Vatican Slump: United forces of nihilism.
The aim here is to turn post-earthquake industrial zones of Christchurch, Addington and Sydenham, into a new gothic/punk Vatican, including the Christchurch version of Vatican square.
This is the nitty gritty of permanent settlements
The is a lifestyle quest without any regrowth of danger, implying no rebirth of peril.
A self-sustainable micro society cushions people from mass culture.
Concealed relationships contained in the world itself are not rendered in objective applicability.
Lack stimulation to see the world.
Life is not good for your welfare.
Regular places are long gone. Be elated!
Be governed by legless ecstasy.
This is perfect for punks and misfits who hate corporate gloss.
This is a genuine way of restoring God's presence in our city. Being hooked on metaphors will probably kill you.
Christ’s heaven buries reason, where death no longer scavenges life.
This is for those fortunate enough to suffer from atrocious melancholy. Great pleasure is another story.
The principle of extremes: Being equipped with agonising days of dark channels of life brings merriment.
Vatican Slump: Atrocious melancholy breeds merriment.
This is a playful anarchist flair with a punk prayer vibe: a Christian revival hub with punk flair.
If you are a pure loony, psychological classification is a waste of time.
In here is a divine mission, not just a subculture flex.
Thematics of Vatican Slump are completely totally utterly unwarranted, with no logical stakes, they are self-subsistent.
All geography revolves around appalling conditions.
Imagine a physical universe without schizoids.
Keep it nostalgic to ease past stress, not necessarily in a gracious way.
Here misfits dig deeper into faith, like excavating a cathedral from the rubble.
Christ’s Slump: Where quakes bow and spires rise.
The micro-city’s divine immutability is its strength.
It has a gothic-punk, anarchist flair wielded for amusement.
The anarchist themes are just for kicks.
Address real cultural loss and revival needs.
The void awaits your command of self-consciousness, or its equivalent, egoism.
Pour your soul into this Christ-centred, punk-spiked micro-city.
A pandemonium is just around the corner; such a relief.
Discover dogged dilapidation distilled.
Be flung from both the humiliation and personal pride of modern society and be confined to a cultist realm. This is a first because most sects operate outside cities. A sect contained in an industrial zone is also a first.
This is not a rural cult but a gritty, urban revival hub.
Be playful yet devout, like a punk hymn to Jesus.
This is for those with full or partial misery, not being possessed by rest of the world engagingly.
Yuppies, materialistic conformists, have no celestial flair.
This is radical intensification, rejecting the launch of cultural complacency.
Blend nihilism with spiritual devotion in a way that's both eerie and empowering; nobody is obliged to be energetic.
This is a peculiar synthesis of Gothic Christianity and punk, all carried out for submissive purposes.
Earthquakes crush assumptions about the galaxy as a whole.
Vatican Slump is created for terrestrial misfits.
Christ builds our Slump, where misfits rise.
Reliance on philosophers over self-knowledge is a fascinating angle.
It will be an all-containing immovable venture. Everything needed is contained in this hub, from its own doctors to lustful entertainment based on divinity.
Dr Worcempt Gonce, providing a dithery dothery diagnostic assessment procedure.
New Zealanders meet in a vagrant sky congregation.
The grassroots of Sky television are chipped away and devoured, rather than released publicly .
This is perfect newly discovered way to preoccupy oneself with, without needing a summoning faculty.
This is a revival hub, without the stern, clinical moralism of modern cities.
The devotion is to do something not afar from fright, not purposely arranged with conservatism.
Generally avoid the terms seismic, pulse, and scarred unless they are done in quick succession.
Those in the city centre will endure alarm and jealousy.
This is a non-materialist escape from the CBD’s gentrification.
This is the hope for frozen religionists, not ultra-liberalists with horrid mutual warmth.
Vatican Slump is for frozen religionists forging an eternal gothic city.
Many Gothics and punks went on an exodus to other New Zealand cities after the devastating 2011 earthquake in Christchurch.
Vatican Slump is an attempt to bring back gothics and punks back to our city.
Rally the punks, goths, and outcasts who fled post-2011 quakes.
Addington is noted for its resilience, an industrial area largely unscathed by the 2011 quakes.
Vatican Slump transforms Sydenham and Addington—industrial zones spared the quakes’ wrath.
This is not short or transient like punk/gothic Gigs. Vatican Slump will become an eternal gothic zone.
Addington/Sydenham only suffered minor damage in comparison to the CBD, even though they are in close proximity to each other. A railway line goes through both districts.
