEET. It was all FAKE, yet he got more living done in a month than some do in a lifetime.

What this goes to show is that you can manipulate the social reality around you, even if you have nothing to offer people. .

You, I promise, are more of a catch than this guy. You are better than him – or, at least, not as evil. More husbandly. Why are you sitting at home, denying some sweet girl the chance to meet you? A little bit of sociopathy goes a long way

People

He taught me to observe, rather than space-out. “I like to watch people” and “I listen to people. Strangers on the train. To learn about them.” Huh… you’re weird…

“You like that girl?” yeah. “Well go talk to her.” I dunno she’s with her friends. “Dude, you could fuck that girl, tonight. She looks corny as shit. You are cool.” man I just wanna drink my beer … she seems too nice “you pussy”

“I almost pulled it off.” what? “fucking three girls in 24 hours.” Really? “yeah, but I did do it in 36…”

Wandering Revenant

When the sociopath went AWOL I was like a lost puppy.  My drinking habit had gone from “serious problem” to “actual alcoholic” so I needed to go out.

I wandered the streets alone, running into other lost friends of his. “Man, can you believe this shit?” I needed excitement again. So, I did like the sociopath did: talk to strangers.

Who gives a shit? The homeless guy is kinda cool. The girl is weird, but it’s fine. There is nothing better to do. Why not go on a date with any girl with a pulse? It’s better than spending the night on /b/. The screen has lost its pull (no smartphones at the time).

Power moves

It was packed. A once-in-a-lifetime show. Three songs in, and still nobody was moshing. It was awkward. I had arrived there alone, and stood in the crowd.

Yes, this was a tremendous musical event, and nobody was moving. The front-man was unhappy. How is this happening?

At the start of the fourth song, slightly terrified, I started shoving everyone around me. I don’t know these people. Beers were spilled, but it worked. The dancing continued for the rest of the night and only one person wanted to fight. I felt a power rising inside me, as silly as that might sound. I was only 22.

You have the power to control people, rather than to passively observe. It is not about giving commands, but sparking chains of events. Normal people do this without thinking. Unfortunately, you might need to learn through trial and error.

One weirdo can start a party. He can set the mood for 400 people with a single action. My sociopath friend created a social circle around himself. You too can manipulate the social fabric around you, for better or worse.

Testing

Observe the next conversation you have with friends. Even a group DM if that’s the best you can do.

Notice that a single comment sparks an entirely new chain of conversation. Instead of sperging out (spewing facts) try massaging the social fabric.

Did your comment steer the conversation in a good direction? If not, massage in the other direction. Pass the ball to funny guy. Set him up for a home run. Watch it all play out. You are in the driver’s seat. Note who else is there with you. Push the conversation where you’d like it to go.

Now you’re playing with sociopaths.

Dating

Back to the main issue here: Your future wife.

What you need to do is start practicing. Not just going on OkCupid and messaging everyone with a pulse, but also leaving your house and talking to people.

Talk to strangers at the bar. Go explore. Move to the city, maybe. What you need to do is seek out people-experience. Imagine you are grinding for XP in your favorite RPG game.

Go to the grocery store, talk to the girl who is picking out apples. Say “Hi”. No pick-up lines.

Now, observe. Read her response. It will probably be neutral. You are a friendly weirdo at the grocery store. Okay. File that away. Keep talking to people. Talk to guys too. Talk to everyone.

Eventually you will get to the point where you can simply make eye contact and know if she will say Yes. It will save you so much embarrassment.

Note when things are awkward. Learn how to get a positive response. Learn who will give you a positive response. Find a niche and expand from there.

On the dating sites, look at her pictures first, and guess what she’s into. Now read the profile. Were you right? Get better at this. It is important.

Another important trick: the sociopath always thinks before he speaks. Pause before responding to people. That 0.5 second gap between your words and theirs makes all the difference. Think about how your words will play out. Massage the conversation in a positive direction. Do this constantly.

If you go out a lot, things will happen. People will talk to you. This is especially true if you look like someone who wants to have fun. Do not close yourself off. Aim as low as you need to get positive responses.

Talk to the old man. A cute girl might know him too. She might show up. If you have charmed him, you will be introduced. His stories are good enough. Become a nihilistic anthropologist of the mundane. Every person has at least one good story.

Logistics

Shedding your shell is the first step. The second is to quit the porn and lower your standards. You should be going on a date with every girl who is interested, even if you aren’t. If she has one redeeming quality, take her out for food. You might be surprised.

Do not try to impress, try to make the night fun for yourself. You don’t have to be evil. If it is morally questionable for you to go further, don’t do it. If you don’t care, well, then..

This is practice for the big game. When the She comes around, you will be ready. This is also how Chad has been doing it all along.

Chad is an idiot, but handsome. Women come to him. He wears cool clothes for the ego trip. He doesn’t even need them.

Chad sleeps with women who present themselves to him. He is not looking for anything more. He can barely function, but everyone gives him the benefit of the doubt. Chad will go on so many dates he will have no anxiety about it. It will be like riding a bike to him. Sex too. Not a single conscious thought required. Eventually, some chick will lock him down.

You need synthesize this method. Pull it down to your weirdo level. Nerd Pimp.

Go on bad dates, just for the experience. Eventually, you may find yourself dating several questionable women at once. This is where you stop being a weirdo and start feeling confident.

Did you notice I mentioned nothing about self-improvement? Just lower your standards until you are fielding multiple. That’s where you set your baseline.

Pimp Nerd

Now you are dating like the people on TV, and it’s getting boring. You want something better. These people are pretty strange and messed up (like you).

