Pixels without proverbial provenance, they both knew what they were. Buffet Buddhists, defying cages, tagged for progressive classification. Wonder world, inexpressible problems, all lonely, we live with each other. Chronic complainers, a hundred times a hundred, gloomy mind experiments. The emotional surface of lost futures. Do we know enough to know the truth? Unconscious man … Continue reading Semi-Auto Cut-Up: Experimental Condition
Eat the congregation, together,smite them afraid, blast vessels.O ye dead life, mercy, semblanceof a kind, a measure of shadow.But, they had no prophet, neighborsand friends, children of fate, troubledthe Others, remember them not, no-name,wilderness sacrifices, sore consumed.Desolation came and passed, Death,bare the enemy, dead, desolate,good and great together into the land,begat headstones, seeds unto the … Continue reading Semi-Auto Cut-Up: Another Offering (KJV)
The first in the first place, The Others, standing beside us. Aware of destruction, strange, ineffectual, a matter of force. The bare path, dark and closed, From the stairs, an ascent of story, a complicated service, clean, psychological, a social alone. The world has not yet been consumed by the light of the stars. A … Continue reading Semi-Auto Cut-Up: The First in the First Place
Whatever comes together | disintegrates, falls apart the skeleton key fits, | unlocks our heart's door. Desire, stormy weather | on a cartographer's chart, wrinkled, it transmits| an unintelligible, mad lore. The key catches the lock | faceted truth, splinters dirty data, overload | bits are entangled, not lost. Progress of the clock | mind … Continue reading sam | sara
It's lonely, a technician in psychospace a cursed world, an immortal cancerscape residual runoff of human desire, the interface with incessant demons and no hope of escape. The lumpen digitariat, creating the villages necessary for the village idiots, Radio Rental. Sympathy for the monks, drunks and cabbages, they say, "Authoritarian deliberation is coinky-dental."The Mean World … Continue reading Dystopian Fever Dream
"Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future's sakes." - Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time "Love is a verb," a cliché truth overused, still rings true - a burglar alarm announcing thieves in a grocery … Continue reading Love: Verb or Noun?
Electroculture overcoded A spiritual Alcatraz, thrown in solitary, locked & loaded,artificial dreams, a clone.Read the unwritten text,the rongorongo of the soul, Nostradamas of the next, turnkey tyranny in a bowl.A guinea pig often forgets: half sterile + half feral + normal distribution mindsets + harmless untruths == peril.In the world, in the Abusement parks, soulless … Continue reading Mutantis Mutandis