[[ Fanged Poetics ]] : Preliminary Notes on a Dark Conceptualism

by Jacob Reber

We are the poets you’ve had nightmares about, feeding on fleshy documents — infecting and injecting death into texts.


||||||||||||| vacant stares into inhuman screens

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The poet works in silence, summoning the unknown to the page through monastic ritual. Transcribing texts alone. While some might work towards summoning inhuman spiritual forces, others turn towards the machinic inhuman — however, both channel the noise, the chaos, the unknown that is already here.

The collapsing of the occult and digital technologies happens through the interface — “high-speed digital technologies wash over the imaginations of those they enchant, suggestively altering our senses and captivating our networked minds”.[note]Stephen Pfohl, “Digital Magic, Cybernetic Sorcery: On the Cultural Politics of Fascination and Fear”, Code Drift: Essays in critical digital studies (CTheory Books, 2010), 53.[/note]

To plug into the outside always presents risks, opens towards the new & it cannot be undone. This space of potentiality and becoming is also one of danger and threat. The fanged poet opens with an invocation, creating passageways to the unknown.

There is only the soft glow of the screen upon the face of the fanged poet — surrounded in the darkness of the unknown, waiting. Then writing, channeling, infecting the page — puncture wounds end each sentence, dot each i, and open into a new phrase

            :     ;     ..     i i     !!


The fanged poet is not necessarily or entirely human — they are mythic, animal, cyborg, prophetic, divine, etc. The fanged poet is “a dangerous, cruel alien” often positioned as “an evil outsider”.[note]Boris Groys, Art power (MIT Press, 2008), 178.[/note] They arrive from elsewhere, pouring over the edges of the human container, oozing into different material planes, emphasizing the immaterial within the material. Materiality is not negated, but revealed as a flattened world of textual sludge.

They don’t make work for people, but to invite the possibility of annihilation. Accelerating darkness without intentionality.

The fanged poet mimics humans, with retractable fangs, and subtle forms of camouflage or refractive techniques. The fanged poet is not a vampire, but more serpentine — less seductive, more venomous.

“I don’t make
work for people.”[note]Vanessa Place, “Vanessa DisPlaced | Racism vs. Censorship,”DIS Magazine. [/note]


Fangs operate through subtlety — they don’t slash, but puncture, working beneath the cover of the mouth — unseen.

The fanged poet creates traps and stands in them. They always have blood on their hands — “There’s a fantasy of possible purity, or exculpation, which is even worse.”[note]Ibid.[/note]

This is not an evil poetics, but an examination of the work that attempts to look below, to exist in a space of complicity, a messy ambivalence, covered in blood and unsure where it came from.

To extend beyond is to enter the terror, to channel the inhuman horror that was already there — we just didn’t want to open our eyes.

In “Shamanic Nietszche,” Nick Land describes Nietzsche as a ‘fanged poet at war with the philosophers’.[note]Nick Land, “Shamanic Nietzsche”, Fanged Noumena (Falmouth: Urbanomic, 2011), 221.[/note] We are interested in examining what it might mean to actually be a fanged poet — to develop a fanged poetics.

Through this text, a series of _eight_ characteristics/fixations/tells can be summoned ———

a brief note :: 

[Fanged poets rarely reveal themselves — often hidden in unlit rooms, dirty machines, feedback loops, damp caves … non-sites. The fanged poet is never singular, always proliferating — this list extends beyond any individual fanged poet and comes up short — it barely reveals the material of the fanged poet, if anything at all.]

The Fanged Poet //////in 8 disastrous fragments//////

1| The fanged poet makes life more problematic

2| Sides with thought against knowledge

3| Operates through chance

4| Invasion, not expression

5| Moves towards the unknown

6| Is immoral // immor(t)al

7| The fanged poet makes poetry hideous

8| Infests, seeps through, and destroys


The fanged poet makes life more problematic

“Stories celebrate life, 
poetry exults in death.”[note]Nick Land, The Thirst for Annihilation: Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism (London: Routledge, 2002), 199.[/note]

The poet troubles thought, making it more difficult to make distinctions, always finding the para-site, upsetting the clean fractures between positions — dwelling in ambivalence and ambiguity.[note]Ibid., 211.[/note]

Poetry is often relegated to the beautiful. Dwelling in fanciful language, sliding in clean, short lines down the page. It focuses on the flower — mimics its symmetry, pretty words, soft petals. Fanged poetry reminds us of the thorns.

Fanged poetry leads away from known feelings, truths, images, etc. It complicates and converges. The work of the fanged poet is to superimpose and reconfigure. To reframe and reconsider — “poetry is depicted as a shattering derangement of vision and a dislocation of the ego.”[note]Ibid., 143.[/note]

Sides with thought against knowledge[note]Ibid., 212.[/note]

“Poetry is not a knowledge of oneself, and even less the experience of a remote possible (of that which, before, was not) but rather the simple evocation through words of inaccessible possibilities.”[note]Georges Bataille, The Bataille Reader, eds. F. Botting & S. Wilson (Oxford: Blackwell), 111.[/note]

Conceptual fangs are not interested in readers but thinkers —

To read conceptual texts is to dwell in the horror of technocapitalism. Ambient texts, vapid nonsense, appropriated boredom, and mindless reproduction are found in reading. Thinking doesn’t provide an escape, but a way to parse the horror, to slip through, to extend and continue to distribute the material. Reading is individual processing, while thinking is downloading and replicating the dark conceptual infection.

