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."
28.6.10
25.6.10
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.
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.
23.6.10
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.
, even
21.6.10
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?
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?
20.6.10
14.6.10
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
"I was in love in a way you'd never know Caine" - Fernando Vicente, 1985
11.5.10
Palm to Palm
He am, who, he am, who? Here. I'm hot. Baby. Always fucking people behind television. I'm hot. Take me. Oh yeah. Fucking people in the trees. I'm hot. I'm hot. Work all day. Acid in the trench foot. Trying to make people watch tv. Always. Say it to the pole, it is not like yesterday. I'm hot. Always. Take all week. That day. Take me. Hold my face and watch the tv. I'm hot.
30.4.10
The Beauty Particle
"On February 13, witnesses in Kentucky began hearing sonic booms.[18] The National Weather Service issued an information statement alerting residents of "explosions and or earthquakes" due to the falling satellite debris.[19] Similar reports from as far west as New Mexico were all attributed to falling debris from the collided satellites." - aikwdipei
19.4.10
16.4.10
The History of Sport
A dead star. The Pulsars and Magnetars beat in multiple dimensions above as concertina, softly burning the delicate brain membraine of Wayne Rembrandt, psychotherapist for the President. He tilted back to carefully examine the sky, before swiftly moving on into the glass domed helicopter. He turned to the pilot. "My mother was right, I want to fuck Fraud!" he shouted. They both laughed and drank wine.
12.4.10
11.4.10
Cover Version of a Biorhythm
Regarding notes on the Bucha Effect, blood physics and common themes in love letters authored by the autistic, scientists have now concluded that a conceptual acoustic supersaturated solution equivalent is best for popping one off. A wave of sound is to wash over thine naked form, the mummification of inner sound buried beneath the triple bass drum breakbeat, the electronic guitar scream and the throaty yet charming vocals of the ancients (preferably African in origin, as is the homo sapien, as is the underlying ego of the Earth system). Empathy through aural disaster.
Voodoo drum, sweat, 150μg of whatever. Party time. All the time. For a long long time.
Voodoo drum, sweat, 150μg of whatever. Party time. All the time. For a long long time.
10.4.10
23.3.10
Mind Fungus
The mixtape from Diana Spencer wreckage found to contain an acid house; the wreckage of JFK skull trap to be reflected in a possible airstrike on the lunar surface in case of an astronaut rebellion; Jackson Pollock abstracts embedded throughout the steering column as he switched to Dada in his last minute; The beginner named Bridget Driscoll as the archetypal autodestructor, the great mother of clash of motorized mobile and 'body soft'.
These kahunas know what they are doing.
These kahunas know what they are doing.
22.3.10
12.3.10
10.3.10
Architecture Inspired By A Robot Replica Of A Building
A few photographs from a walk around an industrial estate. Less as the deep and meaningful mulled over whine and more so as an example of a possible parallel future space/olympics/time/bedroom.
2.3.10
Walkie Talkies
The Osterman Weekend
Repo Man
Vanishing Point
Robocop
Altered States
Mad Max
The Terminator
Speed Racer
The Manchurian Candidate
The Conversation
Body Double
The People Under The Stairs
The Machinist
The Fast and The Furious
Alien
Videodrome
The Fly
Eraser
Blue Velvet
Christine
Tetsuo
Crash
The Chase
Pi
Demon Seed
Hollow Man
Get Carter
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