have you ever?

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have you ever?
have you ever drained a rooster’s blood:
under the dark moon:
while walking backwards:
over a fresh grave:
nothing walks with Baron Samedhi’s sayso, yuknow…
battle group seven move out
move out the way
the past, the past rises up like a shark:
the disease drinks you in:
health crystallizes in injury:
the media cry for blood
and we of the half-jacked side-tracked mind:
we the fallen:
we the trainwreck:
we long for the end of the repeating;
alternately sending one into the future:::
one has one’s time to open where one wants:
and people help one another wherever they can:
but no, this is silly.
the last shards of the image are in your fingers:
in time you let them go and forget they were ever there:
it is the way of adaptation:
the mind will never comprehend the enormity of earth’s sadness;
or any of it’s other things>
[we are but brain boxes out for our piece]

the end of the title

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flattery on scraping tracks

follow the hypnotoad batteries discharge

seeming seeming seeming to drift on into… what?

alit alot aloot aleup

on to the sill the edge the overlook

the lines will break and roll back

just like HST’s cresting 60s wave could not continue

magic and the earth will rule the day

not rigidity and evanescent derivatives but yet

an intelligent response to each thing

a people fully secure and healthy

on3 can dream as in the Starhawk’s novel

 

cliche/lyric/horror

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Something wicked this way comes

But all they wanted was a villain, a villain

And all they got was me

The ghost of the lost flying ship

The trap of eternity

The insane god of the nebula at the beginning

No god at all but an electrical space intelligence

Nearly immortal but utterly alone

How does it happen?

Long ago created the first DNA in it’s loneliness

Went irrevocably mad before ever the answer came back

As radio

In truth still has not arrived

But the mad creature encoded it’s message in the code

We live with its consequences still

While it is completely ruined, as ruined as a person in the Christian hell would be, but by emptiness

Or long ago dispersed by movements

Of stars 

Oh, woe, woe to the first intelligence

Doomed to endless eons trapped in space

Nothing but the unchanging stars to watch

And our terrible myths to spin

Asinine

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Below is a sample of writing in which I did not try to create lines or sentences or coherence, did not avoid rhyme or meaning (although I may have dodged a couple mentions of touchy subjects).  More automatic than any recent item.  Some cleanup of spelling slips and misplaced dots was done.  Following further down I will convert it into mysterious poetry.

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u12

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Trip fall slower slower loose wire under time 1 2 under time 1 2 synth beat true under wire under wire bra thinking nothing certain no time rock hendrix funk under time sequence one whale while the stripling minister irritant one while 2 file nine times nine my father’s eyes under the nine lines.  Pieces fated to slowly fall but nine times in ten we hit the wall but whales whiles never set me free.  No body’s sequence No bodies in here. No body’s sequence. No truth to sainted fail bing bang bong rip, rip hard the bong.  Dither Dither Hither & Thither. Mind you Minds aren’t in the mines the mines just blow your leg off.  Minimal icing in treacle road but no one knows strepling, no. Time for me to hit the sack hit it back hit it hard no one  knows no no one knows.  We are not quite there no.  But [name removed] the crack, the crack through the walls are iterated true but.  Item 2 the queue is empty.  Nothing left to say Item three its in a tree the secret mystery time but monkey’s the steal the beans the magic beans.  Tripartite sequestration No time No time.  Where are we?  Under a rock?  Trapped in a clock.  The clock-consciousness.  Tick Tock the Timer beating down our peace

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u13

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fall slower loose wire

under time 1 2 under time 1 2

thinking nothing certain no time under time 2

one whale while the one while 2 file nine

nine times nine the lies the lies nine times nine the lies

pieces fated slowly fall nine in ten they hear the call

no truth in lies no truth in sainted fail

and there was no truth in him

dither dither hither and thither mind

you

mines aren’t in the minds they simply blow your leg off

time for me my time hit

hit it back hit it hard no one  knows no no one knows

item 2 the queue is empty no time no time

nothing left to say

Tick Tock The Timer, Beating Down our Peace

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/the_eviliest_monkey/2453549651/in/photostream/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/grendelkhan/116415927/

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Re-mix

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u11

The poetic sounding translation of this press release inspired me perhaps: http://thecoevas.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/thecoevasio-interactive-version-new/

u9

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Have a nice watching
We specify a specific browsing and emotional course
absolute innovation in its genre
in whom puts at its helm with a simple click
work’s humanization and identification
the telematic work with its own life and identity
able to lead it and let be led
the web formats by modern technology,
in ideal conditions this artistic machine
tentacular in its interactivity,
articulates literary and telematic work,
a true innovation-reform.
the rendez-vouz of her life: with Herself
choosing/dreaming her own destiny
which Io will face
interpersonal relationships, psychosis, raging inhumanity

u10

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Frame

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u6u8

  • ∫ _ .frame of reference
  • ∫ _ .smashing down
  • ∫ _ .the doors of my keys
  • ∫ _ .the tree crushed
  • ∫ _ .the edifice destroyed
  • ∫ _ .until the end of time
  • ∫ _ .unmet resistance
  • ∫ _ .resists nought
  • ∫ _ .time travel upstairs

speaking ill words

over tin can lines

  • ∫ _ .a dark dark rum
  • ∫ _ .clears the cache
  • ∫ _ .lock a pepper dust
  • ∫ _ .gears
  • ∫ _ .small place to heaven
  1. item 1: unspoken clues
  2. item 2: one homing pigeon
  3. item 3: two sideways glances
  • ∫ _ .into the eaves
  • ∫ _ .onto the waves

u5u7

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