Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The Jusfordafucofitist Founding and Manifesto.

The Jusfordafucofitist Founding and Manifesto.

Founding members
Mikhail Aesteban Del Fwaievo,
jHuan Onyjon,
Gyupseppe Phang-Gooliee
April 15th 2005

"ROTURA VIOLENTA ÉL APARTE, ¡CAPENAS PARA LA COGIDA DE ELLA!”
"SCONTRO ESSO A PARTE, APPENA PER LA SCOPATA DI ESSO!”
“SMASH IT APART, JUST FOR THE FUCK OF IT!”
"SMASH ES AUSEINANDER, GERADE FÜR DAS BUMSEN VON IHM!”

…..And so this knowledge will be unfolded only through long successive ages. There will come a time when our descendants will be amazed that we did not know things that are so plain to them….
-Seneca, Natural Questions, Book 7, first century.

Opening Proclamation.

The Cataclysm of Construction
The following are your words, your semblance of composition, your founding configuration:

Learn to relax, learn to focus your attention, heal your mental wounds, feel the elemental blood of the universe flowing through your veins, healing all. Use your visions to for fill your dreams, cast aside ill health and bad temper, leave the physical world delve into your subconscious. Heal. Develop control, speak inwardly.

The Construct of Fuck
This is our litany, our expression of curiosity, our words.

Liberate your inner being, the one that tells you nothing is wrong. The being that bonds memories and dreams, use this as a reality to bind your thoughts together. Penetrate the depths of your subconscious elevating your mind to new ground, bring thoughts to manifest within the realms of the physical world of representation, shadow oblivion, become sublime in paranoia and experience first rate joy and accept it as truth.

The Disaster Area
You are in a state of silence, disaffected, living with predictable colours, shapes, words and premises. We the Jusfordafucofitist’s are less concerned about fitting into the world, we are training ourselves to lose focus, turning towards the abstract. Experiments often test the experimenter more than the subject, it is this training towards the loss of interest that we the Justfodafucofitist search for. Through the graceful compulsion of violent eradication, holding between our crouch a prerequisite of impulsive desires to shed the old flesh, phlegmatic vistas, perfect syndromes, placid white spaces, blasé masses, unresponsive onlookers we shout smash it apart, everything you have ever done. This impulsive attitude affords us the ability to transmogrify our own sterile, static encumbered states for a transcendental voyage of polarised fantasticalities. To combine both the broken and sublime in an embrace of delicate complex emotions. The sensation of fear must flow.

We hurl this formal warning to society, Beware. We will smash it up just for the fuck of it.

We have nothing to do with the subtle; but we are quite capable, when necessary, of making use of it like anyone else.

o We desire to feel the cleansing properties of metamorphoses.

o Constant stimulation numbs us, that is why we embrace it.

o We will keep smashing, digging, scraping, smearing, screaming until we feel something.

o “It doesn’t really matter anymore, none of this really matters anymore.” (Affirm it).

We make no claim to change the traditions of humankind, but we do intend to show the fragility of thought, and on what shifting foundations, such weak structures stand.

The love of meat especially pork must be asserted everyday.

We are specialists in rebellion. There is no means of action which we are not capable, when necessary, of employing.

Jusfordafucofitism is not a new means or expression. It is a means of total liberation from the unbearable cage of the mind, body and of all that resembles it.

Courage, audacity, and revolt will be essential characteristics of our Works.

o Your hearts are black, hollow and cold. We are the electrical impulses of instinctive desires.

No Work without an aggressive character can be a masterpiece. The Work must be conceived as a violent attack on unknown forces.

We celebrate the erratic, impulsive, flip-flop, crass, savagery of animalistic regressive behaviours.

The Prescient have no place in our world, the future unfolds instantly through direct action not through contemplation of doing.

o The validation of actions is required for the action to become part of the greater schema.

o Everything we believe, we believe works better when smeared with foods or broken.

Checklist: Modus Operandi

A series of operations you the potential member of the Jusfordafucofitism must perform before your eventual self destructive initiation. The actions are a guideline and not an absolute. They are experimentations which lead to the physical experience. Use your imagination.

1. performances for a room
enter a chamber, which has windows. throw food stuffs from the windows.
the food stuffs must include: at least two roasted chickens(the chickens must be partially eaten), feta cheese(the feta cheese must be sampled), lambs hearts(hearts must be molested).
other matter may also be thrown that does not resemble food stuffs these must include: paper(various forms), water, masking tape. the paper, water and masking tape must be combined and utilised in an unconventional manner. bodily fluids may also be expelled from the body this must include: saliva, masticated foods, liquids.

2. to be performed in an elevator over the period of one academic year.
equipment required for performance
absolute necessities: meat, chipolatas, potato products, spit, masticated foods, cardboard boxes, candy, peanuts, pretzels, magic marker(black), beverages(various), boxes.
actions to be executed with equipment.
writing, strategic placement of food stuffs, destruction of…, spitting, screaming/shouting.

3. spend time thinking up pseudonyms for thyself.

4. performance for a white space
with a small ball enter a functional white space. take three or more players. create a game in which the three players can play with the ball on a daily basis.

5. use a public toilet in such a way, the authorities close it to the general public.

6. The Hierarchy
take an amount(depending on the size of room)of academic tables and chairs. stack them using the ancient Egyptian technique of pyramid building. use one chair to topple the bastard construction to its foundations. run.
6.a
in the same room on a different day climb the walls of the room as if it were a mountain, utilise shelves, tables and chairs to achieve your gaol. climb with wild abandonment without a care for the destruction of property.
6.b
in the adjacent room, do things.

