The Silent Space Left For Forensics

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I am a Pod and the Apple advertisements for me are very clever because they completely have my number. What they say to my softskin is that it is my perceptual filters which make me into a distinct darkspace against the unified colored background of the world. White wires bring crucial lifejuice (the semen of media) into my blackest death space between the borders of the world which constantly impinge upon my thin awareness.

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Bobby “The Body” Forensics picked at his padlock, unzipped up his long black briefcase. Last night I dreamt of school shootings and many other things. Bush said to the giant yellow earthmovers, “let’s isolate ourselves, let’s protect ourselves.” US Airways CEO Doug Parker feels basically the same way about the whole thing, “We’re not going to keep chasing this thing, even though we’ve got a bunch of people telling us we should.” Fuck what other people say, Mr. Parker, Mr. Bush. You gotta follow your heart. Even when it is a giant lens in outer space which fails you. How will we see into ourselves now without the aid of this giant microscope pointed on Earth? Life crawls to a standstill waiting for the door to open. Study: Vaginal Birth Increases Risk Of Hemorrhage In Newborns. Soon it will be deemed too dangerous to even give birth at all. Study: my nuts are tired of being roasted by the military-industrial mediaplex under the guise of Science and We’re Only Doing This for Your Benefit Because You’re Too Stupid to Think on Your Own. We’re sending a copcab to your house immediately.

the thought that kept popping up in my head over and over again like a persistent mole was: “Wow, that’s a lot like the Mac.”

Apparently soul singer and tvbitch Brandy has started killing people now. So that’s pretty cool for her, tasting of the luxuries of the upper class, the so-called License to (K)ill. Good thing the Police are getting back together to handle the whole thing. “Television drug ads engage in such blatant deceptions and exaggerations that even the medical journals are starting to condemn the practice.”

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The thing about iPods is that everyone wears them whether or not you actually own one. Everyone listens to the world through their own perception of the world. Call it filters, call it headphones, call it mediasemen, call it I Wear My Sunglasses at Night, call it So I Can Keep Track of Visions in My Eyes, call it So That The Volume On My iMind is Turned All The Way Up:

Look how beautiful this pile of paperwork is! Because after all, everything you call home is under your roof! Because the EU is going to ban smoking! Because I’ve been saving this for you and this act indicates an acceptance of my philosophical orientation. Because Robert DeNiro is actually Elmo. Because drugs are costumes.

Israeli planes violated Lebanese airspace Saturday and dumped green balloons over the southern port city of Tyre,
Lebanese security sources said. Lebanese troops cordoned off the area around the coast of Tyre and prevented people from touching the “suspicious balloons” after reports indicated that some people were poisoned when they did.

MOMENTARIAN: Genuine Individual Living In The Moment Founded by Nicholas D’Orazio (Individualist / Momentarian) of Bloomfield, New Jersey USA

Definition of a MOMENTARIAN:
Authentic and real, free from pretense or hypocrisy… absolutely separate from similar things, while existing as a distinct, indivisble entity of unique qualities… in active use of livelihood, a way that one lives… with regard to the present or any other particular instant

youtube-space-signal.jpg Momentarians are mortal enemies of Exceptionologists. The way she dances around him indicates that they are making love out of nothing at all. Apparently she was an Egyptian mummy or some such crap. Her struggles indicates the turmoil of the transmigrated soul as it comes to try and find itself once again and struggles against slipping back into the pink background of infinity. There’s something in the air tonight. Whenever Bobby Forensics shakes hands he invisibly exchanges moneycules, restricted-rights asexually reproducing gossamer seedpetals. Just add water but don’t feed them after midnight!

The boards, which usually carry typical advertising, are programmed to identify approaching Mini drivers through a coded signal from a radio chip embedded in their key fob. The messages are personal, based on questionnaires that owners filled out: “Mary, moving at the speed of justice,” if Mary is a lawyer, or “Mike, the special of the day is speed,” if Mike is a chef.

The secret and true and authentic and verifiable and actual and real conspiracy which exists and which is being actively foisted upon you today is actually very simple: they want to capture your language patterns. They want to tell your story by replicating and manipulating your cloud of words so that you have no chance to tell the story yourself. The paradox is that they do this by offering you tools with which you can tell the story yourself. They give you language pattern world cloud modules which you can buy into as a package like cable television stations and then the open-ended things they give you not only seem to give you freedom of expression and individuality but also cleverly entrap you with a limited set of all possible values so that your expression is contained and managed.

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This is the Virtual Sex Machine Digital Interface. It plugs into the printer (parallel) port of any Windows 95/98 PC. The embedded microprocessor in the unit works in conjunction with your PC and the included software to create a Virtual Reality Sexual experience that has never been available anywhere in the world, ever before. It’s what everyone has always dreamed about, but never been able to have. Until recently, computer technology had not been advanced enough to create this technology. This is cutting edge technology that has taken a team of engineers more than 4 years to perfect. We are quite proud of it’s abilities. We think it will blow your mind, as well as your senses.

