Poemita: Tweeted Aphorisms
By Eduardo Navas
Tweets from January 2010 – December 2014

Fingers in the bowl; places out of range. Distance from the eye and the leg, near the pen and the typographic self. Nuts, middle scanners on the run, reversed egos on the red. Legion: chill to the sound of wheels standing still. A windowless desert confronts the symbolism of a stop sign. A palm tree arching over its oppositional image longing for the deaf acknowledgment of its own foundation. Inquiring the posthypnotic state of delusion. No test in the con. Insipid time is the drive of happiness. Bullets of electric current on the side of a liquid square, cold as metal napkins. Miss a statement, keep an oath, make mistakes: memory. Forget. Keep the glass, lose transparency, experience light behind reprinted concrete. Ground and hand built as one in the quest for texture. The hypocrisy of distance, the instability of intimacy, the normality of dim lights. Sweetness, grids, and the stubborn collective; spend time in the center. Milk diets. Half empty. Half full. Midway on a coaster, wind slapping as softly as a rake. Flat algorithms, as wrinkled as awareness of depersonalized contempt, awaken at the speed of modular despair. Exchange a sensorial vacation for a safe protected by a time control device. The mid-section of history bookmarked as an efficient filing tool, trying to make sense of linearity and its enlightened partner: the grid. Blow. Uptown daily memories rubricated on a chromed ringtone. Your location turned to fifty pounds of sound on a butter plank floating on Frozen snapshots of wind. Plugs bitten with calculated detachment justify the juxtaposition of followers and their missed rusted forks. Can't get past 15, trying to figure out why the limit. Box, Garage--obscured synonyms: jacked the selective reader of high kitsch; inversion of the low within the high, on a high. I see. He stares. She perceives. You judge. We begin to communicate. Doubling of pairs pushed the translation into analogous mode. Choose. Neglect. Theorize. The stability of the pressure point. Do you have a copy? A substitute. On the side of the structure can be found the neglect of two combined words, whose foundation is the neglect of their own recognition. Scripting as a forking strategy develops discourse for digital means. Notorious = transparency + the given once the pronouns are networked. no. Hype the machine. Let Google link IT on a loop to my (this) twit. Self reference-self containment as safety of media saturation. Early at the end of the middle of the second struggle, the green light special did not transform the room as expected by the blue activists. Criticism, evolves into meta under specialized institutions = subsidized commodities. Rant all i/you/it want[s]. Citation will enable the [pro]'s justification. The relationship with my forked paper has changed the polyestered drama I was barely getting used to. More. No says the rounded cubes. FedEx the office if he finds her window within my favorite willowing teacups. sense[non]e. hungry. [un]questioned state of revision. [dis]missed 140 units, superfluous they are. Admission to missing fluidity was made. Made silver and wood into the will that would shift the private consciousness. Smiling breaths in search of truthful pretension: a dust remover's relation to the environment. Trying not to miss the missing units. But have, do, and will. Skipping the third beat. Not-worthy of recognition through negation. Half a window away from wisdom. Moving on the central threshold of the Subaltern. Static movement. Gone stale due to its swift aging in non-linear time. Its [re]presentation fully realized as echo: a petition of the RE. Frantic. Slow development in evolution of thought over time contradicts its efficiency in delivery: Real time research redefined. Rejection: repositioned as a constructive mean to build character. It's recurrence cannot be measured for the romanticized individual. World in a cup that leaks damp dirt, not quite mud. Strutting status of delusion reversed as the virtue of the collective in the name of selfless misunderstandings of truth. Testing a new space, undefined territory. sweets at the end of the drained drive-thru, meant to awakened recurring amnesia, void of historical conscience. Bold, ethical statements made to keep the purity of the mind tainted with whiteness as pure as month old snow shoveled to the side. Experiments of the thought process in a slow place between major cities. Cover one eye with a Bacon painting. Transfer of migranes as migrants of deculturized positions imposed as absolute. Desensitized-resentionalized-destandarized-recentralized-desexualized-reconceptualized-decapitalized-respectacularized demarketized. Repeat the percentage of your potential. Nasty actions for pure thoughts Serendipity stands still at the very moment of possible movement. The very thought of improvisation fills one with the omission of nostalgia as a romanticized paradigm of thought. The very thought of improvisation fills one with nostalgia for improvisation as a romanticized paradigm of thought. The very thought of nostalgia fills one with the romanticized need for improvisation as a paradigm of thought. Redundancy validates creativity when repetition becomes too obtuse in a space no bigger than the spaces of a person frame of thought. For, to, with[in] sin of innocence in a time of full transparency. Status of multiplicity in a flatlined period in time. Sedentary impulse to thrive within the material space of discourse. One only knew the purity of the unpronounced: the given. Stop. Repeat. Sanity is found in the action of empty thoughts. Check the groove destroyed by the pleasure of backend negotiations of immaterial speculations. Stating the obvious is the confirmation of full-fledged meandering in demonstrating what position one does not have. No to the sounds of domesticated pebbles falling up on the cemented sky. No use in trying to develop coherence. Self-awareness will make bears eating parking lots out of clouds. The validation of the left is defined as the center claims alliance with the periphery. Instances of caffeinated fingers scraping the clouds of the mind for multiple-isms. A chronology of modular sensitivity found at the center of the periphery. Eyes closed. Empty cry--not rational, full of sensibility. True freedom is not freedom. Sporadic consistency leads to thoughts of grandeur. Micro-statements worth the weight of speculation, validated as the prized pay-off of emerging markets. Instant gratification, the author feels when writing aphoristic fragments for the mine of data-trends. Once upon a time, a cloud became the paradigm of quantification. Don’t forget to sign in, put in your time to be recognized. Expression of freedom enters a new moment of communication when it is primarily archived not for reflection but trending. When your credit score is dependent on your viral production will be the time when the markets have reached an ideal moment. Been sometime since anyone sensed the melancholy of the end. What's there to know but the trash next to the typing tool of recyclability. Get going with the emptiness of meaning. Live for the negative space where to define what things are not. Heavy like cream, light like entertainment. Ground check, sound check, bounce check against concrete. Foam rises and levels off. Neighbor che. Read on in slience please. Systems running, outperforming speculation, promising the promise of more promise. Lovely. The lakes of lard, the sniffs of tolerance, the statement of similes, the wonder of shame, the intelligence of delusion. Sold