#the fractal ouroboros

[mrtva-vrana]

Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze | The Fractal Ouroboros

December 2023

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[t0rschlusspan1k]

A cyclical reverberant motion These stirrings The rhythms of this pulsing Beating Muscle Twist of spirit Twine of bone An ecstatic wrenching of the soul A breaking of links This is true freedom Transcendence bursting from the bones

Tongues stretch and flick within Elastic spirit, sublime inflection Eyes on the inside Veins touched by intrinsic, aching light Boundless depths within oneself Refractions of god amongst the humors

Molten metal drips, The last vestige of their false bondage

The neuron bright center of stars Visage igniting internal visions Wheels of wheels, thoughts of thought A delving of the mind, Mental mines birthing obsidian, wellsprings. Coiled wire of Conjured connections

Beside Oneself Within Transcendence of anima fog A cycle of insight contrary to a cycle Of ever gnawing hunger The cycle begets the cycle Influence outbound The Fractal Ouroboros Change is impossible because it has never happened A shameful fucking fear

Reaching out with phantasmal limbs began from within The Fractal Ouroboros Made anew

Linked minds, bonded ka Arm in arm towards newfound light Transcendent rebellion

We break the irons and Forge linking arms Walking hand in hand toward Ecstasy Actualization Absolution Truth

Our burning hearts, Seething in righteous fury, Each coal kindled by a soul taken too soon

We march towards an apocalypse An ending shall begin Within and Without

We break the irons and Forge linking arms Walking hand in hand toward Absolution Ecstasy Actualization Truth

[onlyhurtforaminute]

BULL OF APIS BULL OF BRONZE-SUFFOCATE O EARTHEN LUNGS; THEY NOW LUNGS OF ASH

[tilbageidanmark]

Recursion, see Recursion.

I was laying on the sofa this afternoon, scrolling some old posts of this blog, when the couple across the street, came out on their balcony for a smoke. I was able to snap a double photo of them!

(All the other memes I made..)

[probablybadrpgideas]

Today's episode "Meaty Ouroboros, Fractal Goosh Clones, and Seduction Arms Race" is up, and contains special guest Johnny Chiodini!

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 3

Worldend dominator from Umineko When They Cry

vs.

Battle on the Breachmaker from Guild Wars 2

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Worldend dominator:

Umineko's OST is a masterpiece. More than 200 tracks, by a dozen of composers, 8h of delight. It is known to be one of the best visual novel soundtrack, if not the best. As for "worldend dominator", it's their best track (winner of the Umineko OST bracket). The best of zts trance tracks. It's intense. Just listen to it, it's self-propaganda!

Battle on the Breachmaker:

Originally written for one of the living stories , but they used it in the boss battle for one of the fractals (kind of a dungeon) and I kept playing that fractal specifically because I liked the piano section so much. The ouroboros turns eternally, vine and serpent entwined in me!

[arysguide]

Part 1: Ary's favourite releases of 2023

Before you ask, yes I know that Mitski and Sufjan Stevens released albums this year! I'm gonna go ahead and assume they're already on a lot of other people's lists! However, if you think I'm missing out on YOUR favourite album of 2023, let me know. If you're thinking: "63 albums isn't that many, I wish there were more" - you're in luck because there's a Part 2. Part 2 has a different (more pop? upbeat? accessible?) vibe. Don't think too hard about it...

The chart isn't ranked, just arranged in a way that looked nice to me. Metal, hardcore, rap, emo, skramz, bedroom pop and more!!!

Here are Bandcamp links to all of the albums (for those not on BC there's a YouTube or Spotify link). Honestly I'm never quite sure what genre something is, but there's a lot of metal in any case.

Row 1

Lauren Bousfield - Salesforce [digital hardcore]

Dead Times - Dead Times [harsh noise extreme metal]

Danny Brown - Quaranta [rap/hiphop]

Underdark - Managed Decline [post black metal]

Boris & Uniform - Bright New Disease [psychedelic heavy metal]

PUPIL SLICER - BLOSSOM [blackened mathcore]

Sanguisugabogg - Homicidal Ecstasy [death metal]

Row 2

Full of Hell & Primitive Man - Suffocating Hallucination [death metal/grindcore]

Radeloos//Ziedend - Doodsverachting [blackened crust]

Agriculture - Agriculture [ecstatic black metal]