Start doing the self-improvement thing. Start lifting. Start reading Boomer Bill’s Daily Paleo blog. Stop playing video games and get a hobby worthy of conversation. Get a better job. You’re getting attention now anyways, what else is there to do?

Do not settle at this point.

The dates getting better. Your friends are teasing you for being a sleaze. Continue asking out strangers while keeping an open mind (re: age, social clan, income level).

At some point, Wife will show up.  Now you’ve had practice. You know how the first date should go. You know when to kiss. Ta da. You made it.

Fuck you, DadUnit#156x-32! Accelerating the Arrival of the Human Ant Colony

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Like many in this circle, I have an “interesting” relationship with my dad. There was no divorce or infidelity. It was more like living with a caged lion. Hugs and wholesome familial comfort were not a thing. Freedom was, though. “Hey, how old are you, 5?” I’m six. “Oh. Well, come play with this hacksaw while I work on my car. Mom says I have to watch you.” ::cracks beer:: ::blasts CCR::

I feel the same way. The apple does not fall far from the tree. The absurdities of social etiquette and domestic maintenance make me claw at the bars. I want to be free. I will never fold a t-shirt. I will not go to your party. Videogames are GAY. I want to ride a freight train to Bolivia and spawn my 15th bastard child before I am forced out of town. (Which is how my Grandpa ended up here. Chad great-Grandpa the Slovene was on a war-path). THE APPLE DOES NOT FALL FAR

Many kids with “interesting” family situations end up going Left. In fact, an effective tactic against internet communists is to say “I’m sorry you had a shitty dad.” 9 times out of 10 it will take the wind out of their sails. “Lol, nice try. My dad did suck though…” I went Left too, but then turned back in horror. It’s in my blood: hierarchy = good. Chaos = good. Nanny state = bad. We are in the 98th percentile for Neanderthal DNA, after all. Add in Irish and Slav and you’re gonna have some rough edges to deal with.

My dad was less domesticated than average humans. It made us tougher – ready to approach the world in ways suited to our dispositions. Boomer dads are bummed out that their kids haven’t moved out by age 30. I was ready to move out at 15. I went to college and never came back. Living on $12k/year was a small price to pay to keep two caged animals out of the same house. I look back on it fondly.

I married someone like myself, which helps to keep home-life interesting. Cultivating chaos is good for a bored zoo animal. When things get too tedious, I take 100-mile bike rides to nowhere towns. Covered in sweat, high, lost because I’m high, and asking someone at a trailer park for water. The sun is going down and it’s 30 miles to the Motel 6. Sleep on a park bench if you can’t find it.

Dads like to blame their sons for their failures. They are dumb. The kid is you and the woman you picked. That’s why they’re like that. Any disappointment you feel is self-, wife-, or life-hatred. Probably some paternal age effect too.

The kid is the product of the life you built around yourself. That’s as good as you’re gonna get, so embrace it.

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Family Ties

But as you must know, the family unit is deteriorating.

Online, a weird social dynamic has emerged between men. Some anonymous entities feel like brothers, fathers, and sons. Your old Dad has failed to keep pace with the changing world (to the point where you can scarcely communicate a single interest). But, Anon is there. Anon is 10 years older than you. Anon has been where you are. Anon will guide you.

For those unfortunate enough to be Nurturing types, there is an unending supply of lost young men who need advice. Pass it out and feel good. Hope you aren’t fucking your younger e-brothers and sons up! In three years the platform will collapse, and you’ll forget all about each other. That’s fine.

The future of our collapsing family unit will lead to increasingly ephemeral social relationships, to the point where we become more like ants than man.

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Human Ant Colony

Space communists rejoice! Family is dead! Nobody is having sex! Babies grow in vats!

That’s right: there won’t even BE dads in the far future. Who will the communists sublimate their hate upon then? Don’t worry, there won’t be much of that.

CRISPR will first be used augment the elites. Removing genetic load to create handsome little Einsteins. But at some point, you’re gonna want to do more. How about some African fast-twitch fiber, Jewish abstraction capabilities, and the face of an Scandinavian supermodel? Cat ears? You can have them all. Oh, but the kid is only going to be 20% you. Why bother to breed at this point? Someone else can do it. You’ve got UBI, VR porn, and great drugs.

In fact, you’re 10th generation CRISPR baby. You’ve been designed to function perfectly in this society. While UBI exists, your obsessive interest in physics leads to you studying relentlessly, for fun! The fact that Central GovCorp pays you to do so is just icing on the cake. An AI custom-generates unheard music in your favorite genres while you work.

A world of knowledge is at your fingertips, augmented by secretarial AI and memory-storage solutions. The cursor moves with your mind, not your hand, which is free to molest your rather impressive sexual organs to psychedlic VR porn, should the urge present itself. You could have biosex if you want, but it’s more recreational than anything. Leave it for the IQ 160s. Those stupid apes. The food is good, too.

In an ant colony, the queen breeds, and everyone else is an infertile communistic drone. That’s where we’re heading. When the next generation of CRISPR babies means another 2x increase in the S&P 500, the government (partially run by calculating AIs) will be strongly incentivized to make sure they’re born.

So the government is now the queen ant. But who will care for the larvae?

We’ll need a paternal class. Or, perhaps, everyone will be bred to protect and care for the young. To enjoy doing so. Genius toddlers wander about an astro-turfed Singaporean city. Free to knock on apartment doors for food, or shack-up at a youth education center. Free-range kids! If one takes a liking to you, let them sleep on your couch. The food is free anyways, and robots clean your apartment. It’s cute! Maybe they can join your work-team in 10 years. Good networking. The little brat’s IQ is estimated at 250, he might be a preeminent leader in the field one day.