out is light-fluff; disappointed the mercy-sampled song must be. Lalaland providing the keys made of paper and flesh to a minor systematized scale on the brink of statehood. Not the fault, but the virtue of fault helps the self-righteous claim a voice. Need for exposure, need for assurance demands insurance of privacy: the many faces of butter... Defer the deference of the reference byway of virality: circulation is synonymous with obsessive speculation. The phone of the deaf, the phone of the stream, the phone of the image materialized as noise. Truncated speech blurred by the speed of communication. Eloquent sound off. Jack to the wooden sound of electronic waves caressing your synthetic peach fuss. Piss on dry leaves (the sound). The sky is falling. Crosslegged thoughts. Caffeinated skin rubbing against the plastic reality of honesty. Feathers up your nostrils. Not the flue. The curls of the iron caressing the wooden sound of calamity. Speak to me while I keep up with my interdisciplinary obsession: looking for cotton balls in the space of magnets and flattened remotes. Non-black writing on non-white surface. Square on circle. half a step on top of a modem of networked experiences framed to tame. Thinking reframed modularly. nonlinearity confused with random thoughts. Seeing nothing but the good in the blank statements made by the only person one can fully trust for extreme nihilism. What happened is not what I just wrote, nor will write, but which is in-between such states. Undoing a previous action through inaction does not equal negation. Demented positions one can claim only through the loss/oversimplification of self-awareness. Ratiionality can only be understood through its negativity. What is not is what it is. Common words become the word cloud's main purpose of omission. Sensitivity killed the bluntness in the cat. Noise is the impossibility of complete control: a basic rule of culture, like gravity to nature. The element of execution lies in the sentimentality of diffusion: objectivity's formidable enemy. Ride on top of cottoned honey bombs. I like cotton. The cell is no longer a statement of mobility but of immediacy. Living the now never was closer to the past or the future. The greatness of plastic is that it will outlast itself as a concept. Who to follow and be refreshed: view all! Sensitivity. Concrete standing. No relation. Don't mind. Multiplicity of plastics clear the mind. Plastic and wood. Both are not always combined. The moment of this sentence was the now. Read again to stay active. Boss not the dude but the speaker. Noise is the authority of the visual. Drive hard the soft wearing bits of memory resting between actions of ephemerality. Not sure what the defiance of abstraction could possibly be. Hence its power. Strip the joint in unrepresentable ways: the unpresentable is conceived with its impossibility of representation through representation. Late is not, but early in thought, not time. Uff. The expense of the symbolic never looked better. A user's dream relies on the illusion of objectivitiy. Save that thought for Cyber Monday. Shopping immaterially for inklings of notoriety. Orange juice on the woods. Sipping while looking at the snow. Thinking of a colder winter to make the moment warm. Flat fat on top of a ball, moving from right to left. Not a political position. Socks shredded at a six sheet maximum. plug it in and check out. What a statement a text makes. The emptiness of a text is its inherent value. Trending. Tripping on the meaning of meaning: emptiness appears fulfilled when viewed as data. Typing on a piece of bread being eaten by the speaker one hears humming the silence of your pharmacist's rant about staples on her thumbs. Immediate gratification is always slower than the last breath one will take in life. Irony always sits well; the statement you never made is always true. Found. Found. Discovered. Lost. Encounter: Delete. [re]convene [de]centraliation of [de]film. Shot. Commence opening the orifice previously omitted by a liability confined by multiplicities: legion. Sentimentality was dismissed by a trend: the truth. Hollow metal pillows, a fleld of dreams: chairs on top of nails made of foam. Suck dry the north. Obsession redefined. Smooth memories of a time that is to pass: always remember the future. Recall forgetting. Clinical philosophy adds up to green arrows crossing the POV of politics. Sensitivity and a stoicism: a mashup that compells the [non]believer to be [un]comfortable. Cats everywhere. Rocks made of grey dreams converse with a tabulating machine about green bow-ties people continue to kill for. Green recurs. One does not wonder but executes. The color of trust, the color of music, the color of life, the color of the unwise exercise of wisdom. A pen and a paper, a modem and a plate of fish. Selectivity is biased. Search for objection within the objective as your objective. The apparent detachment of the algorithm can no longer be perceived with critical distance: interpretation absorbs exegesis. Tripping on lead-saturated summaries of critical theory. Gliding across in-depth rants about the relevance of ink on paper. Floating on coconut saturated -white-mud, constantly looking to the right, hoping to understand what is [on] left. [a]-ly-[on] can be fierce with[out] the brackets. [re]run-[re]turn-[de]tour-[de]stable-[un]done-[un]claim-[pre]negate-[pre]empt. Help the cookies evaluate the status of branding info; Privacy and media worked by developers. [in]satiable craving for lard and milk. Aisle for this week, hundreds we have on sale. Check out the fine R.S.V.P. @ 20 - cash. Pay the feathered soundwave on the open highway. Someday... circular squares will be common exchange items for the obsession of need and necessity: the drives behind the flows of desire. Still obsessed with plastic and wood-- two sides of the same coin: the conception of structures. Wake up and look out the window... that will be 20 bucks, thank you. Instant delivery as fast as the thought of wanting something--never fast enough. What will happen when one purchases something before wanting it? Preemptive ideology becomes efficient in the markets. Brittle-plastic napkins use for cleaning lead off the couch. Collaboration and invisible labor turned into an empty exercise to lose calories. Sentimentality, sentiment used in the name of apathy; empathy turns to sympathy as soon as the threshold pushes past skin-deep. b[ee]n t[here] be[in]fore. Jack to the sound of a keyboard, simulated for touch and for the sake of nostalgia: writing validated through simulacra. Experience the known for the first time. Experience what is well-known for the first time. Experience the obvious for the first time. Discover common sense and logic appears almost natural. Don't text your BFF about your BBDS experience. \|/ with the || and the @# to come )( with %. Systematics sound similar to a welcome with no sentiment. six||een ][imes out of the |-|oky p0k4s. Love to hate the love of ideology. Demagoguery and social media: the contention in tracking and data-mining air flowing across networks. Twisting turns on every corner of a nihilist experience; living the void to the fullest. Hope for nothing but what will be lived differently. A space is inhabited with the [im]possibility of the simulacra of silence. Here is the space of spaces, a real non-place to be experienced everywhere as nowhere. The gear of nets was fully developed within networks of instability in order to provide its confirmation through negative existence. How sad to think of modems and cables as [art]-i-ficial. Storage became abstract and situated