Inactivity Computers: Staying Awake With Pure Shit

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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!"

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.

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.

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.

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

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."

Just Drive the Fucking Cab, Guy

Girl it used to know. Beginning from a place the eyes had once cleaned, sunlight blots white polymorphous and organisms appear as though television surfaces changing their memories. Dead afternoon imagination passes appearance over the darkly sensual architecture and reaches for its lazy photography; keeps the concept internally tumbling down memory lane washing machines.

"Girl I used to know," it says routinely, exhaustively.

Shaping the Human Animal

Kurt Alvarez, open the cubed carving, hinged, buying central death a door had been fashioned. Itself resembled a door, normal-size dimensional a hand piece opening, construction. His eyes imploded. They were alive in their shapelessness.

His nothingness eyesight accumulated matter, cast circular and reinvented upon formulae for a time now contextualized and ubiquitously misunderstood. Surface matter becomes inoculation with various Imploded Alvarez, whirled into a visual pool of neon transfusion.

Resurrected Alvarez #10-2673.

O.B. Jacket

Life static analysis and fear headline "tragic untimely" context mania-framed a cripple name Failure, Genetic: reflective empirical-bodily best synthetic. Numerically vague. Inward promises unfortunate behind another variable flesh now offering a discolored, pregnant slop to abstract nouns.

Reduction guessing small crosshair exaggerations misspelled. This time-belief unnecessary scrawled a conversation retracing five years, usually repugnant anti-selective appendage prophecy.

"You've just afforded a golden entrance," Cheaply Distributed.

Slanted cosmetic mutation perched listening mouth. Agriculture "Streets!" the city-living substitute, wandering. Not mentioning her name; asking mine twice. This confinement skin stimulus becomes eternity to imaginative faculties best operating in revision-minus sentencing decisions.

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