7. The Countenance of Strangers/The Voice of God
situation: third floor of building. from a window
equipment and directions: take a microphone. speakers. connect together. place speakers by open window. speak into microphone. look down unto the world below. comment on the people u see. do not pander to the victims, they are not an audience, u are not an entertainer.

8. The Countenance of Strangers/The Voice of God REPRISAL
do as above, but forgo the microphone and speakers. use your own voice to capture the attention of your victims.

9. banner/placard/sign
make banners with nonsensical sentences and surnames and hang them from a building. wait for the consequences. wait.
9.a
Two specific messages are to be written, one banner must have written upon it: “When Beans Turn To Raisins” and the second “All Hail Chocolate Teapot”

10. Penis.
write the word ‘PENIS’ on the wall of an educational building and wait for the consequences. the word must be written in a place inaccessible to the general public. wash off the word using a sponge and hand soap. sing when u clean it.

11. Food Stuffs and the White Space.
- Smear fruit onto a white wall (Preferably banana and apple). leave for the majority of an academic year. and forget about it.
- leave food in unconventional places, cabinets, light fixtures, daub food onto walls and windows,
- When encountering abnormal fluke foods, keep them as curiosities. store them. record them. send them to Dr. Miguel Vahaio Rodriguez to be compiled into a book of flukes, Dr. Mig’s Flukes of Nature
- throw food around without fear of consequence.
- How many rich tea biscuits can you hold in your mouth?
- Hide food
- Order two chicken sandwiches from a major fast food restaurant, the sandwiches must have nothing but the meat, no extras at all!. take the chicken out of the sandwiches. eat. take the remaining bread and make a bread sandwich. eat. choke.

12. walk around a place of education and act like a Greaser. knock paper from the walls, sneer. work as a group. assert thyself.

13. steal a chair from a student union bar and keep it for yourself.

14. GLU-SA-INTH
Equipment: glue, sand and a plinth.
Action: combine in such a way as to hide the appearance of the glue, despite its presence.

15. Make a mess. clean it up.

16. Scream, scream like there is a tomorrow, as if you are the God Emperor, the all seeing Eye.

17. Action. (Innuendo)
State publicly ”Who’s gonna do the potatoes?“

The Slaughter Of Significance
Blinded by the magnificence of the pure structure of the creator, we the Jusfordafucofitists refract and twist the recognisable shapes, sound and notions of your prepared world. You muster the resonating frequencies allocated to the summoning of trance like states, a tessellation of organic patterns corresponding to the immense genetic memories each of the individual sentient’s of this existance share.

You require little for your journey, you will continue unabated, now in your old state of awareness forced by the hand of the unseen censor both the projected image of reality and your morose incarcerated mind embrace in a ballet of sanitised unsurprising colours, shapes, words and premises.

We just made you up to validate ourselves. Through your plurality you concede a greater amount of freedom for us to exploit. This thing is not about the possibility of the greatness we can achieve.

The Atrocity of the New Flesh
You have been left behind in the bland timeless evolution of matter, the varying frequencies and ripples of emptiness call us to ravage her elaborate delusion, we look at your reflections and query, is that all you wish to be? We ask for you to look around at the world, and question, is everything exactly as it seems?, What if this world you assume you know, turns out to be someone else’s compromised dialogue with another’s predetermined compulsions? We are the unfathomable placement of matter, left here just long enough to hurt and finally in the pre-established harmony of time we rot away. We know what we fucking are, we know we are full of it.

Staring at the Sun
What emotional fatigue cascade upon us, the Jusfordafucofitist’s, as we approach the moment of rebellion- Time and Space form into sleek terminals, in a sterile amorphous void converging to a point, a nexus where all things which have existed, exist now and will exist, can be seen. The activation of cerebral circuits open the Doors of Infinity where it all began. No longer existing with the sterile, negative illness. Terrified. Disorientation. The Black Sphere of Negativity harms you, disorientates you, planting the seeds of paranoia. People are plotting against you (always be aware of your surroundings) the pattern moves up, down, moves however, later rather than sooner you realise that the Construct is not enough.

Sowing Seeds on my Deathbed.
We wish you well, show us how you are unafraid to die. Take a stand on some little thing, in front of a crowd, lead the way, step out of line, tell a lie. Claim to know, and act surprised when the whole thing comes down.

Human stupidity consists in having lots of ideas, but stupid ones.
-Henry de Montherlant, Notebooks

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bewildering. Yet i find myself clinging to the threads of comprehension.
A poetically violent illusion which treds the mythical line between the anus and the sandwich.

It reads like a splintered horizon reflected in the eyes of a manniquin who is being mounted by a 45 year old spastic.

A visceral outpouring of primal intelligence, wrapped up in a beard and set free on a current of choking poisonous fumes that tease a smirk from the faces of the voyuers that view the plague from afar.

Anonymous said...

yeah it quite nice coz i fink he doz some quite good wriitin

Anonymous said...

Well from a Belugas point of view it is a "portrait cracher" of the man I once knew !!!! hey wait a seconde.....Yes! It is you. Once again I find myself loging to understand you. Yet I cannot help to wonder if your trail of thought will reach the deepest part of the ocean where I am to live my life.

Anonymous said...

The sense of reality is not a necessity; However, it can be postponed to different times (even naughty ones).

Anonymous said...

I like it! Chris blog is good too! Like to do one myself but wouldnt have a clue how to... as in many things!

Anonymous said...

how are you? Me, I am fine, I am still doing a lot of paintings.