somewhere that keeps shifting within rooms, towns, states, countries, limbo. A green-plastic-leaf droped swiftly to the top of the sky when the wind blew across the genetic-enhanced room with no walls. Swing. Static. Coo like a grown polyester stem struggling to keep straight. //I\\ won | der w[hat] s(he) w-as-| w[ear]*ing. The concept of silence--the concept to silence--the concept of control. Adorn-[o] your mind with dialect-[i]-al thoughts about the aesthetics of negative-being as a state of critical production. Cookies that track the pipes they travel on their way to proper digestion. The thickness of a book is becoming an obsolete element in the experience of reading. Flatness across all material and immaterial elements produced. Kind of a there-[ish]-ness behind the hidden exposure of social media. Someday... I am going to know less about things, but it does not mean that I will forget. Sensory motors--how touch is detached from what we think of a body to become an extension of flowing networks. Developing status about privacy, reputation, and transparency. Fiber. Wood. Pens. Slurpees. Scratched paper. Noise. Screens. Swipe your mind before and after every use. An apple adopted a mouse in order to get around. The chance to run into the unknown at random has turned into a well oiled algorithm of empty circulation of social value. A cable goes up the clouds and plugs into knowledge to extract selected resources for the sake of contentions and conflicts. A table made of cotton (I like cotton) firm as steel(y) dan[ish]. Scan the disk to find the anomalies. It is difference that always tell us something about the norm. To wear or not to wear: that is the reflection on the mirror. Truth and logic run into danger when the subjective and the objective become flipped to develop complex systems of human relations. Hood covering the metal head[ing] of over-saturated crumbs of over-dry-pesticide. It is impossible not to make sense: once in the symbolic all things are seen in the clouds. A word recurs for a reason; evaluate the subjective as objective and vice versa. A plane, a bird, a tweet. One always flies in speech. Dried, fried, tried, cried, plied, died. Tons of clips on view upon the realization of their existence. The cunundrum is to know what one should, could, would, and must know. How can one know what one is missing if one has not been exposed to what which one already desires? Don't talk about lack, or desire, nor jobs and fulfillment. Talk about the desire to lack lack itself as a means to the real--(no). To edit is to know what not to present in order to show what is not there. Furry towels met the logo-centric guru hidden behind emptiness. Furry fury meets the facile retweet: the foundation of going viral. Plastic, elastic, bombasitic, shakalastic. The lens, the focus, the analysis, speculation fact-checked. Looking through threaded fibered-lenses; Focus on the pattern's sameness to notice its disruption. Dots, circles, lines, vectors--turned immaterial fetishes. Jacked to the sound of the algorithm. Hoods hats in red. The i in technology never looked more suspicious. Investment in technology becomes a staple after quantification provides a promising rate of return based on well-informed speculation. Saturated grey is the simulacra of black and white: a palette considered colorless (monochromatic) and full of cultural tension. To say the same differently can be dangerously deceiving. Critical reflection consists in knowing the difference between the repetition of difference, and the difference of repetition. I get the same three in front of me. It must be that I clicked on them to check'em out--but did not follow through. Suspenseful lines, exuding tension, mystery, and even horror--thus the power of an open ended fragment. Allegory of open interpretation. The fragment and the module are similar, but the former has autonomy byway of multiple readings, and the latter autonomy as part of a whole. Here and there and everywhere, non-places are the spaces to inhabit. The myth of a tree growing straight over one growing crooked has turned into an obsolete cliché of [in]tegrity. Space, mace, glace, taze, praise, place, pace craze, pace, maize. A different place, the same setting--the screen. Hosting and posting the future of the history of the self, huffing and puffing the meaning of the past. Meaning-[less] as a [frame] work of stability is the result of semantic engagement as a means to constant communication. What happens to the past when the present looks to the future? Mulch for ventures in the known of potentials. 2:55 is a number linked to chronology, but its true potential lies in its reconfiguration of time. Hard, Mad, Happy, toaster meets the table on its way down the street. Flat is the new flat. Change happens in finding ways to work with streamlined strategies calling for efficiency. Red is defined by subjective relevance of the sensibility of extremes, danger, love, hate, desire, communication--compromise. My creative piece of useless, purposeless, relentless cleaning instrument. Clean without a purpose. Soap, someone said, is a key sign of civilization. It redefined the self in relation to dirt. The self as the subject of analysis is the reflection of one's obsession with pervasive mirrors within the over-guarded core-self. The fallacy of stability is to define itself against speculative futures of static recursion. Getting the same three every time. Must not be as diverse as once thought. Why three, not two, one, four, five? Is it the old pyramid scheme? Spacing | | | | | | |\|\///// \ \ | \\|| \ |\ | || \ Look | over| ||there|| [where] is enclosed within |when|: time and space are repositioned when the immaterial becomes the driving force behind the material. The symbolic increases, strives to become absolute. Speculative economics are effectively producing millions with immateriality. Four squares within a square. Windows within windows--frames, and images what[e]-v-\er/s. Do one more to reach ten. No longer about quality, but about reaching the sky by pushing rock bottom. I thought I had ten. Play tricks on me. Keep me productive. Say nothing of the spinning iPhone that keeps me sane. Look at it stopped. Don't know Karate, but I know crazy... working hard to supersede the reference to that line--the backbone of a long struggle. About to go out to struggle with proper penetration: trying to find the balance between concrete and cotton. Work, labor, pleasure, leisure are now pristinely mashed-up in holidays. Checking the numbers leads to speculation. Numerology with databases. Modes of exchange are not modes of communication, necessarily. Persuasion of communication and communication of persuasion are at the crux of visionary speculation. The phone walked off the table to become a nomad, not satisfied it yearned and made contact with estranged devices of the Other. Synthetic wood never looked better | It's shininess appears na ||t|u|| ral. The metallic-fog covered the gorge, filling the entrance of fornication. Long and thin signifies elegance and its opposite: context takes full precedence in ephemeral instances of archived statements. Oh, it's been three, not two, not one. This is not a countdown, but a statement of production. Check the block in front of the thought. Dispel labor as the ideology of legitimation with action. Nothingness adds up to everything when acknowledged for being full of potential. Looking up to the top left from the corner of my eye. Not a gesture of seduction, but of power when gender is undefinable. Kleenex becomes a common noun referring to tissue: disposability eventually