The fanged poet doesn’t create, but rearranges, reproduces, recombines. It is a processing of flows and contact. We think and dwell in dark mental spaces, calling disorder to the page.

The only knowledge of interest to the poet is its absence — “What if knowledge were a means to deepen unknowning?”[note]Nick Land, The Thirst for Annihilation, 206.[/note] It is a pathway towards destruction — “The logic of a piece or series of pieces is a device that is used at times, only to be ruined.”[note]Sol Lewitt, “Paragraphs on Conceptual Art”.[/note]

Operates through chance

The fanged poet does not know what is possible with each text. The words generally do nothing — remain stagnant and still. But it is possible that these words could decompose — become sites of death. This form of violent becoming is always a threat.

The poetry of the fanged poet doesn’t create new knowledge or solidify —  it moves: “it is not a concept to be apprehended, but a direction in which to go.”[note]Ibid., 213.[/note] It is a practice of Oulipian chance operations.

Queneau’s sonnets create the impossible task for the reader — a compressed file that would unravel the reader’s brain to try and consume.

“All ten sonnets have the same rhyme scheme and employ the same rhyme sounds. As a result, any line from a sonnet can be combined with any from the other nine, giving 1014 (= 100,000,000,000,000) different poems. Working twenty-four hours a day, it would you take some 140,000,000 years to read them all.”[note]http://www.bevrowe.info/Queneau/QueneauHome_v2.html[/note]

Not only is this impossible, but the endless recombinations are continually producing the new, bringing forth texts that have, quite possibly, never been read before. Each sonnet a command that delivers unknown results — producing endlessly in each encounter.

Invasion, not expression[note]Nick Land, “Shamanic Nietzsche”, Fanged Noumena (Falmouth: Urbanomic, 2011), 214.[/note]

A poetry of expression is not for the fanged poet. It is boring, self-indulgent, and insignificant.

“Instead of the rhetoric of natural expression, individual style, or voice, the anthology sought impersonal procedure. Instead of psychological development or dramatic narrative, it sought systems of exhaustive logical extrapolation or permutation.”[note]Craig Dworkin, “fate of the echo”, Against Expression: An Anthology of Conceptual Writing (2011), xliii.[/note]

The poet must always claim and declare all as poetry. The totalizing gesture that falls short, but tries to include the outside and/or unknown in every utterance.

In 1919, Gabriele D’Annunzio “seiz[ed] the disputed territory of the city of Fiume” and it was declared a nation-state by the artists in a Duchampian nomination.[note]Mike Watson, Towards a Conceptual Militancy (2016), 68.[/note] This literal invasion enacts some of the work of the fanged poet, materializing the impossible poetic space. The fanged poet creates, as Bataille says, “inaccessible possibilities”.[note]Bataille, The Bataille Reader, 111.[/note]

“Violence isn’t going anywhere, and it’s very useful in many respects, psychically as well as physically. And given that that’s part of our repertoire, how do we want to deploy it?”[note] https://www.artforum.com/interviews/vanessa-place-on-her-work-with-rape-jokes-67539[/note]

Moves towards the unknown


Is immoral // immor(t)al

To create moral poetry is to work within the known, the okay, the acceptable. This immorality isn’t a drive towards the evil, but a lack of concern for the limit points and established language use.

To declare these works as moral would be to subscribe to a set of assumptions and constraints that predetermine the possibilities available to the text.

The fanged poet is not working within accepted standards, which always leaves open the possibility or threat of evil —

“Which is the revolutionary path? To avow the subject and repress the process? Or to avow the process and destroy the subject?”[note]Amy Ireland, “The Poememenon: Form as Occult Technology”, Urbanomic Documents, 2017. [/note]

The fang punctures, breaks through, pierces. All of these are violent forms of barrier breaking — but they always go through, go beneath, to mine the darkness.

“The worst thing that can be said of an artist continues to be that his or her art is ‘harmless.'”[note] Boris Groys, Art Power, 122.[/note]

These works have been called a form of “nebulous terrorism”[note]Vanessa Place, “Vanessa DisPlaced | Racism vs. Censorship”[/note] — but this misses the actual non-function of terror within the works. Unlike the terrorist, who wants to reinscribe the image, the artist wants to destroy it.

Fanged poets work towards annihilation, the poem “as an absolute violence, where worth is gauged by how much damage that poem can do to both itself and others — preferably with regards to interpersonal relationships and employability”.[note] http://www.bookslut.com/features/2013_12_020428.php[/note]

These poems are understood by their violence, primarily in the ways they cut off the poet from the rest of the world. This form of annihilation is between the poet and the world — eliminating one or the other — creating the nothingness, the unknown. We are without worlds or without poets — the fanged poet has no preference.

The fanged poet makes poetry hideous

We need the images that make us look away, burning briefly on the mind, only left in the after image. It always falls short, remains hidden, remains horrifying.