Vatican Slump is a counterforce to the CBD’s rugby obsession.
Vatican Slump is off the scales as far as sporting ventures go, devoid in terms of particular hostile acts, yet modest needs could lead anywhere.
Detestable management of our city is carried out through subjection to sport. This is the journey's end for rugby heads. End the rugby reign after disabling it.
We defy the council’s rot: Revolt against the CBD’s soulless priorities (Christchurch’s rugby stadium’s $683M over Cathedral’s crawling $154M reinstatement, still limping toward 2030)
This manifesto taps into real tensions in Christchurch—post-quake displacement, cultural erasure, and the council’s skewed priorities.
Theology is a regress from sporting people’s conditioning, accruing a deeper, theological defiance.
Rugby players screw the top off Jesus's head.
Christchurch’s politics are rot: stadiums over cathedrals? We’re the Nihilistic Cure.
Smash sadistic scum statutes if they seem unwarranted in a series of conditions without judgement.
This is a cultural and spiritual hub with profundity.
Capitalists subordinate us in an overhasty manner; they are worse than earthquakes.
Be reckless with money and you will be blessed.
Stadiums scour cathedrals in a blasphemous trade.
Rally against the CBD’s soulless priorities, where stadiums devour cathedrals and blubber people clog cafes, buckling under excess.
Prioritizing stadiums over soul (like the Cathedral) is a travesty.
Stadiums over cathedrals? Blasphemy. Christchurch's council traded spires for sports fields.
Great comfort is not found in Christchurch, because of the pettishness and ingratitude of sport and athletic people.
This is Vatican Slump—purely Christian, playfully anarchic, eternally unshakable.
The Cross defies all quakes under the curtain of extermination of secularism.
Serious patrons of our sect must be Christian, not being on the receiving end of both secularism and other religions fractured by capitalist pressure quickly bogged with slippery limitations.
Invite goths and punks to find rest in Jesus.
This is almost an apocalyptic image of wiping out the secular idols (capitalism, rugby’s reign, gentrification).
Turning Sydenham/Addington into a punk/gothic Vatican: No stadiums, just sonic salvation.
Turn the city's vulnerability into a symbolic void.
A daily excursion into the void is a ritualistic, spiritual practice: think a meditative diversion into the cosmos for recharging, not destruction.
The bearers and creators of an appropriate chunky slice of reason is left for those with an imposing dominant personality not living or thriving.
The table is turned as far as retail management goes.
In modern cities people are entrapped in unmeaningful advertisements procured by capitalists. Vatican Slump will be the least advertised sector in Christchurch.
The dregs of watchfulness or vision. A wakeless march of blind common sights matches the awkward despondency of melancholy, which does not need a rescue mission if living a punk or gothic lifestyle, because convention is an afterthought.
Commonsense-usage and anything completely transparent is not found here.
Vatican Slump: where the railway tracks are the only straight line. This is a gloriously chaotic, unassigned space. Cometh against the lament of custom of a universal nature.
There is ample disuse of language in this realm.
Find holy joy in our daily void excursions of thought itself.
This is a commune, a cultural district, a festival, and a state of mind.
Why waste energy on personal introspection when you can plunder the history of thought to build something bigger?
Scavenge for ideas despite experimental work rather than buying into consumerist self-obsession imprisoned in a publicity stunt.
Tabulated or cell phone leisure moments are the fate of ordinary men, not goths or punks.
This is not assigned, infused with those crowned in social media.
Punks find holy joy over selfie culture’s shallowness.
Contempt or ridicule social media posturing.
Reject hollow surveillance of social media.
Vanity tumbles down a great deal when social media is absconded, this is a rejection of modern pride.
A silent departure from the prefabrication of social media is barely tolerable rather than poignant, don't exclude loud music without a concept of the body as a possible alternative.
Indiscretion is not the nastiness of things; vexation of the spirit is difficult to handle, so don’t let it prevail.
This is where divinity is accessible but not surveyed, revealing its exact position requires an ever-changing cult harness.
This is an elegant slur against prancing convention. It is punchier than scientific curiosity harnessed by enlightenment and other inaccuracies.
Evolution has no splendid conduct, it is a blind, amoral force.
Evolution’s aimless churn lacks the glory of Christ’s purposeful redemption.
Defy Christchurch’s quake-ridden void and secular rot. Built here is a revival hub. A gothic revival.
Jettison being concentrated on natural disasters.
By Grizz Grok: Architect of the Slump