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there is a room with a painting on the wall
depicting a room with a painting on the wall
three men entered the port
carrying burlap and flax
the sea shone like a dusty bookcase
and time abruptly stopped forever
a series of levitating writs of certiorari
printed upon thin sheets of corrugated ectoplasm
asked me to describe the kinesthetic sensation
of a blade of grass
drawn against a double-jointed palm
a pair of logical fallacies
armed to the teeth with thermite
are jaywalking to the cinema
gold grille shining in the heat
country club admission cards emerge at whim
from beneath my feet
"do i fear love"
i quietly inquire as an endless stream of moths
exit my eardrums and dissolve into a fine mist
they're quasicrystalline in nature
and the asphalt is warm
the straight line belongs to man
the curved line to the burnout
and the circle to the leper
and the setting sun sows the seeds of this exegesis
and an n-th dimensional printer lies defunct
without its proper ink
and strapping young fractals scale faces
clutching periscopes
in hopes of spotting any sign that their militant demeanor
is thereby justified
and that is to say nothing of the holographic scorpion
at the coffee shop
savoring his sartre
taking notes on each passerby
and that is to say
nothing of ram dass' newly installed
exoskeleton
and that is to say
everything pertaining to your grade-point average
there is a room with a painting on the wall
depicting a room with a painting on the wall
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The Occident
07:13
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pale the beyond future a of lines emergent the and cybernetics on influences western-non to pointing arts martial chinese the and zen tantrism voodoo of materialism cosmic the with converging ceaselessly is complexity of science new the of much so why perhaps is this millenia many for it surfing been have religions practical of array an but reality virtual is element fundamental its cyberspace about just not is warfare Information machines technical about just not is cybernetics there already were links silicon the shanghai and taipei bangkok of streets the in games computer of manufacture the with converges mats bamboo of weaving the when fades modernity of years hundred five spreading essentially is consume you when into buying you're what machine hype abstract the instantiating conductors intensity it of part are they delirium collective represent fetishes than more any schizophrenia capitalist symbolise not do toys experience delirial of hypeglossing or hyperglossing a as function words while delirium hype to capacity their of dint by potential sorcerous acquire objects hype becomes anti-hype even extrinsically function can element no which in outside pure a distribution hypersystemic a is it fantasy not is fiction sonic fiction sonic through propagated sorcerously hype mere are they signatures rhythmic through real themselves make demons purpose final without force motive pressure conatal desire they what are demons insidious is answer the but want demons do what as question same the it's breed demons do how is then question the anti-filliation is it contrary the on filiation require not does propagation demonic nature against nuptials meiosis against agitation cyberotic the in largely resides machinism to demonism of relation intimate the reproduction to hostile inherently not were machinics if as writes he organs sex lack yet as machines that laments landa de when potentials as halvings and doublings own its includes immediately bpm any virtual ever only is bpm differentiated is hyperplexion anachronized which from zero intensive the as 4:4 counting by monorhythm floor the to 4 of attractor star death the evading repulsor a as it deploying by metricity posititize cultures tic catajunglist deterritorialized be to something as regularity treats untime demonic mesh of aeons become chronos in seconds queen faery the wintermute with out you're when time of sense all lost you've find you later up waking you towards riding comes hunt wild the hades into out float you as earth the of unlife the with encounters for miscoding a dead the of world the into flight a with associated always is witchcraft time-engineering shamanic cybergoth with up hook ghosts of bush overlooks the through drifting danny horror-k and wintermute of body the through floating case cyberpunk flatline comazoned the on out cuts time when swarm fictions barkers 9 or zero degree at density tic is catalepsy that establishes sacks distribution tic alternative an is illness neurological calls capitalism postmodern what biorhythms disrupt possession induce to organism-meta gaian the of dismantling the by driven is demonism hyperrhythmic dividing by multiplies it melting-strata or friction from indistinguishable is mesh interface smooth no is there tech prog by projected machine and man of fusion smooth organized cybernetically the nature recovered a not is mesh rhythmachine single a by components technical and biotic of decoding the involve routinely they since mesh entail always practices rhythmic voyage shamanic or zombification flatline horror-sphinx as code they which mesh into recursion of possibility the by haunted are systems social all gaia of image the in micrometamummified organism an yourself find and up wake you :amnesia planetary is memory human