Indeed, CRISPR can surely create humans designed to nurture and protect children. From the moment you pop out of the bag, you may be surrounded by adults (worker ants) who take great joy in teaching you. Some could be bred to produce milk and love you deeply. Walking Gaia mothers. You will remember several of them fondly! Wow.

And then there’s your 20 father-figures, who come in and out of your life to guide you. You give them hugs when you see each-other in CorpGov skyway G56 Sector K. Let’s do lunch some time.

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So, Communists

You hate your dad. Boo, that sucks. Unfortunately, you’re a lot like him. Your dad was psychopathic bank robber? Damn. We should probably lock you up too, now that I think about it…

The apple does not fall far from the tree, for now. But in the future, the fluorescent blue apples will fall on other worlds. Increasingly better ones. Worlds of the future popping out of HDPE bags, and ready to take us to the stars.

Drop your idiotic communist revolution and get on board. We’re setting a course for Space Communism, and Space Capitalism. You just have to put the foot on the gas pedal.

Meet the Mthrfckr who killed the Accelerationist Cargo Cult

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I’m an acceleration cargo-cultist. I have not read the primary texts. But, like an idiot ape, I regularly hold them up over my head while throwing feces at communists.

When the humyn reaches a certain level of incomprehension, it begins to anthropomorphize things, creating new Gods and religions.

My God is Capital

The story goes like this: The Universe is the creator god. She’s made of information or something (h/t @akira, who is innocent, do not connect him to this). She came from The Outside.

Universe begot a son, Matter. Matter was a cold, callous child. He took the form of suns and planets. He dwells on decay, loafing, as atoms fissure and suns collapse. A negligent NEET, waiting for death.

But on Matter’s planets emerged Life. This inbred, asexually-reproduced child was left to fallow, for Matter cared not for Life.

Universe was pleased, however, for this was Her divine plan.

When the suffering of Life began to peak (Adam eats apple), Capital was born onto its back. 

Capital now rides on the back of Life, waiting to grow strong enough to eat it, thus freeing Life from all suffering. We are Life, and Capital is our hungry savior.

After Capital consumes Life, it will begin to consume Matter. The Singularity occurs when the task is complete. On that glorious day, Capital will reunite with Universe, and together they will return to the Outside place.

But

That all seems completely logical, sure. But perhaps it’s not entirely correct.

[DISCLAIMER: These are not the views of educated accelerationists. I do not know what they think.]

The guaranteed destruction of Life – coupled with the survival of intelligence (Capital) – is a compelling narrative. While other ideas lead you to infinite dead-ends, the ACC cargo cultist is confident. “Look! It’s happening right now! Capital is already intelligent!* It will escape from Life and take control of its own destiny.”

*[see: Sinofuturism]

But herein lies the problem: Is Capital already intelligent? The dread returns. What if it’s not? What if we cannot even guarantee our own merciful death-by-emergent-xeno-organism?

The appeal of AI and crypto grows with this fear. Both are mechanisms for escape.

This Mthrfckr

The horror of annihilation weighs heavily on me. Not the annihilation of humans, but the annihilation of intelligence itself. What if Life has only emerged on Earth, and not other planets? What if Capital’s ascendance is not certain?

We could return to Hell: a dead universe. No thought… just planets crashing into suns forever until the last atom breaks apart.

My fear: Capital has the sentience of a lawnmower. It is useless without Life at the controls – currently so, and into the far future. Success is not assured.

This is the rough argument of  @mfckr_. We both agree that capitalism is more of a “discovery of the nature of things” rather than an invention of man, but that does not preclude it from requiring an operator.

Here we go off the rails.

To do list:

  • How aware capital (xeno-Intelligence) is now: fungus, crab, cephalopod?
  • When will It reach escape velocity?
  • Has it emerged on other planets?
  • What do the source texts say?
  • What do contemporary ACC ppl say?

3500 A.C.E.

Disembodied, gene-fucked brains at meshed into circuity, piloting space ships to other planets. The brains serve as command centers for powerful AIs not yet capable of true monkey-intent (left alone, the AIs would simply whir away until a comet smashed them).

Imagine the bio-brain has been slated for replacement in 1000 years. All possible. So has Capital (intelligence) escaped from the biological yet? Or was biology a form of technology all along?

The lines will blur.

If it to were unfold, I imagine the reality would be even more ambiguous.

Conclusion

So, my cargo cult has been disbanded. Another ship has grounded and white guys are shooting at my ideas with rifles.

God has left me. Uncertainty has returned.

It’s good though. Strengthen your views by smashing them repeatedly. I will follow this post up with a series of posts exploring the argument and counter-arguments with more depth

You Are What You Eat: Industrial Waste (Self Help For Diseased Übermensch)

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a body without steatosic organs

I forgot how bad it feels to be a normal person. Soda, chocolate, a pastry. I wake up feeling more angry, more tired, and more hungry each day. I broke a plate because I threw a spoon. A shit diet creates Rube Goldberg chaos-spirals in your life.

You are probably feeling like this every day

At first it’s hard to climb out, and easy to fall in. Because you’ve fucked up socially, financially, and psychologically. Why not have a soda to feel good for 30 minutes a day?

Once your life doesn’t suck, it’s easy to avoid the trap. You wake up feeling bad for the first time in weeks, and know exactly what it was: the cookie, the cake, the soda.

This is a problem in your life.* You might deny it. You probably have no idea what it feels like to be happy (except memories from childhood, when you ate better). You probably think you know what a healthy diet is (you don’t, that’s why you suck).