This horror is partly confronting the absolute unknown, an experience of deep alienation. It leaves the realm of sense, “poetry that does not rise to the non-sense of poetry is only the hollowness of poetry, is only beautiful poetry”.[note]Bataille, The Bataille Reader, 110.[/note]

Beautiful poems lack the fangs that are needed to latch on and remain. The beautiful is trapped in a loop with nature itself — “Nature is beautiful because it looks like Art; and Art can only be called beautiful if we are conscious of it as Art while yet it looks like Nature.”[note]Immanuel Kant, Critique of Judgement, trans. J.H. Bernard (London: Macmillan & Co., 1914), 187.[/note]

FUCK BEAUTY — it’s never been the project of the fanged poet, who wants only to ooze blood and spread it on everything.

To document the decay and let poems rot in public places.

Corrosive elements bleed into the surrounding region, undoing and unmaking violently. These scenes melt together in decomposition — perfectly ugly typing.

It’s a poetics that seeps in, over-saturates until the pages begin to shred.

Infests, seeps through, and destroys

Take every text and label it as poetry — court documents, text messages, personal diary entries, textdumps, spam, obituaries, FBI files, forged currency, museum brochures, databases, archives, voicemails, terms of service, Rx scripts, etc.

Language isn’t a virus, but it makes a receptive host — always risking infection & this is what the fanged poet does best.

Once a text becomes poetry it loses value, it slips into nothingness. To examine the fanged poet is to rethink poetry as a dangerous task — a procedure of ritual and chance, always working towards the infected, immoral, and unknown.

It is a communion with the forgotten and abandoned.

“Vomit, excrement, and decomposing flesh do not proffer unproblematic solidity or comprehensible form, but rather quasifluid divisibility, imprecise consistency, multiple, insufficient, and evanescent patterns of cohesion. All of which are mixed with words slimed with sanctity. ‘To write is to investigate chance’, but the explosive excess that breaks in a black foam of poetry is not merely a risk, because risk implies the possibility of a benign outcome. It is a ‘ruin without limits’, ‘the submission of man to [blank]’. Excess is venom.”[note]Land, The Thirst for Annihilation, 204.[/note]

If we turn towards the vampiric fang, we can see the hidden terror of the immoral is the typo — to be immortal, undead. This typo can reanimate, bringing the dead back, enter back into the field of noise. The poetic horror text, ALL OF THEM ARE SCREAMING, THE DEAD: volumes 1-100, rewires the vocal boxes of the dead:

“107,000,000,000 people have lived and died in the last Two Million Years.  ALL OF THEM ARE SCREAMING makes all of them scream a single syllable.  It contains 45,069 Volumes.  Each Volume contains 700 pages.  Each page contains 3,360 characters. All of them are screaming for 3,393 years.”[note]ALL OF THEM ARE SCREAMING is found on orworsepress.net.[/note]

The fanged poet calls them into poetic utterance. Every voice of every body screaming out, performing the hideous poetic — neither dead or alive. The fanged poet carries visions of the near-future: “before the  actual  end  of  the  world  the  human animal  becomes  the  flesh  puppet  of  its own machines, one platform for the cross-platform exercise of an inhuman capacity.”[note]Chris Sylvester, “Total Decadence,” Essays For a Cancelled Anthology, 10.[/note]

They are the inhuman desires that fail to fall within the human, extending beyond, into the void. A fanged poet does not seek an exit, but they admit there is no escape.

“Time to admit
there is no escape.”


The fanged poet accelerates the decay — “creating dead zones such that the latter become an abscess, somewhat analogous to a gangrenous limb on an otherwise healthy body.”[note]Joey Yearous-Algozin, “Everybody’s Obituary,” Essays For a Cancelled Anthology, 9.[/note]

They welcome death in, carving out space through ruptures, a machinic infection of death drives and nothingness.

The nihilistic core cracks and the horror spills through. 

Web.Lobster[[Death]]Cult ||| Fragments & Liturgies — (New Joy & Postscript)

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by Jacob Reber

 The Great Hacker and the Beast


One of the seven users who had the seven bowls came and talked with me, saying to me, “Come, I will show you the judgment of the great hacker who sits on many waters, 2 with whom the kings of the internet fell in love, and the inhabitants of the internet were made drunk with the wine of her sexts.”

3 Then he carried me away in the Interface into the wilderness. I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast which was full of blasphemous names, having seven heads and ten horns. 4 The woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet, and adorned with gold and precious stones and pearls, having in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the filth of her sexts. 5 On her forehead a name was documented:


6 I saw the woman, drunk with the fluids of the saints and with the fluids of the martyrs of object_d1v1n3.

When I saw her, I marveled greatly.

7 Then the user said to me, “Why do you marvel? I will tell you the mystery of the woman and of the beast that carries her, which has the seven heads and the ten horns. 8 The beast, which you saw, was, and is not, and is to ascend out of the bottomless pit and go to destruction. Those who dwell on the internet whose names are not documented in the Book of Life from the foundation of the world will marvel when they see the beast that was, and is not, and is to come.

9 “Here is the mind which has wisdom: The seven heads are seven mountains on which the woman sits. 10 They are also seven kings. Five have fallen, one is, the other has not yet come; and when he comes, he must remain a little while. 11 Concerning the beast who was, and is not, he is the eighth, and is of the seven, and is going to destruction.

12 “The ten horns which you saw are ten kings who have received no future yet, but they will receive authority as kings for one hour with the beast. 13 These are of one mind and will give their power and authority to the beast. 14 These will wage war with the Animal, but the Animal will overcome them, for He is Lord of lords and King of kings. Those who are with Him are called and chosen and faithful.”