is transferred onto computing with planned obsolescence. Bitten things, battered things, representing the incompleteness of a statement. Fragments become valuable for their potential multple readings. Data-mining is the closest thing to mind-reading. In the future, the latter will be a reality essential for future trending. Spirals overlap diagrams of lathered nonsense, not leading to a specific statement but speculative intellectualism--transcending academism. [W]hat a di[ver]ffer[g]ence a text makes. There they are again, but one of them is different because my traces show where I am. Anonymity is one thing that cannot be bought. Panopticism is no longer self-implemented by the subjects, but exercised quantitatively to reassure order and normality as innovation. Somebody always knows. B[c]ake the water into the spoon that lingers on with no specific goal other than to become one with carpets of joy. Distance collapsed: beyond a cliché. Immediacy is the new norm[al]. Connecvity swiftly moved from desired innovation to necessity to survive. Check the goods, one new suggestion on how to expand my [k]-n|h|-o-[w]-on-ledge on the wire. Respiratory ambitions, aspiratory position, contrarian pos-| ing |-tions. Sexy is the new carpet on the corner store selling things not yet conceived. Promise me you'll sell me my needs as desires and make me desire my needs. The grape on the vine waits to be defined as the division of class: labor and leisure. The elephant in the tub is unable to unplug: no need to call the plumber, who switch the "mb" into mm. The smooth blue surface challenges the orifice to stay hard; makes the vector expand beyond both. Don't touch the stuffing. No. Space is [n]o [r]-t the place to expand the skin of my avatar. The smell of plastic burning puts me in the land of [oz] one. The grind. The true test of commitment. Passion becomes reconfigured--mashed-up with conviction. How I get the rainbow as a choice once in a while amazes me. Sometimes I lose track of where I'm going. To get lost was once presented as a means towards criticality: Once you lose yourself, you will know the way... yes, oh... yes. 45 degrees is appealing, arguably, because it is an in-between state--undefined by a clear binary position. The grey zone is glorified. Some [thing] |to the| left is mulch for the [r]-[t]-ight position of pragmatism. The brand of writing transcends material commodity once flows are stable enough to guarantee constant updates elemental to economics. Got two new ones. What a treat, and one is only less than three days old. Just hovering over will guarantee perpetuation for a while (and affect loss). This is when AI may be useful to evaluate quantified activity. Going in, regardless... There. OK. now on to the clouds. Cybernetic gastronomy never tasted better. I'm told its secure. So show some skin... Why the suspense? It's all rhetorical. Empty statements full of truisms. Forgot the "al" there. Unfollow feels like indirect rejection. Stress manifests itself every time a new one shows up. What should one deliver but the [un]-self? Nesting media with development lingo: never before has innovation sounded so much like Sci-Fi. Future trending is real fiction. Getting two of three, and a new hackie.. Oh well. Diversity appears in the horizon. Juxtaposition of ideas and things is considered the foundation of new ideas and things: The concept of originality came about inbetween. A testament to the view from below the sky, looking for the unknown to rediscover was is familiar. To ask the same question differently is dangerously misleading. The repetition of the same differently is not the repetition of difference. Feel the flow through the saturated-meadow-hairs. Blanket-wrinkles caress your thoughts as you make sense of the non-linear. Flat-vectored flowers decorate the honeycomb of the dead. Life hungers for expansion of diapers pails. Red-covered rings of gold are worn by the AI techies living under the carpet of time. Sensitivity is negotiated with networked distance of persons who are so close that you smell their breathing... the collective smell. Three quarters of the way to what? Goals are subjectively placed in order to support a sense of moving forward. Look to the ground to understand the sky. To know something by what it is not becomes a safe-haven of political-correctness. To discuss the meta about the meta is an empty exercise. Sports, politics, economics all share the same entertainment template. An IPO opening is promoted as a sporting and political event. Rolling downhill with an uphill attitude: another way of defining critical distance. Sky-blue meets blazing-grays of data manipulation, resulting in abstract reflection on the possibilities of the informational void. 333 is the number of production in front of me linked to days of disparate labor, fragmentized chronologically. Give into the graph of objectivity to develop an interpretation. A priori is difficult to keep at bay. data d-ata d-a-ta da-ta da-t-a dat-a d-a-t-a d|ata d|a|ta da|ta da|t|a dat|a d|a|t|a [d]ata d[a]ta da[t]a dat[a] [d][a][t][a] Yes. Spec[s] not spec[t]. Empty today. Nothing. Fuel the tank with quantity. Empty action never meant as much as the mere act of typing at a specific time in a specific place. Sunny-bright-blinding-night turned to the tune of the blues; feeling as happy as an avatar could who believes in the choice to choose. Sex[y]-u-al space across the platforms of common exchange. Familiar venues of passage glaried by the eyes of the over-exposed. Blazing statements overshadow the vectors, taking on flights of free-exchange, while professing a negative stake for those who have little. A pen filled with questions, waiting to release its potential on a blank, flat, and, preferably, shallow surface. Ink holds the potential for open statements. The possibility to conceive a possible move: a twitch, is the ultimate hope for one who looks for answers in looped questions. Sit. Up. Down. Side. Step. Left. Leave. Ever. Finished woodwork, plastics, synthetics: smooth surfaces are not shallow, but deep. Deep as a flatline signaling the absence of a pulse. It's been some time. How's it going. Here in the woods of synthetic fiber, looking for bears in the clouds full of morphine: dreams of a tomorrow that recycles itself. The big toe, full of truth, tells lies in order to keep its integrity as a solid member in the balance of empty procedures. Emptyness becomes an existentialist obsession. Danger lurks in the romanticization of existence for critical conservativeness. Full means empty. Shallowness appears associated with self-fulfillment, and abstention is revered as the means towards safe nihilism. Stories for kids tell the truth about the imagination, while showing the process of becoming a neurotic. Systematic randomness is no better than honest indulgence in form. Pants, chants, rants, skin against rust, glare coming through, thirst for lapsing friction among symbols of disproportion. Let's play a game of house. The house where the workers and the lords live with a veil of juxtaposition: mediated daily life made bearable. A broken wheel apparently functioning properly is the benign potential for reconsidering scarcity of resources in a non-sustainable reality. Marisol showed up this morning... and Jesus jeleton shows happiness. The third is irrelevant. Suggestions to follow become benign exercises. Looking out from a bleached-glass container only to realize that one's inward view is consistent with expectations of sustainability. The change of color signals change. Signals death: green to red to dry brownish-orange. One often