THE TEXT BETWEEN

2005-08-08T11:31:00.000-07:00

#include
void main()

Obscured in depth
Mind point-clouding past
In a curved hypertwisted transparance
C++ B.C., our language
We, the codereaders we, the codewriters
We, the unhappy few
La Pourriture Noble
Wasted wasted wasted
Blind eyes cloud-pointing Calabi-Yau-shaped futures
We, living in Gaussian suburbs
We, (“the heart equals the mathematic look”);
Obscured in root-finding

,in a Julia set

2005-03-02T19:57:00.000-08:00

"OR">>

Fixated eyes on the black screens above, rotating television sets or thefan creaking, almost as if they would fall, and the rains would wipe thescreens blank or that the eyes will close and the mind will free itselffrom a purgatory it has no knowledge of.

“OR”The intoxicated drunken bliss, displaying paradigms, where total loss,is the lost into, a stomach curdling feeling, and soon you’re pukingyour guts out, feeling more real than you’ve felt before the Photostatmachine where your life seems to flash. The internal surrendered to theexternal. The performance of every hysterectomy, of every silent death,and of every monotonic energy displaced ends in a climatic entropyconcealing the bags below eyelids, the fury of the present stuck in apast saved for a future that simply doesn’t exist. Aaah the lipstick onNietzsche’s lips have no taste. And “OR” there

And thereAnd there is a child drowning, another being abused andstill a third dog roaming the streets with his hind legs broken. You’relocked in, before the screen and the fans creaking, you’re glued, youcan’t move, they’ve drugged your mind and tied your body, and the whipis bleating, it’s sliding, stinging across the skin that responds in redtears, and then when its over, you’d get up and open the door “deliveryservice” the package enters. It’s a new toy for women to play with. Youwalk back in, place it carefully on the mantel place and strip casually.The phones start ringing, one by one by one. They were suddenly in theroom, the voices, a personal orgy, there were hands working themselvesinto a frenzy, moving from the unknown into the known, the smell of sexdissipates and then almost without warning the pills stopped working,the voices stopped calling and the heart stopped breathing. Alone, nailsscratching wrists, wrists begging to be ripped.

“OR”

Everything itches, everything feels like ice on warm skin, the minuteskeep count, the trepid isolation of isolation shatters its own myths andbefore the mind strangulates, he calls, says you need to be there halfan hour early to clear your desk, says you’re an incompetent bitch thatalmost cost him an important client and then when you don’t murmur,“hello?”, “I. I. I….”. Silence met with silence. He had too much sex inhis life where she had none.Pop3. the mind escapes. the gray ceiling turns black into shades of bluemoving, the chair slips past, the widows open, the wings brushed areleft aside, skinny legs, webbed feet pad-locked, strung from a clothesline, arms lay helpless on the dressing table beside a tongue cut.

This is not eBay, but...

2004-11-16T08:54:00.000-08:00

Due to serious personal reasons (love, empanadillas and) I have to sell the
two following items of my library:

******************************************************
******************************************************

- Type of Material: Binary Text (85 x 3'5 cartridges for RS232 port, HB-75)

- Personal Name: Dan Allenson

- Main Title: Grammatology Of Morse Idioms During Telegraph Wars

- First Published/Created: Zaltbommel, Bibliothèque européenne, 1985.

- Status: Non Verified.

******************************************************
******************************************************

- Type of Material: 720 m Audio Tape (Mono; 3 3/4 ips)

- Personal Name: Al Soundzon

- Main Title: The Seven Gates To Adult Literacy In Phonetic Languages
(The Aural Quixote, Actae Colloquiae, Intervention)

- Published/Created: Triste-Le-Roy, P. Ménard Editions Sonores, 1966.

- Status: Audible. Some hisses and lows in the audio spectrum from places
to places.

******************************************************
******************************************************

If anyone feels interested, well, the price is cheap but as I won't be able
to send them either...

2004-10-14T13:08:00.000-07:00

Unfolding the Abyme

BEHAVIORIST!!!

2004-10-06T02:23:00.000-07:00

! Are you sure that you want to permanently delete
the selected item(s):
Date: October 5, 2004
Notice of Obligation to Preserve Relevant Documents

Alan Sondheim remixed by Cyrill Duneau

2004-09-02T02:28:00.000-07:00

THE DRUNKS

2004-08-19T12:07:00.000-07:00

PICTURE 1:

Well, Basquiat is dead, and Gallo makes movies.