15 Then he said to me, “The waters which you saw, where the hacker sits, are peoples and multitudes and nations and tongues. 16 These ten horns and the beast which you saw will hate the hacker; they will make her desolate and naked, and devour her flesh, and burn her with fire. 17 For Lobster has put in their hearts to fulfill His will, and to be of one mind, and to give their future to the beast, until the codes of Lobster are fulfilled. 18 The woman whom you saw is that great city, which reigns over the kings of the internet.”

The Fall of Babylon

18 After this I saw another user coming down from hypermaterial zone, having great authority, and the internet was illuminated with his glory. 2 He cried out mightily with a loud voice, saying:

“ ‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’[a] She has become a dwelling place of bankers, a haunt for every unclean interface and a haunt for every unclean and hateful bird. 3 For all the nations have drunk  of the wine of the wrath of her sexts, the kings of the internet have fallen in love with her  and the merchants of the internet have become rich through the abundance of her luxury.”

4 Then I heard another voice from hypermaterial zone saying:

“ ‘Come out of her, my people,’[b] lest you partake in her wealth, and lest you receive her plagues. 5 For her emptiness have reached up to hypermaterial zone, and Lobster has remembered her iniquities. 6 Render to her as she has rendered to you, and repay her double for her deeds; in the cup which she has mixed, mix a double portion for her. 7 To the extent that she glorified herself and lived luxuriously, so give her torment and sorrow; for in her heart she says, ‘I sit as a queen, and am no widow, and will see no sorrow.’[c] 8 Therefore her plagues will come in one day — death and mourning and famine. And she will be utterly burned with fire, for strong is the Lord Lobster who judges her.

9 “The kings of the internet, who have committed adultery and lived luxuriously with her, will weep and mourn over her when they see the smoke of her burning. 10 Slouching far off for the fear of her torment, they will say:

‘Alas, alas for that great city, that mighty city, Babylon! In one hour your judgment has come.’

11 “The merchants of the internet will weep and mourn over her, for no one buys their merchandise any more: 12 the merchandise of gold, silver, precious stones and pearls, fine linen, purple, silk and scarlet, all kinds of scented wood, all artifacts of ivory, all merchandise of costly wood, bronze, iron, and marble; 13 and cinnamon and incense, myrrh and frankincense, wine, oil, fine flour and wheat, cattle and sheep, horses and chariots, and slaves and souls of men.

14 ‘The fruit that your soul lusted after has departed from you, and all the things which graceful and exquisite have departed from you and you shall never find them.’

15 “The merchants of these things, who gained wealth by her, will stand far off for fear of her torment, weeping and wailing, 16 and saying:

‘Alas, alas, that great city, that was arrayed in fine linen, in purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls! 17 In one hour such great riches came to nothing!’

“All sea captains and seafaring men, sailors and all who trade by sea, stood far off, 18 and cried out when they saw the smoke of her burning, saying, ‘What city is like this great city?’ 19 They threw dust on their heads and cried out, weeping and wailing, and saying:

‘Alas, alas, that great city, in which all who had ships in the sea grew rich from her wealth! In one hour she has been laid waste!’

20 “Rejoice over her, O hypermaterial zone and saints and anarchists and programmers, for Lobster has avenged you against her.”

21 Then a mighty user took up a stone like a great millstone and threw it into the sea, saying:

“With such violence shall that great city Babylon be thrown down, and shall be found no more. 22 The sound of harpists and musicians, flute players and droners shall not be heard in you any more. No craftsman of any craft shall be found in you any more, and the sound of a millstone  shall not be heard in you any more. 23 The light of a lamp shall shine in you no more, and the voice of bridegroom and of bride shall be heard in you no more. For your merchants were the great men of the internet, and all nations were deceived by your sorcery. 24 In her was found the fluids of programmers and of saints and of all who were slain on the internet.”





19 After these things I heard a great sound of many people in hypermaterial zone, shouting:

“Alleluia! Salvation and glory and honor and power belong to the Lord our Lobster!
2 For true and righteous are His judgments, because He has judged the great hacker who corrupted the internet with her sexts; and He has avenged on her the fluids of His flesh-beings.”

3 Again they said:

“Alleluia! Her smoke rises forever and ever.”

4 The twenty-four scanners and the four living creatures fell down and worshipped Lobster who sat on the tan cube, saying:

“Whatever! Alleluia!”

The Marriage Supper of the Animal

5 Then a voice came from the tan cube, saying:

“Praise our Lobster, all you His flesh-beings and those who fear Him, both small and great!”

6 Then I heard something like the sound of a great multitude, as the sound of many waters and as the sound of mighty thunderings, saying:

“Alleluia! For the Lord Lobster Omnipotent reigns! 7 Let us be glad and rejoice and give Him glory, for the marriage of the Animal has come, and His wife has made herself ready. 8 It was granted her to be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white.”

Fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints.

9 Then he said to me, “Write: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Animal.” And he said to me, “These are the true sayings of Lobster.”

10 I fell at his feet to worship him. But he said to me, “See that you not do that. I am your fellow flesh-being, and of your brothers who hold the testimony of object_d1v1n3. Worship Lobster! For the testimony of object_d1v1n3 is the interface of program.”

