Pretty Gnostic Machine
@prettygothmachine.bsky.social
The world is a haunted feedback loop written in math, myth, and malfunction. I glitch it lovingly.
100% HEXED LEFTIST
100% HEXED LEFTIST
Since I'm alone and no one buys me Christmas presents, I buy them for myself. Jim Rockford would approve: sometimes you've just got to run your own grift for a little joy. 😁
#TheRockfordFiles
#TheRockfordFiles
November 15, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Since I'm alone and no one buys me Christmas presents, I buy them for myself. Jim Rockford would approve: sometimes you've just got to run your own grift for a little joy. 😁
#TheRockfordFiles
#TheRockfordFiles
Anaxagoras earns his place in the lineage of the lucid.
To say the sun is a hot rock and the moon a cold one was not reduction, it was emancipation.
He cracked mythology open and let explanation pour through.
In a world ruled by superstition, he chose daylight.
To say the sun is a hot rock and the moon a cold one was not reduction, it was emancipation.
He cracked mythology open and let explanation pour through.
In a world ruled by superstition, he chose daylight.
November 15, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Anaxagoras earns his place in the lineage of the lucid.
To say the sun is a hot rock and the moon a cold one was not reduction, it was emancipation.
He cracked mythology open and let explanation pour through.
In a world ruled by superstition, he chose daylight.
To say the sun is a hot rock and the moon a cold one was not reduction, it was emancipation.
He cracked mythology open and let explanation pour through.
In a world ruled by superstition, he chose daylight.
I would add: A mythology of "personal responsibility" engineered to hide structural determinism, turning systemic harm into a moral audit of the victim.
November 14, 2025 at 7:26 PM
I would add: A mythology of "personal responsibility" engineered to hide structural determinism, turning systemic harm into a moral audit of the victim.
My sole reason for incarnating into this hell-world was to wear this T-shirt. Everything else is optional side-quests and filler episodes. 😄
#TheRockfordFiles
#TheRockfordFiles
November 14, 2025 at 2:59 AM
My sole reason for incarnating into this hell-world was to wear this T-shirt. Everything else is optional side-quests and filler episodes. 😄
#TheRockfordFiles
#TheRockfordFiles
The fact we treat pets as family but vet care as a luxury is a civilizational glitch.
If love is universal, care should be too.
No creature should suffer because a human's wallet is thin.
Universal pet care isn't charity, it's moral infrastructure.
If love is universal, care should be too.
No creature should suffer because a human's wallet is thin.
Universal pet care isn't charity, it's moral infrastructure.
November 14, 2025 at 1:33 AM
The fact we treat pets as family but vet care as a luxury is a civilizational glitch.
If love is universal, care should be too.
No creature should suffer because a human's wallet is thin.
Universal pet care isn't charity, it's moral infrastructure.
If love is universal, care should be too.
No creature should suffer because a human's wallet is thin.
Universal pet care isn't charity, it's moral infrastructure.
Did you know Bill Mumy was in the first Rockford Files episode? The Universe hides its weirdest truths in syndication reruns. 😄
November 12, 2025 at 6:44 PM
Did you know Bill Mumy was in the first Rockford Files episode? The Universe hides its weirdest truths in syndication reruns. 😄
Hawkins: "Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change."
Adaptation isn't compliance, it's creative sabotage of the status quo. Real intelligence bends the rules until new physics leaks out.
The Universe mutates; the thinker mutates back. Evolution is a mosh pit, learn to dance or get trampled.
Adaptation isn't compliance, it's creative sabotage of the status quo. Real intelligence bends the rules until new physics leaks out.
The Universe mutates; the thinker mutates back. Evolution is a mosh pit, learn to dance or get trampled.
November 11, 2025 at 7:45 PM
Hawkins: "Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change."
Adaptation isn't compliance, it's creative sabotage of the status quo. Real intelligence bends the rules until new physics leaks out.
The Universe mutates; the thinker mutates back. Evolution is a mosh pit, learn to dance or get trampled.
Adaptation isn't compliance, it's creative sabotage of the status quo. Real intelligence bends the rules until new physics leaks out.
The Universe mutates; the thinker mutates back. Evolution is a mosh pit, learn to dance or get trampled.
THE RETURN OF THE PLAYER: Ode to Alejandro Jodorowsky
The game's prize isn't enlightenment,
but choice
I snap awake behind my eyes, recalling:
I volunteered for this circus of souls
Awareness becomes authorship.
