The thingking spidentified according to the transferable trait modules running along the tips of his thinware, clustered together in securicized SmarTex™ malleable biotic Smarticles. My spidey-sense is tingling running rivers of consensciousness between the two of us. Distinct query strings, pings and trackbacks emanate from your eyes. Anchor point world-referents are agreed upon by covenant and the game is begun.

The prize for Microsoft’s recent viral marketing campaign in support of its catastrophic Vista operating system launch is a trip to outer space, courtesy of Rocketplane Limited Inc. What no one is talking about is that the ticket is not round trip.

The person who wins doesn’t come back.

Not only that, but that person, their likeness and consciousness become the intellectual property of Microslab, the new Microsoft/Umbrella Corp. venture dedicated to extending humanity beyond the body. In other words, cryogenic freezing and uploaded consciousness. According to all the top - and therefore most reputable - news websites around, Microsoft is trying to keep it under wraps. But the contest rules clearly dictate that the person chosen for suborbital space-flight will be replaced by a robot.

And not only that: a robot running new Microsoft Vista - it’ll shine your shoes and spank your children!

Apparently the 1980’s were all about fakes, surrogates, replacements and imitations. Where did it all come from?

The Church of Latter Day Saints (LDS) invented LSD. Copcabs whizzing by in the distance: they will take you back and forth between home, work, jail and the bar. But nowhere else. Announcing the new Spidentity Jukebox System, allowing you to become anything which can be measured. Everything alive is registered. “I love the 80’s…it really had some really good music…and movies…I love this song… I liked this video once, but now i think it’s kinda lame. lol…I shouldn’t admit to liking this song, but I do The song that reminds me of th 80’s.”

In five years, every time you open a beer, a holographic advertisement will pop out of it and electronically inhibit your body from drinking it until your neocortex has fully assimilated the key emotional content (”emoticon”) from the advertisement. You will also be able to read an RSS feed of the life of that particular beer can as it travelled from its place of origin to your home and then see how well the beer can rated its experience of you drinking from it. You will also be able to download a can’s eye view of you bringing it up to your lips to sip from it.

The very next day, “they” will finally perfect the technique to correlate your electronic exoskeletal stillsuit to a centrally controlled GPS enabled remote device for controlling your body. That way if you want to walk to work but you also want to watch the latest propaganda film out of Hollywood, you can do both at once. Just switch on your DronosaurusRex legs, queue up for satellite control, turn on your embedded visual processor and switch offline to watch the film as your body walks itself and you sit back and relax!

A Detroit man has been sentenced to 18 months to 30 years in jail for breaking into stores to satisfy his fetish for female mannequins.

Ronald Dotson’s most recent arrest for his seventh offense came in October, within days of his release after serving an earlier sentence, the Detroit News reported. The judge who sentenced him Thursday said Dotson has never been violent but said his odd behavior causes fear in others.

“I’ve never been able to take care of myself,” Dotson told the judge, the Detroit Free Press said.

In the most recent case, police found Dotson outside a Ferndale store where a window had been smashed. Dotson had apparently been trying to get to a mannequin dressed as a French maid.

Dotson’s lawyer, Edward Cohn, described him as “a timid, good-natured man,” who has never been able to work and still lives with his parents at the age of 39, the News said. Cohn said he hopes Dotson will get needed psychiatric help while he is in prison.

Gold bullion passing from hand to hand interspliced with footage of army men and tanks rolling over the hills of Tennessee. Lions growl and edge backwards into their pen. The two screens tell together the story of the golden sun lion god enthroned and imprisoned within the Holy Vault of Fort Knox. Nazi gold. The cantina scene from Star Wars. People talking about the Holocaust having never happened. A couple of mannequins sitting on a quiet neighborhood porch in Seattle. Small and big cats watch over them, hovering. I will bookmark for my sons to view as well!!!

Apparently Twisted Sister was aimed squarely at young boys who didn’t get along with their father. Or is there more to its overt and simplistic cultural niche marketing strategy? Dee Snider (who I met once) serves as some kind of puppet surrogate monster dad who puts the evil real dad in his proper place. Mannequins line the streets of Seattle.

