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Saturday, March 15, 2008
Command Center Log Entry
There is a celebration of stamps of some sort. More maturing human beings morphing into idol worshippers if you ask me. If our clan keeps encouraging each other to turn, then the future of humanity is doomed.
A woman who taught me Italian came in and didn't recognize me when we talked. I didn't make an effort to remind her because I liked to feel like I was lurking in the shadows while she was none the wiser and talking to someone who wasn't me. Then she was gone.
I have been thinking about the future a lot. Not the future like 3008, but the future like 241,578,351. What do you think will exist then?
I envision cartoons of amoeba and cellular activity taking place.
I was at a fish fry at this temple people called "The Holy Name" yesterday. At this ritual all sorts of cellular organisms swarm and collect on each other. The cells are drawn to food to sustain themselves so they work together to obtain their nutrients. There was a very effective collaborative phagocytosis effort, but there was still fish left. Planets each themselves, something eats planets. Something else must eat that something.
I am that something.
"We split," said the adolescent human being. This assertion of a presence (or lack thereof, ironically) (or fragmentation) helped the being materialize for a moment before it vanished again!
A woman who taught me Italian came in and didn't recognize me when we talked. I didn't make an effort to remind her because I liked to feel like I was lurking in the shadows while she was none the wiser and talking to someone who wasn't me. Then she was gone.
I have been thinking about the future a lot. Not the future like 3008, but the future like 241,578,351. What do you think will exist then?
I envision cartoons of amoeba and cellular activity taking place.
I was at a fish fry at this temple people called "The Holy Name" yesterday. At this ritual all sorts of cellular organisms swarm and collect on each other. The cells are drawn to food to sustain themselves so they work together to obtain their nutrients. There was a very effective collaborative phagocytosis effort, but there was still fish left. Planets each themselves, something eats planets. Something else must eat that something.
I am that something.
"We split," said the adolescent human being. This assertion of a presence (or lack thereof, ironically) (or fragmentation) helped the being materialize for a moment before it vanished again!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
http://www.fileinsanity.com/download.php?file=323922ae2241c89baa652e8976b54dbd
1st album, very different.
i realize i'm the only one
who uses mediafire to upload music and files, but perhaps WE should all switch to
http://fileinsanity.com/
it sounds way cooler.
http://fileinsanity.com/
it sounds way cooler.
how could i be wrong?
i like to pass the time by misappropriating animate and inanimate objects into taxonomic divisions.
for instance, right now i am trying to come up with the binomial title for the people eaten by the homo floresiensis.
i realized that as i rise above kingdoms and domains, philosophical disputes are auto-generated, and though they don't inherently exist and are pursued by no one, i find a pressure to desist.
perhaps a glitch in my computer-brain. it's too bad i have to live in temporary flesh and not float through circuitry.
does the homo floresiensis whisper to you? has it kidnapped your children?
for instance, right now i am trying to come up with the binomial title for the people eaten by the homo floresiensis.
i realized that as i rise above kingdoms and domains, philosophical disputes are auto-generated, and though they don't inherently exist and are pursued by no one, i find a pressure to desist.
perhaps a glitch in my computer-brain. it's too bad i have to live in temporary flesh and not float through circuitry.
does the homo floresiensis whisper to you? has it kidnapped your children?
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