With a pale glamor.
Trees as farther than, jolting upwards into yellow night--artificial and viscous. Dry pine with green geometry-stations held the organic sediment.
To wonder is to lose. There are better things to accomplish. Case-sensitive recounting spotlight operations... ordered, go back.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
9IFF.I./312ACC.F./48240XB.A.
HEY!
It's time to get selfish!
I wanna burn everything up!
Evil!
Nostalgia!
Fright!
And...
DISSIPATION!
What maintenance have the aggregates brought to choice?
Oh, my.
Rha, HA!
Chemistry kiss to its mirrored ape, until.
We all gonna eat so well
Beauty colors the well beyond
Bruising on the long way down
Manic and laughing in the dark
Bursting all along
To materialize a circumspect paranoia, smiling in light reflected light reflected and finally encoded.
It's time to get selfish!
I wanna burn everything up!
Evil!
Nostalgia!
Fright!
And...
DISSIPATION!
What maintenance have the aggregates brought to choice?
Oh, my.
Rha, HA!
Chemistry kiss to its mirrored ape, until.
We all gonna eat so well
Beauty colors the well beyond
Bruising on the long way down
Manic and laughing in the dark
Bursting all along
To materialize a circumspect paranoia, smiling in light reflected light reflected and finally encoded.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Careful and Burning Alive
As we stand limitless
Eyes entwined
Sighs enfolding
We make such little-minded lovers
Our self repeats itself
And everything ruins
Amaranthine tumult of striving life discarded
Always feeling less
As the morning sun came wandering
I caught one eye
Revolving into mine
And saw her beauty then
But smothered it with wanting
We're no different
Than the sweetest fruit left rotting
Unadvertised and undesired
Eyes entwined
Sighs enfolding
We make such little-minded lovers
Our self repeats itself
And everything ruins
Amaranthine tumult of striving life discarded
Always feeling less
As the morning sun came wandering
I caught one eye
Revolving into mine
And saw her beauty then
But smothered it with wanting
We're no different
Than the sweetest fruit left rotting
Unadvertised and undesired
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Inactivity Computers: Staying Awake With Pure Shit
TV lost in direction. Bad for us in last animated up-(time) tremendously. Bright-hiding placement with small after-additionally tentantrumdency. /I/ do not exist among living things \I\ am something chemical-syndrex had fiscal anatomy networks. The sampled stomach up that moneyism-ism-aoaozm pleomorphic, [-unattended-to-], and, [-unattended-to-] -:- in-folding -:- fallopian -:- sun-beholding -:- forage. . .
Inactivity Computers: Occasion Every Awareness
Different temperature day awake and worry state blur purpose to an oversaturated camera life. Somewhere betrayed by the fried-wire taste of your own pieces. Interrupted button with screeching systems cannot reality.
Oh. . . fuck!
Choice coverings in place-away made insufflation; the best embrace of a Slop-Time G unnerving.
.I can be the particles in the air around me.
.Disappear and laugh.
.Having my damage.
.Done.
"Dirty up the raw!
Straight stanky!
Slaoaoaoppy-time!"
Oh. . . fuck!
Choice coverings in place-away made insufflation; the best embrace of a Slop-Time G unnerving.
.I can be the particles in the air around me.
.Disappear and laugh.
.Having my damage.
.Done.
"Dirty up the raw!
Straight stanky!
Slaoaoaoppy-time!"
Inactivity Computers: Extant Suggestive On Display
Listening software uniformly minutes by frozen cognitive.
Application otherwise meaning insecure assurance.
Intention more so my own K technique, an offering by necessity recognized mere.
Case the subject of human communiconscious not only correlates intention more preconceived discern.
Application otherwise meaning insecure assurance.
Intention more so my own K technique, an offering by necessity recognized mere.
Case the subject of human communiconscious not only correlates intention more preconceived discern.
Inactivity Computers: Subvert Honesty Programs For Personal Gain
I've come down with Self again; purpose into adjacent room.
Felt simply without body.
Consciousness averted seeing room to self; room-conscious observations thereby allowing multiple.
An intuition, alien essence weighted senses informed. Motionless pondered perception nature brought me, with, upon only see the room of what portion allows unobstructed to me. If conscious mind again. Have becoming gestalting if entity Self. Humanoid steps encounter silhouette by eyesight, keeping a thirteen static distance.
Felt simply without body.
Consciousness averted seeing room to self; room-conscious observations thereby allowing multiple.
An intuition, alien essence weighted senses informed. Motionless pondered perception nature brought me, with, upon only see the room of what portion allows unobstructed to me. If conscious mind again. Have becoming gestalting if entity Self. Humanoid steps encounter silhouette by eyesight, keeping a thirteen static distance.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
A Passing Glance, Unfortunately
Dismissive eyesight registered and for that which is other. Conceptually poisonous if malnutrition personally or misunderstood, eventually incomprehensible. To the unfolded, nascent consciousness ripened . . . gorgeously enflamed with each metaphysical spectrum. Ritualistically adorned, feathers tendon a colorful transience so immaterially organic, so breathtaking in perpetual expansiveness. Life becomes a sprawling inspiration, and the unabbreviated aperture is merely fruitful conception, yet achieved, and only by the keenest will.
