The Prodigal Daughter

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                            vampires are out tonight(stop)
                            a farm house is rampant with thieves(stop)
                             (the sky can be seen above rock quarries
                              bearing forgotten constellations)(stop)                            
	
geometric patterns emerge in relations
triangles and rectangles plotted out
becoming points. points. points.
	
a math they created haunts them with
its' logic and linear connections
could always be more complicated
with variables unforeseen.
	
                                  we have intersections(stop)
	
some things about the interaction will
never change. past memories can be carried
for years upon years. a burden of shapes,
angles of elbows, parabolas of hips.
we are mapped in others' collective memories;
groups in abelian systems as abstract terms.
	
some things about the interactions do change;
mathematics became beautiful once she could
connect it to human experience. variables and
numbers float in her dreams near faces. they
all become fractals with interconnections golden
and glittering in all of their logic
	
                            vampires are out tonight(stop)
                            a farm house is rampant with thieves(stop)
                             (the sky can be seen above rock quarries
                              bearing forgotten constellations)(stop)
	
not every individual reaches this idea
the abstractions are only that; not
becoming points. points. points. 
	
underneath skin numbers
symbols, lines, and shapes
are connected then laid over one another
like transparent constellations
	
                                  we have intersections(STOP)
	
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“I’m so obsolete I don’t have to chew my food”

Cosmopolis
Don DeLillo

S. I don’t want to ever be in love again.
Q. You don’t want to feel the greatest pain you ever could?
A. No.

S. I don’t have sex any more
Q. Why is that?
A. Because it doesn’t mean anything.

S. Sex doesn’t ever mean anything
R. That’s not true

S. It’s not what you think, it’s purely physical.
Q. What do you want me to do?
A. Scratches, cuts, hits, strangulation
R. I would love to but i’m fucked up.

Q. So have you had that?
A. No.
R. Well you could if you wanted to.
A. I know.
R. Just as long as you know.

go back to the 90’s and listen to girl rock! let’s listen to the breeders and elastica and sleater kinney and brat mobile. let’s listen to everything out of olympia and england. let’s even listen to garbage. because. i’m only happy when it rains. let’s do a little luscious jackson. maybe even pj harvey. no ani no tori. i want bitches that rock. why am i lamenting? well kim had a computer i had access to and i don’t know when the last time i heard cannon ball was. L7? Babes in Toyland? i want to front a girl band, but i can’t sing. rock it though.

that…

was random.

	
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			    keep it binary (stop)
			    it's always been growing (stop)
                            (there is wild life hemorrhaging from concrete
			        along eastern rivers)(stop)
	
wire fed information from electricity
machines hum with innocuous white noise
transmitting data. data. data.
	
the x axis, y axis shows exponential
development; other data hasn't
been plotted in convenient points;
answers a different question posed by growth
of a human made species
	
                                  we have txts(stop)
	
information/ejaculation/overload
he said that people should just use
them as the powerful machines they
are instead of overloading them
but all humans can ever do is label (themselves);
technology used for narcissistic extension
	
we humans are only ideas
this technology is tangible
to advertise the human idea
it's a different kind of connection
something ambiguous without
physical interaction or human touch
	
			    keep it binary (stop)
			    it's always been growing (stop)
                            (there is wild life hemorrhaging from concrete
			        along eastern rivers)(stop)
	
screen glo on a human face
absorbing biological traces
through pixels, they are
transmitting data. data. data.
	
the machine face has amalgamated
it self through all the data
it is now human made self aware
	
                                  we have txts(STOP)
	
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To Have and Have Not

“Somebody had to loose and only suckers worried.”

“Take us to Key West,” Harrison said.

“Yes, sir,” said Captain Willie. “later on. But listen, sailfish is just as good eating as kingfish. When we used to sell them to Rios for the Havana market we got ten cents a pound same as kings.”

“Oh, shut, up,” said Frederick Harrison.

“I thought you’d be interested in these things as a government man. Ain’t you mixed up in the prices of things that we eat or something? Ain’t that it? Making them more costly or something. Making the grits cost more and the grunts less?”

“Oh, shut up,” said Harrison.

—
To Have and Have Not
Ernest Hemingway

been working on the transmission series. been sleeping on my friend kim’s couch. i think my life is actually kind of awesome considering the circumstances. hmmmm. i don’t have much to write now. i am too am too busy living in flux. we shall see.