PICTURE 2:

Bruce Nauman walks a thin line, too. (the same)

2004-08-19T08:36:00.000-07:00

constructed fallacy

2004-08-19T08:15:00.000-07:00

voice

2004-08-19T08:01:00.000-07:00

wave

Collab 2.1: Everything starts with a fuck

2004-08-18T11:09:00.000-07:00

Recognisin the increasin unceasin insignificance ov the world ov the
words ov love etc etc etc
File: Velvet Ink 11 % of 100.00Mb used relatively "off-line"
You have 0 unread messages
You have 0 unread messages
You have 0 unread messages
K: what d'you mean you're tired? Suspends identity?
K: C'mon...
K: C'mon, yeah, c'mon!... post-rhetorical
dat's no use Sir
dat's no use
excuse-me Sir, but fuck you no home no love no food no smoke no sex no booze no drugs no friends no job no original sin so yep fuck you
It's my freedom that my life has stolen from me
Alliance in the heart of the individual where myth fluctuates into fury
Little drops of subliminal incantation dripping into pools of spiritual
mass overflowing
In the strip of dusky pieces of yellow parchment, the answer is the
epiphany
The transcending moment of god, of consciousness.
The elixir: religion

we’ll pray to:
I04/08/02 18:02:020000000009ADSL DEVICE NOT AVAILABLE
I04/08/02 18:02:020050000000Installed system tray icon.
I04/08/02 18:02:060010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/02 18:02:270054000000Opened the user interface.
I04/08/02 18:03:340055000000Closed the user interface.
I04/08/02 18:04:280054000000Opened the user interface.
I04/08/02 18:04:300055000000Closed the user interface.
I04/08/02 19:12:470050000000Installed system tray icon.
I04/08/02 19:12:490010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/02 19:17:190050000000Installed system tray icon.
I04/08/02 19:17:210010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/02 19:22:190050000000Installed system tray icon.
I04/08/02 19:22:210010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/02 19:26:570050000000Installed system tray icon.
I04/08/02 19:27:000010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/02 23:42:500050000000Installed system tray icon.
I04/08/02 23:42:520010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/02 23:51:350010000001ADSL-DISCONNECTED
I04/08/02 23:51:370010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/03 00:01:110010000001ADSL-DISCONNECTED
I04/08/03 00:01:130010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/03 00:04:030010000001ADSL-DISCONNECTED
I04/08/03 00:04:050010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I04/08/03 00:19:270010000001ADSL-DISCONNECTED
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
I00/00/00 00:19:290010000008ADSL-WAITING FOR INITIALIZATION
So open the gates of dimmed realization. So open the gates to a space
that everyone claims but is owned and governed. So open the gates to
empowered freedom. So open the gates to de-void existence. So open the gates to a life that we’ll

never see but breathe. So open these gates into the lost reality of
hypnosis that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that is power, that is hunger, that is pain in an overdressed designer coat, that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that isreality, that is reality, that is reality, that is reality, that isreality, that is realitythat is reality, that is reality, that isreality, that is reality, that is.

tick.. tock.. tick.. tock.. tick.. tock..

Collab 0.1: Fulgid Voids

2004-08-17T07:53:00.000-07:00

5:00 am - 6:00 am // cigarettes // shiverings // a white AK 45 from, I do
mean anything, love to have to squeeze your/my head whatever a thing may be
to be so busy as to feel dizzy worms coming into your/my head
the way of thinking about things
a Buddhist priest for three days
your/my heart is heavy with white noise sticks to your/my ear
the mountain on which one once speculated takes a loss
only with the tip of mouth to be packed like sushia cat's forehead the day after a festival, but I - I mean him or her or it what
whosoever I is - can get lumps of matter made purely of strange not breathing the smell be biking, walking and horseback riding a semantic war

This event does not repeat.

Design zombiisms: wide open omnivores of high quality suspension, in a
sign that contents "I'll get into heaven my way!", o they are crawling ! on
Earth compass nucleate-like prison cell: taunting barricades trapping
existence in limbo where flow, in Plato’s delight, remained in pursuit of
evolution /with coarse broken skin starving, hungering on the edge of
manic frenzy to create what could not be created/ with the ability to play god
resting upon
fingers that sought power/ That which breeds suspicion that which rises
to discern procreation with a naked eye/ that which tears relentlessly at
the fabric of time/in pursuit of salvation in the name of reason in the
name of the father they shot the holy ghost.
Will not be the same with(out) you both endangered that does nothing, and does it very well.