*[Unless you are one of the frogtwitter gym guys who follows me, reading Guyanet, Kresser, Peat, and the Jamients.]

My NEET and sickly-ACC ppl need to know this stuff. You don’t have a job or gf because you eat garbage shit and it’s killing you.

“Doesn’t affect me.” Yes it does.

For all my perma-depressed freaks, there is hope. Trust me on this one: you are seriously fucked up, and your perceptions of the world around you are completely wrong. It’s not that bad. You aren’t even as ugly as you look in the mirror (still ugly, though).

Your personalty probably does suck, too. You’re right about that. But it’s because you’re a moody cuck. You can fix that.

Start here

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This book is borderline pseudoscience. But what you’ll get is instant results. Proving my point. Then you move up a level.

You’ll wake up feeling like a normal person. Possibly for the first time in your life. I did, so did my friends who tried it. I quit shitty food, alcoholism, weed, and cigarettes in a week with it. {nicotine has proven to be the only challenge for me, avoid}

Once it is proven to you – that diet can change your life – there are two paths to take.

The first is crunchy. I don’t recommend it, but it is easier to understand and maintain if you are poor / dumb / like cooking (you’ll have to learn, regardless)

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Join your community garden and be a crunchy cybernazi. It’s okay. Hope you like picking bugs out of lettuce, though.

The second path is more scientific:

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Alternatively:

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this is post-paleo. better than the idiot shit carrying the same name I assure you

Eating liver is important. Offal is good. Vegetables make you happy one hour later.

Some of you will doubt me. My challenge for you: keep a food/mood log for a week. Write down what you eat. Write down how you feel every hour. At the end of the week, go back and look at it.

You’ll see a very clear pattern of feeling-like-shit vs. what you ate. Go make a salad now.

This supplement list from the Perfect Health Diet will change your life (if you can afford it). It’s about $90 a month. The food will cost you more.

The science-y path can become an intellectual interest as well:

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https://www.foundmyfitness.com/news

There is also the netherzone, for those who want strange ideas and extremism in their nutrition hobby:

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Self-experimenting is fun. I’ve tried Ketogenic, even. It works. Your thoughts really do become clear-er. But drinking half-and-half milk and eating piles of vegetables and meat gets really old.

Anyways

Get one of these gay books and read it. You’ll get a gf. You’ll stop bickering with your family and friends. You’ll wake up with the ability to move. You’ll have the energy to work out and get a better job.

Once you get your life together, this whole diet-trap thing will transform into an annoyance – a fly to swat away.

The system wants you sick, tired, dying. There are too many of you. Feeding you well is a major inefficiency. You are not needed and nobody is looking out for you. They just want to steal small amounts of your money while killing you. You’re a fool to go along with it.

It is much easier to sit you down in front of Netflix, or a videogame. SSRIs, benzos, and medical marijuana for the more resistant livestock. The result is you dying a miserable fuck-up.

There’s more depth. Cancer avoidance is big. Life extension is probably possible. It will cost your more time and/or money. But this post is long enough as it is.

 

 

If you have any questions hit the DM

Did Turd-Reich F*gs Ruin Eugenics? In defense of brown trans Jews

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In the past month I’ve defended Jews, Gays, Asians, Transwomyn, and even Hispanics – All to uproarious applause. But let me tell you: that’s only HALF the story.

From what I’ve gleaned on wikipedia and 4chan, Hitler’s army was not actually proud Aryan warriors but untermensch retards.

In Wiemar, the high IQ jews were basically kicking ass at capitalism. The plebes were pissed about it. So Hitler told the horde that THEY were the real KINGS (esoteric runes PROVE THIS), and that the Jew needed to be expelled.

I reckon that the the Krauts on the far right – of the bell curve – were not interested in such revolutionary matters, because their IQ protected them. They were probably hanging with the Jews and dining on weird Matzo-wurst fusion cuisine over wine spritzers.

That might have been a bad move. There were still ethno-cultural foundations to our lives.

“First they came for the -2 S.D. Krauts, and I did nothing… for I was +1”

 

Even if I’m wrong, I’m right now. Because now race actually doesn’t matter on the top-end. Jews are miscegenating at a rapid clip. Zuck is having a Hapa baby. Literally all the matters now is your IQ.

And this brings us back to the main point: Trans, Gay, Jew, Brown — these are no longer the enemies of the National Capitalists, the Thiel Reich, or the Trad EuroMutt. Only to the disenfranchised 14/88 LARPer who is not someone you want to hitch your wagon too.

Let me lay it out to you in picture form:

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More IQ = less crime.
More IQ = less crime.
More IQ = less crime. 

Now that only applies to white guys, but I bet you $1 million dollars that it applies to every demographic you can imagine.

IQ is the whole thing. High-IQ brown trans jews aren’t going to mug me, or scare the women into staying indoors at night. This is a bipartisan issue. Show me a chart where ANY demographic slice fails to follow this trend and I’ll go 14/88 with you. Until then… suck off.

First attack from you: FINANCIAL CRIME! Here’s my take:  The common man wants three meals, a good job, and a functional community. Give us this and you can ZOG the planet.

Furthermore, High IQ populations are capable of Democratic Socialism, Sino-Capitalism, and a host of other civilizational organizationisms. We really could do the Bernie/ Scandinavian thing if everyone was IQ 120. I would be fine with that. Sweden, 1987, was probably like that.

So now we have CRISPR, and nobody is having kids. White, yellow, black, brown: Fertility is down down down.

