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been a bit of this and that here and there now and never artist musician writer dream mystic of the vague at least most days
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Ryuichi Sakamoto - Warhead (1980) 80's Electro https://redd.it/5w98aq https://youtu.be/ZggvMa19hh4

there's a reason it's called 'not see'

'not see'

the multipolar world? there are no poles, there is only perspective where we are looking

past images of the archons and the demiurge, past gods and demons, angels and monsters, past all of the imagery painted here before we first opened our eyes, we find we see we know where we are looking

we are the scar left of the world healing, we are still healing the scar left of the world we are

notice how the current crops of oligarch patsies behave as if consent is assumed

context and principle and the manner in which another’s conditioning is apparent as seen through the glass of one’s own

and the assumptions in a statement which must be explored rather than be assumed be aware of this and explore rather than assume for the destination as it’s desired is rarely the same as what’s assumed

the arsonist is handing out matches

No Consent Resist

useful idiot? No, more a useless fool it’s better to be than another’s tool

the timing and the chain and seconds misplaced in the machine allowed the escape that is happening when the timing’s been misplaced, and all it took were those seconds

abruptly the leader lost the place and then lost the line they’d been leading this is fine this is fine, they kept repeating, it isn’t as if I’ve defined my position by where I stood in line, I knew the whole time it could change but it didn’t the entire line (just) went away or (maybe) I did

how many words of silence are there few know and less have heard but some have and less remember the words

was it a retreat into the unreal, the virtual synthetic of reality, or was it a quest after a voice we thought we heard a hand knocking on the other side of a door we didn’t know was there

left, right? Hardly, it’s always been top and bottom

the walls are only closing if we don’t leave the room standing

we are more than the all devouring appetite, humanity contentment sings a song we’d forgotten with modernity, come along, our cells know the way, listen in, listen

it’s kinda funny, they, the Red & the Blue, both want us, all the rest of us, in our white stripes, to follow the rules, their rules, the rules they’ve taken advantage of for their own magnificent maleficent right, missing the point that in a class war they wear the targets on accountability

the technocrats, they make the same mistake the authoritarians make the belief in the endless basket, the delusional faith that the goose who lays the golden eggs is immortal in nature and the eggs, the eggs will keep coming How’s that plastic

and this is life, without the mess, there is no life

you want answers, where there are none only ways through

any understanding, any perspective of understanding must be ever changing to be truly reflective of reality without exception

the unity of spirit and flesh, heart and soul, sensation and experience any separations between these (believed) were merely errors in conditioning, taught by those who (believed) thought the schisms held definitions beyond what our bodies already know the unity

the response to piccadilly predictions over matters related to other matters related to the (unspoken over) production of the (matters and the) materials, (always) the materials, those things, (the matters &) the response to these things is ever, now more than ever now, removed from reality, and yet

the farm and the field and the field and the farm, golden the wheat stretched in the field, stretched out far and slightly curved from the center of the field stretched below the lightly, so lightly clouded the sky, its twin shape, of the blue and the gold

aching in disarrangement, waiting and pressing the parts together to place them where they go together to take the ache away

it’s a bit more than we’d thought it would be, but here we are the memory’s not as powerful as the experience, merely a vague ache of sensation compared to the reality of the moment, but here we are

for all of the world we list, from side to side, in the ship with the space between the stars folding in waves beneath the bows of the ship sliding through getting used to the motion was the most difficult part

moments of the past bubble through, what was, what has been flows through beneath the surface of the present, bubbles through in us in each one, the world bubbles through

the names erased from the walls of marble, this is not something new the cancelling some do to erase a name, and all of their works, from history

& the land is slipping

it was a simple street the world was spread upon, straight and narrow to a T, the ‘t’ up ahead, always in the distance where roads meet, that crossroads where the world of the simple street never goes

I bleed everyday, on the page on the ground not for pay, not for pay, But because bleeding is what I do everyday Don’t you?

strange sort of day, in the story we find ourselves a strange sort of day, with the stories we find ourselves in

if you sell your spirit what do have left you have to give it away for the seeds to prosper and grow into more than a spirit knows

#GnomonTV "Hummer" (1981) Director: Michael Crichton Science fiction ornithology film about a mutant hummingbird which tunes its wing vibrations to exert hypnotic power over people. youtube.com/watch?v=YKuM... youtube.com/watch?v=EQZ_... gnomonchronicles.com/wiki/Hummer_...

I feel today