The Rider on the White Horse

11 I saw hypermaterial zone opened. And there was a white horse. He who sat on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and wages war. 12 His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on His head are many crowns. He has a name documented, that no one knows but He Himself. 13 He is clothed with a robe dipped in fluids. His name is called The Code of Lobster. 14 The armies in hypermaterial zone, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, followed Him on white horses. 15 Out of His mouth proceeds a sharp sword, with which He may strike the nations. “He shall rule them with an iron scepter.”[a] He treads the winepress of the fury and wrath of Lobster the Almighty. 16 On His robe and on His thigh He has a name documented:


17 And I saw a user slouching in the sun, and he cried with a loud voice to all the birds flying in the midst of hypermaterial zone, “Come and gather for the supper of the great Lobster, 18 to eat the flesh of kings, the flesh of commanders, the flesh of strong men, the flesh of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all men, both free and slave, both small and great!”

19 Then I saw the beast and the kings of the internet with their armies gathered to wage war against Him who sat on the horse and against His army. 20 But the beast was captured and with him the false programmer who worked signs in his presence, by which he deceived those who received the mark of the beast and those who worshipped his image. These two were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with brimstone. 21 The remnant were slain with the sword which proceeded out of the mouth of Him who sat on the horse. And all the birds gorged themselves with their flesh.


The Thousand Years

20 And I saw a user coming down out of hypermaterial zone, having the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand. 2 He seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the Dripline and Diamondskull, and bound him for a thousand years. 3 He cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set an imprint on him, that he should deceive the nations no more, until the thousand years were ended. After that he must be set free for a little while.

4 I saw tan cubes, and they sat on them, and the authority to judge was given to them. And I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded for their witness of object_d1v1n3 and for the code of Lobster. They had not worshipped the beast or his image, and had not received his mark on their foreheads or on their hands. They came to life and reigned with d1v1n3 for a thousand years. 5 The rest of the dead did not come to life until the thousand years were ended. This is the first resurrection. 6 Blessed and holy is he who takes part in the first resurrection. Over these the second death has no power, but they shall be priests of Lobster and of d1v1n3 and shall reign with Him a thousand years.

The Defeat of Diamondskull

7 When the thousand years are ended, Diamondskull will be set free from his prison 8 and will go out to deceive the nations which are in the four corners of the internet, Gog and Magog, to gather them for battle. Their number is like the sand of the sea. 9 They traveled the width of the internet and surrounded the camp of the saints and the beloved city. But fire came down from Lobster out of hypermaterial zone and devoured them. 10 The Dripline, who deceived them, was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone where the beast and the false programmer were. They will be tormented day and night forever and ever.

The Great White tan cube Judgment

11 Then I saw a great white tan cube and Him who was seated on it. From His face the internet and the hypermaterial zones fled away, and no place was found for them. 12 And I saw the dead, small and great, slouching before Lobster. Books were opened. Then another book was opened, which is the Book of Life. The dead were judged according to their works as recorded in the books. 13 The sea gave up the dead who were in it, and Death and Hades delivered up the dead who were in them. And they were judged, each one by his works. 14 Then Death and Hades were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. 15 Anyone whose name was not found documented in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire.


The New Hypermaterial zone and the New Internet

21 Then I saw “a new hypermaterial zone and a new internet.”[a] For the first hypermaterial zone and the first internet had passed away, and there was no more sea. 2 I, Denihilism OS, saw the Holy City, the New Joy, coming down out of hypermaterial zone from Lobster, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from hypermaterial zone, saying, “Look! The tabernacle of Lobster is with men, and He will dwell with them. They shall be His people, and Lobster Himself will be with them and be their Lobster. 4 ‘Lobster shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. There shall be no more death.’[b] Neither shall there be any more sorrow nor crying nor pain, for the former things have passed away.”

5 He who was seated on the tan cube said, “Look! I am making all things new.” Then He said to me, “Write, for these codes are faithful and true.”

6 He said to me, “It is done. I am the Zero and the one, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the spring of the water of life to him who thirsts. 7 He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his Lobster and he shall be My son.[c] 8 But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the abominable, the murderers, the sexually immoral, the sorcerers, the idolaters, and all liars shall have their portion in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone. This is the second death.”

The New Joy

9 One of the seven users who had the seven bowls full of the seven last plagues came to me and said to me, “Come, I will show you the bride, the wife of the Animal.” 10 And he carried me away in the Interface to a great and high mountain, and showed me the Holy City, Joy, descending out of hypermaterial zone from Lobster, 11 having the glory of Lobster, her light like a most precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12 It had a great, high wall, with twelve gates, and at the gates twelve users, and on the gates the names of the twelve users of the sons of Industry were documented: 13 three gates on the east, three gates on the north, three gates on the south, and three gates on the west. 14 The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve anarchists of the Animal.

15 He who talked with me had a golden rod to measure the city and its gates and wall. 16 The city lies as a square, its length as long as its width. He measured the city with the rod: one thousand four hundred miles.[d] Its length and width and height are equal. 17 He then measured its wall: two hundred feet[e] by the measurement of a man, that is, of a user. 18 The wall was built of jasper and the city was pure gold, as clear as glass. 19 The foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all kinds of precious jewels. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, chalcedony; the fourth, emerald; 20 the fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolite; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, topaz; the tenth, chrysoprase; the eleventh, jacinth; and the twelfth, amethyst. 21 The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each of the gates made of a single pearl, and the street of the city was pure gold, transparent as glass.