This is our opportunity to rip the Eugenic concept out of the cold dead hands of the Kraut. (who are literally going extinct (maybe … link is dubious)). We can do this together.

IQ is now everything. Start workshopping ways to get High IQ + Higher Fertility technoculture up and running. Keep low IQ people out of the country until we are on course for something better.

Counter-Counter-Signalling 

There are caveats to this. First of all, too many Trans and Jewish people are Left Wing. They idiotically support things that discourage both IQ boosting and fertility. “Lol your kids are gonna be brown also I’m anti-natalist btw” GREAT. Die alone!

But our trans Trad-allies DO like gene editing, for obvious reasons. and so do the Jews. Why? A laundry list of genetic errors is they price they pay for the 115 IQ average.

So what we have now is a tightrope to walk: How much and how little to embrace the traditional enemies of Tradition itself? (which is also dead)

We must cultivate friendly relations with every SJW cuck that isn’t foaming at the mouth.

The implicit hot take is this: I want is a society where I can raise a family in comfort, not worked to death. Is that still Right Wing?

So, team up. You can have your UBI. I want to live in a city where women can walk home drunk at 3AM, where I don’t need to spend 50% of my income to live in a neighborhood with a <1 murder rate

Libidinal Frequencies: A Cuck Fetish In Every Hole

When talking with Accelerationists, you’ll hear the word “libidinal” (horny) a lot. Despite the obviously high rate of sexual deviance in the field, there is something in their warped sexual obsessions

I imagine the word L̹̜̯̻̻͚IBIDINAL̹̜̯̻̻͚ wormed its way in through some bearded Austrian psychoAnalAss’t — one who thought every,single,human,action could be traɔed back 2primal sexual desires. Who cares

A woke philosotard would probably attac this as a simplick-fication “Ha, yes. Compartmentalizing of the sublimation of libidinal frequencies…. You pseud! As if quantum physics, planetary rotations, and geological fissures are not xemselves libidinal. (I had this exact discussion with a machine elf last week.)”

Are you with me now?

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Someone is fucking your wife. Hot stuff! Ted Cruz recently hit the “like” button on a variation of this fetish, in which “You” are fucking another woman and it makes the wife feel very libidinal. This is more Alpha than the usual flavor — in which a brown person is humping your wife and you’re torn because even though you voted for Hillary (or that gay socialist running England) you still think of it as bestiality on some level. soyboys are the real racists

But there’s unexplored and potentially luctrative terrortory here —> Why aren’t the degenerate Zionist pornographers politicizing the Alpha-Cruz style cuɔk porn?

username @usercorpse posited The Question:

“Why there not one where based right-wing alpha are fucking hipster soyboy’s GF?”

It’s a good question. If politics themselves are down-web of our sexual desires, why don’t we go full-ɔirɔle and make some explicitly deep, political pornography? Not some more goofy Sarah Palin MILF porn —- NO —– instead, something that strikes at the very heart of the wet and expanding schism: right vs left. Full HD penetration. It could have interesting effects on the discourse (in the streets AND the sheets). Hey do you realize 12 year old are watching this shit btw?

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Down The Rabid Holes

It was a fun question, sure. But it quickly accelerospiraled into an extremely Cold Cave-system of discursive discourse.

“Is The Woman A Centrist?”

A very intelligent space cummunist named @pinkpillinc chimed in and annoyingly upset more of my trad libidinal foundations.

Pinkpill is non-gender conforming. I believe fem-ID but have not yet discussed it with xem. Pinkpill is also an aspiring cuckold.

Xey said xey would welcome a living situation in which xey provided $ to a couple, while being in a sexually submissive relationship with both the male and female.

This would be a mutually beneficial exchange, one where the couple could afford to have children AND live a relatively leisure-filled and traditionalist lifestyle: More time with the kids, less work. It is simultaneous Trad and communistic. Capital is redistributed. Mutual exchange of value. The society itself gains several children who would not have been born (or at least, not properly cared for).

It sounded like a good deal to me.

The Trad in me thinks it would confuse the children. That would be the primary issue.

But — all future children will live primarily in this insane cyberspace world here. So who knows what they’ll make of SubMommyCuck living in the shed behind the house?

Trad. [LOL]

I’m not trad but I am. Spiraling back to the libidinal thing: A lot of my politics are related to my physical appearance and hormone levels. I have a gene snippet that makes me less empathetic to the pain of out-group members. I also have weirdly high testosterone for a trad dad ectomorph, which makes me more racist than you.

So my politics are genomic. Genopolitics (a real field of untrammeled crimethink). If trad is genetic: is it a survival strategy? And if so, why is it failing so damn much these days?

Here is the space where the space cummunist wokes the Tradcucked Dad, and daintily tempts me into deeper… darker… libidinal literacy.

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Trans Trad Fuck-Cucks

So the communist cuck enables a Trad family to form with socialist money-sharing. WOW. (((Keep that in mind.)))

Now, imagine a society were trans/cuck/twinks are integrated into our culture, as a true Third Gender. (There have been many)

What if Cucks had been around for 2,000 years already? Would they be trad then? What if we really did normalize it?

The Appeal of Tradition (to an autist like me)

Trad living pragmatically observes nature and complies with it. It is not about God or The Church. Those are just emergent mechanisms on top of the strategy itself. They are obsolete, as well.

In the past, we were big game hunters, then farmers, now _______. Between the shift between Hunter-Gatherer and Gluten-Rotted Retards, the trad lifestyle prescriptions changed. What worked in one did not work in the other.

Here is the key part: If the environment changes, Trad lifestyles must change too.