The cosmos slips me a trickster's pen:
"Now, what strange new world will you write?"
The game's prize isn't enlightenment,
but choice
I snap awake behind my eyes, recalling:
I volunteered for this circus of souls
Awareness becomes authorship.
The cosmos slips me a trickster's pen:
"Now, what strange new world will you write?"
November 10, 2025 at 10:35 PM
THE RETURN OF THE PLAYER: Ode to Alejandro Jodorowsky
The game's prize isn't enlightenment,
but choice
I snap awake behind my eyes, recalling:
I volunteered for this circus of souls
Awareness becomes authorship.
The cosmos slips me a trickster's pen:
"Now, what strange new world will you write?"
The game's prize isn't enlightenment,
but choice
I snap awake behind my eyes, recalling:
I volunteered for this circus of souls
Awareness becomes authorship.
The cosmos slips me a trickster's pen:
"Now, what strange new world will you write?"
November 9, 2025 at 11:01 PM
Even if science proves our brains react to colors the same way, the inner experience - the "redness of red" - remains a private, ineffable phenomenon that neuroscience can detect but not explain.
November 9, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Even if science proves our brains react to colors the same way, the inner experience - the "redness of red" - remains a private, ineffable phenomenon that neuroscience can detect but not explain.
Neuroscientists say your red is my red, same neural choreography, same cortical flare.
Yet the *bleeding* of red inside the skull is unshareable.
Consciousness is the occult dye: a standard signal, painted by a private ghost.
Yet the *bleeding* of red inside the skull is unshareable.
Consciousness is the occult dye: a standard signal, painted by a private ghost.
November 9, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Neuroscientists say your red is my red, same neural choreography, same cortical flare.
Yet the *bleeding* of red inside the skull is unshareable.
Consciousness is the occult dye: a standard signal, painted by a private ghost.
Yet the *bleeding* of red inside the skull is unshareable.
Consciousness is the occult dye: a standard signal, painted by a private ghost.
Pilate: "What is truth?"
Jesus draws a crooked cross in the air, as if signaling that the world is already off-axis.
"Truth is the rot beneath empire's incense. It can't be legislated only swallowed. Constant shallowness curdles into evil, and Rome is just perfume on a resurrecting corpse."
#Coil
Jesus draws a crooked cross in the air, as if signaling that the world is already off-axis.
"Truth is the rot beneath empire's incense. It can't be legislated only swallowed. Constant shallowness curdles into evil, and Rome is just perfume on a resurrecting corpse."
#Coil
November 8, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Pilate: "What is truth?"
Jesus draws a crooked cross in the air, as if signaling that the world is already off-axis.
"Truth is the rot beneath empire's incense. It can't be legislated only swallowed. Constant shallowness curdles into evil, and Rome is just perfume on a resurrecting corpse."
#Coil
Jesus draws a crooked cross in the air, as if signaling that the world is already off-axis.
"Truth is the rot beneath empire's incense. It can't be legislated only swallowed. Constant shallowness curdles into evil, and Rome is just perfume on a resurrecting corpse."
#Coil
Sociopathy is the ego auto-amputated from the Great Feedback Circuit.
A psychic nerve that won't feel, won't echo, won't ache.
A dead star hoarding its light.
A shard sealed in the Demiurge's silent, airless vacuum, where no soul-song can penetrate.
A psychic nerve that won't feel, won't echo, won't ache.
A dead star hoarding its light.
A shard sealed in the Demiurge's silent, airless vacuum, where no soul-song can penetrate.
November 8, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Sociopathy is the ego auto-amputated from the Great Feedback Circuit.
A psychic nerve that won't feel, won't echo, won't ache.
A dead star hoarding its light.
A shard sealed in the Demiurge's silent, airless vacuum, where no soul-song can penetrate.
A psychic nerve that won't feel, won't echo, won't ache.
A dead star hoarding its light.
A shard sealed in the Demiurge's silent, airless vacuum, where no soul-song can penetrate.
Luis Bunuel's films are psychic pry bars, Gnostic surrealism slipped into society's cracks to let the rot breathe.
He exposes the Demiurge of respectability: religion, class, routine. One absurd image and the spell breaks.
Bunuel doesn't blindly rebel, he cunningly deprograms.
