Crumpled Plastics

Duchamp the expert viewed areas of the leads leading across and around. Fish membranes tremulous across fibrin egg strains. “Love.” Lawnmowers pushed by mechanical homunculus, hulls trapped in place by chains attached to a central pole, creating repeating grass spirals. The unknowing diagrams for the genome of a fictional person.

Metallics collapse inward, super symmetrical shafts of elemental light fuse from the undercarriage of conceptual spacecraft. “I'm debunking.” said the scientist. She lowered her hair. She had tattoos of organs in their anatomically correct positions. Midst low pressure nothing nine astronauts circle the earth, jerking off. "How many people are in space right now?" Somehow one had been trapped in zero gravity with a DVD stuck on repeat. The back of his face moulded itself gently onto steel before bouncing off harmlessly time after time. Other useless satellites squirted around the earth, bouncing like pigs in shit above the gravitational clutch. Their waves hung around in the infinity, the kafkaesque metal foetuses from the genes of time. Beneath; aircrew included someone with dank, flying through ash clouds in silver jumbo jets. Skeletons of the octogenarian flange appearing miles above the vile vortices, viewed through eyes bloodshot with cheap vodka. The compulsory fixtures of crab like things, hard and cold.

Hand shapes produced with excitement into bathroom fittings. Chrome reflecting jubilees of bodies, the polaroid cinema style supplying safe flashbacks of the connection points between. Duchamp often pretended he could project pieces into space, the future art for the men up there. "Duchump."

Goblets

Multiple avenues open as if by congrucic, the cement golem stores opening like benny friday at the 1939. Cop. Old summer postcards made from wet sand delicately decorate his home own based future flat with a whirling copter and a smart wall made from carbon and car and bon appetit. The shovel full covers the last one, the compulse of flammatory injection jump jet pilots hitting the central brain protuse exclaim, explain, examine, exalt/Sea hatch. Forward slash. And on and on.

They examined each other in the mirror, selecting imperfections and subtracting them from a person's worth. "I put bullets in the gun which killed a superhero!" cried a lonely hack. Nobody cared because it was just a film really. Shake "his spear!", famous.

156 kB/s

"Early in 2006, scientists at the University of Texas at Dallas, led by Dr. Ray H. Baughman, developed artificial muscles 100 times stronger than our own, powered by alcohol and hydrogen." - Ebenezer Goode at the National Conference, 2004

I will wager a lousy buck that in late 2010 avatar will become the best selling blockbuster and we will all have boozy arm wrestles based upon the process of research and thought undertaken by post graduates at the school of hard knox.

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Judas Goat Mix

Old mix I never used for Judas Goat show.

BOOM

1978

The end of postmoderism rang out with a death blow delivered by a man who loved cats more than homeless people. He was a 9/11 denialist. It all began in the nineteen sixties, specifically in the European continent. Henry Ford had blown his wad, people were taking drugs. Those are all the facts you need, I don't pay you to think, He's stood behind me isn't he?

Molten olympic cities. This savage hand, this waxy maw. The phase change between good and better.

The scientist lowered her hair and turned into a beautiful woman. "Ever wonder why a baby's brain is so neuroplastic?" she said before a moving into the ulterior motorcade. An assassination visible in the future through a computer with no horse power. Human League played on the radio for a minute due to entanglement, the great mystery of the great time. The great time being the one better than the time before but not as good as the time after of course. Glans splattered inside the flesh walls sending spermatozoa with scrumpled up heads into the dying orbit of the human egg. "This is a metaphor." he guessed, holding pieces of cold metal in each hand as phallic substitutes. Light shining on it created magnetic fields.

Playing games with no rules or goals, whilst washing a big pair of soapy buttocks, comprendez?

The Kingdom of Heaven is within

Fractal brain dimensions. End of the year collages for you.

Believe in Robot Suit

Hydrostatic skeleton shapes, four part portraits of following Buridan's ass.

Everything is spinning in space

"Look out at a distant star, by the time the light gets to us time has passed. If a spaceship from that galaxy in their present managed to build a spaceship and sent it out towards our solar system faster than the speed of light, at what point would you see it approaching earth as it departs from it's home galaxy, getting younger as they speed away?" - Helge Sten, 1994

"I was in love in a way you'd never know Caine" - Fernando Vicente, 1985

Zoopocalypse

One of each animal caught and given cybernetic voice implants so that we can communicate with them and tell them about the history of the 20th century. Super x-ray solar spots piercing the body and the moon, living 'la vida loca'. Folded over multiple frontal brain system and myostatinary strong grow enhancements found in mice means nothing.