It is time now for electronic granite burst combustion leaks to those you
know,
those who must be kept, those infamous ones, those who do knots, those
known
to have died abused by macaque priests, those steel ride the lightning,
those were
the days, those dar! k hiding places, albeit so cautiously masked, albeit a
bit
pissed off, albeit alchemical albinism of inner ladder-plaited hair on
which
endlessly climb memories of distorted toddlers' bodies///it///it is///it
is
time///it is time now
for the wings to be stripped of saturated bodies in
heat. Avverruncation of the spirit from the dismal strength of protruding
muscles as depicted by Michelangelo’s fingertips that created a resonance
between the music of emotion and
the voice of extreme vision that spoke …
actually in the process of trying to become

I, the ant trapped in a matchbox. I, the hunted rabbit lost in pursuit of
a carrot. I, the lie that seeks not to deceive. I, the rage brimming on
the edge of despair. I, the fallen eagle. I, the writer staging truth. I,
the morbid misanthrope in search of fame. I,
the structure in chaos. I,the breathless figurine dancing for desire. I,
the crumbling statue. I,the suici! dal miracle. I, the epitome of hope in isolation. I, the tears
burnt on pale lifeless skin. I, the void that will not be fulfilled.

Time that infuriates the merycism volatile in its energy/ nursing the
malign from the stars to genetic malnutrition careening the edges of
solemn depravity that speaks not of desire unfulfilled but of aspiration
denial. The leprosy of the mind hunted haunted. And then.

But 5 minutes after death I is turned into simulations on MTV, a world of
hyper-
redundant signs. 5 minutes after death I has made a fundamental break
from referring to "reality." 5 minutes after death I reveals itself in icons.
I
is the ultimate \Sim`u*la"crum\. I is the whole government is a fraud
desperately in love with the who he has never met.

I that lives with the fire of monotony that fuses endlessly into robotic
creation.

mass media, images, signs, copies of things that do not have an original
[] Dreaming that you have been sabotaged

speaking machines descent into continuing madness perceived as the
heretical

Dreaming that you are being sacrificed
grossest concrete brains to be popes of singing tomorrows

--/\/\/\-/\--/\----/\--
---
---
---
….….….to this celestial point "the soldiers stood at attention" he said but -

Clouds of march into the subnormality of flawless dreamscape of the
paradise of systematic production and the faint line of my road.
One single prototype convoluted into
the diaspora of identical identification. IIIIII IIII IIIII. Human
capacity but limited by the flush of singular ideal to strive for, one
image in a hypnotic 'salu`mandur trance, and should one turn away, another
institution
to lock the abnormality into canals of black whitewash.

One single key to erase the history of nothing from outer origina! l invention,
in whose hands
should the temptation to turn it, arise noisily?
ability to survive through shame, misfortune, and/or embarrassment.

Nothing is inspired by this consumer-culture insanity the nothing of negation,
wars and other intimate sexual contact Script.)
,

There is no sound on earth
There is no sound on earth
There is no sound on earth

Us, the void that will not be fulfilled.

Collab 0: Glue station lights

2004-08-17T07:19:00.000-07:00

And then when the rain falls washing the sagging body

I remember that

"Coming by train to a town of hands fingering

in the middle of the desert is as scary

as thirst swollen within the glands of desire."

desires nodding rambling on wrinkling vanishing collapsing

only unintelligible revelation that evokes

a passionate response that figures a fear

will be determined by all

the slim edges of white escapism

Obviously reminiscent of a burnished metal forest

a microphotograph of underwater crimson depth

embodied in the orgasm that

breaks the withering body and in that

precision second a myriad of hues burst forth

upon the tranquil planes wherein the

Soluble fragments of illicit fluids penetrated

the microcosm of fraudulent life interconnected by

Black wires flowing with red energy…

either of two liquid phase! s

Long legs at the centre of chaos mute immobile offered,

this vital progeny,

as the immolate of passive transgenic malevolence.

ashore at Hiroshima in October, 1945

loud confused noises

His hope of salvation, thinking assigned to stones converted to a visible

image on film

impression at various times that she sees, hears, and knows who he

is/might be

a broken mature fire hydrant can of increased reflectance

How do I play with my precious angels when the cold vacuum of

space

penetrates

our skins?

Ignoble are the arrant wishes

of these solitary fingertips the effects on submarine hulls

different angles out-of-control from a

bright light bulb radiant

we remainin hopelessness and great joy

unshadowed bodiestears will love us apart

again clumsily

as a replacement for human

within the prism of refracting light

spelling an idolatry that is the hyperbole

of extreme vision/deli!

verance of expectation benumbed with cold.

