Part 3 of 4. Part 1 is available here and Part 2 here.
in the crowd in the dungeon of the sushi restaurant on Mulberry Street my front teeth are numb and I’m next to Dull who is telling me about when he lived in LA and was in the Kanye retinue for about a year and was around when the shit with the Donda Academy was going down I mean if you sign your kids up for Donda Academy what do you expect anyway there’s a method in Ye’s madness he says and he tells me about the roundabout process of designing a chair and sudden trips to Paris the haze of insanity that is the mind of the great artist the inscrutable motives the indifference to the opinions of the herd and then there’s Hannah and then Stef who recorded a video in the subway with Kareem that just went viral because people online were saying it was cringe and dumb and that she was a bad comedian and then there’s Ana and her boyfriend Dan and theyre back from LA which they said sucks and I saw them the other day at the underwear party at the luxe apartment where Luna lives where they tried to make this dimes square dating reality tv show no not that other dimes square reality tv show and we all hung out on mattresses in this tiny room with no windows and passed vials of blow around to the other girls in their underwear and out in LA they all do the same thing but with Hasan Piker and its fundraising for a good cause and then back to Adrian telling us about Cassidy’s voracious sexual appetite she’s stealing his vril she wanted him to fuck her in the bathroom at Nobu earlier that evening and he can’t even jerk off anymore and then they ask if you want more drinks yeah I’ll have another beer and I need some water too and Bronze Age Shawty disappears into the crowd and then Keegan back from outside he’s the $EGIRL architect the party architect and they had hundreds of crypto dudes lined up around the block with their little wallets and pricks and NFT avatars and he had to turn them away the hundreds of boys and even venomous Basil the Bactrian raceplay expert who sort of resembles that AI image of yassified Eliezer Yudkowsky drove by while I was in line he waved at me from his car and the other day he told me about the secret IM-1776 magazine party at Sov with Chris Rufo where Rufo and Yarvin squashed their beef and they conspired how to crush DEI and wokeness forever and they didn’t let me go though I got the magazine afterwards the hardcopy the counterrevolution issue headlines reading counterrevolution now ethnogenesis a dialogue the counter sexual revolution will be televised rules for reconquista for a counterrevolutionary history daring and conquest an interview with Erik Prince even a piece on Flaubert and 1848 then a copy of the previous issue the conspiracy issue with McCarthyite hagiography and exaltations of psyops and Operation Paperclip and Basil that insane bastard his tweets have gotten even more depraved lately as he lashes out and becomes ever more intoxicated with his Taliban raceplay fantasy of executing the other faggots in the scene he turned on Pariah the Doll the night of the magazine party or Pariah turned on him who knows really he says he’s the villain in their little mythos he says he put Pariah in the psych ward and Dasha called him a treacherous faggot and Jack the pissfume nationalist is quaking in his soiled diaper scared of Basil the virtue of betrayal that’s why they didn’t let him into the secret Steve Sailer event he betrayed Pariah who is friends with Anna K who is friends with Steve Sailer the more clouted raceplay expert measuring skulls and cocks and Basil the humble dissident right take-seller can tolerate no other podcaster eunuch slave of big white cock he can tolerate no magazine centerfold for Pariah the Doll he can tolerate no other abject faggot the seeds are being planted just wait until pride month when all will be revealed before they kill him too and they hang him in their rumpus room with his death boner like in Naked Lunch no he didn’t make it into this party he’s ever the exile he saw the line and gave up imagine him wandering around the alleys of Chinatown after three espresso martinis and two glasses of wine in the middle of the night jerking off under a streetlight menacing evil cackling grimace and I’m next to Kitty and Anton and they’re the most innocent libertines to ever read poetry at Sovereign House somehow the stink doesn’t stick to them Kitty tells me about this hotwife couple they’re friends with and they’re really so lovely and sweet and trusting and Anton tells Kitty about the delightful PCP meme I sent him the other day and he tells me that PCP lubricates the mind in fantastic ways and they have this other Italian with them who’s finishing a comp lit PhD at Stanford and then Anton’s observations about this rightist avant-garde subculture and the proximity to power wealth influence everyone has a friend who has a connection to Musk or Thiel or Trump and everyone is close enough for some of that grace and majesty to rub off on them not that it will but it always could it won’t but it could they’re all just one investment away from the wealth just one self-published schizoanalytic manifesto away from an audience with Thiel and it’s like what they say about poor whites in the old south the poor whites that all have a wealthy planter uncle or someone who made it and