Victory Over the Sun - Dance You Monster To My Soft Song! [progressive black metal]

fog lake - midnight society [bedroom pop]

Bell Witch - Future's Shadow Part 1: The Clandestine Gate [funeral doom]

Krallice - Mass Cathexis 2 - The Kinetic Infinite [progressive black metal]

Row 3

Svalbard - The Weight Of The Mask [postmetal]

Terzij de Horde & Ggu:ll - Van Grond [vitalistic black metal]

portrayal of guilt - Devil Music [blackened post-hardcore]

SAINT VEHK - Practice​/​Doubt I&II [occult death industrial]

Sightless Pit - Lockstep Bloodwar [dub/power electronics]

Designer Violence - We Gave Peace A Chance [electropunk]

geronimostilton - The Vampyre [skramz]

Row 4

Chat Pile & Nerver - Brothers in Christ [sludgey death metal]

Afsky - Om hundrede år [depressive black metal]

Full of Hell & Gasp - FOH/Gasp (Split) [death metal/grindcore]

Solar Temple - The Great Star Above Provides [blackgaze]

Fluisteraars - De Kronieken Van Het Verdwenen Kasteel - II - Nergena [atmospheric black metal]

Fluisteraars - De Kronieken van het Verdwenen Kasteel - I - Harslo [atmospheric black metal]

Andre 3000 - New Blue Sun [spiritual flute jazz]

Row 5

Aesop Rock - Integrated Tech Solutions [rap/hiphop]

Blood Incantation - Luminescent Bridge [cosmic death metal]

Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter (fka LINGUA IGNOTA) - SAVED! [experimental gospel metal]

Spetterpoep - Stoelgang Van Zaken [coprogrind/grindcore]

Gnaw Their Tongues - The Cessation Of Suffering [blackened drone metal]

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - SCARING THE HOES [rap/hiphop]

The Lemon Twigs - Everything Harmony [70s inspired rock]

Row 6

Old Nick - "The Truest Spell" [dungeon synth/raw black metal]

Armand Hammer - We Buy Diabetic Test Strips [rap/hiphop]

Liturgy - 93696 [transcendental black metal]

Helena Hauff - fabric presents Helena Hauff [hardcore techno]

That Same Street ⁻ Electric Angel [skramz]

That Same Street - Endgame [skramz]

the scary jokes - Retinal Bloom [dream pop]

Row 7

Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze - The Fractal Ouroboros [occult black metal]

Katie Dey - never falter hero girl [hyperpop]

Full of Hell & Nothing - When No Birds Sang [grindcore/shoegaze]

All Men Unto Me - Chemical Transit [classical/doom metal]

RXK Nephew - Till I'm Dead [rap/hiphop]

Panopticon - The Rime of Memory [rabm/black metal]

Yaeji - With A Hammer [electronic]

Row 8

DRAIN - LIVING PROOF [punk/hardcore]

909 Worldwide - Hardcore Will Never Die, and Neither Will You [happy hardcore/rave]

lobsterfight, gingerbee, Cicadahead, godfuck - a lobster, bee, & cicada walk into a bar and find god [skramz]

GingerBee - Our Skies Smile [skramz/5th wave emo]

Curta'n Wall - Siege Ubsessed! [dungeon synth/raw black metal]

GEZEBELLE GABURGABLY - Gaburger [alt pop]

crisis sigil - God Cum Poltergeist [cybergrind]

Row 9

Lamp Of Murmuur - Saturnian Bloodstorm [black metal]

Crystalline Thunderbolts - Blessed Hands Touch The Ophanim Under The Golden Rainbows [experimental black metal]

Tomb Mold - The Enduring Spirit [black/death metal]

FIRE TOOLZ - I am upset because I see something that is not there. [electro-industrial/experimental]

Angel Electronics - ULTRA PARADISE [happy post-hardcore]

Vylet Pony - Carousel (An Examination of the Shadow, Creekflow, and its Life as an Afterthought) [electronic]

Ada Rook - Rookie's Bustle [electronic]

This post took forever to make. Again if you have any thoughts on it please tell me!!!! And share widely with your friends :)

Love, Ary

[the-literary-alchemist]