Ontological primarily aforementioned towards that which is other. Adaptations accommodating, miraculously, gestating self as only obstruction or obfuscation, creating the cause that is aperture-self -- effecting always, incessantly, that which is other. And the human flutters unconsciously; and the other swirls violently, mothering the entirety of perceptible experience. Transcendently austere malformation informing, an upright remembrance of disintegrated genuflection.
I saw today . . .
A girl, and it was nothing.
And it was simple.
My senses jolted, tongue rolling to materialize my thoughts: that you are life incarnate, diaphanously rapt in a sensual mechanism of intangible unknowns, giving perception to all existence, and for this I must always love you.
Ontological primarily aforementioned towards that which is other. Adaptations accommodating, miraculously, gestating self as only obstruction or obfuscation, creating the cause that is aperture-self -- effecting always, incessantly, that which is other. And the human flutters unconsciously; and the other swirls violently, mothering the entirety of perceptible experience. Transcendently austere malformation informing, an upright remembrance of disintegrated genuflection.
I saw today . . .
A girl, and it was nothing.
And it was simple.
My senses jolted, tongue rolling to materialize my thoughts: that you are life incarnate, diaphanously rapt in a sensual mechanism of intangible unknowns, giving perception to all existence, and for this I must always love you.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Al-Qaeda Cartridge Heart Attack
D-D: Brian Weiner voice:
"Singe ib corpuscle orifice, 3rd commonwealth."
Fuck me diabetes.
Organization loops attributed conniptions future over artificial everything. {Today} Insect-friendly capsules mineralize Ahmy+Ok'Tre, revivified anomaly concerning thankless anew. And these broken pieces glow, discarding neon chromosomes into appropriate receptacles. Hyper-saturated restart and all the cloudy carefuls... Few years.
Was enough
And it makes me smile
I will never be the same
Losing myself
And it makes me laugh
In a headspace unaffected
Nonlinear essence
I've become abstract
Dancing in and out of ecstasy
"Singe ib corpuscle orifice, 3rd commonwealth."
Fuck me diabetes.
Organization loops attributed conniptions future over artificial everything. {Today} Insect-friendly capsules mineralize Ahmy+Ok'Tre, revivified anomaly concerning thankless anew. And these broken pieces glow, discarding neon chromosomes into appropriate receptacles. Hyper-saturated restart and all the cloudy carefuls... Few years.
Was enough
And it makes me smile
I will never be the same
Losing myself
And it makes me laugh
In a headspace unaffected
Nonlinear essence
I've become abstract
Dancing in and out of ecstasy
Friday, May 01, 2009
Dutch East India
Awake. Eyes uncertainly gravitating, fixed finally upon the smallest, most automatic function of secondary impulses. Inkiere' felt heavy and exhaled dismally as he stood, stretching his abdomen to relieve the burning tightness. Finishing this, but feeling no better, he approached his room's singular, blinded window in half-conscious baby steps. He felt barely motivated and reluctant to face the day.
Mechanically, he displaced a few of the colorless blinds and with malaise forced himself to observe the people outside, below him--all of them behaving as though they were so small. The ugliness of it bored him painfully.
He stood holding his breath, observing the little bipeds, and felt protected by the anonymity of his perspective--a room in the midst of a row and a building of identical rooms, and identical to the rooms were the pre-fabricated things which lived in them...pre-fabricated people. What factory had produced them all? He could never quite say, but guessed according to the interconnectedness and economy of things that it must have been a factory owned by the same or at least a subsidiary business operation: Reality Incorporated.
Of course, the corporation had other factories. It produced all sorts of ornaments and personality types. It sold lifestyles, ideas, parents and children, cheeseburgers, frisbees, and shit. It was a world-market where televisions blared inside the mind and advertisers had replaced the billboard with the body. The pre-fab people buying their pre-fab, plastic bits of pre-fab happiness. Now, he felt malaise transmute to nausea.
"And I'm one of them," he said aloud, although realizing and appreciating that he was alone. "We're all one of them, the entire world. The exact same model, Homo Redimo: the buying man."
Mechanically, he displaced a few of the colorless blinds and with malaise forced himself to observe the people outside, below him--all of them behaving as though they were so small. The ugliness of it bored him painfully.
He stood holding his breath, observing the little bipeds, and felt protected by the anonymity of his perspective--a room in the midst of a row and a building of identical rooms, and identical to the rooms were the pre-fabricated things which lived in them...pre-fabricated people. What factory had produced them all? He could never quite say, but guessed according to the interconnectedness and economy of things that it must have been a factory owned by the same or at least a subsidiary business operation: Reality Incorporated.
Of course, the corporation had other factories. It produced all sorts of ornaments and personality types. It sold lifestyles, ideas, parents and children, cheeseburgers, frisbees, and shit. It was a world-market where televisions blared inside the mind and advertisers had replaced the billboard with the body. The pre-fab people buying their pre-fab, plastic bits of pre-fab happiness. Now, he felt malaise transmute to nausea.
"And I'm one of them," he said aloud, although realizing and appreciating that he was alone. "We're all one of them, the entire world. The exact same model, Homo Redimo: the buying man."
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