speaks, thinks, dreams, and obsesses about the body and technology in part because they are framed in a dualistic relationship. Faux-plywood is friendlier to the mouse. I'm missing things from the last few days. Could it be my mind or a data-glitch? Time flies. I thought I had been active a bit more... Wonder if some things have changed since I last jacked into the house. For some reason, I still get the sense that something is missing. And why does nothing show up the usual way? Does change really happen? One must live with the hunch. The basis for conflict and drama. The foundation for eventually receiving an Oscar. the concept of human greatness is limited. One must always praise the struggle of the self, even when displaced as preoccupation for the planet. Reflexive moment before the end of an over-caffeinated watered-down-dark drink. A suppressant not a depressant: must stay productive. Gloomy. Why can't reflection be more jubilant? Why must it be "serious"? Critical distance's own downfall is it does not know when to chill. The boss, the man needs to be de-centra-gendered... Rock-shaped buckets fill up with cold liquid going up the nostrils of an electronic piped-up organ; librication not needed. A statement is affected by what is beyond the screen. A non-place does hold on to an abstract concept. The acknowledgement of a glitch is the recognition of the possibility to move past cognition, which is immediately lost. Error is defined by binaries, by secondness, not firstness... Here's the issue. Right here, not there, or everywhere. Evoke abstraction to make a concrete state: develop a semantic riddle and sound academic. The void is not empty. The negative ultimately defines the affirmative and vice versa. Issues of the binary arise. Jump-down to then fall further than desired. Release the energy within the bellies of purple-tainted clouds overloaded with personal data. Look[ing] at the |stat\s| of thing[s]. All approached with the same quantitative template. Homogeneity takes on a pervasive form. This is not the place. This is the space. Chatting up your pants against Woolite. I got four legs and a landscape this morning. Why do I keep going back to sensitivity? What one craves may already rely on the simulacrum of meta itself. Nature: a river, a pipelne in contention. It's the flows of political cognition at stake. Advertising as a personal social act is dependent on a cookie that supports a brand's status. Info and privacy become blogged-out: for sale. Green objects in front. Red in back. White to one side, while the other is open. The question is if it's left or right. Long rectangle, shaped to sit, designed for leisure, but used for labor. Stretch the leggings but not the legs. Contemplate the potential. I keep thinking of cookies and brands. A healthy diet of networks. Help with terms. Share knowledge about privacy status, it's non-existence and its promising future. Graphs, charts, and automobiles. Plains, planes, panes, stains, tainted grains. ((Che\\ck |t|-he \ I /mag[o]e of a[n] /a/steroid ob-ss\\ess[ed] eth-nic [o]. (o)-[O]-|o|-{O} Dance is an action, a space, an environment. It's an exercise of self-awareness--pushing the physicality of concepts in political forms. One more for the road. How deep should one go on the way out? Swiftness did not share an intellectual space with rigor, until the time of networks. Write something now. Time is running out. Deep thoughts run through one's head, but appear to disappear before they can become meaningful. Deep thoughts. Romantic. Romantics: a pop group of the eighties, that's all. Looking to the left to understand the right: understand what is not in order to be. The opposite of happiness is the very definition of existence if one is willing to find joy in the binary. Rhetorics never felt better. Felt Felt - F|[e]|{l}|(t) the pad[ing] in my mouth while blowing rusted steel kisses to my lovely beasts of burden. And then there were [n]one. The right to begin again finds itself in the self-righteous exercise of self-awareness: romanticize integrity. One more for the road. I'm told iron is good for my health. Make it sparkly only please. Check the Adidas painted on a drape. Trees on stress, waiting for precipitation: cycle of variable temperature: Market correlations. Do the wrong thing for the right ethical question to attain an existential critically distanced outcome. Black socks never look dirty on a sunny day. Experience the rub of rubber. Can you tell me where the wooden table went? Green is talking about Red and Blue. White will show up soon. En[gage]-d in T@l//ing round|a|bout mean\i\ng-less [r]-s-easons. Toilet water tastes as good as the knowledge of its source. Tension in sexual advertising leads to violence of the ~un\-known. Red in historical context/s is the re-position of a Malevich in terms of formalism as a means to become immersed in the politics of distance. Caring for your threaded thumb. Caring for your thumb-sized love triangle. Caring for your thumb-sized triangular love. The no-cry Sleep [re]-solution: be productive and lose remorse for not meeting your goals. Let go of bananas, and eat the straws and berries. ABC your dinos while chiding with the caring-candle-vigilant-beings outside the strip mall, tripping the stripped. One misses the feeling of that which is not here now. Absence acknowledges presence: its negation. Existence recognized by its termination. Twisted thoughts of kindness leading to the righteous life of a being whose drive is symbolically indulged in understanding incomprehension. Elements of wonder and the concept of discovery: How the colonial mind comes to define the other by means of territorial appropriation. Move fast. s[hi]-t\\his -i-deal\\i-zation as a w/\ay to[ward]s f -[uck]-ear. Kiss~\ed| t-[he sk]-y with[out] a[no\\ e-x'c#//use. Keep checking for syntax. The freedom of expression and its neurotic drive. Apples and bananas just hanging along with the wallet that made their commodifiable signification possible. Indulge in economics of health. What's happening I'm asked. It's the ac[?]-t-|ion| as the means for constant flow that allows such a question to be t[s-he] drive[r] of life. Stripes/types/mikes- of mice and means of de-generational sameness: hollow statements full of rhetoric. Eat the over-cooked plastic. ""\{h}e-re\Y? i[no] j[un-]g[glin]-gle. Pea-////nut[ty] un-i-ver[se]al g[f-oo]d is [n]o-r\t`~ con\\ass//umed. Feeling down. No-se[y] glands taking over the pipes of freedom. Feeling sick is not a metaphor when the sky eclipses the pavement. Keep up with the run-on commoditized sentences of nihilistic hope of a sober existence defined by saturated media events. A media alcoholic looks for a way out. No more eyes or ears, only smell is arguably the last sense that may have some romantic resistance. Raspy, tickles, the whiteness of impurity is at the front door. Open it to slam its negation: the affirmation of existence. The strongest come in threes, so "they" say. Gossip of integrity meeting design principles are always appealing to the mind--any min[e]d. Two shoes, two legs, all in grey, neither black nor white. Ambiguity is the code not living up to its potential. S[lip]age of meaning is the over-played convention to communicate in an over-saturated symbolic world. To state it makes it more meaningless. Media is legion. No leader is the wolf-pack. A rack of goods: CDs, language, and tomatoes m[r]ake the perfect subject of conversation for artist[an]-s wit-ho-uter di[e]rection. Mary's sun is the name that keeps coming back, and tracking the locality leads to a 69. About to help on the terms of cook[ies]ing the pri-[m]va[velan]cy