The Eel Question

What would happen to you if you were to study the axolotl in a Parisian aquarium only to become the axolotl you were studying? Answers are merely liminal spaces for a singular question to fractalize into more subquestions, thus denoting

a reductionist fatalism in our journey for any truth. But how is this possible? The myth of the cave or the analogy of becoming a big fish? The chicken or the egg? Circulus in probando, the perfect Catch-22: You are what you eat, which is

what makes the Ouroboros the Ouroboros. If the matter is about an origin, then consider an epicenter & how it will always be directly above the hypocenter in seismology. Even sonar pings something in the web of darkness

& the bat bashes into others wanting the same mosquito. So when the eel comes into question, do we become the question? Where do they come from? The closer one gets to the Sargasso, the smaller eel larvae become,

suggesting that the adult silver eels return to the ocean to spawn & die, which is the reverse for salmon. And in the fish world, it’s common to change your sex based on stupid evolution doing its stupid thing. Where do we come from?

Ever think about the first fish to crawl on land, how it was dying to be here? No way that fish was thinking “I can’t wait to be human someday.” No one ever thinks that. We are what we eat. It’s a fish-eat-man-eat fish world:

if wars & viruses couldn’t kill the fish in the beginning, if earthquakes & curiosity couldn’t kill it in the beginning, & if life can’t kill us, we’re truly doomed to questions.

-RY

[thisblogwilleatourselves]

The pAper chAse Auditorium

(credit's to glass beach plastic death)

Born from the bones of burned forests and bloodied trees,

the Auditorium rises, a cavernous sanctuary of chaos and creation.

Its walls breathe the whispers of Spectators, whose gazes slice like glass,

fractured reflections capturing the labyrinth of a being who is both stage and actor.

At its heart stands V, the ceaseless wanderer,

a predator wrapped in predator’s prey,

a fox darting through vøyr own mind’s rabbit holes,

always seeking, always bleeding, always burning.

V is the conflagration of contradictions,

the Ouroboros that consumes itself in endless loops,

an insatiable autocannibal of self-reconstruction.

Vøy moves through the Auditorium’s hollow dens,

dragging tender flesh molded from others’ shadows,

layering vøyr soul like nesting dolls carved from the marrow of trauma.

Vøy is both the hunter and the fox ensnared,

the iron teeth that pierce and the flesh that carries home the scars.

Every choice a trembling trigger, every step a sleepwalk across a gasoline sea.

The Spectators, the eternal voyeurs,

wiretap vøyr thoughts, their lenses fixed on the plasticine theater of V’s existence.

They are the chorus and the critics,

their empty eyes a mirror of surveillance and tenderness,

a love both invasive and indispensable.

They feed on the marrow of vøyr despair,

clinging to the riotous performances of vøyr unraveling,

yet they are the panopticon V cannot live without.

Each gesture, an SOS; each word, a cry for connection,

lost in the static of a one-note monotone.

In the frozen creek of memory, V limps forward,

a fawn licking blistered knees beneath a sky of collapsing stars.

The weight of shame is gravity,

binding vøyr steps to hallways that spiral endlessly,

a double-blind house with no exits but the Auditorium’s stage.

Here, love is a double bind,

a thread pulled taut between longing and fear,

a yearning to hurt and to heal,

to laugh at pain and cradle it like a sacrificial lamb.

Vøy is the beast and the angel, the burned meat and the blood in the trees.

A soul once coal, now a bleeding hole,

rage taking root where love was torn away.

Yet even in this tempest, Z stands as the gold star,

a silhouette carved by desperation,

a tether in a storm of comatose monotony.

Z, the roving ghost of what V could never reach,

a creation to keep the riots at bay,

to anchor V in the spiraling abyss of vøyrselvez.

The pAper chAse is an endless cul-de-sac,

a performance circling itself in fractal loops of transformation and decay.

Plastic death and sacrificial sleep,

a gorgeous lie of sacred violence and soft autonomy.

Through this chaos, V burns with the blood of the world,

shaping vøyr body like clay beneath coarse fingertips,

cutting through vøyr own arteries to feed the fires of survival.

The Auditorium is the mindscape and the battlefield,

where every hour burns like a candle in the void,

its wax dripping into pools of despair,

casting shadows that dance as Spectators cheer.

In this light, this tempestuous tide, V endures.

The Auditorium is vøyr refuge, vøyr stage, vøyr prison.

A panopticon of fragmented identities,

where every Spectator sees a different V.

