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Friday, February 28, 2020
indian trail
so long as you are attacking you are in control.
chess is like the basics of animal instincts. you take all the ethics and bullshit away and you are left with survival.
the chess board was obliterated from technical colleges for politicians.
have a vision. have a plan.
girls with big breasts are generally more giving.
only when it comes to milk.
pawn to c3.
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chess is like the basics of animal instincts. you take all the ethics and bullshit away and you are left with survival.
the chess board was obliterated from technical colleges for politicians.
have a vision. have a plan.
girls with big breasts are generally more giving.
only when it comes to milk.
pawn to c3.
Thursday, February 27, 2020
fluorescent operating theatre
sammy says money is evil. for it creates greed, power, obesity and a manipulative instinct. however it is unable to manipulate her. we could all very easily take responsibility for suffering, but civilization has its other inside us.
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Wednesday, February 26, 2020
there is the usual split three ways
coherency only appears once consciousness is set flowing upon the canals of conversation, is what i say to the charge of stealing sound bites from kitchen word warbling. en plus, you are going to have to do a lot more than splutter a few words over a cup of tea in order to make them your own. writing them down helps, but even that is not everything.
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Tuesday, February 25, 2020
we need to live the change we want to see in the house, not just write it on gumtree
if you are going home or coming home or making another home you are somehow lost in the big ways of the whites. the birth certificate says no to the productive story to guide the growth of life. come into my home and shake the ideas that have a hold of you loose. they are just a family name dressed as ancestral tradition. wake up out of the abuse of modernism. do a little time traveling as peasant then gatherer then Ham the Astrochimp.
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Monday, February 24, 2020
keep at it
the get a job monday morning blues begins at five to eight with cranes, drills and beep beep beep. after a few verses it ends with sepia lenses, an underwood standard portable and scotch. i buy my week with my weekends. for i am swimming upstream asking all the younger fish how's the water?
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Friday, February 21, 2020
iridology
there is a sense of security in the herd. i see craig exerting his influence in building a herd of his own. no matter if the flock know why they are doing it so long as they are all sitting at the typewriters banging on the keys. an extension of self. i feel the craig-ego expanding in a room-becoming. immersion theatre cum DIY installation performance.
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Thursday, February 20, 2020
la muerte
you wait by the wall with your rules and i will avoid being typecast as a typewriter expert.
just make sure you pull the trapdoor.
fall right in and live out your character, no matter if you start to become a caricature.
this is not a dress rehearsal.
stop talking and start typing.
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just make sure you pull the trapdoor.
fall right in and live out your character, no matter if you start to become a caricature.
this is not a dress rehearsal.
stop talking and start typing.
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
lose the single lens reflexive self
desire is still the battleground. a look. an image. an aesthetic. an ideal. everyone is a photographer these dieing days. the world will remain in pictures long after the biosphere has been decimated. there will be nowhere to sit and flick through the photo stream. take a stop bath and develop yourself into a fixer.
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Tuesday, February 18, 2020
a guarded people fearful of the mutant difference
no reason for any of it. a symphony of typewriters in a tree house in regents park. simply a continuation. what enlightenment is gazing out of the blinkered eyes of the tourists on the pilgrim trail?
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Monday, February 17, 2020
enough is enough
i must go out into the cold, because it has simply become intolerable here to hang out with the those huddle around the stove. there should be watch lists. or at least a roster of who keeps watch over the fire when. we can all fit into routine, but not all of us fit into economy airline seats. we are too much for this plane to contain. i have to open a window and scream at the top of my lungs.
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Friday, February 14, 2020
asia minor
can you just help me again? hmm i like that.
just control yourself.
it's good stimulus.
you bastard.
no, keep going.
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just control yourself.
it's good stimulus.
you bastard.
no, keep going.
Thursday, February 13, 2020
the world in front of me is persistent
apparently Shoreditch has more artists per a square meter than anywhere else in the world and yet when i walk the shore and ditch i hardly see anything resembling culture. the vultures are still picking over the rags and bones. perhaps it is all happening behind boarded up windows and welded doors. creativity is a fragile love child and cultures will cure in a milky corner for a thousand years before venturing out into the world if at all. however i have my doubts. after all this is England, home of the culture carnivore. they ate themselves out and then conquered the world to satiate their hunger. the damn neuroses are in the intestines.
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Wednesday, February 12, 2020
recycling open source society
the mind digresses, the bookmark falls to the floor and the bite stings. the place is lost. now i won't have to waste a thing.
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Tuesday, February 11, 2020
anarchic twister symphony
the representations seem so real on the screen. that's just how he would walk down the street, whisper to the trees and pen lyrics. give the narrative a touch of some counter culture mythos turn appropriately mainstream cool with a known lead and unearthed support. take out the routine spin cycle. always tie up the loose ends.
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Monday, February 10, 2020
2b linthorpe rd
in front of strangers we unzip ourselves in the mixing pot of a kitchen to stew over the problem of getting to know ourselves. so what brings you here? my legs - ya mum - an unmovable force. just desserts. we talk about journalists cum novelists and what post modernism has done to our generation. the usual self mutilating conversation as entertainment. given adequate supplies of food and drink we could be cooking for days on end.
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Friday, February 07, 2020
i have lived it because i have a chronos
twisted knots of sensors bombarded with phenomenon. fine tune and adjust the flesh. lame and unexciting cliches reveal terrifying realities. say have a nice day in the voice of death. inject the day in day out into the veins. shoot yourself in the master.
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Thursday, February 06, 2020
take a handshake of carbon monoxide
onto the stage with your cloak and mask. take a hold of the interruptions and exhaust them. always have words in the arsenal. they will give great comfort to the bearer and inflict great pain to the old stratifications. spill the words onto the stage and they will dance around you.
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Wednesday, February 05, 2020
silence bores only non thinkers
patience is absurd to the frantic. grab your blanket and wrap your bones. we are wading through the buzz-sawing word strings of digital attention grabbing. publish whatever lies will sell they will not be around long enough to bite us in the arse. cover them over with more lies.
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Tuesday, February 04, 2020
every night and every morn
if you are insane enough you can hear Blake singing in the London back alleys.
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quieten down animal.
we are talking to god here.
wash your hands
crucify thy mind.
install a frontline of ambience as required to secure the creative space. fragile at birth, many thoughts never had a chance.
Monday, February 03, 2020
the rubber nosed woodpecker lives in a petrified forrest
turn that waste of paper around by keep sending those words down. sometime something will line up and someday someone will make sense of it. keep those arrogant feelings to yourself, you have no information to impart. you are teeth and bone rattling in a flesh cask.
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