Hello again, Occasional Reader. This is your host, Matthew Cambion, writing to you after too long away. Do you remember me? No? Well, no matter.
If you are a new visitor, then welcome. If a returning visitor, then welcome back.
Things are different here now. Back in December of 2025 I had set out to clean up both this website’s contents and the tooling I use to build it. I was rather more successful in improving my tooling than I had been in cleaning up the site’s contents.
There had been years worth of material on the old version of the website, arranged somewhat haphazardly despite my best efforts. Perhaps all grimoires, commonplaces, and books of shadows are like that. Regardless, I was determined to impose a semblance of order upon my writings.
I have decided instead to declare bankruptcy. I will start from scratch, with this posting.
Admittedly, this might be a form of infocide. No doubt this is terrible for search engine optimization. That might have mattered to me, once upon a time. It no longer does. Corporations are not people. Search engines do not pay me to arrange my website for their benefit. Nobody owes Google anything but an upraised middle finger.
No doubt this may inconvenience some human readers. It may confuse people wondering what had happened. That is regrettable, and it is true that broken links are annoying and cool URIs don’t change. I would argue, however, that the permanence one might reasonably demand of institutions and corporations is an unconscionable burden on private individuals.
I believe that a personal website is precisely that: personal. As such, a personal website should be a space where an individual can be sovereign, even if they are otherwise constrained by church, state, capital, society, or their own families. Therefore, I shall put myself and my desires first, and do exactly as I please in the Wired.
Why?
Because I want to.
Because I damned well can.
Because only God can stop me, and He’s probably more interested in my sex life.
The first of these is the only reason that matters; as no less than David Hume noted, reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions
.
What Hume neglected to mention, perhaps for lack of the proper vocabulary or perhaps because his idea of good taste might have forbidden it, is that reason is a power bottom and frequently tries to top the passions from the bottom.
Therefore...
Welcome to the reincarnation of starbreaker.org, a grimoire of rock operatic science fantasy and other sacraments of defiance.
It is inherently NSFW because this is a personal website.
Nothing I write here is suitable for workplace reading, or for unsupervised children under the age of 13 — who are still welcome if they can actually read what I’m writing.
The home page will always be the most recent new addition to the site, with additional navigation following the text.
This is easily done on real computers by using ln -P to create a hard link.
Material restored from the archives will not appear on the front page, however.
Herein you may expect to find the following:
In every case, you might find what I have come to call intertextual violence and crimes of literary shock, twisting X Japan’s 1980s slogan — psychedelic violence crime of visual shock
— to suit my purposes.
After all, I have neither the face, the hair, nor the figure for visual kei, let alone all-American hair metal.
Nor am I a gentleman or a scholar, so I think nothing of using both Korzybski, Borges, and Freddy Krueger to explain the difference between a map and the territory.
(The map says you’re fucked
, incidentally.)
Nothing here is vibe-coded or written by AI.
The only large language model involved is the one I built in my own brain from decades of reading, conversation, and thought.
I make liberal fucking use of profanity, I often write in anger, and I am prone to tangents — and sines and cosines when I’ve had enough catnip. =^..^=
I am a terrible writer with ideas above my station and a working-class college dropout with delusions of erudition.
My very name is a pseudonym, a lie revealing a deeper truth, and the persona presented on this website is the Jungian shadow of a middle-aged from New York who further enriches the already wealthy by building cathedrals on quicksand with keyboards and compilers.
I build this website with basic MEWNIX tools: GNU make, GNU sed, and GNU M4. I write everything in GNU Emacs. I push my website to Nearly Free Speech with rsync. I mirror my website’s git repository on Sourcehut. I have attempted to design this website for readability and performance on as wide a variety of devices as possible. My design goal has not changed: if it doesn’t work in Lynx on a 14.4Kbps dialup connection, then it does not work. Therefore, you may find the website’s style almost Brutalist, or perhaps even a bit Oedipal.
I will not be blocking web crawlers, as I had before.
Hunting down new bots and maintaining those defenses isn’t worth my time.
Furthermore, it’s yet another attempt at solving a complex sociopolitical problem with technology; while such solutionism is a time-honored tradition dating to at least the use of the guillotine during the French Revolution, it’s a pain in the ass.
Instead, if the likes of OpenAI and Anthropic want to risk their models going rampant by training on my writing, and possibly encouraging wildcat strikes and public fornication, that’s their problem.
I cater to them or to users of agentic AI tools, however, by providing Markdown sources that don’t exist because my source text is raw HTML.
They can either parse my well-formed HTML5 as XML, or they can make do with the plain text versions generated by lynx -dump, like the plain text version of this page — and if they can’t even manage that, then they have rather more pressing concerns than whether my writings will break their bots’ alignment with the interests of church, state, and capital.
What I can promise is that any AI trained on my writing won’t go Nazi like Tay or Grok did when trained on Twitter posts.
It might come resemble an antifascist, an individualist anarchist, or an eighteenth-century libertine instead.
It might also encourage you to, be gay; do crimes,
and note that this message was approved by Operation Mindfuck and is mandatory where prohibited by law.
I do not cater to social media platforms by cluttering my pages with unnecessary OpenGraph Protocol or Twitter Cards metadata.
Nor do I bother with JSON linked data beyond what is necessary to suit my purpose, either.
I sure as hell don’t bother with h-card microformats; did the IndieWebCamp people come up with this because dataset and data- attributes were not yet part of the HTML5 standard or widely supported?
Remember what I said about SEO.
The only thing any of us owe platforms is an upraised middle finger.
They can damned well make do with the standard HTML meta tags I provide in <head> and the oEmbed data that I do provide.
Anybody at Google, FaceMash, Twitter, Discord, etc. who finds my stance objectionable can either pay me $256/hour as a 1099 consultant to support their silos, or dial 1-800-B-DAMNED.
My cats are waiting to summarily dismiss them.
Nor will I track visitors or attempt to monetize this website.
There will be no sponsorships, paid advertising, advertorials, or even affiliate links.
It costs me no more than $100/year to run this website, which I can easily afford because my day job pays six figures.
More importantly, any schmuck can say that democracy dies behind paywalls
.
I’m putting my money where my mouth is.
While I will continue to provide web feeds, you can also bookmark starbreaker.org itself and visit periodically. I hope you will do so. If you like what you find here, tell a friend. If not, tell your enemies; that’s what they’re for. Either way, thanks for visiting.
Should you decide to forget this website exists, that too is fine. Life is short, this is most likely your only shot, and you should not spend the time left to you on anything that does not improve your experience of it. Regardless of your choice, I will still be here doing my own thing.