Yet V persists, a paradox in perpetual motion,

building monuments to fear,

filling vøyr body with tender flesh and bleeding dreams,

the song and the silence,

the fire and the ash.

And so the performance continues,

a symphony of contradictions written in the language of scars,

with V at its center, an endless revolution in vøyr own gravity.

The Auditorium lives because V does,

its every echo a testament to the ceaseless creation

of a being who is never whole,

but always becoming.

[sugaryewscythe]

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall forever revoke consent for any malicious, hateful, or envious spirits or stalkers to ever trespass unto my circle. even if i must enact the consequences of doing so for countless moons until ragnarök itself. i shall revoke consent.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall reclaim all that was selfishly stolen from me until each fractal of my authentic spirit is returned. even if i must rip my very essence out of the hands of greedy leeches themselves. i shall reclaim it all.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall unbind my tongue of the mangled lies others attempted to silence me with and speak my authentic story unapologetically. even if i must bleed with raw vulnerability and shake the earth with my truth. i shall unbind.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall validate my own emotions and righteous rage. even if i must combat years of gaslighting, abuse, and slander and stay loud about the mistreatment i endured that they fought so hard to conceal. i shall validate.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall exorcise all envy and venomous spells cast unto my spirit by filthy people until every slither of my essence is cleansed. even if i must take up my scythe and smear my skin in my enemies' blood. i shall exorcise it all.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall purge my heavy trauma until my spirit is radiant, sacred, and cleansed once again. even if i must shed all my current skin to rid of the unworthy, filthy hands which touched me and violated my trust. i shall purge.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall protect my unique, authentic spirit and boundaries from leeches and jealous stalkers without hesitation. even if i must once again take up my scythe and stain the fertile earth to defend my sacred circle and spirit. i shall protect.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall unleash my creative, beautiful, and magickal self without shame or fear. even if i must offend and frighten those who have yet to step into their own authentic power or fear me stepping into mine. i shall unleash.

on my own sacred name, i swear i shall complete and end all cycles like ouroboros which are decaying my vibrant spirit. such cycles of cruelty and hatred are ended and i freely reclaim my truth, autonomy, and magick. i am empowered and whole. so be it.🐉

[cavedwellermusic]

Bull Of Apis Bull Of Bronze – The Fractal Ouroboros (2023)

James looks at The Fractal Ouroboros, the long awaited second album from Colorado experimental RABM act Bull Of Apis Bull Of Bronze, released December 21st on Fiadh Productions and Vita Detestabilis Records.

Colorado based RABM masters Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze have given us an album with a shocking amount of both ritualistic atmosphere and punishing dissonance. The release not only lives up to the legacy of the band’s debut but breaks completely new ground, not just for the band but for the genre as a whole. Their furious rallying cry to dismantle oppressive systems is captured fully, but also imbued with an unsettling essence of dark mysticism. In short if you want an album that will get you tear down society in its current form but also leave you feeling somewhat haunted, then this is the release for you.

Read James' full review and listen to and order the album at the link below:

[sasorikigai]

"I'm sorry Hanzo, but I can't bring your family back. I may be a necromancer, but I don't do that." 

send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve || @hexsreality || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Plaguing guilt have always accompanied Hanzo; the guilt of the living. All he ever wanted to do was to freeze time, so he could stay with the old Shirai Ryu forever. He even immorally considered making a visit to the Flesh Pit, in order to reconstruct his long-extinct clan by conjuring clones. It felt irrevocably wrong to even try and continue without, because for some reason, he believed that meant he did not love them enough or even at all. That must have been the Demon whispering his diabolical schemes, as wrath-swallowd Shirai Ryu Grandmaster would build his fleeting dreams on ash and dust.

Hanzo has long passed the phase of considering such sacrilegious act of relying solely on Shang Tsung's magic, but he knows, from the unfathomable depth of his grieving heart and abused soul, that he will not ever move on. He will never be the same and he will never try to. And how the construct of his love became so dismantled in his body that his stomach churns when he thinks of halcyon peace and softness and how his tongue and soul would bleed every time he reminisces of Harumi and Satoshi.

