At 15:14 Uhr -0500 13.03.2001, Kathy Forer wrote:
It's quite poignant how the absence of the Buddhas is nearly as
powerful as was their presence.
Think there are less people now too, and nobody cared. Fluxus, luxus.
now that everyone lifts the secret of what is on his/her computer desktop:
well,... I have two exerpts from magazine-ads one saying "wheee! - that's fun" and the
other one "we guarantee you satisfaction". Furthermore I have a wise word I got out of
one of these chineese cookies, that you get
Meryl wrote:
On the office computer sits a squeaky
buddha holding a cell phone and a cappacino,
I have one of these too, although mine is at home on top of the TVthe
one with the yellow robe...however I think mine said on the packet that it
was holding an expresso.
Alex wrote:
Ahhh... but
zap, the citroen is indeed the goddess.
On my computer desk I have: a pentatonic tuning pipe, an old porcelain chinese teacup
stamped crudely with flying cranes; a long necklace of carved bone beads my dad got in
shanghai in 1948; 2 lampwork glass tiny deer; an izone sticky photo of me with my
have been tortured with medieval techniques,
can't show the face to people
are slaves of husbands.
without husband they are get throw the streets
begging for money...
m,
this is a human problem to deale
behind the stone budhas
Yeah. But this seems to be much the same in all traditional
computer at home:
small robot that says "danger, danger, will robinson" when pressed, oversize
jack (like those in ball and jack game), stuffed tigger. and, at odd intervals
cat named count vladimir de mews russian blue, who likes to knock everything off
and warm himself on the monitor exhaust
pez writes:
m,
this is a human problem to deale
behind the stone budhas
heiko writes:
Yeah. But this seems to be much the same in all traditional arab countries,
including Saudi Arabia etc..
Maybe it is different in Lybia.
--
hallo heiko,
the stone buddhas taliban government (were)/are in
"be slurred o crippled daze, awake ye o fauns or dreary machines and loose
thine awakened myriads up the day-stream.. muse to the crony of time in
haggled bedraggled glories.. shuffle to old gold furniture in the washing
house.. purify the extracts of your calloused, much adored father-herds,
Tekton Mantis loomed on the upper balcony in the glow of the computer
screen.. Listening to Moonlight sonata he sat and rocked in the red granite
heart chair great arteries for rockers watching the flicker of the full moon
as it flashed upon the robotic skeleton spiders gathering bananas in
I was bored today so I made a page to leave on your computer when you
are not using it. . . . . .
http://www.altarts.org/fluxfun/george.html
very nice, owen
I was bored today so I made a page to leave on your computer when you
are not using it. . . . . .
http://www.altarts.org/fluxfun/george.html
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