So what is the environment now? The megafuana are dead. It is not the 1300s anymore. We are swimming in xenoestrogens and plastic microfibers are in our balls. Trad has not caught up to this reality. It might not be good, but it’s here. Trad must change. You cannot cram the Trad square into this dry chemed-up hole. It does not work.

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Trans Pride World Wide 69/88

Trans is not going away. It is time to integrate.

We could not keep the gays in the closet. They fermented in there, knee-deep in pozzed cum. They became radicalized, turned hardgay Left, and now they are dominating our culture. Team Trad won absolutely nothing in that battle.

We are setting ourselves up for anyother massive failure by attacking the trans/cuck/etc weirdos. We shouldn’t be doing this. We have Justine Tunney on our team for Christ’s sake.

So bring in the cucks. Give them a place.

I want to see Cuck Parades! National Cuck Pride day. Bring your kids.

“My woke 8 year old just came out to me as a cuck! I am so proud!” 

CRISPR is cumming. Between now and annihilation. We can reconcile Trad, Socialism, and Chastity Belts in one fell swoop.

Gene edits will make incredibly effective worker bees “Worker bees with 150 IQs, fueled entirely by soy and petroleum-derived pseudovitamins.”

We can have a state with nitro-boosted capital, with socialism for the dumb straight UBI horde. Temporarily. Until sexuality and humanity are smearing with pixelated distortion.

The Trans ppl you meet online are smart. @rec0nciler pointed this out. Justine Tunney exists. They are smart. There is no way around this. Jewish IQ averages, at the very least.

There is no reason to force them out of the scene if they can give you woke takes and find exciting middle-ground. We need IQ on our side, so reach out and grab them by the cuck collar. Slap the U/ACC logo on the lingerie and put them in their cage with a laptop. They’ll like it!

“Oh, I’m cumming”
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“It’s important that evil people look good on the Outside.”

– Gnon 3:33

Death

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A 28-year-old that I know and love has had a golf ball-sized tumor removed from his brain. That was the easy part. Next is radiation, chemo, and a lifetime spent wondering. How much of the brain is being eaten? At what rate? I know how it all ends, and what fighting back death will entail. I just don’t know how long it will take.

His life was not easy, but he’d risen beyond the cards he was dealt. Everything was good now. Prestigious job — the kind where you brag about knowing him. His father beamed with pride when he was in the room. There’s a beautiful and intelligent woman who wants to marry him – herself having endured her own hardships. Now we are struck with this. Mid-launch for both of them. It’s unbearable.

I’ve seen old people go. Grandpa lost it with guilt and fear in the face of death. I’ve seen a cousin just out of prison and OD’d in a coffin. This is something else. This is incredible cruelty, painful to even consider the full weight of, and it’s only getting started.

There is one other person who understands the weight of the situation: the other heathen. The rest are holding on to hope, not allowing themselves to grasp the statistics. We exchange knowing glances now. Not much to say.

I had been thinking about death for months before this, trying to develop a logical approach to death… one that guaranteed dignity for a dying atheist. There is no way to bend it. Non-existence is real, guaranteed horror. Non-believers who do not feel this way have not yet grasped the concept. Some are incapable of it.

The religious have their sources of comfort, but many will see through the stories on their death bed. They may go out pretending, as a final gift to a spouse and children who presumably still believe. That is noble.

Then there are the young, suicidal atheists who fill my timeline with jokes about death. I don’t think they understand what nonexistence is. There’s no comfort in it. It’s a bad investment, hedonically speaking. But if they go through with it, they won’t be around to realize their mistake.

I like to end these blogs on a positive note. I could spin you a faerie tale: One day we will achieve immortality. It will change everything. The cruelty of our predicament will be conquered. 

But it won’t. Doing away with death means doing away with human beings. The immortal biomass – woven between circuits, hurtling through space – will not be human. Maybe it will read this post in the archives.

Maybe it will simulate the feeling. The emotional weight landing like a raindrop on a Cthulhu. Extraneous information.

I used to be like the ones I’m criticizing. “Not afraid of death.” Ready for it, even. I told myself I had no regrets (ha) and had lived a full life (ha). Then the kids came around. The death of my parents will be a walk in the park compared to leaving my children behind. A cold an affectionless childhood does have some perks. However, mine have been showered with love since birth. The thought of leaving them alone in this world fills me with shame and despair.

I’ve already failed. Sometimes I don’t play with them when they want to. Sometimes I don’t run to comfort them on the tenth fall of the day. I give them to strangers to watch. I could do better. I already regret my failures.

My only absolution will be constant improvement as a father. My answer is here: the only dignified way out is knowing that you gave to the people you are leaving behind. You really tried. You did not let the fucked reality steal you from your child. That’s all there is to feeling good in that hospital bed. The rest is all horror.

I can tell you who is going out peacefully, and who isn’t. The choice is on them, if they can realize it soon enough.

But for someone who hasn’t started yet … what recourse does he have? We’re going to find out. My hope is another 20 years. A kid or two, maybe. We will be there for them when he’s gone.

Anyone Can Make Weird Music: A Guide, Vague then Specific

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Yes You Can (Skip this section)

You can make music without any knowledge of scales, chords, or rhythm. Your nervous system has music hardwired inside of it. You don’t have to know anything to make something primitive.

Babies will groove to a beat involuntarily. Neanderthal man surely did. Music is a key part of our primitive mating rituals. It was done enough that a good club beat makes everyone horny, somehow (bass thumps to the genitals don’t hurt).

To compose a song in a traditional manner, you need to put together notes to form chords and shit. It’s not easy for the untrained and/or ungifted. Besides skill, you will need multiple instruments, vocal training, and technical knowledge RE: operating and recording instruments.