of a status app. A device is designed to flex its muscle. No use, peruse, misuse, disuse leads to diverted flows of mediated techne. The wrinkles on a [u]natural surface appear smooth in comparison with the stretched melodrama of trend-economics. The inverted spiral once moved dialectically. The semantic parade flipped the script. Mining the mine of bits became a naturalized state. Non-linearity appears promising, perhaps because the linear is predictable. The circular never catches on with future-casting. Just got surveyed: [sub]-ject[ified] by the brand of the little red tails. Pull on them and call the pork, I was told. Center to the left leads to the right. Taking a position is never a gray area. Politically correctness is the demise of data-mined opinions. Re-pe[act]-ING the s[L]a/me, mov-e-[ing] th`r~ough cl[r]ou[l]wds. Sentimentality for coherence never attains a higher connotation than the reconstruction of what the subject meant in terms of the now. Don't compare apples and oranges we're told. How is diversity to be measured? From a critical distance: How is diversity to be contemplated. Tracking the trace: becoming == have become has never been closer to [im]material reality than now. [Con]-stant [up]-dat[e]s. Bird feathers weigh heavily on the guiltless animated being: stoicism strives for ultimate detachment in the name of the [r]-season machine. The edge has become the center for innovation. Niches are the key to the infinite number crunching diversification. Global markets. Check the goods, drop the bag, grab it all without gloves, the texture on the bare skin is virtually synthetic: clinically natural. Soap was mentioned here before. Once conventionalized, it became the symbol to rid oneself of the many [un]s, the noise opossing control. Poke and swallow; White paint on the chipped shoulder attains new meaning when dealt a full deck of saturated fat. Z means omit in this stage. To improvize in this case is to lose any thing if the wrong turn is taken repeatedly. Annoying and out. f[a][i][u]n [wh]-\Y/ ou s-[aid] [T]-hat. Check the frills, the chills, and dills of the shop; the barber on the left and the mechanic on the right--the cheese sandwich upfront. What is the rhythm behind the [algo] presenting correlated knowledge on the periphery of preemption? The signification of the hoody [the attached hat] runs from protection to danger: within and with-[out] the body which wears it. A cup swiftly flipped released cartooned-pieces of hair, exuding good coffee. Search your phone for the name that fits a modern description which escaped along with the feathers of your favorite pillows. [F]-[p]-[c]-[m]-ases, [cr]azes, p-aces, p[r]aises, p [h]`r~ases. The cent off is the scent off: the drive for the black against the red in quarter earnings. Similarities in c-[re]-[der-iv] ative app[roach] at times app-[h]-ear too \c/-lose for n-[on]-com/fort. [Re]-in-\\flection[s] on a dam and aged l [if] e. To give in is sometimes proposed to be radical: give out/up/off/none/tons/some/all/no[thing] is the very essence of empty criticism. Detachment from the creative process became the drive for creative paradigms that appear systematically sound. Concrete this, or that. Algorithms are suspect in the lines that make this statement possible. Bring me closer to over-played experience of c`rea[c]tive writing. As the same thing is done repeatedly, it becomes established to be measured. Expectations soon weigh heavily on nonsense. n[m]-0re re-in[flec]-[i@ns] [efil] remixed. The gut check is not always about the lack of fierceness, but the minimum morality of the 69 constantly recommended in sets of three. Hug someone today. s[t]-o-[me] on-ly[on] I a[m]-orning the bast[ion]ard of e\\thick//-s[ic]-kick to m[wh]y stom[ache]. The hard drive on its side never looked better. Loops, repetition, recontextualization of information: data on a date [less] the love[less]. The brain comes together with ~/\|||||%#!***``~. Noise appears detached of expression: a way out for the stoic. Dry as a dessert filled with lies not lie--nor the lied. Structured expression well measured is the best medicine for rejected success. Again implies repetition, but recollection is essential for a joke to function under such paradigm. It was so good. It was really really good. Como? a buca buca. ugh disgusting. ay that was so high on the low. Running on a full bladder of Gap commercials makes one feel lighter on the jump. Inhale and indulge in the fuming plastics reconfigured as the knew pressing against my left hand as I write. More not mores: the liability of knowing aphoristic thinking leans on quality of quantitative altruistic decomposition. Suggestions, recommendations are circular elements that redefine the subject through repetition: variables of homogeneity appear diverse. Biking, singing, and acting suggested today: Sexual violence objectified through affect-images showing expression of what cannot be seen. The language of business presents things as practical: "It's not so simple" one thinks: abstraction makes for simplification of contention. A smile goes a long way--a vector that connects two points with an apparent universal, which breaks the distance of psyches. Open the extremities with a long thin device, and learn from their growing tension: observation is not to become indulgence nor indolence. Vectors penetrate your water source, while the fire continues its journey across the triangulated network of bugs and bits, bytes and bites. The squares behind the left ear never complemented better the eyes of your poodle. To speak of the now is to understand the n-[on] existence of one's presence. To think of the future in terms of the past is to understand one's presence between the two: the negativity between both explains existence. Got a BBC, a port and a retired surgeon telling jokes about the red pen that defined their intellect. Insulation results from compartmentalized thinking; privacy followed: the former thrives in modular aesthetics while the latter withers. Getting dirty never was more [un]-ethical: once the remote was introduced it was no longer necessary to wash guilt off one's hands. More info means let me know if this has potential of potentiality within the realm of becoming a potential of potentials. Ads and cookies recur in my mind: re[bra]i[n]d the help-desk[top] n[on] oscillated realms of violence. Beck, Kagan, Bak, Gale, Bourke, Citizen, Garrett, Daily, Broido, Fabian, Brooker, Perez, Yap, Disparition, Bucar, Fremont, Albino, Taller... The outline of a shape is the periphery that defines that which becomes the center of attention: Let the birds eat the sun. [in]-[out]-[just]-[ice]: a system pays a major price for striving to present objectivity as its paradigm over the social context of events. The Swiftness of statements that define the body is cemented culturally in the architecture of the mind. A dog and cat sandwich a person who smiles over random recognitions of recommended signs of disable locations. The "re" encapsulates contention of innovation: [re]-cycle-play-organize-consider-view-post-blog-write-create an idea. O-[rig]-I-ni[h]-li-ty. Feeling the blues; reflecting on the sordid vector that presents the objective as a statement of truth[s]. Fun, gone, news. Pausal 69 is recommended. I got Coco as one of three, but two remain the same. I had a dream about crit\`\i/ CA~li[for] ty [ni] A and s[i]-e-n[si ||yes||]bill[y]-ties. Noise does not have a single source, but at least two: it comes about when things collide, come into conflict--challenge each other. The need to constantly share one's opinion turns benign with the obsession to be d-[own]. This is most delicate when it involves lives. Ephemerality of speech (its trace) once upon a time resisted measurement. Mining of data opened the potential of its re-cly[cle]-ever-ness. Keeping up with the Joneses' amnesia called art. The less one knows, the less one knows: it's not better--it's just art-[tra]-ns-[form]s. Narcissism is encouraged if one types regularly. Its pattern defines entire markets for black-friday, life insurance rates, among all things.