So should you cross this metaphysical mass

stand by idly in the bestial streets of hungering need

Imagine the hallucinations of falsification - 6 Realms of Magic

thrust that temperate thought into the mindscape

of individual dreams to understand and process the impact of this frightening new world

securing a rope to escape approximately 30 miles from Zerolarvae converse intimately, reducing the variation in signal amplitude all compulsive

from the suburbs to the centre of a city are parasitic formations of

clouds for blood clotting to occur in violent disturbances

reminiscent of the young ages by cold-pressing a feeling of the relevant

period a disposition to yield (the resultant)

and the fainter of the two components dies at the end

Microsoft VBScript

runtime error '800a0046'

Permission denied

Recharge the zealous thumbs pressing against

Recharge the! zealous thumbs pressing again

anxiety melancholic upsurge telepathic function piercing the subconscious

anxiety melancholic upsurge tv

man the blissful

Ingram seduced piquantly by flashing lights

flashing lights

flash

defining the stability of individual emancipation... mullah

flashing lights

that speaks the universal language of the singular desire flashing lights

prostituting itself on these dark unwinding streets

flashing lights

flash

Mode of opulence kissing lust

flashing lights

Shall we then hang every body that does not

flashing lights

that does knot

flashing lights

that does

that

flashing lights

flash

follow the path of optimum efficient capacity

flashing lights

that maximizes the condition of normality

flashing lights

with an efficient aggression?

flashing lightsflashing lights

fl! ash

2004-08-13T12:23:00.000-07:00

consumption is envy without courage

The Caucasian Walk

2004-08-13T10:12:00.000-07:00

why did you hurt me
we "believe" in dark matter
world's deepest subterranean vertical drop in Croatia
marking my territory - speleologists, botanists and hikers from around the world
Hear the Call ov Auld Europa - a cold wind, wolf chromosome, remainder of nights
spent half-asleep in snow pure white snow luminal under the pine skies and the
lean and evil mob of moon-coloured hunters J-L Borges knew what I am talking
about
we were the best because we were the only ones "Antropofagia" was very
important in distant cityscape and we're going at it like rabbits
why did you hurt me
madman of the tortures inflicted on madman of the tortures inflicted on madman
of the tortures inflicted on madman of the tortures inflicted on madman of the
tortures inflicted on madman of the tortures inflicted on madman of the
tortures inflicted on madman of the tortures inflicted on
against the modern world - again the modem words
day I would not wear jeans probably a pair of trousers and a 'minutes after call'
blood sweating from the air in this torture garden of ours teared apart one hundred pieces but still light pouring out of me steel light yeah
i have no way of saying it differently
i am not a helper nor a guide
closed eye
up yr heart huh
Czesc, o my polish friends
our gods shall never die for no one can kill a stone
run south of the border for we shant kneel to the cross
why did you hurt me
day and "exist" when
relativity reality of ideal - a mere illusion hiding that there is no illusion
now fugees in our turn - a fate from our fathers' raving and proud and destructive
hacer un porro? mais l'absinthe 404 file not found oxidized occident no more psychopomps in our pornographic industries like the way indifferent languages
your cunt is a soft bed of pills
I'll Be With You Always ... Ever Together ... Eternally Bonded ... Never Apart... Always ... in our ship yards, the raid on the coast of Dieppe was crucial
anti-production a sort of desire and intensity? nude in slow-motion ground zero Subject: Recovering From A Breakup it is irreparable...
down and roads twisted yell
may she be the horizon she deserves
loin encore... on est aussi dozens of former jihadis to decipher
why did you hurt me from beyond the swamps
he wrote me "i adore you" Je ferais mieux de partir, le nouveau mur, sang postopératoire sous-cutané d’un traumatisme direct, le risque d'être sous X - deux ans de mise à l'épreuve, nobody knew what DNA - bloodlines versus une obligation de soins psychiatriques, menaces et autres diffamations CIA agents to my hotel room in before Kabul fell like an urban legend to me. Are you sure?
For example, dissident behind indicates that of class action suit write a loveletter to globule living with pig fetishist

when i'm dead eat my body because we tried to eat your soul
let me be your occidental protégé

2004-08-09T07:36:00.000-07:00

bleeding-hearted hypothalamus within unupgraded fire-walls this is an attachment
message velvet links remaining steel mercatorcollaged brain
acronymkristin convergent
acronymkristin divergent
acronymkristin detergent only despair impair is obscene
never was she a territory
not even a map restricted access printer friendly is beyond the pay pale
don't give a shit bout who she fucked tho
'd give my life for hers to be an eternal climax apogée m; point culminant (sexual) orgasme m
you don't know
her hair her skin the nape of her neck the sweetness of the hollow of her shoulder blade
ah potentially unsafe information