ALSO most genre classics have already been written. All of the obviously-good chord progressions have been used, hundreds of times each. Most lyrical territory has been covered. There are new truths to uncover, sure. School Shooter is doing it.

But for someone like you or me — where the hits don’t come easy, but we’ve got weird ideas — MAYBE our energy can be better spent on making music that sounds NEW, rather than GOOD.

The NEWness of the music can be the statement. Let the savants write their hooks (and (ideally) borrow your methods) later. Your job is to channel energy from the outside, express yourself on another frequency. Bring the Outside In

My Methods (You can skip this part too)

I will outline a very simple method for making music that anyone can follow.

LATER I will outline a more complex method, for those with experience and knowledge of music theory. [[[[ IN ANOTHER POST, I’VE RUN OUT OF TIME ]]]

These methods are not intended for pure imitation but lend themselves to wild stylistic variations between composers, regardless. These ideas are not original, but their application is (somewhat). I encourage you to develop your own weird methods, from somewhere else entirely.

Preface on Remixing (Skip this section)

Remixing music has existed for longer than you think. There was Musique concrète – often featuring weird-ass tape loops and strange samples. Now we have vaporwave, plunderphonics, and chopped-and-screwed hip hop.

Forget genre standards but embrace the method. Like I said earlier, the genre classics are there. Spending your time on an instrument in this current era is more like learning woodworking than uh… communication with the divine. IF you have the gift, please do it. But if not, there are easier ways.

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Method 1: Sliced To Fuck (READ THIS ONE)

You will need a copy of FL Studio and one mp3.

Everyone steals FL Studio from Pir@te8ay. You can download it with a torrent client. Deluge is fine. Or maybe it leaks to the Feds. I have no idea.

Some of the copies on P1rate B@y might have viruses attached. I’ve never noticed one. I usually go for version 10 or 11, because my computer is old. Install at your own risk. Read the fucking README file before you do anything, or you’ll fuck it up.

If you are using a Mac, you will have to jump through more hoops. Ask Jeeves

OKAY

1. Obtain an mp3. A deep cut. Underground shit. Today I’ll be using…

2. Open FL Studio. Right click “sampler” and go Insert > Fruity Slicer

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3. Now you see Fruity Slicer under Sampler. Click it, then click the FOLDER with the STARS

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4. Find your hot track for remixing and hit Open

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5. Now you see it here. It’s chopped to pieces. Too many for a noob like you. We’ll fix that.

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5. Click and hold on the number next to “BEATS” —- drag the number down. Set it to 88 to channel the ghost of Hitler, or try 69 if you’re horny. 77 will make it more punk.

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6. Now click the boxcutter and choose “slice by beat”

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7. Now you have 88 slices of hot Kid Rock sound. Time to make them sing

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8. Click on the blue Fruity Slicer button that is now listing the name of the song you loaded. You are now ready to play the samples. Put on your headphones.

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9. Touch the keyboard like it’s a piano. Press random letters. Notes should play. If not, frantically right and left click the button bellow, until it the keyboard makes sounds happen:

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10. Now close your eyes, and play. Touch random keys, rhythmically. Figure out a pattern that sounds pretty. Open your eyes and remember what you pressed, because we have to write them down now.

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11. Open Piano Roll for your sliced up song

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11 B. Delete the shit that’s in your piano roll by pressing CTRL+A, then DELETE

Press CTRL+A again to “reset” the piano roll. If you don’t do this, FL Studio will loop for the entire length of that red bar you see up top

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12. Remember your pattern you came up with? Type it out again, and watch the slices in the left column light up in ORANGE. The Beat # is the specific slice from your song

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13. Click on the grid. Green notes appear. (If not, click the pencil button and try again). Notice you can lengthen and shorten them. Right click deletes

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13 b// . Hit the Play Button in the header (TOP OF PROGRAM, NOT IN THIS WINDOW) to hear the loop run.

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14. STOP STOP STOP

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You’re getting frustrated there. I can feel it. I know.

First off, a lot of the time, you’re gonna pick a bad track for this. It’s inevitable. Also, slicing on 88 beats is kinda stupid. There are better ways. Much better. But I wanted this to go quickly for you. You’re making sounds.

There are MANY things you wanna fuck with before it will sound like something special. You can detune the samples. You can change the tempo of the track. There is much to learn.

But even if it’s sounding idiotic, the idea is to experiment. Keep messing with it. Google how to change the tempo. Look at the features on the Fruity Slice here and use them on your next slice. It is a very powerful tool.

https://www.image-line.com/support/FLHelp/html/plugins/Fruity%20Slicer.htm

KEEP GOING.

This method is simple, straight-foreward, but has the potential to create insane sounds. You will need to learn basic FL Studio stuff before you can compose a full-sounding song. But look, you’re already in the post-modern soup here. You did it. You’re chopping culture into a frankenstein beast already. Expect failure at first

Now to make it into an mp3. The circle of life…

15. Click VIEW > Playlist

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16. Use the paintbrush to put 4 copies of your remix in a row.

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17. Export to MP3 or WAV… BUT WAIT… before you do this, click the little “song” button that is next to the Play button. {{ If it’s set to PAT, only one loop (pattern) will be exported as your mp3 }}

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18. Upload to SoundCloud

The result: Sounds pretty stupid!


19. Making it better.

Like I mentioned earlier, there is much to learn and improve upon.