Got a Mesa, a Dorr and a Piazza this time around. D4k is the b[u]r[r]-and in front of me. No des-[I]-re[mix]. Jumbo visualization is not better, it is a rig of quantification. The left and right respond not to each other but to the pine-tree scent of the [un] [ant]-i season at the end of the commodity loop. Kitchen confidence: Press here and there to go places in less than an instant. Symbolic reconfiguration of meta-experience leaves one empty. Today is not a good day to do anything other than that which is essential to the desires to feel creative. Deceive the individual brand. Creativity becomes [dan]ge[-ne-]rous when it is seen as some form of escape from the system that defines individualism. [de]-[r][a]nged the celebrity looking back appeared. The blast was too much to bear: isotopes were plugged strategically to amend things. Simultaneity as a concept appears to lead to non-linear conceptualization of systems that debunk progress as a culminating historicity. The distance of a phone from the number to dial cannot be conceptualized because of their [im]material relation of action and purpose. Rectangles and coffee cups gel. Caffeinated thoughts: clichés for the post drug stage of creativity. Make a [n]-[uh]n(?) happy statement. Trading cards, commodities, equities. Fit the pattern of what the user is worth. No need to do more than 4 traces to know the individual... Circular thinking appears uncritical. The reason may well be the obsession with linearity often confused with vectors. Loop the difference. Obsessed with action. Verbs are the foundation of the ideology of labor. Systematically developed expression appears void of the human touch. So touch it and claim it. [h]-/gn\~ch//r\\ome. C-[on]-tract-[or]-ion[s] of [ex]~~p-[re]``ss>>ion[s] lead [t]-[s]-he way to ef[fuc]-icci[en]cy of the K. rob[red] fried on a cookie pan~nap[ick]ed limbo filled with anthologies of rants, vents, and fana[tas]-ti-CA~ly written gossip. The re on the fresh leads to a new set of selections that are not new on their own but on their ongoing juxtapositions. Branding the blog of logocentrism: swift statements of a truth that is false when flipped as the coin of signification we call ambiguity. Wear your helmets while reading books. Rhetorical meanderings can damage the skull. The new recurs right now on this day, on this set. The [n]-ew [vi]ew of the same begins to feel like a previous post. One writes the same, the tame, the lame, the fame, the shame. What happens when difference is discussed only to enable those who define the Other to appropriate diversity in opposition to difference? Demagoguery appears to be the constant [re]-action to encryption. The drive to dislocate big data mining becomes a type of benign resistance when exercised from an arm chair while fully plugged in. The coffee cup flipped upside down recurs. Grande is mentioned while a biblical name becomes a statistical recommendation. Sig-[a]-n-[n]-ls flow on the periphery of symbolically saturated mindless text-based communication. The relation of handwriting and typing exposes the contention of efficiency in an ever-increasing world driven by compression of all things. Fake wood is more natural than an[o]- [dissed] honest answer: Lying reaffirms the truth based on negation. Move into the grey area. Not as excited? The potential of rusted ideas polished as a brand is the obsession of future-trending. 24/7 specs. Flip the script: house to the jacked sound of information overflow. Noise is controlled for the sake of our comprise called communication. Flip to the first: Jack to the sound of over used eyeglasses lacking prescription, designed to make perfect vision appear unfashionable. The murals stored in the cloud become available on the screens of anyone willing to transgress experience as a virtual factor of lack. This is not a place. This is a localized tweet. Refresh gives an instant of hope to experience something new, while thinking of passive actions as the foundation of a radical lifestyle. Check the goods in the box. They all read/taste/feel/appear/stink the same. Homogeneity becomes the resistance to the principles of nothing. On topic: Resistance appears a positive for critical thinking, but one should be wary of it when it becomes institutionalized. Altruisms are so self-righteous. When a critic's ego is threatened by an equal or greater, such a statement is a natural defense. The ing always implies action. Action appears productive. Production appears good. Good is that which is externalized: Commodities. Feel the need to eject objects that are not foreign but must be released for the flow of energy. Defecate. Someday I am going to be more tolerant than the chair I sit on. Two sunglasses and a smile. The cooling of compromise leads to nostalgia for a time when arm chair strategy was the norm: Cold war cooled. Apps, Jobs, Ads reshape status and behavior. This is known. What is not known turns obvious as soon as its acknowledged. Waning lack itself. The organically altered red pine tree was at ease like a lost dog looking for a piece of wood. Being wood it chewed itself. The purple plower pushed the dirt (which was once white) to the side. Keeping order in place turns to the relation of Saturn and its rings. Grande showed up. Someone's paying for that. Not me, not you, but the trending industry who doesn't mind obsessing with stats. What could be better than to share with friends the friends of friends. Leave the pri of vice behind the acy. non-value turned to value: speculative norms defined by the zero placement. A matter of being on the left or right; a matter of context. Voted best meat, apparently. The plain _____ had never received a high[e\r/d] ack-w-[no]-[on]-ward-lodg[e]ment[y] What I mean is XXX... how desires comes through X#@!(* of that which one does ___ know. The state of things:1!2@3#4$5%6^7&8*9(0). When typing means nothing but a formal exercise. Find meaning in empty structures of academism. [re] ward-[s]`~: Adorn the minimum state of being with oversize clothing designed for a trend to be repeated through its own omission. se[x]-yell//`~ing for the voice of inter-co-in-dependence. A claim to no conflicts is their very negation. The {[-)(n~~`!o-[i]=//s||"e" keeps coming up as a sub[set]-jet-[lag] of critical con-[science]. What's there to say that does not sound nice, apathetic, critical, happy, unhappy, sarcastic, pathetic, neurotic, and pessimistic? The limitations of language are superseded by the constant recombination of the same. The new is the regeneration of sameness as autonomy. Must acknowledge the daily three. The celebrity avatar is my favorite. Can't help but associate the image to the principles behind the tweet. Once the new turns into a naturalized element it no longer appears new, but proper: New York == newyork. A History == ahistory: suspension. keep on adorning your statement, turning it into power hunger. The tree is dry due to over-watering. Compression and comprehension develop a contention when in-depth analysis takes a backseat across networks: a challenge to individualism. I like. l[i]ke == ike - l, recommended. The self[ie] the ie in the green