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Welcome to the world of onliners Who are really off lines In that The narrative sequence of cyberspace Is disconnected continuously. The thread leaps From apparent to dishonest into convolution and returning through principle to the centre of nothing which is spacious, roomy and illdefined. This is clockwork: The threat of stagnation within the knotted bundle of threads that must remain liquid in order to transmit the stuff of being information. Fear the iceage when the brain rigors and freezes into spastic rigidity. Information overload will dismember you if you have not learnt to dance in an overabundance of stimulus. Be the spazzer and the gurney. Botox are not powerful enough to prevent expression. It will come out somehow. Possibly in your odour. Become conduit By alert observation and acceptance of ebullition from within Ka Pow kA PoW The question here is To the group Which is really eternal Being connected As we are By wires and junk and optical oddysey and a common use of toothpaste between us And back through time in gene coding I am copied from that first useful sequence As indeed are you. (if you don't believe me look in my eyes if you can find where they are) and forward through time? Into infinity By dreaming Endlessly Of ourselves Only every for ourselves And through ourselves. If this doesn't become the endlessly fluxing recoil of history into tommorow's humanity I don't know what will The question to the group is In cyberspace Are we lovers or friends? |