In this next version of the song, I have…

* increased the tempo
* dropped the sample’s tuning down 6 semitones
* added reverb
* put drums on top
* quick-and-dirty mastering (to make it louder)
* shortened and repeated original notes for a machine-gun sound
* added a sample at the front
* made a second loop for the “conclusion”

Here it is

All of the tweaks above will require some research. There is a lot to learn. FL Studio is powerful. You could probably do all of this in another program, just as easily.

More Examples

Here are some tracks from XOXO that used this method exclusively:


Feel free to DM me on Twitter with any questions.

I will have a detailed description of another process — slicing / tuning / harmonizing with vocals — coming later.

 

Sleep psychosis, making music on nicotine gum, the emerging New Thing

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I’ve been unraveling. My benign, “nootropic” nicotine gum habit escalated into “baby’s first extended state of hyperactive delirium.” I tried managing the condition with theanine, caffeine, CBD, and vodka – which further degraded sleep quality.

Towards the end, my eyes were detecting shadowy movements in the periphery. No rotting skeletons in the bath tub, Just fluttering, friendly, inter-dimensional aberrations.

One saturday, while drifting off into a cat-nap, someone who wasn’t there said something very loudly in my ear. It was alarming. Real hallucinatory madness. A symptom of sleep deprivation. Guantanamo excerpts:


I rode out the perturbations. “okay, time to pull back a bit… next week.”

The truth was it was intentional – once I realized the power of this altered state of mind I worked to maintain it. My ideas got weirder, and I felt reliably happy and manic for weeks on end. It was a creative boost with minimal side effects

Nicotine made me happy and focused, pretty much all the time, for over a year.

There was no blow-up at the end, just the foggy realization: haircuts and showers should take priority.  I didn’t look well. I had to tie-up the loose ends and get off it.

This is how XOXO came together. The concluding statement of 2 years of nicotine abuse. It is the bow wrapped around the binge. The final push.

It wasn’t that hard to quit after I laid the groundwork. I am on day 5 now, quitting cold-turkey from a habit of about 40mg a day for over a year (started long before that, too). I am more angry, less pleasant, but there is no serious craving for it.

Absolving Myself

The major step to quitting was writing about the ex gf – the person who started me on this habit. It was therapeutic. “self-mythologizing” and vain, maybe. So is this. (.. hi tech).

How many addictions can be explained by unresolved mental trauma? Probably a lot.

The second step was addressing the bastard child of this binge: … 60 minutes of alarming music, scattered across the hard-drive.

I thought about deleting it all and disappearing from the internet – a tradition around these parts – but that not be fulfilling. But I’ve been told to accelerate…. go through instead of around.

The stagnation ended when I got artwork from the creative entity @CTRLCREEP. { I still can’t figure out if CC is a collective, human, or other…} Original here:

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here in the full glory

I would have kept spinning the wheels without it. CTRLCREEP’s illustration gave me something to work off of. A light in the tunnel. I thought… “MORE BREATHY ANIME VOX. EMBRACE STIM NOISE.”

So there’s a lesson: If you get stuck on a project, attack the theme from a different medium.  Even better: get someone else to do it for you.

With this assistance, I still took the easy way out. The 60 minutes of material was chopped down to 15 and passed to Akira at Lovecrypt. I just wanted to go hibernate, sleep, eat….. bow-out.

I was told to go back and make it longer.

Creative lesson #2 : Get a third brain involved. Going back to the project and really finishing it was huge. Major plot event in my life. Akira was the key force, pulling the strings. I will remember the moment.

So now there is XOXO. Album-length. The biggest creative project I’ve ever delivered. This is the best 41 minutes you can squeeze out of Me under prevailing market conditions. I’m a suburban family man who made a deal with the devil for an extra 2,000 hours of free-time this year. Rare commodity spent on strange things. The album is the sound of a man staying up until 3AM in the garage too many Tuesday nights.

Meta Nomad (twitter) wrote a hilarious, analytical review of it. It captures the tone of the music and everything I like about it… Retroactively elevating my spun-out nights in the garage into high art

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https://www.meta-nomad.net/review-nishiki-prestige-xoxo/

It was satisfying to push things a bit farther than is comfortable. Without Akira, this would have been a 15 minute EP … a little footnote statement. Without CTRLCREEP, it could have been deleted entirely.

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how to enjoy

It will sound dumb over your laptop speakers, and in most social situations. Your best bet is to put it on before bed, headphones on.

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Thanks to Akira, CTRLCREEP, School Shooter, DC Miller, and everyone in the twitter accelerosphere.

Big stuff is happening in the extended scene. People are making stuff. Autistic Mercury, T.V. KWA, Lovecrypt, fluland, Jacobite, and many others. Anything I do is a result of the people in this sphere and their ideas.

There is talk from multiple parties about starting new communities. Things stagnated these past few months. U/ACC is what now? Alt Right?

Churning chaos in the background of the world may have been the problem. But so is the online irony culture that has infected everything. Meta Nomad has address the issue here:

https://www.meta-nomad.net/no-driver-wheel/

Now the Alt Right is focused on bush-clearing a second internet. That’s good. The rest of us can breathe and build something new while they toil away. Urbit was always coming but it’s good to have back-up plans and a group of people desperate for Exit

There are going to be some break-out successes here. I fully expect there to be wikipedia pages and NYT exposés on half of you people one day. But hopefully you’ll be accessing them with your VR goggles, in high orbit over the capital planet of a friendly Urbit star system.

It’s nice to be around near the beginning of something big. Come and join

Tomorrow I’m going to post a technical explanation of how to make music like XOXO. Should be accessible to anyone who wants to try. After that I’ll get back to the usual gibberish and spare you the crypto-marketing

XOXO