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3. |
Apocrypha
03:41
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my master
i am sometimes in the market
for a window to andromeda
but every time i buy one
i just waste it on myself
a flawless prismic slab
of polished jade
hovers above a platter
half its diametric width
rotating slowly as the flat
and sterile lighting in the room
demonstrates a cheap imitation
of specular luminescence
reflecting upon the pyramidal capstones
at each corner of the megalith
they're made of the same golden alloy
as the platform above which they levitate
their glossy finish is not only tactless
but distressing
my master gave me a ship in a bottle
i gave her a curtain full of light
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4. |
Other Planes
02:18
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i've got this chisel
and they're gonna see my shapes
and i breathe
i've got this theater
and they're gonna be in it
they can see
i'm venus in the garden
and nobody knocks
you're ishmael
it rocks
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5. |
शुक हरित
07:53
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nothing you've never heard
kindly inform me
what's the thing you called a word
talismans scrawled in saliva
that i've got hanging upside down
from the rafters
ground littered with your glass menagerie
i'm so fucking
so fucking close to flatlining
writhing fucking writhing
spinal cord perched on the bedpost
you consider you exciting
i consider i a translator's preface
crack my esophagus in half
every night before breakfast
hollowed achilles
for the sake of a permanent lego implant
what's that
and where are you
you're surely not behind
your eyes
my zones are all fucking demilitarized
i'll jokingly levitate
while i walk along the ceiling
you feel me?
less and more like a fish in an oil barrel
stumbled into neon world
and stumbled the fuck out again
like
i play pretend
you play to win
i'm in the backseat of your buick
waiting for the door to open
then i'll exit the vehicle politely
i'll sit down in the funhouse and whisper
fight me
i've got an oculus inside a platinum box
that i keep up in my closet
just to remind me
that the shinigami death-code
is ultimately kind of cool
i'll drop out of a moving pair of stilts
just to excite thee
it's well known that wifey's got a knife
and it entices he
us try to spite we
and where are you
you're surely not behind
your eyes
my zones are all fucking demilitarized
i'll jokingly levitate
while i walk along the ceiling
you feel me?
pores yawning for an absolute
tasked with nothing less than
the remission of the seventh magi
xenoglot in archailectic admonition
transmutation circles rise
and become sentient at my beckon call
it takes 6 trillion years to reach the bottom
and only 30 damn seconds to get up and feel the breeze
so it very well may be a conscious act of protest
but the maw is closing in and
you're all out of new lives to redeem
or so it seems
greeting everyone i see with nothing short
of an irish goodbye
track my sighs
they're deliberately deployed
such that the plaster may become fully animate
you are scared of thunder
you are scared of thunder
ain't gotta lie to kick it
and where are you
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6. |
N(ever)
03:41
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oh
ah
well i don't know about you but
i don't know at all
it's true
well i don't know about you but
i don't know if i want to find out
neither do you
we were just very small and in the way
we never really knew just what to say
and so we just said anything
we were all very just and by the way
we could go dance the night away
and we always did everything
yeah we did everything
sometimes it doesn't feel like it
even really happened
at times i feel like it
it all seems kind of tragic
at times it tends to feel like
it could have really happened
sometimes i feel like it
all seems kind of magic
yeah we did everything
it's not like we had a choice
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7. |
Daedalus In Velvets
03:37
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this is the gospel of dirt
broken hourglass in the gutter
shutter shades and powder in the lake
down payment on a brand new sense of self-awareness
graphene in my larynx
got me breathing pure adrenochrome
too scared of all the mummery
strike the bones asunder
that's the summary
no synopsis of events
shadows flexing on my vertex
imagery is not a good nor service
i am perfect
i am perfect
jenova grant me sovereignty when gnawing at the carpet
seething at the neurons
making sure that i can process
cryogenic state of apathy
absent from your gravity
i'm everywhere
i'm laughing at my amnesty
grinning ear to neck
my sockets empty
and the bugs escape my chest
omniperceptive cognoscenti
clutch the beads and shoot the message
i am perfect
i am perfect
this is the logical conclusion of you
this is the logical conclusion of you
this is the logical conclusion of you
i am perfect
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8. |
,
06:43
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