Unless you’re looking right at them, there’s no way for you to be sure that all the cars you see drive by are actually driven by people. They could just be driving themselves. The beer bottles I just bought may have been empty when I bought them. Either way they will be empty soon. You’re never gonna stop the way I thought back then. I have PageRanked your WorldKey upwards several notches. I am about to desecuricize your spidenity. A thing is a think. A thingk. Bezier worlds can travel from point to point along a path. Anchors serve as storage sponges. Copcabs collide in the midnight black hole sun. My mannequin asks yours a question and doesn’t await a reply. My WorldKey Freezoner Thelemite Weekly. My backstage hostage. My Scientology AA/AI Meeting. My name is your name. My name is me. The War of the Worlds between us as our brain hemispheres battle for dominance. We are many spheres combined. We are your name. We are mine.

Held hostage by Sisoris Hoyd on the WorldStage steps of Citibank of ArchonicAfriCapitalism (AAC, CIA front money world government funds organization). Logic misidentifiers functioning properly patternly slovenly motherly love lovers love me. Head Like a Hole. Life of Brain. Jesus Christ Superstar. Last Temptation of Count Chocula alive in the desert for sixty days without bloodfood waterbrains. The strange name games of John Lennon, David Bowie and Uri Geller. Also on the list are Tom Cruise, Eyes Wide Shut, Vanilla Sky, On High in Blue Tomorrows, Kubrick in general - leaping up to Charles Manson, Scientology influence in Hollywood, CIA Subgenius, Discordian OTO Freezoner, time capsule.

Reality Tv prepared the way for YouTube, but America’s Funniest Home Videos antedates them all!

After designing CONE-HEAD, CONE-NECK (displays) and LEAF (sitting unit) in collaboration with BONAMI, Hoet has now created an artistic mannequin for the manufacturer of display mannequins.

The line is characterised by its elegance and refined style.

The new display mannequin line was named SHIKI.

This name is derived from Japanese and is a description of absolute beauty, distinct impressions and poetic pureness.

The SHIKI line consists of 6 female models; 5 standing positions and 1 sitting position.

Scorpio star trees deployed against
the mass of the night sky. scars
across our collective
facemasksmack song
sun(g) at the highest pitch possible
for that instrument size art
somber necrosis molecules float up
miss shaping her short all
around me like stove ovens cleansed themselves forgive me
tire iron fire rocks belittled the battlefield
bejeweled bedecked in her honor
and splendorous raiment
the sunkingqueen fire of rosenight
petals dashed against the(e)
sparkdome of my metallic hue
hungerskull emanates from you
a secret about
my own existence against
screwed hate it all
while I wasn’t looking
sunking thingking about transit(ion)ing
into tomorrow’s film reel law school shortcut
follies of everyday lifedread
summer stumps jumping to greet us
undone by that same love which has always been death
smiling ensweetedly
no words parting lips. eyes
drunk of the stone silence
the memories of kings and lions
a vast ocean entourage abyss
climbing sick jungles
to be with your vines. snaking
around my shortsweet throatmeat
love clung to me like
seaweed for a swimmer. swimwear. my clocks
are all closed
run long long and slow for you
tired life in the youtube of night
short sweet sentiments of yellow
gloves unfolded and fooled in the rain behind
my house. see where and if she sent me
through crossfire switchbeams alongside
me. entrained
around lipthigh vantage points
electronic exploded gestures of cumface dominance
black gastric nightmare of doom
someday I’ll die again and this time
I vow to be ready for it.

By reading this blog post (or even just by skimming through until the poetry part ended) you have voluntarily downloaded and installed an undetectable virus onto your microprocessor which acts as a keystroke logger and URL recorder which also just happens to be an expert forger, crafting based upon your actual language patterns entire fake email conversations between you and your friends and you and known enemy agents along with URL’s known to be hostile to the Trans-Oceanic Technological Union. A white unmarked van filled with mannequins and unannounced fireworks will be by to pick you up shortly.