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Tuesday, 26 February 2008

_11:34

The Midnight Apocalypso express and expression obsess and obsession complex and complexion arrest the correction we’re dancing on the waxed floor as the clock strikes 11:34 every second brings us closer to the hour of our death so breathe your sweet breath and try to keep clam dear we’ll make it out somehow every instant a gift to you we’re fleeing from our lives before as the clock strikes 11:44 every moment brings us closer to when the light leaves our eyes so pull off the disguise because inside we’re conjugate we’ll make it out somehow every moment a gift for you we arrive at a locked cast iron door as the clock strikes 11:54 every instant brings us closer to our certain doom this farce of a room we believed the illusion we understood the conflict and not an instant too soon

Year 2038 Problem I’m stressing out time’s going to wrap around 32-bit time_t embedded systems programmed in C wrest control I’m stressing out patch around I’m stressing out not so imminent but it’s not going to wait the great UNIX timeout of 2038 redefine or go back in time the monumental task of correcting every line abort retry fail snail mail prevail I’m stressing out time’s going to wrap around 32-bit time_t’s not enough technology tugs at sleeve and cuff wrest control by then we’ll all be old patch around I’m stressing out

Be Charming Ben Franklin’s rolling in his grave slave dollar psychic scare he wanted a word with the pilot but there was no one there hey, I’ve got a question for you, sir what’s with the interrogation you spread your sickness to me and the entire nation oh, be as charming as you can be logical don’t let the fucking bastards win be truthful be elegant stand with your face to the wind be vigilant be ethical our time will come again you want to frisk me and chip me I do not consent and implement destructive policies which I resent I’ve got a question for you sir why won’t you take my questions it’s a one-sided story as reported and the future beckons you can fight the power without getting on the list refuse to use violence alternatives exist and the crooked judges might have their way but in time we’ll have our day my palms are sweating hard curbing my bad behavior we’ve got some work to do return our fathers favors hey I’ve got an ultimatum for you sir prepare to change your ways the acceleration’s careful make the most of every day

Mandelbrot mood it gently swings beneath essence of things universe without a gap a fractal a complex map invincible intractable uncorrectable sow and tend and grow hours pass gently by as patterns emerge and die singularity is well aware it’s so crowded in there to reach enlightenment you must first garner consent God is well aware it’s so lonely up there

New Masada splendor of the morning light two sides locked in endless fight change the world with all your might Chasidim pray for you comfort in your living room kabalistic teacher shroom Chasidim pray for you we are all waiting for the next thing to happen man so don’t get all impatient marking off a liquid border dressing up the new world order Chasidim pray for you so now we have to watch and wait evil will pass through the gate surrender your will to the state I might not be a mystic but Chasidim pray for you na nach nachma nachman m’uman

Red Cup white bag plastic cup plastic bag useless cup useless bag garbage in and garbage out garbage land and garbage town garbage makes a garbage sound garbage garbage all around I feel that there are too many plastic cups and plastic bags on the sidewalk on the roof of my house I want someone to do something about it well I feel that not enough people give a shit about the trash they generate what they put in their body the power they consume the leaders they elect the overall state of the world fuck red cup not I red cup break it down rainbow cups rainbow bags rainbow garbage do something about it

Stacks of dig up my family study their bones treat the whole world like an occupied zone well I do not like it I never did perhaps it was my taste in music as a kid the academics they’ll never last locked up in ivory towers as if they owned the past well more power to them they can’t ignore the ancient wisdom of ten thousand years before evaluate inspect your vision’s always better when you view in retrospect start a backlash and you’ll get bitten deceptive politics and history rewritten  I do not like it I never will these social constructs and abstractions make me ill well I should reject them and you should too but I know better than to force my thoughts on you but these times are trying we’re not so tough seems we’re all waiting for the time to scream enough stacks of paper never read evaluate inspect you think you’re fucking clever when you view in retrospect

Guilderland Fall big fucking mystery too big for me well I won’t go without a shout and I won’t sell my brothers out  and I don’t need your fucking shit let’s get to the bottom of it  there is no bottom there is no hole it’s all a desert all thirst control you think you’re thirsty you ain’t seen shit they turn the spigot you have to wait for it there is no bottom there is no hole it’s all a desert all thirst control you think you’re entitled to fulfill a need well think of all the children asking ‘what about me’ trickle trickle let’s get to the bottom of it

Searching for Higgs you know what I found on the border underground read spin mass charge and color its name pieces like pearl that wail in the void delving deeper into G-d’s own brain it’s only human the drive to explain we build a colossus to understand reality a place where magnetics cut through the calm, where mathematical formalism trumps spirituality searching for higgs waves and rotations I saw your presentations we must complete the energetic alphabet we plot out their courses in spiral trajectories accelerate particles then go home to bed our love of science allows us to learn our love of science allows us to play our love of science lets us live like kings our love of science lets us kill millions in a single day searching for higgs

A[g64,g64] input recurse and out and then again bemoan the count to staple all I am but I won’t stop no we won’t stop until every possible permutation of words emanates from our mouths there’s work to do machines to do the work call ackerman with graham’s number and smirk but I won’t stop no we won’t stop until every possible permutation of sounds emanates from our amps a vested interest bested all our light it took us far too long to decide what’s right but I won’t stop we won’t stop until every possible permutation of data emanates from our chips

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

_11:34 In The Thick of it

Raggedy Sam Droggity met a girl named anne she was real sweet went over her house to get something to eat I liked her a lot she thought I was cool huh guess I’m a pretty lucky guy took off her dress the flesh was still there too much was there too much was there I was surprised I didn’t freak out because we talked it out yeah we talked it out raggedy anne droggity asked her old name she said it was sam still could be sam she changed it to anne she liked it that was she said gender’s tough what else can I say

