Image Uploader Le_anon_Hanover, October 7, 2021; 18:57 Tags Bierce Shelley cover gallowdance gallows nihilism platformism poem Source Unknown Locked No CommentsLe_anon_Hanover 2021-10-07 18:58:26 No.386 [Reply]First off, I disagree whatever you may think of anarchy we are differently disoriented disagree with me in advance. The degradation of anarchy is not a steady unified decay many lives come and go some fast, some linger. Living is dying is falling gallowdancing at a necktie party An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge then all is darkness and silence. Posthumous speech is not post-human, least of all the speech of the moribund. Posthumous anarchism is not post-anarchism, least of all moribund anarchism. You can’t kill an idea, but it can kill you changing in everything but form a doppelgänger who asks: “How long do you mean to be content?” Dominant chord, expectancy of resolution discord, the tension tightens révolution, guillotine, répression, potence, résistance a taut eulogy is all one could hope for. Void of subastral novelty, repetition is unavoidable. Words are superfluous. The tree is already long enough. We mean different things, whether we say the same. Misunderstanding whether speaking in our own tongue or each other’s. Theoretical frameworks are scaffolds. We fall, whether we stood united or divided. Which platform could ever unite us, so that we all stand and fall together? The gallows. Points of disunity in a threshold of severance, as follows: 0. Everything.