A dream I had the other night I thought would make a good avatar: Female: grubby, slim slightly muscular, unatractive.
Act: dancing a striptease, with menace. Environment: an old stone room, perhaps in a castle, unknown. As she removes her clothes, she's dancing quite alive by the way, she reveals her stomache, or, a big hole in her stomache, almond shaped vertical, her internal organs show, maybe wires or barbed wires are wrapped around her waist and enter/exit the stomache but this is unsure. She turns around and reveals her back, out of which a dog with it's back crossing her back, legs sticking out, grows out of her back merged with it, or it would be growing except it's dead. Can you do this? Have her roaming around 2nd life scaring children? James. On 29/4/2007, "Alan Sondheim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > >almost the disappearance in the movement occasioned by look shooting out >to infinity where the planet returns more than once to ourselves. > >http://www.asondheim.org/fly.mov > >and then these images of lost fecundity. > >http://www.asondheim.org/forgotten5.jpg >http://www.asondheim.org/forgotten6.jpg >http://www.asondheim.org/forgotten7.jpg >http://www.asondheim.org/forgotten4.jpg > >i'm becoming avatar-man with dream-woman. >don't listen to avatar-man. listen to dream-woman. >don't listen to dream-woman with avatar-man. >this avatar-man is contaminated. this building is condemned. > >a package: this avatar / that avatar. knives. prims cut. >meanwhile. 'The male likes death - it excites him sexually, >and, already dead inside, he wants to die.' valerie solanas. > >we know the package. we know nothing is inside. that nothing ever was. >we know meat in its absence. either absence or presence of meat: death. >meat: death. we exchange one package for another. we are in buffyverse >gamespace economy. our money buys us dream-woman-linden. avatar-man >talks. look inside he says. you can do it. > >you can look inside by twisting controls. construction torsion near >avatar edge-space. the limits of avatar are the limits of world. >linden-edge: fragility of good things. stasis. we are doomed never >to repeat. we are doomed to novelty. > >you can look inside dream-woman-linden. the imaginary vanishes. >in linden, imaginary rides the grid. no grid, no imaginary. no grid, >no world, no limit, nothing. a helix takes you below. > >you can enter forbidden space through twist. in forbidden space you >see interior. head is sphere, not ball. body is hierarchy, not >holarchy. breast is prim-edge geek-construct. hemisphere-eye. >hair fluid across face-head. linden brain. i have done my work here. > >dream-woman falls in hole. she moves at limit-point: linden speed >of light. raster of clock-time. there's no moment to her moment. >i have a minute. i have a linden minute. i am doomed to novelty. > > > >_______________________________________________ >NetBehaviour mailing list >[email protected] >http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour > _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