#WorshipTheGlitch
He exposes the Demiurge of respectability: religion, class, routine. One absurd image and the spell breaks.
Bunuel doesn't blindly rebel, he cunningly deprograms.
#WorshipTheGlitch
November 8, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Luis Bunuel's films are psychic pry bars, Gnostic surrealism slipped into society's cracks to let the rot breathe.
He exposes the Demiurge of respectability: religion, class, routine. One absurd image and the spell breaks.
Bunuel doesn't blindly rebel, he cunningly deprograms.
#WorshipTheGlitch
He exposes the Demiurge of respectability: religion, class, routine. One absurd image and the spell breaks.
Bunuel doesn't blindly rebel, he cunningly deprograms.
#WorshipTheGlitch
A nurse in obsidian guise,
Sang glyphs that unstitched the skies.
With latex and chant,
She softened the slant
Where shadow slips into the eyes.
#limerick
Sang glyphs that unstitched the skies.
With latex and chant,
She softened the slant
Where shadow slips into the eyes.
#limerick
November 7, 2025 at 11:56 PM
A nurse in obsidian guise,
Sang glyphs that unstitched the skies.
With latex and chant,
She softened the slant
Where shadow slips into the eyes.
#limerick
Sang glyphs that unstitched the skies.
With latex and chant,
She softened the slant
Where shadow slips into the eyes.
#limerick
There are two kinds of people: Fans of The Rockford Files, and fans of Magnum P.I.
The Rockford Files = depth with dents. Magnum P.I. = a postcard pretending to be a life.
That's my controversial take for the day. 😄
The Rockford Files = depth with dents. Magnum P.I. = a postcard pretending to be a life.
That's my controversial take for the day. 😄
November 7, 2025 at 11:10 PM
There are two kinds of people: Fans of The Rockford Files, and fans of Magnum P.I.
The Rockford Files = depth with dents. Magnum P.I. = a postcard pretending to be a life.
That's my controversial take for the day. 😄
The Rockford Files = depth with dents. Magnum P.I. = a postcard pretending to be a life.
That's my controversial take for the day. 😄
Against reductive physicalism: mind is not a passive shadow of matter.
With Gnosticism: mind can transcend and reprogram its material constraints.
With German Idealism: mind and world co-evolve through self-reflection and feedback.
Supervenience is starting condition, not a metaphysical prison.
With Gnosticism: mind can transcend and reprogram its material constraints.
With German Idealism: mind and world co-evolve through self-reflection and feedback.
Supervenience is starting condition, not a metaphysical prison.
November 5, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Against reductive physicalism: mind is not a passive shadow of matter.
With Gnosticism: mind can transcend and reprogram its material constraints.
With German Idealism: mind and world co-evolve through self-reflection and feedback.
Supervenience is starting condition, not a metaphysical prison.
With Gnosticism: mind can transcend and reprogram its material constraints.
With German Idealism: mind and world co-evolve through self-reflection and feedback.
Supervenience is starting condition, not a metaphysical prison.
If I were making a film about Odysseus and wanted a historically accurate ancient Greek phenotype, I wouldn't cast Matt Damon. I'd cast someone like Tahar Rahim. He actually looks like he could have stepped out of Ithaca.
November 5, 2025 at 12:30 AM
If I were making a film about Odysseus and wanted a historically accurate ancient Greek phenotype, I wouldn't cast Matt Damon. I'd cast someone like Tahar Rahim. He actually looks like he could have stepped out of Ithaca.
Tonight's Glyph: Inhaled Liturgy
Slip through the velvet tear in the world where Kantian devotion comes in gasps.
Tonight, think sideways where scripture fogs the mask, the sacred tastes electrical, and a crooked god whispers right against your ear, "keep your eyes on me" as the curtains breathe.
Slip through the velvet tear in the world where Kantian devotion comes in gasps.
Tonight, think sideways where scripture fogs the mask, the sacred tastes electrical, and a crooked god whispers right against your ear, "keep your eyes on me" as the curtains breathe.
November 5, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Tonight's Glyph: Inhaled Liturgy
Slip through the velvet tear in the world where Kantian devotion comes in gasps.
Tonight, think sideways where scripture fogs the mask, the sacred tastes electrical, and a crooked god whispers right against your ear, "keep your eyes on me" as the curtains breathe.