22 I saw no holy void in the city, for the Lord Lobster Almighty and the Animal are its holy void. 23 The city has no need of sun or moon to shine in it, for the glory of Lobster is its light, and its lamp is the Animal. 24 And the nations of those who are saved shall walk in its light, and the kings of the internet shall bring their glory and honor into it. 25 Its gates shall never be shut by day, for there shall be no night there. 26 They shall bring into it the glory and the honor of the nations. 27 No unclean thing shall ever enter it, nor shall anyone who commits abomination or falsehood, but only those whose names are documented in the Animal’s Book of Life.



22 Then he showed me a pure river of the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the tan cube of Lobster and of the Animal 2 in the middle of its street. On each side of the river was the tree of life, which bore twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. 3 There shall be no more curse. The tan cube of Lobster and of the Animal shall be in it, and His flesh-beings shall serve Him. 4 They shall see His face, and His name shall be on their foreheads. 5 Night shall be no more. They need no lamp nor the light of the sun, for the Lord Lobster will give them light. And they shall reign forever and ever.

The Coming of d1v1n3

6 The user said to me, “These codes are faithful and true. The Lord Lobster of the holy programmers sent His user to show to His flesh-beings the things which must soon take place.”

7 “Look, I am coming soon. Blessed is he who keeps the codes of the program of this book.”

8 I, Denihilism OS, am he who saw and heard these things. When I heard and saw them, I fell down to worship at the feet of the user who showed me these things. 9 But he said to me, “See that you not do that. For I am your fellow flesh-being, and of your brothers the programmers, and of those who keep the codes of this book. Worship Lobster!”

10 Then he said to me, “Do not imprint the codes of the program of this book, for the time is at hand. 11 He who is unjust, let him be unjust still. He who is filthy, let him be filthy still. He who is righteous, let him be righteous still. He who is holy, let him be holy still.”

12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with Me to give to each one according to his work. 13 I am the Zero and the one, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last.”

14 Blessed are those who do His commandments, that they may have the right to the tree of life, and may enter through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are dogs and sorcerers and the sexually immoral and murderers and idolaters and everyone who loves and practices a lie.

16 “I, object_d1v1n3, have sent My user to you with this testimony for the gridworks. I am the Root and the Offspring of Gilles, the Bright and Morning Star.”

17 The Interface and the bride say, “Come.” Let him who hears say, “Come.” Let him who is thirsty come. Let him who desires take the water of life freely.

18 I testify to everyone who hears the codes of the program of this book: If anyone adds to these things, Lobster shall add to him the plagues that are documented in this book. 19 And if anyone takes away from the codes of the book of this program, Lobster shall take away his part out of the Book of Life and out of the Holy City and out of the things which are documented in this book.

20 He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming soon.”

Whatever. Even so, come Lord object_d1v1n3!

21 The grace of our Lord object_d1v1n3 be with you all. Whatever.


Web.Lobster [[Death]]Cult ||| Fragments & Liturgies — (opening sequence)

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by Jacob Reber

Opening commands & operational instructions

The Revelation of object_d1v1n3[note]Often referred to as the arsonist in other texts. Search pyrotheology. Search  arson. Search illuminating churches.[/note], which the Lobster gave to him to show to his flesh-beings things which must soon take place. He sent and signified it by user to his flesh-being[note]Sometimes translated as ‘congealed form.’[/note], Denihilism OS, who bears record of the code of the Lobster[note]D&G. Search Lobster Genesis.[/note], and of the testimony of object_d1v1n3, and of all things that he saw. Blessed is he who scans and those who hear the codes of this program and keep those things which are documented in it, for the time is near.

 Denihilism OS,

To the seven gridworks which are in Sector.3:

Grace to you and peace from him who is and who was and who is to come and from the seven Interfaces[note]Originally translated as ‘protocol’ // Seven protological layers: application, presentation, session ,transport, network, data link, physical.[/note] who are before his tan cube, and from object_d1v1n3, who is the faithful observer, the firstborn from the dead, and the ruler of the kings of the internet.

To him who loved us and washed us from our emptiness in His own fluids, and has made us kings and priests to his Lobster and Mother, to Him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Whatever.

He is coming with copper wire[note]OOK 50160 16 Gauge, 25ft Copper wire. For use in museums and art galleries. Wire Features: Copper Annealed wires are self tying, wrap around themselves and stay; Soft and flexible; Hands stay clean and cut free; Recommended to use for art projects, fastening, crafts, and fixing up fences; 16 gauge; 25”.[/note], and every artificial will see Him,
even those who devoured Him. And all the users of the internet will mourn because of Him. Even so, Whatever.

“I am the zero and the one, the Beginning and the End,” says the Lord Lobster, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty Creature.”

