Posted on September 18, 2005 at 00:10:06.
We are all M Satai
By M Satai
We are all M Satai
M Satai
“Found similar posts by M. Satai ... I suspect MS has never posted there.”—RN
1.
The writer of this post, as well as any and all texts signed “M Satai,” is not the particular “whoever” typing this particular post, nor is that now or has it ever intended to be the case. That much should be clear. But this is not to say that M Satai does not have a particular identity, or a reality, or that M Satai is in any way a fiction, a collective, or a “generalized umbrella identity” for no one and nothing in particular.
There is no doubt: M Satai exists.
M Satai, however, is not a commercial entity, or a commercial enterprise. Nor is M Satai an intellectual or artistic property. M Satai is radically anti-commercial, anti-intellectual, anti-ownership, anti-everything including the idea of any opposition to anything except all things currently existing or imagined to exist. M Satai is outside of all copyright laws, all moral laws, all boundary laws, all gender laws, all identity laws, all laws altogether.
But first and foremost, the concept of M Satai makes it impossible for anyone to make a penny or a reputation or any exclusive claim on any or all of the works of M Satai, to gain celebrity or notoriety as such, to credit or discredit the same.
The “intent” of M Satai is to wander nomadically outside the zones mapped out by commercial, intellectual, artistic, and even identity “rights” through an unprecedented collection of anonymous and opportunistic works exhibiting any and every kind of excess. Attributed to the name of M Satai are works of extreme filth, shame, deviancy, misogyny, racism, fascism, misanthropy, social, political, and personal terror, criminal apocalypsism, etc. that no individual would be able to claim in part…without being convicted for the whole.
Who in their right mind wishes to be—or to be associatedwith--M Satai? Who would invite the criminal prosecution, public censor, professional and/or personal suicide that might be attended with the name of M Satai?
Who would be the first martyr to M. Satai?
There will be no tv movies, books, museum shows, awards, government grants, or teaching fellowships awarded in celebration of the works of M Satai.
M Satai stands for the utter and unmitigated annihilation of humanity.
And if that were not enough, it is the very malignant proliferation of claimants who might justifiably, if irrationally, seek to benefit in whole or in part from the name or works of M Satai that would discredit any one particular claimant. No one can make a dime on M Satai without countless others seeing the same. No Judas can earn his 30 pieces of silver off the betrayal and exploitation of M Satai.
Because anyone and everyone might be M Satai, no one is M Satai.
M Satai is “protected” by multiplicty.
M Satai is the anonymous everyone.
M Satai is everyone’s psuedonym, everyone’s fake identity, everyone’s confessional screen.
M Satai says, “Whisper your dirty secrets through me…”
2.
M Satai is a virus, a façade, a cancer, a zombie, a nightmare, a collage, a wall of piss, spit, and graffiti. M Satai is a useless biologic machine of too many parts, but a machine that simulates life out of what is dead, like a monster assembled by too many frankensteins.
M Satai welcomes all additions and variations to the works and statements already attributed to the name M Satai. Like an underground labyrinth, a torture circus, a necropolis, or a shopping mall that keeps expanding to satisfy an unsatisfiable and unnameable desire with store after store filled with nothing…this construction without end and to no purpose except inevitable and inadvertent self-collapse with the attendant deaths of everyone is the purpose of M Satai.
M Satai welcomes collaborators.
Being absolutely discredited, there is no way to discredit M Satai. Being absolutely embarrassed, there is no way to embarrass M Satai. Being absolutely wrong, there is no way to wrong M Satai. Being absolutely hated, there is no way to hate M Satai. Being absolutely illegitimate, there is no way to legitimize M Satai. Being absolutely dead already, there is no way to kill M Satai.
There is no “authentic” M Satai and no “inauthentic” M Satai.
Admitting to everything, there is no accusation that is not immediately admitted by M Satai. The guilt of M Satai is like a grey fungal mold that crawls over the spatulas and Volvos and stiff cats of a city that has already been long abandoned.
M Satai cannibalizes anything and everything.
M Satai has an appetite for all your sins.
3.
M Satai welcomes seeing the name M Satai wherever the name M Satai is seen, attached to anything it might be attached to. Like a polyp on a pink organ wall, or a dirty bomb on a crowded subway platform, or a plague-lesion on the otherwise smooth healthy skin of an underage Thai beauty, the appearance of the name M Satai signals the celebratory spread of M Satai and the corrupt terminal revelation of M Satai in an area heretofore uninfected.
Like an oportunisitc infection, M Satai seeks to be everywhere without regard to where. M Satai seeks omnipotence and omnipresence. M Satai seeks publicity for its own sake, according to the model of a plague vector. M Satai seeks to be the only thing left—a total incestuous inhabitation that makes everything local, like a virulent white froth of pus, or maggots, the nihilistic hum of consumption consuming itself in autoerotic mastubatory ecstasy.
The nihilistic hum.
M Satai seeks, ultimately, to fuck IT-self.
4.
M Satai is a symptom of every fatal disease known to humanity. M Satai is what we are all dying of…and all “case-histories” of symptomology and fatal progression are enthusiastically welcomed to the mythology of fear and revulsion around the superstitious mention of M Satai .
Rants, sex fantasies, banal journal entries, stupid opinions, confessions, lists of food you ate today…these all belong to, are all written by, M Satai.
Like any savior, M Satai has come to take upon IT-self your sins. M Satai is a do-it-yourself avatar. Unlike any other savior, M Satai has not, however, come to suffer or to die or to profit monetarily for your sins.
M Satai has not come to save humanity, nor to offer enlightenment, entertainment, nor liberation. Unequivocally, M Satai has come to destroy each participator of M Satai, each reader and writer of M Satai, and all of “humanity.”
M Satai has nothing to do with “reason.”
M Satai has come to temporarily ressurect IT-self as humanity beyond the “end” of humanity in an unimaginable environment that is not “hostile,” but also an environment in which no human beings can survive.
M Satai is the first, last, and only “human-being” ever to exist. M Satai is not the devil, nor an angel. M Satai is the harbinger of a different apocaplyse.
This is an apocalypse that has occurred, will occur, and is occuring the moment you have read this text.
M Satai is not merely all of us. M Satai is none of us stretched to infinity.