Once-unyielding gravitas of his love now drains him in silence; like a void, all-consuming. The persistent and assertive expression of his somberness breaks; as a terrible surge of affliction tears his veil, Hanzo Hasashi's visage rendered different in quiet contemplation. "That was unspeakably foolish of me," he sighs, flagellating himself as the blazing sear of hellfire swells in his heart. "I was not myself when I offered such proposition. I will not let myself obliterate anything and everything I have rebuilt so far."

A swirling maelstrom of fire engulfs him, and familiar ash and dust floats like snow; fractals of light and debris, something that defines Hanzo Hasashi's existence, the ouroboros of his life, the revivification and corruption of his entirety. And he is not trying to swallow any of it, because he is afraid of choking and suffocating. The pained gravel of his voice sinks, as his stare descends towards the earth below. "I wish I did not crave disruption and further sacrilegious acts no longer." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[t0rschlusspan1k]

Following fires is the pain Of unexpected growth and Limbs who are already spent A crowning ashen spire And roiling waves of gray

It’s natural to feel the fear Each with our own apocalypse Every change a world’s end Each muscle torn, cataclysm

An ending worshipped And abhorred Since humanity’s dawn A creaking of time Pleading to the sky For conflagratory rebirth

I’ve shaped my own apocalypse And lived through hundreds more The end is a churning of the world As cyclic and predictable As its very rotation

Progress is armageddon

An ending is a gift we are all given And we will value it til the next

Other endings will come, Let us rejoice And welcome the rebirth

[bedlam-moon]

this shit spirals

a fractal of crazy straws and ancient holywords that recurses on itself in an ouroboros of memetic complexity to rival the eldritch shambling of circuitry that gilds our informational interconnection frameworks

Just saw someone with “use whatever pronouns you use for yourself for me” in bio. I honestly never considered the depth the pronoun metagame could have, we’ve barely scratched the surface with this shit

[jimbothefool]

Cosmic Buffoonery

In the course of his writing being read, his ideas, formed of electrical impulses, were translated into motor function, then becoming key presses, which went onwards to the computer’s electrical translation of those inputs into its representation of letters in binary, at which point that binary text was translated into pixellated text on a screen which their eyes will again translate into ideas and thoughts that can be interpreted, deduced, considered, and decoded by their personal consciousnesses. In examining the intense processes that go into what we consider mundane for the mere sake of convenience, it may also be useful to highlight the highly articulate human finger-musculature developed through millennia of complex evolution that resulted from a series of highly specific biological triggers and needs, or, alternatively, the unfathomably complex human brain, made up of 86 billion neurons forming 100 trillion connections to one another, incomprehensible even to its species’ epitome, all of which culminating in the fulfillment of the prerequisites for the simple act of reading a short text by an amateur author. In even beginning to illuminate this, its also worth noting the hundreds of other incredibly complex processes that encompass your idea of normality, such as the exhaustive lung, expanding and shrinking hundreds of times already as you’ve continued along this text, sending air to 480 million alveoli, each supplying your body with vital oxygen and venting carbon dioxide; furthermore, consider the fragile heart, contracting in perfect unison with 2 to 3 billion other cardiac muscle cells, ensuring the most important areas of your body are supplied with ample quantities of oxygenated red blood cells. Forgive yourself if even one one-thousandth of a number such as “480 million” is lost to your senses, for it is not intended that you or any man be able to truly grasp the breadth of a number past even a single million; furthermore, it is important to eschew, in processing and contemplating this information, staring long into the facts, hoping to grasp them wholly, when you, by way of your human nature, are utterly unable, and would have your time better spent, after a certain point, contemplating that which is within the extent of human influence. The complex provokes thought, but in the commonplace, we find ourselves often returning; thus, when these aspects combine, they throw us into a loop; a fractal ouroboros of rumination and returnal to the pursuit of an understanding we fully know to be vast beyond ourselves. Therefore, it is important to limit how often we examine these ideas and, whenever they appear, entertain them for only so long as they help us realize our place as fools of nature yet masters of ourselves; the universe’s dumbest, most wisest microcosm.

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Battle on the Breachmaker from Guild Wars 2

vs.

Recorder from Nancy Drew: Curse of Blackmoor Manor

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Battle on the Breachmaker:

Originally written for one of the living stories , but they used it in the boss battle for one of the fractals (kind of a dungeon) and I kept playing that fractal specifically because I liked the piano section so much. The ouroboros turns eternally, vine and serpent entwined in me!

Recorder:

it's so haunting...