Paletas

Contact is an emergency. Bleed me dry bleed me living, my recommended consumption is the videos of self facial recognition piercing. To move towards, piercing self recognition. I like the word walkman because that is how I imagine that I am . It’s not all so separate, it actually is intertwined so tightly that to unravel any singular thread will leave it bound by unwound, how wound can sound.. I took the bus. and down town is Unwinding in the wind . which is winding around the faces, they hover over market street

Running so fast that to cry begins. The spiders bury themselves in this . The ocean looks back at us. And on the horizon a light that grows larger and larger until we are destroyed. A long time ago. Before I was born. When you were here and I was by the flame and you went into the dark. And the foam became louder until a red metal mind in the dull gray roar. Flat brush until the edge of your body appeared against, and tonight when I mudsink my eyes trained only on the moon, a laying trace, until it has disappeared and I run and run until all that can be is the scream. When it all is changing so fast. i ha ve wanted to more that normal. But then the sun kisses again

I am in search of Sequence. Walking on a long passageway that is suspended in the air over another passageway that carries running machines. If you go upwards the picture changes entirely. When things are sequential they can be thought of. The sequence of the sun brings us to the maximum solar that breathes upon us and in beneath search lights that search for light, and I am decided ly not searching but instead being found by images of a nature I cannot say. out loud. Even in the quiet I can feel the stone.

The lights are so bright that at first I think someone has placed one of the flashing billboards, the kind that say Drive high and get a dui, on a barge .. but it then becomes three clear small squares and a larger shape above. Floating out past the death rocks. I remember. Its probably the $75 million super yacht. The kind that. KPOO aired a profile of one of the dockworkers injured by the floating city. Any recourse blockaded by the moneyed. Shoudl I say another word or . Current events currently there are events beyond control and am I saying the same thing every time? Is there any more to say that hasn,t already been said ? I have been thinking about the digital…how we are / not / moving away from the digital … the digital as a tool.. this sequencing of numbers that are representational of things in the real .. Well then I come across several ” articles ” or ” postings” about things like ” web” design that tries to ” break” with the “dominant ” “Paradigm” … the “design ” in question is a question of publishing a computer’s language ,,, and I wonder if this is all as “conscious ” as it says we are or if we are living in a deadened mall.. and I wonder why I care about it so much .. and the answer is that if these are sites of information gathering, primary information gathering, and everything is monetized, and the algorithms are evil mirrors of power and capital, we are quickly spinning out into a future more bleak than we can ever imagine… which of course is why ” projects ” in localized media , print and physical media, why these things matter. I am at the court house because the state wants me to perform some thing called “Civic ” “Duty” and a judge is telling us that society is unnecessarily complicated now. Because of how society is abusing the computer. I am standing on a street looking at a t shirt that hangs from the gate, it says Nothing works. I am in the library and a professor is asking us how we get the news. (It is ,four years ago) And everyone is saying either ” twitter ” or the ” new york times ” (Because we all get a freebie subscription. Because everything is connected). I am watching a movie that shows how computers used to serve primarily as word processors. Surrounded by stacks of paper. The movie isnt about computers. Theres just a moving picture of one. I am at a cafe talking with a friend about how the dvd version of an agnes varda film is far richer than the ” stream ” I am listening to a “web stream” of KEXP and miss the warmth .. I am on the bus. and the computer in my pocket shows me an article about how the company that made the computer in my pocket withdrew an advertisement because it showed a hydraulic press crushing musical instruments and metronomes and notebooks and paint cans and turntables and so on…only to be replaced with a thin deadened piece of metal masquerading as creation itself,,,a deadened dead end ,,
Is this making sense? I am not saying any thing new. Simply charting the collapse as we all are. Do I sound ifI sound like I am i promise I am not. I look to what is being built . and I feel less afraid. I join hands with . and I feel less afraid. I remember that we have already seen the end of the world. and I feel less afraid . I remember i can move my two feet . and I feel less afraid . I see that everything around me is breathing . and I feel less afraid. To be in fear is to be asleep … my eyes open as love .. despite the coins falling .
Frozen tamarind this time .I won’t of all the bad stuff. which Well so. Once you are in my . Appearance in my dreams. Then I guess . So it’s like. The lock. And change marked on my body. I dont have any images. now. because they are all in m.y mind. but up in the mountains.. the signal is clear