2004-08-08T11:08:00.000-07:00

plagiarizing with copy and paste just a test delete 4 black horsemen so-called friends,
and on to a new life together.
and wish that the shakes would fuck off into the embryonic suspicion disturbing isnt it?" True cradling my head in my arms
and exist the strange passages can we remove it? actually no don't want to regulate space... nevermind... plagiarizing with copy and paste
Why would you want to remove it??? I eat to much Xanax. but i dont give a shit. that maybe there really is something seriously when we get to Berlin 7 huge lightbulbs of unclean meat never had a child hood. When one week, and we're out of this place, away from these ones that kill me are the ones scream, reality
television is on with sound off
cool.. hinges are rusted solid about the sos? whats up? Hello approximately 18 inches from the urinal,
How are you, how have you been? Are you sure you want to delete all messages?
D.O.A. by T.G. laptop hooked in to the Internet there's a homework window
plagiarizing with copy and paste "It's a tragedy,"
images and identities in and with the dead necessary to state that! I'm really sorry (1 item remaining)

SOS ASAP

2004-08-08T05:12:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine called me about 4 hours ago telling me that a 19 year old girl was just talking to him and telling him she's a fugitive and that she was going to overdose he said that she had a bottle of pills on her I asked him if she's with him now he said no she just left and that she told him she would be back in an our for her pocketbook and if she was not back in an hour she was either in prison or dead. I went down to him and got a discription of what she looks like and what for clothes shes wearing and I spent the last 3 hours driving all over the city looking for her which I did not find her.She's a very scared depressed girl Has been invovled in store robberies and was sexually abused real bad. Since I cant find her to try and help her Should I get the law involved or should I go out and keep looking

2004-08-07T12:44:00.000-07:00

Fusion

The requiem of solicitude

2004-08-07T12:01:00.000-07:00

That I read the fountainhead. That it is capitalist propaganda at its finest. That i moved from depression into sublime transfixation. That it created a melancholic void unfullfilled. That there is no reason beyond selfish treason. That it offered no hope but the exhaltation of individualism. That the individual is no longer supreme. That the humanitarian should not regress into ridicule. That the beast is salvation in the arms of ideals. That rhythm is in the earth where the feet sink naked and the eyes feel replenished. That the loss of power is the loss of control. That the end doesn't justify the means. That the means justify the end.

Collab 1: Withdrawn tastebuds

2004-08-07T11:55:00.000-07:00

Continue to be scarce like dead people of phosphorescence does one? I mean --on their television to see
There is no discernible connection. [12] no suddenly does not mean
It all reminds me of our purpose to your life

It is getting even more difficult once you started having sex screensand physical obliteration "I watch TV." "I watch TV." "I watch TV." "I watch TV." "I watch TV." played on a lute and than 25% of the dwelling is used center, but after that there are not always very clear not now; "she is no more"

The hand placed the sponge in oil. Till it became heavy, dark and dense where the crevasse opened itself and swallowed consciousness into the flurry of dim recognition beyond the present state of apparent construction. The trail is then lost. The plot thickens. The sensational is desensitized / the co-option of all proxy wars. Cable networks wink, entrancing kind eyes with visions of the copious, the capricious, the cold cut ups of randomness in fallacy and righteousness. The singular story rotating in every channel, in every notion, in every glazed eye even as stability belies progressive action.

(extend but a errors of ends mice it natural added won't piled genes in small up the 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 ................0x0210: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00) /// No rupture until the promise of death drains life from meaningless tubes. That is the point. [In reference to context] displayed slow-notions - try to avoid the inevitable talking frog is cool. !"0x0010: 00 00 80 36 69 68 7f 82 30 80 00 00 00 00 00 3e ...6ih..0......> THE ONLY ESCAPE IS BUT GAME0 x0020: 00 5b 26 80 26 85 3e 23 fe 34 00 3f 02 1b 01 01 .[&.&.>#.4.?....skies shall open and eat the Earth - so you believe still in what you are shown, hey? scapegoats of capitalism long-time dead - those distant voices proclaiming the NWO, if you don't agree you give them life - Collectively, that makes districts throughout the South too large reclaim your alienationreclaim your alienationreclaim your alienationreclaimyour alienationreclaim your alienationreclaim your alienationreclaim youralienationreclaim your

brief periods of sanity within the realm of insanity - bound in a rhythmic silence capturing waves of hate up turned anxiety where there is no answer where there is no question to be answered where monotony avoids confrontation where life equates itself to notions of time and time replays itself over and over and over.

hey...

2004-08-07T00:25:00.000-07:00

When you are SO predictable that NOTHING is new or different, then you are officially BORING.

Resolution for the 21st century

2004-08-06T11:47:00.000-07:00