it’s that proximity to power real or imagined that’s how they identify with the ruling class no matter how broke or indebted they are and then the beers appear and then there’s Max dancing to Throbbing Gristle he’s totally into it bouncing around dancing alone to Discipline by Throbbing Gristle and then an Englishman in a suit tells us that guy is dancing around like he’s high on ketamine and we say well he probably is and then he gets a little patriotic a little nationalistic he confesses to us and tells us how much they love ketamine back in Blighty we sure do love ket and the man pulls out his phone and shows us his Twitter account and an image of a three-dimensional rotating object a series of rotating rectangles stacked on top of each other like a spinning step pyramid floating in space like if the Pyramid of Djoser had another inverted pyramid beneath itself and it took off into orbit with the internal mechanics of a Rubik’s cube and he tells us that he owns this NFT it’s his on the blockchain it’s worth more than his suit and his shiny shoes and Bronze Age Shawty comes back with the beers sorry it took so long and I say didn’t you already bring two of these no that wasn’t her guess it was just the spontaneous overflowing plenty abundance infinite wealth straight from Elon infinite tokens of Bacchus infinite love e-girl the electronic girl the evil girl we’re all gonna make it V-2 rockets launching from Antarctica we’re all gonna make it pedestalizers of fascist pussy we’re all gonna make it
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On Orchard Street outside Dean’s venue I run into Dasha. Lent is over and Christ is risen so she’s back on Twitter, but she says the time off has made her realize that she really doesn’t need to be defiling her mind by exposing herself to the opinions of pagans. I tell her I’m going to Sovereign House after this, I’m writing about $EGIRL and that whole crew so I need to be around to hear their poetry. Dasha says Cassidy hit her up trying to get her on board with $EGIRL but she’s not really about that sort of thing and doesn’t even know how to buy these “coins” or whatever, which are probably usurious and sinful anyway.
Two or three hours later at Sovereign House. Bronze Age Shawty is reading her confession. “Confessions of an E-girl.” These confessions are real confessions, she tells us, they are not fiction. These confessions are self-interested and disgustingly authentic. The e-girl is a self-interested vessel of secrets, she tells us. Her story is about cutting scars and her blood-stained Brandy Melville clothes and the mistake of having told her Mexican ex-boyfriend her body count.
Cassidy, slurring to the audience afterwards: “When y’all laughed when she said cutting scars… y’all fucked up for that lmao…”
Later, in the coke circle. Keegan has long black-metal–band hair and a beard and his head is low and he’s growling his forehead vein is throbbing his eyes are possessed as he’s talking about the cypto cabal mafia motherfucker at the $EGIRL afterparty who had the audacity the audacity to tell him to rugpull the project in front of one of his devs, in front of one of his devs! That motherfucker comes to the afters and tells him to ratfuck his friends. That’s all the crypto cabal mafia motherfuckers want, they just want you to rugpull and fuck over your friends and then you get the letter in the mail, you get the invite to the club to hang out with the elite, the illuminati. But $EGIRL isn’t about that crypto cabal bullshit, it’s not about just fucking over your friends, they’re in this for the long haul, they’re in this because they believe in art and in community, they’ve got shit they’re planning throughout the summer and in LA and Miami and beyond, they’re thinking long-term, they’re gonna use the money to start funding shit, they’re going to be funding the rest of the production of www.RachelOrmont.com, the sound editing or whatever is left to make of that movie, that’s just like 20 grand or something, they’re going to be movie producers with names in the credits and real art shit not just lame Bored Ape crypto cabal circlejerk fuck over your friends shit. No more betrayals. They got some good shit going with $EGIRL, they found a good way to turn the relevance of their friends and the scene into capital that doesn’t have all the Charlotte Fang esoteric anorexia discord incel grooming cult baggage that the Milady NFT had. All the weird incel psychopath Milady people left New York in the big Remilia Collective schism and since then there’s been a downtown vacuum in crypto. Everyone knows there’s been a vacuum. All the parts were there, there was the financial infrastructure and there was the organic mythos, the vortex of socialite personalities and deluded ambitions, and then all it took was just Cassidy coming up with an idea for a memecoin at just the right moment, just a normal fucking memecoin with some normal fucking girls in the project and without the mafia betrayal shit and without the hentai angelicism grooming cult shit, and now they’ve got something, this is the real revolution, they’re building networks of solidarity outside the system, the train has left the station, now they’ve got something and they can’t let the crypto cabal mafia motherfuckers derail it…
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