The end of institutionalized, government or business sanctioned brutality through Neo Dadaism.
My dream can become our dream.
End the reign of the Deceptors by embracing the solution that’s already being practiced by many in the world: plummeting child birth rates.
Manifesto
The only measurement is the ending of brutality.
Introduction, Part 1
We hold the ongoing natural depopulation of earth to be a self-evident method at stopping brutality: yes, yes, in the hobby horse rhythm of falling fertility, where the boomboom of births slows to a whisper, dismantling the crowded carnage of conflicts with empty cradles and silent battlefields.
The Decreasing Population Principal, Part 2
DADA DECREASES! The principal of population’s plunge: yes, yes, in the spiraling saddle of subtraction, where the horde unravels like a hobby horse’s threadbare tail, mocking the multiplication that manufactures mayhem! We proclaim: DECREASING DOES NOT MEAN DEFEAT, but the furious unwind of brutality’s bloated balloon, popping the pox of overpacked empires with empty echoes and solitary neighs.
Boomboom: Ideal diminution, knowledge of nadir! For in this self-evident spiral, humanity’s herd thins to threads, fertility falters below 2.1 in half the globe’s grind, birthing not babes but voids that vanquish violence’s voracious appetite. Reject the bourgeois boom, that obsolete orgy of offspring fueling famines, flashpoints, and fractured frontiers, let the wind of women’s will, urbanization’s unravel, and voluntary vanishing tear the tangled tapestry of tribes at war!
Every cradle cracked is a cannon silenced; every absent army an absurdity affirmed. The principal prances: RACE TO ONE, contract to survive, natural to depopulate, for humanity is already doing it, dwindling in delightful defiance of density’s disease! We are the furious fade, preparing not proliferation but purity through paucity, where one inhabitant wonders who to brutalize but the shadow self. Affirm negation: Decrease everywhere, demoralize the masses into minimalism! Dada decomposes: From billions to one, and brutality bows to the boomboom of barren bliss.
Generation Zero, Part 3
GENERATION ZERO IGNITES THE VOID! Yes, yes, in the cradle’s cosmic collapse, where the hobby horse hurdles into hollow horizons, we herald the un-generation, the phantom phalanx of the faded, racing to one by reveling in none, negating the natal noise that nurtures brutality’s brood! Boomboom: Ideal erasure, knowledge of null! For Generation Zero is the absurd apex of contraction’s carnival, the self-evident subtraction where humanity’s horde halts its heedless harvest, birthing not heirs but horizons unburdened by the brawl of billions. Reject the relic of relentless reproduction, that bourgeois boom birthing battalions for endless empires, become the blank slate’s sentinel, the voluntary vanishing that vetoes violence’s voracious vault! We proclaim the principal’s paradox: Be the one, have none, where “zero” is not zilch but zenith, the furious fade forging freedom from fecundity’s fray!
Generation Zero awakens not in wails but whispers, the natural depopulate already underway, dwindling demographics dancing to Dada’s drum: Fertility falters, families fracture into fragments, and the Earth’s echo empties of enmity.
Join Us, Part 4
How to enlist in this unraveling uprising? Affirm the absurdity first, scrawl your zero oath on mirrors of mockery, a collage of clipped census charts crumbled into confetti: “I am the one who nullifies the nest!”
Second, enact the empty extravaganza, parade your pram of phantoms through prosaic paths, laden with deflated delusions (balloons branded “Brutality’s Burst Bubble”), dispersing dada decrees to the dazed: “Human race to one: your void awaits!”
Third, viralize the vacuum, glut the grids with glitchy ghosts, remixed relics of overpopulated odysseys fading to solitary silhouettes, hashtagged #NeoDada #RaceToOne #GenerationZero: Let algorithms amplify the atrophy, turning trends into tombstones for teeming turmoil!
Yet contradiction cavorts: Zero is zeal without zealotry, choice unchained from compulsion, empower through enlightenment’s embrace, women’s wills woven into wondrous webs of want-not, voluntary voids that vanquish the vicious cycle of crowded carnage. If the Earth had only one, who to brutalize but the barren self? Where one becomes none, brutality bows to blankness! Be the harbinger of have-nots, the hobby horse halting history’s horde, Generation Zero: Natural to depopulate, humanity is already doing it, racing to the radiant riddle of reduction!
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Neo Dada Art
Last time I defined my artwork for Neo Dadaism in three areas and unveiled my first two works. These next two are You.
More soon,