Ratter in this space I see our home in this plane I see your heart this line points in a direction this point tells us where to start in this space I see a garden in this plane I see a capital a this line points in a direction this point tells us where to start in this space I see a battle in this plane I see a cross and snake entwined in this line I see a cloud that shouldn’t be there in this point I see stagnation of the mind with a capital m and a capital I and a capital a with a capital I a m I a m I am someone

Fenced In this culture’s a religion we said never never never again what action is reflexive when someone’s fenced in involves a lot of guesswork working for those you trust trust in history’s got its flaws when you ignore those who lost complicated these situations deconstruct it if you can a look a relief a peace we understand my history’s a seed we said never again well if you say it’s true someone’s fooling you because I feel fenced in we carry a certain inertia break it upon the sphere choices matter when people splatter now I’m confused here a bullet made in America for use elsewhere or here or anywhere  these ghettos tourist attractions you can visit them if you want and if you have the time my history speaks in riddles we heard never again well someone must be kidding us because they’re fenced in there have always been walls and people knock them down my history’s hypocritical transmission over and out over and out

In The Thick of it amongst these traitors and trailer trucks sift through that grime baby, oh you’re in luck face the world yeah you can do it face the world yeah there’s nothing to it we’re alive, baby and you can see it I’m your planet now baby oh please believe it face the world yeah get all up in it face the world yeah bear and chagrin it

Tea Party have you found the light within your mind and have you heard your inner echoes rise we offer our condolences to time and all the while seeking reasons why the nations war the people fear the vibes autonomy economy a crime transition collective voices rhyme a tea party a massive robot sky

Serpentine so fine bodies entwined the way you curl is just serpentine the skin is a map a trigger to trap a flame in the eyes and a jaw poised to snap a tease to bodily harm a smile and a wink a bite in the arm hidden amidst sensory bliss birds of prey feast the same way you kiss a dinner for two a tribal tattoo I know it’s so evil just the way you do a flirt to bodily harm a smile and a wink a bite in the arm she won’t listen to reason she won’t listen at all she just wants my body and I keep giving her more

We Are Friends, Friends Stick Together don’t leave your friends behind

Steady Diet of Footprints I am the hound with teeth in its bark monster that lurks in the dark sadist sharpening blade with glee apple rotten off of the tree tornado unleashed on the plain the addiction rending your brain the disfigured disrupted disgrace trauma you cannot erase dissonance sound of the lost victim decaying in frost demon your religion forbids pervert jacking it to kids policeman smoking pcp crack hound poised to attack monster heart laden black your friends are all laughing in an automobile the footprints you leave behind are my only meal I am living on a steady diet of footprints I am dying because of a steady diet of footprints

Westiclivity Accent another day turn on the channel hear what the newscasters say the tricks to keep you buying to scare you outta your skin feeding fires of the fever dream that we are living in westiclivity accent without a cent look for coded meaning in the symbols represent a studio a camera microphone signal and screen they leave out the most important questions say grass is always green to those who listen closely the accent gives them away they hope people don’t notice and they’re kept unaware the shame of being outed (threat of being jobless) is just too much to bear with their westiclivity accents westiclivity accent I’m not a slave the idle entertainment keeps us stupid well behaved they tell us who our heroes are the things that we should do we sacrifice our freedom and of course our conscience too westiclivity accent tidy and neat another generation for the mystery’s repeat whenever I hear that accent I try to do just what I should because according to them, crimespeak crimethink doubleplus ungood

The Wall Within Me (credit: mick) I’ve come to the wall of wailing ghosts where passage ahead from pillar to post hits hardest in me to where it hurts most I stand at the end of the trip I’ve made look at the wall of mental blockade it moves me like a sick parade but I am not afraid this is the wall that I wall that I have made it exists only in me no other can see the debt I’ve paid to reach the wall in my journey I still can’t get through man darkness here my own creations a place of souls I fight temptation resistance abounds a cold sensation voices feel me with thoughts of disgrace cover my ears away my face the wall invades my breathing space how did I come to this place it’s my wall after all I can get through if it stands here I built it I can tear it down this wall within me, man the wall’s within me sheer heavy taller it seems chill suffering ghosts and screams rock and beams holding dreams on hand the ghosts wail in the wall existence one for all empty head at the top I call I feel I see I heal all

Collections who me who do you work for I need time on the tool I’ve run out of options fuck should I do yeah collections in too physics the rage now see wang ji and lee secrets of nanotechnology adiabatic waves tend to bloch don the projector get off on the odd yeah collections off on the odd delicious grey goo in a diffusion burn moore’s law continues investors need a return things out in the open are ones seldom seen the fuck should I know the fuck should I be yeah collections knew it was me I’m in the food now skin products and clothes enzymes and biofuel drugs mind electrodes the future is fucked now, so what’s the use I’ve run out of options fuck should I do yeah collections knows what to do sharp as stm tip for true

Energy Weapon Test Over Guilderland 1/8/08 4:24 PM there’s something in the air up above the home front rumble roaring see the white streak 1 mighty meagajoule peak we’re winning the loudness war from above we’re bridging the loudness gap catch that buzz and now you’re in the clear I see you fly those strips an archaeopteryx a gaze at heaven an energy weapon we’re winning the loudness war with laser beams we’re winning the loudness war sky colored cream orange huh yeah I guess we’re in the clear yeah I think we’re in the clear so take a souvenir


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