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Nov. 29th, 2002 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Everything I learnt, I learnt from TV. I came un-programmed with a clean slab of memory to build from the experiences of life. My primary function was ingrained into me with the most potent drugs and chemicals that my biology could put inside of me, functional rationality attempts to override this but I am still what I was grown to be. Propogation. Meme like I now exist as a thread to effect and infect other with my thoughts and words, like a virus I spread my tendrils across the scope of the world with second and third person realted views and consequences whilst in the quantum soup of humanity I flap my butterfly wings and wait for the storms in Africa to boil across the world. Or like the least significant digit of a giant formula I may vanish in memory and time for want of simplication and a rounding error. I am a spark of electricity that is held in bio-stasis, developing and pulsing in a varing wave of frequencies, held captive inside an evolved muscle that interacts through vibration and the world of solid that it cannot fully comprehend or relate. I am randomness, I am predictability, I am a timeslice for the worlds interrupts, a figment of my own perception and a multifrequency reflection of radiation that bombards your senses. I am thought. I am decision. I am that speck of dust caught in a sunbeam that twists and falls for that split second as the light holds it before falling into darkness. I am a processor of biological matter. I am a power station for conversion to base energy for my continued existance. I am a leech on the planet that absorbs resources and energy for my own selfish continued existance. I am a consumer. I am a product. I am those 15 minutes waiting to happen. The final statement, the bottom line, the bell tolling. I am all that I can see and hear and touch and I am nothing. I am ordered and marked. Categorised and numbered. Labelled and classified. Stamped and sorted. I am my job, my food, my clothes. I am a moments pause that hangs an eternity. I am only existing in that second that I can perceive, whilst all else could be illusion. I am b flat, a sharp and a flunked chord. I am.
Non sequitor
Date: 2002-11-29 03:49 am (UTC)Lots of pointing and 'More, more, more!'
Re: Non sequitor
Date: 2002-11-29 03:54 am (UTC)Or go here...
http://www.angelfire.com/pe/penguindance/ (Link may not work..)
This one has lots though
http://www.maineweb.net/alumni/penguin.htm
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Date: 2002-11-29 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-29 11:10 am (UTC)