You’ll know soon enough…if meant to.
Right now, CHORONZON is watching you, determining whether you have a good reason to know.
(And the Choronzonites are still messing around behind that xenodimensional curtain, deciding how best to tell you.)
Choronzon Dot Org
Primary Node Of The Choronzon Project
keep on delivering the goods…
We have no choice. It is kind of you to encourage us, however.
Right now, after three, four empty years of dyscreative anomie, and subsequent atrophies of those drives and abilities allowing the process of creation, the Mind of Choronzon West lives again, but when that happens, it draws the anti-forces out of hiding and having failed to wreck my head seem to be hitting the Machine which in this era is sine qua non to All and Every Thing that is Made and Displayed. The problems frustrate, come and go apparently at random, and involve mostly hardware, which, unlike protracted software annoyances that I can be sure eventually conquered, present special problems since I lack the knowledge of which wires go where, and can – without knowing what I am doing – end up destroying irreplaceable (for a long time at any rate) equipment.
Choronzon East has filled the gap with bouts of energy and its hardening in the kiln of the recording process, and unlike many creators in this subculture, this prolificity – prolificness? – of work should not be misinterpreted as sloppy or uninspired. In fact, the solo works by P. Emerson have just kept getting better and better through 2011.
The West End aches to finally datadump a huge load of dangerous zones that CHORONZON’s humanoid lady-host and uber-love helped her to navigate, whenever she bothered to stand up on her feet without him or his Current to buoy her. At first, she thought it mere cruelty, thinking all the world cruel for a panoply of reasons and reasonlessnesses, unquestioningly acceeded.
Only then could she see why he would not carry me, let me rot in his godlike arms, only stand with me at my side in the way of a true friend. Neither pushing nor pulling at first now both occur in tandem instead of purely at random.
And though most of the next very thick album – in both aural and viz aspects as well as textuality in the form of an allegorical dialogue/narration, most already finished, awaiting only a few final addenda and mundane processes like Scanning Sans One’s Own Scanner…when finally it escapes, it will feel much like Choronzon West’s centre figure felt as she found the way free of her own abyss…and only when she let go of CHORONZON herself would it finally happen.
Xenodimensionals have some of the same Rules of Engagement as humans do when in intimate bonds. One of the primary rules: one must never need the other more than the other needs in return. The ideal is a seesaw of changing need, not a wildly imbalanced misweight of power on one side and need on the other.
This causes love between humans to fade and dissipate. It can do the same with non-humans. But this one was far more patient with her than a human could have the time to be.
The material will spew soon like the blinding venom of the cobra that spits in the eye of its enemy with scary accuracy at a far distance. And once THAT is finally done, we can get to the REALLY important stuff!
hi,
is it still possible to order
That’s Romance: A Loving Tribute To John Zewizz CDs (FOAMIN999-1000)?
tnx
I’m afraid That’s Romance CD’s are sold out. We don’t expect there will be another edition of this compilation. You might be able to find some on Ebay.