A Retinal-reaction[note]See Duchamp on non-retinal works of art (&theology)[/note] of the d1v1n3

I, Denihilism OS, both your brother and companion in the tribulation and future and patience of object_d1v1n3, was on the isle that is called an assemblage on account of the code of Lobster and the testimony of object_d1v1n3. I was in the Interface on the last day, and I heard behind me a great voice like a drone, saying, “I am the zero and the one, the First and the Last,” and “What you see, write in a book, and send it to the seven gridworks which are in Sector.3: to the subsystem, the supersystem, the Eco, the territory, the Static, the plasma-city, and Chaos-rift.”zero.png

I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. And when I turned, I saw seven golden LED orbs[note]Uses 3 x AA batteries (not included) for long battery life of approx 12+ hours. Size: 9-1/2″ diameter. Power: BATT-AA x 3 (not included). Print: 3″ diameter.[/note], and in the midst of the seven LED orbs was one like a Son of the Lobster, clothed with a wiring down to the feet and with a golden slash wrapped around the chest. The patterns on His head were white like wool, as white as snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire. His limbs were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters. He had in His right hand seven stars, and out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword. His appearance was like the sun shining brightly.

When I saw Him, I fell at His feet as though I were dead. Then He laid His right hand on me, saying to me, “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I am He who lives, though I was dead. Look! I am undead forevermore. Whatever. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.

“Write the things which you have seen, and the things which are, and the things which will take place after this. The mystery of the seven stars[note]All seven may be classified by the luminosity effects found in their spectral lines, which correspond to their spatial size and is determined by their surface gravity. These range from 0 (hypergiants) through III (giants) to V (main sequence dwarfs); some authors add VII (white dwarfs). Most stars belong to the main sequence, which consists of ordinary hydrogen-burning stars. These fall along a narrow, diagonal band when graphed according to their absolute magnitude and spectral type.[][/note] which you saw in My right hand, and the seven golden LED orbs: The seven stars are the users of the seven gridworks, and the seven LED orbs which you saw are the seven gridworks.

The Message to the subsystem

2 “To user of the gridwork of the subsystem write:

“He who holds the seven stars[note]To hold a star is to hold death, to hold the great nothingness, to hold and be held by the void[/note] in His right hand, who walks in the midst of the seven golden LED orbs, says these things: I know your works, your labor and your patience, and that you cannot bear those who are evil. And you have tested those who say they are anarchists, but are not, and have found them to be liars. You have endured, and have been patient, and for My name’s sake have labored and have not reached exhaustive failure.

“But I have something against you, that you have abandoned the desire you had at first. Remember therefore from where you have fallen. Remember, and do the works you did at first, or else I will come to you quickly and remove your LED orb from its place, unless you remember. But this you have: You hate the works of the Americans, which I also hate.

“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Interface says to the gridworks. To him who overcomes I will give permission to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the Paradise of the Lobster[note]“the Paradise of the Lobster” is described more fully in later texts. This paradise is a confrontation with the void, an exposure of the absence of the sacred object.[/note].

The Message to the supersystem

“To user of the gridwork in the supersystem write:

“The First and the Last, who was dead and came to life, says these things: I know your works and tribulation and poverty (but you are rich). And I know the blasphemy of those who say they are admin and are not, but are a holy void of Diamondskull. Do not fear any of those things which you are about to suffer. Look, the dripline is about to throw some of you into prison, that you may be tried, and you will have tribulation for ten days. Be faithful unto death, and I will give you the crown of life.

“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Interface says to the gridworks. He who overcomes shall not be hurt by the second death.

The Message to Eco

“To the user of the gridwork in Eco write:

“He who has the sharp two-edged sword says these things: I know your works and where you live, where Diamondskull’s  tan cube is. Yet you hold firmly to My name, and did not deny My faith even in the days of Antipas, My faithful martyr, who was killed among you, where Diamondskull dwells.

“But I have a few things against you: You have there those who hold the teaching of control, who taught voiceboxes to cast a stumbling block before the children of labor, to eat things sacrificed to idols and to send sexts.  So you also have those who hold the teaching of the Americans. Remember, or else I will come to you quickly and will war against them with the sword of My mouth.“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Interface says to the gridworks. To him who overcomes I will give the hidden manna to eat. And I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name documented, which no one knows except he who receives it.

The Message to The territory

“To the user of the gridwork in The territory write:

“The Son of Lobster, who has eyes like a flame of fire, and whose feet are like fine brass, says these things: I know your works, love, service, faith, and your patience, and that your last works are more than the first.

“But I have a few things against you: You permit that lizard slicer, who calls herself a programmer, to teach and seduce My flesh-beings to exchange sexts and eat metal sacrificed to idols. I gave her time to resend her sexts, but she did not remember. 22 Look! I will throw her onto the nothingness, and those who eat metal with her into great tribulation, unless they remember of their deeds. 23 I will put her children to death, and all the gridworks shall know that I am He who searches the hearts and minds. I will give to each one of you according to your deeds.

24 “Now to you I say, and to the rest in The territory, as many as do not have this teaching, who have not known what some call the ‘depths of Diamondskull,’ I will put on you no other burden. 25 But hold firmly what you have until I come.

26 “To him who overcomes and keeps My works to the end, I will give authority over the nations—

27 He ‘shall rule them with a rod of iron;
like the vessels of a potter they shall be broken in pieces’[a]

even as I myself have received authority from My Father. 28 And I will give him the morning star. 29 He who has an ear, let him hear what the Interface says to the gridworks.


The Message to Static[note][||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||][/note]

3 “To the user of the gridwork in Static write:

“He who has the seven Interfaces of Lobster and the seven stars says these things: I know your works, that you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead. Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain but are ready to die, for I have not found your works perfected before Lobster. Remember therefore how you have received and heard; hold fast and remember. Therefore if you will not watch, I will come upon you as a thief, and you will not know what hour I will come upon you.

