We are not really a faceless organization. We just play one on the Internet.

Contact can be made via:

Email:
volatile23 at hotmail.com

Official Transmissions:
opsonicindex.blogspot.com

Vanity Interface:
www.myspace.com/opsonicindex
or Facebook

Psychic Projection

 

Works by Michael Roth unless otherwise noted.

 

WHO?WHAT?is/are the OpsOniC IndeX ??

The Opsonic Index is a multimedia occult organization creating it’s own history and utilizing the magickal potential of brands against the corporate desiring machine. It acts as a funhouse mirror that disfigures the ideas of the dominant culture, displaying them in all their hideous truth and pathetic hilarity. We realize that this discourse does not necessarily need to be destroyed in one fell swoop – constant ridicule and subversion will cause it to rot soon enough. We also understand the nature of Control as the systematic metaprogramming to facilitate the transference of desire into obedience, faithful routine and consumerism.

These works explore our collective desire for corporate fascism as well as the sexual release found in committing commercial transactions. It also examines our collective desire to be dominated financially and sexually, to have our lives controlled by elites, resigning ourselves to the alienation caused by commerce. They also explore the new cult of celebrity and high finance that has grown up around the high tech industry which are drawing us all into a banal new-age materialistic world.

Our brand-obsessed consumer culture continues to perpetuate the myths of limitless Capital to be made online, as well as of the superiority of the technorati, our new celebrities. Celebrity is a condition of extreme narcissism, a self-perpetuating image where the original is not necessary. The Internet is a producing machine for these similacra. A place where anyone can feel important, no matter how uninspiring their work may be.

This intro should be seen not as a rant but rather as a process of historification, something with which to build the funeral pyre. So here we have our exposés, repetitive like the never-ending thrusting in a porno movie. These are our money shots. Please hate them like you hate yourselves. Just do that for me and you’ve made one man happy. But please don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

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