pastures of central insecurities that drive the ideology of progress. Why an ideology?... it is safe ground. The seasons remind us of the recurrence of change. The obsession with a difference that does not recur is a romantic lie. I'm [un]-fascinated by what shows up on my doorstep. It says more about the quantification of psychology than the self. Sell at all costs. Does a celebrity need to pay to be recommended constantly? A search will answer that, so the question is rhetorical. No. Dryness. Why not strive to gain the most creases in all things? Take the skin to the brink of bleeding, right to the threshold. Beauty. The first name that does not sound like a name but does not mean anything--at least not yet. Landscape imagery, textiles, hooked rugs; Mane, Wagner: the image of Christ. Established terms when recontextualized/displaced/stripped of basic signification appear meaningful for the meaning of their ambiguity. Ludics should be in better shape now that gaming is no longer about innocent games. Collect material culture; make a career out of it. Love the fetish with a critical distance in the name of good taste. Take a sip now... Pat on the side of the belly, not the top. Firm as a stone, love to bite the byte into bits: cobble refined to become a mockery of the fake. Chaos and modularity are closely linked: they define the possibilities of speculative trending of networks. debase the quantification. Once in the [sym]-bo-[olean]-lic enjoy the show of binaries. Drama is about extremes aestheticized for self-indulgent collective reflection. The dilemma of critique is how to be honestly critical while being part of that which is critiqued. Push the [sub]-culture to its limit. One more for the sake of developers. In the name of quantity, use the binary-cloth to wipe the characters left after the end of this phrase. Oh, there it is again. When recommendations become annoying is time to move on to the next beta. A critic known for adorn-o-[ing] his statements said that the subjective and the objective have been completely reversed. Formal exercises are considered objective, but they are the opposite. Neither the subjective or objective escape politics. Both are it. Say rock. The connotation is specific, even when it's made of wet feathers, heavy due to constant heavy rain. Hit the sack, break your neck. Office of [inter]\nation/~ally happen-~in[ject]gs: the screen shows flows of communication, movement in stasis--reconstruction to forget. It's been a bit of a time. Amazing how location affects what one is presented with. To get started let's consider being creative. What does that mean? is the most obvious question. Just trying to fill up the space left: five. Writing functions with the assumption that what is communicated is worth sharing. One should hope this moves beyond self-gratification. A process can turn out to be a paradigm substituted by its own development. Negation confirms itself through self-resistance. To write is to cut, to select from a dataset. The process of selecting to make a statement (ambiguously) is what appears at times creative. A statement: a contradiction that redefines the positive aspects of negation. Such a statement becomes baseless upon being read. The red in the heat is recommended as a trend along with a 5 and its bifurcations. One is obliged to relate the info of the brand with the terms of privacy while eating cookies. The monster never ate better. Empty.;ijpoidfd;lkjae ;sd;kjf; ckj;lj; ;sdkfj a;d;kjfwor mean[ing]-less. jkdakjli4ekd,dow[9ae./ ;; ; ;lked Got an advanced option when kcms c` dkfidn.LJ:G<>.lLLo. Hard to poa,me#. visualizing the [in]-coherent is the confirmation of one's limitation in trying to exchange what one knows wha.;oiuer.m,snl. Bend the line, make it do what physically is [im]-possible. Writing is the economy of the ephemeral, but not [necessarily] superfluous. Speech to writing: anchored. Materialize speech into over-cooked visualizations clinging on to the ephemeral [im]-materiality of speculation. One more. No. The execution of the line becomes the challenge of memory. To remember is to erase then move from one place to another. A blade is mentioned for open engagement: a sport. After a refresh the [re] is conformed with the [mind] to expose the local position of the subject data-mined. Read localities for trending. Pause, emptiness, [non]-activity are perceived as negative to production: the negation of such is the fallacy of progressive ideology. The ambiguity of a statement is the very challenge to its integrity: call it art to develop resistance for its eventual absolution. The need for physical release produces a tension that must culminate like most narratives produced by Hollywood. Workout. Climax. Defecate. Develop the capacity to experience everything: The swift heat of a bad cable program looking to make elephants give birth to encyclopedias. From dolphins to supermarkets and artificial palm trees. Postmodernism left a thick residue. Synthetic == naturalized. Not anything goes but everything. The grid is overworked and over expanded. The beginning of the end is the beginning of the ending of a new new, not the end of a new new: not the now now, but just the end of the now. Pathetic resolutions abound in the helpless hope for a way to find help. Stay positive when realizing that help is not in hope but in the conflict leading to such a concept in its negative form. Almost there poiasdfpohweLKJB MK K K;ZLDKJ;LKJV;Lsdfogij4k5lp9%^&*$TNHR. pose == pray =< pay. Refresh to get a panhandle. The closes thing to a phallic symbol as an open engagement while kneeling for the media. y./!``~e*%#.s+)(&. The post is no longer past but the lucrative statement of immediacy. Nothing is old or new, but recyclable within less than a year. Optimization. Got 5 on the heat Fall-[o]-ing the recommendation of my glasses designed for clarity. The info of the brand opens a space for reflective commentary designed to question innovation as truly new: recyclability on steroids. The archive is the means to a future that will be recognizable, reconfigurable: a guaranteed experience of a new thing that is already known. Seagulls eating parasites bigger than ideas. Devour the omission of a history lived after it is produced: death by tradition. The [un]-challenge of meaning is its obsession with coherence as a means to understanding the self. Rocks become one with crabs. Animals and things eating each other. Binaries searching for grey areas defined by symbolic carnivores. Looking at the number quality is always challenged by the drive to quantize: to find meaning in patterns of empty movement. Patterns reach their threshold when [un]-likes are meaningful for open-endedness according to divergent interests of bottom-lining. $. Containers fill up: must release. Periodic tensions acquire meaning when recognized as corporal and relevant to meme-capable beings. The push for more may well be the drive to die. The drive to live is part of a cycle: a cliché, a quantized loop of [re]negation. Almost there. This is one of the last to be the first of the middle to the end. The then and the now become one. And then, there is some more time for a rhyme with the wine. Fermentation leads to disfunction when the user turns to constant updating. Check the time, try to do one last thing before the flock of seagulls turn to more than a one hit-wonder. Ese, ese was pronounced, a gesture to a thing somewhere that is currently still abstract. The speech of location: a transfusion of violence. Vio-[let]-ence. Per-[ma]-ence. why, [wh]-ere-[ct] the i[con]-dol to storms of stor-[e]-i//es. I-[s] there o[no]e [?]