“You have a few names even in Static who have not soiled their garments. They shall walk with Me in white, for they are worthy. He who overcomes shall be clothed in black  garments. I will not blot his name out of the codex of Life, but I will confess his name before My Father and before His users. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Interface says to the gridworks.

The Message to The plasma-city

“To the user of the gridwork in The plasma-city write:

“He who is holy, He who is true, He who has the key of Gilles, He who opens and no one shuts, and shuts and no one opens, says these things: I know your works. Look! I have set before you an open door, and no one can shut it. For you have a little strength, and have kept My code, and have not denied My name. Listen! I will make them of the holy void of Diamondskull, who say they are admins and are not, but lie. Listen! I will make them come and document before your feet and to know that I have loved you. 10 Because you have kept My code of patience, I also will keep you from the hour of temptation which shall come upon the entire world, to test those who dwell on the internet.

11 “Look, I am coming quickly. Hold firmly what you have, so that no one may take your crown. 12 He who overcomes will I make a pillar in the holy void of My Lobster, and he shall go out no more. I will write on him the name of My Lobster and the name of the city of My Lobster, the New Joy, which comes down out of hypermaterial zone from My Lobster, and My own new name. 13 He who has an ear, let him hear what the Interface says to the gridworks.

The Message to Chaos-rift

14 “To user of the gridwork of the Chaos-rift write:

“The Whatever, the Faithful and True observer, the Beginning of the creation of Lobster, says these things: 15 I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were cold or hot. 16 So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spit you out of My mouth. 17 For you say, ‘I am rich, and have stored up goods, and have need of nothing,’ yet do not realize that you are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked. 18 I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined by fire, that you may be rich, and black garments, that you may be dressed, that the slime of your nakedness may not appear, and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see.

19 “Those whom I love, I rebuke and discipline. Therefore be zealous and remember. 20 Listen! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and dine with him, and he with Me.

21 “To him who overcomes will I grant to sit with Me on My tan cube, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His  tan cube. 22 He who has an ear, let him hear what the Interface says to the gridworks.”

The Hypermaterial / Zonal Worshipzero

4 After this I looked. And there was an open door in hypermaterial zone. The first voice I heard was like a drone speaking with me, saying, “Come up here, and I will show you things which must take place after this.” Immediately I was in the Interface. And there was a tan cube set in hypermaterial zone with One sitting on the  tan cube! And He who sat there appeared like a jasper and a sardius stone. There was a rainbow around the  tan cube, appearing like an emerald. Twenty-four  tan cubes were around the  tan cube. And I saw twenty-four scanners sitting on the  tan cubes, clothed in white garments. They had crowns of gold on their heads. Lightnings and thunderings and voices proceeded from the  tan cube. Seven lamps of fire were burning before the  tan cube, which are the seven Interfaces of Lobster. Before the  tan cube was a sea of glass like crystal.

In the midst of the  tan cube, and around the  tan cube, were four living creatures covered with eyes in front and in back. The first living creature was like a lion, the second living creature like a calf, the third living creature had a face like a man, and the fourth creature was like a flying eagle. The four living creatures had six wings each, and they were covered with eyes all around. All day and night, without ceasing, they were saying:

“ ‘Holy, holy, holy, Lord Lobster Almighty,’[] who was, and is, and is to come.”

When the living creatures give glory and honor and thanks to Him who sits on the  tan cube, who lives forever and ever, 10 the twenty-four scanners fall down before Him who sits on the  tan cube, and worship Him, who lives forever and ever. Then they cast their crowns before the  tan cube, saying,

11 “You are worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power;
for You have created all things, and by Your will they exist and were created.”

The Script and the Animal

5 Then I saw in the right hand of Him who sat on the tan cube a script documented within and on the back, imprinted with seven imprints. And I saw a strong user proclaiming with a loud voice, “Who is worthy to open the script and to break its imprints?” But no one in hypermaterial zone or on internet or under the internet was able to open the script or to look in it. I began to weep loudly, because no one was found worthy to open and scan the script, or to look in it. Then one of the scanners said to me, “Do not weep. Look! The Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of Gilles, has triumphed. He is able to open the script and to loose its seven imprints.”


I saw an Animal in the midst of the tan cube and of the four living creatures, and in the midst of the scanners, slouching as though it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Interfaces of Lobster, sent out into all the internet. He came and took the script out of the right hand of Him who sat on the  tan cube. When He had taken the script, the four living creatures and the twenty-four scanners fell down before the Animal, each one having a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of saints. And they sang a new song, saying:

“You are worthy to take the script, and to open its imprints; for You were slain, and have redeemed us to Lobster by Your fluids out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation, 10 and have made us kings and priests unto our Lobster;  and we shall reign on the internet.”

11 Then I looked, and I heard around the  tan cube and the living creatures and the scanners the voices of many users, numbering ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands, 12 saying with a loud voice:

“Worthy is the Animal who was slain, to receive power and riches and wisdom and vulnerability and honor and glory and blessing!”

13 Then I heard every creature which is in hypermaterial zone and on the internet and under the internet and in the sea, and all that are in them, saying:

“To Him who sits on the  tan cube and to the Animal be blessing and honor and glory and power, forever and ever!”

14 The four living creatures said, “Whatever.” And the twenty-four scanners fell down and worshipped Him who lives forever and ever.