Pat Benatar is a Nazi. The movie Idiocracy tells the story of the man who won the Micrsoft Vista space-flight prize and then wakes up five hundred years later to find out he’s actually dead and everyone else is even deader and dumber than him. But the thing is they make it seem like we got where we are by sloppy breeding practices. There is an air of quiet eugenics laced amongst all the lingerie. But the story not overtly told is that people become stupider by abdicating responsibility for their lives and decision-making processes to Omnibro the military-industrial AI technocracy complex (of which Ike warned Tina Turner by slapping America backstage) enthroned as an omnipresent voice telling you to go fuck yourself and your time machine. Marshall Brain tells the story behind the story:

The “robot” installed at this first Burger-G restaurant looked nothing like the robots of popular culture. It was not hominid like C-3PO or futuristic like R2-D2 or industrial like an assembly line robot. Instead it was simply a PC sitting in the back corner of the restaurant running a piece of software. The software was called “Manna”, version 1.0*…

Manna was connected to the cash registers, so it knew how many people were flowing through the restaurant. The software could therefore predict with uncanny accuracy when the trash cans would fill up, the toilets would get dirty and the tables needed wiping down. The software was also attached to the time clock, so it knew who was working in the restaurant…

Manna told employees what to do simply by talking to them. Employees each put on a headset when they punched in. Manna had a voice synthesizer, and with its synthesized voice Manna told everyone exactly what to do through their headsets. Constantly. Manna micro-managed minimum wage employees to create perfect performance…

As the Manna software evolved, it gained more and more responsibility. From the start Manna was able to schedule employee hours. Manna printed a piece of paper for each employee to put on the refrigerator — it told you your hours for the week. In version 2.0 they went further. They connected Manna to the telephone network and the public email network. So Manna was able to begin calling and emailing employees and reminding them to show up on time. If an employee didn’t show up, Manna could call in a replacement. If the store became unexpectedly crowded, Manna could call in reinforcements.

Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez poses a threat to democracy in Latin America through his populist influence in countries such as Bolivia, U.S. intelligence chief John Negroponte said on Tuesday.” Grima Wormtongue in the Lord of the Rings is one of the functional equivalents of the AI-Omnibro-Manna system at work upon the king of the Rohirrim. A voice always niggling and wiggling through white iPod headphones to maximize fears and clouds of worrydoubthate that linger and mingle around your mouthhole where phlegm phflies out when you sneeze into me.

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What used to be called “Alien Implants” will soon be revealed to be YouTube recording and transmitting devices providing you your securicized uplink to consensciousness. I know it hurts but it will be over soon. The metallic ringing coming out of my chest will subside in time. The Eye of Sauron beating out of our hearts in omnipresent surveillance rings us with its invisible anonymity of the shadow death world. Many lines of simulation had to be merged t get us to this place. Now all they are waiting for is the reverse engineering probes to return the proper keyword hijacking results cosmetic dentistry descriptions.

I am actually watching you via YouTube right now as you puzzle over whether or not you have a phone with which you can perform this test yourself. I would say “Let me know what your findings are” but I already know as I can watch you all live through the device implanted within my chest by vaccinations I had shortly after birth. You are all calling me. When you put your phone to your chest you will hear my voice say the words, “Peace be with you.”

“As it happens on the Screen….it happens to you!

Sex….anytime you want it, any way you want it.”

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8 Comments

  1. liesl
    Posted January 30, 2007 at 10:21 pm | Permalink

    You’re wicked funny, dude. But it’s EyeYouTube of Sauron :x

    “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!”

  2. liesl
    Posted January 30, 2007 at 10:29 pm | Permalink

    oops! i didn’t mean to make a mad looking emoticon…. it was supposed to be the “my lips are sealed” one. lol. ( i wish we could edit our posts if we find errors)

  3. Posted January 30, 2007 at 10:37 pm | Permalink

    i wish we could edit our posts if we find errors

    What can I say? Life sucks!

  4. Posted January 30, 2007 at 11:27 pm | Permalink

    Goooood post this is. These are helpful advices. So Nice to share them, looking forward to reading more from you!

  5. liesl
    Posted January 31, 2007 at 12:37 am | Permalink

    well, if you insist….

  6. Posted January 31, 2007 at 2:47 am | Permalink

    Thanks for the mention!

  7. Heavy Xibalba (On Toast)
    Posted January 31, 2007 at 12:17 pm | Permalink

    Hey that space helmet reminds me of the space bubble that hugh jackman floated around in in The Fountain (the second film about what its about this year, the other being pan’s labyrinth).

  8. Posted January 31, 2007 at 6:08 pm | Permalink

    Goooood post this is. These are helpful advices. So Nice to share them, looking forward to reading more from you!

    Looks like spam to me, but who knows!

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