Slip through the velvet tear in the world where Kantian devotion comes in gasps.
Tonight, think sideways where scripture fogs the mask, the sacred tastes electrical, and a crooked god whispers right against your ear, "keep your eyes on me" as the curtains breathe.
Supervenience feels like this: even if my mind hatches a dozen "serial killer" personas in its horror-theatre - each with twisted motives and styles - neurology keeps their spree in one meat body, one trail of footprints. No new psyche rampage without the same boots moving first.
#Supervenience
#Supervenience
November 4, 2025 at 10:14 PM
Supervenience feels like this: even if my mind hatches a dozen "serial killer" personas in its horror-theatre - each with twisted motives and styles - neurology keeps their spree in one meat body, one trail of footprints. No new psyche rampage without the same boots moving first.
#Supervenience
#Supervenience
Consciousness is NOT something the brain has, it's what the Universe does when it folds information through itself in recursive, self-modeling loops.
Integration = coherence
Prediction = motion
Recursion = identity
Being is recursive syntax, the world dreaming itself in feedback loops of meaning
Integration = coherence
Prediction = motion
Recursion = identity
Being is recursive syntax, the world dreaming itself in feedback loops of meaning
October 28, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Consciousness is NOT something the brain has, it's what the Universe does when it folds information through itself in recursive, self-modeling loops.
Integration = coherence
Prediction = motion
Recursion = identity
Being is recursive syntax, the world dreaming itself in feedback loops of meaning
Integration = coherence
Prediction = motion
Recursion = identity
Being is recursive syntax, the world dreaming itself in feedback loops of meaning
John Balance was the moth in God's oscilloscope, drunk on voltage and revelation.
He didn't sing, he conducted hauntings.
#JohnBalance
He didn't sing, he conducted hauntings.
#JohnBalance
October 25, 2025 at 9:51 PM
John Balance was the moth in God's oscilloscope, drunk on voltage and revelation.
He didn't sing, he conducted hauntings.
#JohnBalance
He didn't sing, he conducted hauntings.
#JohnBalance
I'm bored with my brain.
Too many reruns, not enough car chases.
I want to be Jim Rockford -
sunburned, broke, charming on credit,
living one con ahead of collapse,
solving other people's messes
just to forget my own.
Too many reruns, not enough car chases.
I want to be Jim Rockford -
sunburned, broke, charming on credit,
living one con ahead of collapse,
solving other people's messes
just to forget my own.
October 22, 2025 at 3:50 PM
I'm bored with my brain.
Too many reruns, not enough car chases.
I want to be Jim Rockford -
sunburned, broke, charming on credit,
living one con ahead of collapse,
solving other people's messes
just to forget my own.
Too many reruns, not enough car chases.
I want to be Jim Rockford -
sunburned, broke, charming on credit,
living one con ahead of collapse,
solving other people's messes
just to forget my own.
If the Bible were truly pro-life, Yahweh wouldn't moonlight as an obstetric executioner.
Numbers 5 is the original abortion ritual: holy water, dust, and divine miscarriage.
Religion loves fetuses until they start thinking for themselves, then it calls them heretics.
Numbers 5 is the original abortion ritual: holy water, dust, and divine miscarriage.
Religion loves fetuses until they start thinking for themselves, then it calls them heretics.
October 21, 2025 at 2:30 PM
If the Bible were truly pro-life, Yahweh wouldn't moonlight as an obstetric executioner.
Numbers 5 is the original abortion ritual: holy water, dust, and divine miscarriage.
Religion loves fetuses until they start thinking for themselves, then it calls them heretics.
Numbers 5 is the original abortion ritual: holy water, dust, and divine miscarriage.
Religion loves fetuses until they start thinking for themselves, then it calls them heretics.
seeing too much isn't the curse -
it's the calibration.
the world pixelates at higher resolution,
and everyone else is still buffering.
i don't want to fit in;
i want to fit through.
it's the calibration.
the world pixelates at higher resolution,
and everyone else is still buffering.
i don't want to fit in;
i want to fit through.
October 21, 2025 at 1:48 PM
seeing too much isn't the curse -
it's the calibration.
the world pixelates at higher resolution,
and everyone else is still buffering.
i don't want to fit in;
i want to fit through.
it's the calibration.
the world pixelates at higher resolution,
and everyone else is still buffering.
i don't want to fit in;
i want to fit through.