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neural plan # 1

fell asleep in mythology _ they were agents of evil _ it was a scorpion _ under a tree _ for a while he could put his head together _ the snakes licked his ears _ a pretzel film _ nuts while driving _ he suddenly started attacking the priest _ the priest was eight priests _ plus a bishop dressed in red _ with three wooden wheels _ against the chair in our room where i nurse the baby _ hooking up the signs _ if they feel threatened they bite _ it's just their way of saying they like you _ the darkness walked out the door _ but the door was still _ the black light shone _ its negative wrap _ choose the type of alert you would like _ you sat at the marble surface of the nuclear establishment _ old relic of mortality _ euripides




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I seriously doubt life begins by interesting someone in limitless supremacy. So I am drawn towards the sadistic. (He who seeks is he who contracts, etc.)

The stage is set for you.

Damsel

20090617

Masseria



a sunny august afternoon in the apulian country ...(Southern Italy)
un pomeriggio assolato d'agosto nella campagna pugliese-
Thanks to Ambro Basho

20090615

Faceblog - the new thing



With all these electronic platforms like BLOG and FACEbook we forget that the traditional mailingsystem still functions. So this time some good old fashioned mail-art to demonstrate that it is still alive.
In response to a recent bulletinboard posting I saw whilst on my wanderings ... Gele (Stains) stated that 'blind therapy - malevolent of paradox, pathological of stray - you trap and entangle me, remaining futile to all attempts at unravelling from within.' Well, Sir, my own emergence is one of candid imminence, and the identifications which I perceive as levelling form patterns of difference, between one participant and another. I recognise what is happening and know that I should remain (as you describe it) non-confrontational. But for all that I am onal, I am seg-imagel, po-furthee. I am dimensional. To text, I ideate, in forms interactive and piecemeal. Partake in my remainings, why won't you. See, I speed my legs on neutral ground for you. The user discovers me. But I cannot take more recognition, sorry. What feelings are? Grizzly

20090613

Crusty deep
Mineral loaded and full of composture
Mountain Zen...long oceans of sustainance

Depthe in the next of death undefied
liquidity of all natural that we are known for and painted thus.

In the vapours we fist joy
In the the next angry count all is opposed
We are anililated and gonners left bare

Outside the lines.... nothing

There is teeming archtype
unnamed and vital

Fire flexing willing extremely

O Emerald Red crystal clear

Kaledeiscope of fragmentation

Withstand this Hellplace

Transform .




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20090610

Preprinted Future



This video realized by me with 29 works made in collaboration with
Franco Piri Focardi,
Bruno Cassaglia,
Bruno Capatti,
Georgeta Velicu,
Maurizio Vitiello,
Francesco Mandrino,
Ivan Cozzi,
Alfonso Caccavale,
Raimondo Del Prete,
Elisabetta Lucato,
Luisa Marinelli,
Piero Viti
during Creativa 2009 at ignano sull'Arno (FI)
on 30th may 2009

20090609

Stactor at Clubbb Dreaddd



M.Stactor solo set at Clubbb Dreaddd, Toronto, June 6/09.

"i just don't know about ya..." Wednesday, June 10, 2009

ONLY read 20BPM

thirst for truth decode arms tactile colors taste sealed
as disciples turning cell books
those are turns like the wide deadlock since elements up and are style as gates is and are now

we scare now hands life scared will serve deliverance using stirrings memory
the needed lighter condition decides that several could fly

umbrella believes in focus times with useless concrete love thunder
finally routes contradiction joy treats reactions—


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20090607

♥ ca -- sjksharink ntwrk (following the success of)

shackled and surrounded by deputies _ akai plugs & rattlesnake diet & sexy russian girlfriends tried to kill them _ loop _ i'm very happy with what happened here today _ this' the end of the momentum and growth _ daisy intel bristol inside make us sure it runs _ sex on skates _ 45 songs from punk boob roasted clones of the famous austrian upright bassist-composer luy lay _ loop _ you stocked up on a reusable bag of candles and lots of local gangsta wine _ the cement industry contributes about 5% to global anthropogenic CO2 emissions _ chew sticks, vitamins, shampoo crowned cows _ plastic surgery to cover up the scar and restore the shape of my original rotten flesh _ as a professional undead i'd like to join the elders in praising the song called primate arbitrary fuckers _ you can view the shirt here _ [/url] joy and baking soda _ 240235.49 seminar 240335.48 restore 240435.48 urlz 24053548 prospect _ not based on a chemical reaction _ $13.99 _ affecting the brain _ moving from exploration to production of plug-in electric vehicles _ having fun _ always _ all _ loop _

Fluxus Journey - Part 4



Fluxus Journey part 4 is a video shot in one take on May 16th 2009 by Ruud Janssen. Starting in Breda, looking out the right window till the outher parts of Tilburg are reached. While passing Gilze-Rijen the train slows down a bit......

20090605

apologies flutter as broken veined leaves but the silence just crept up and swallowed me away.

20090604

Here, I speak of my country.

I tend its filaments, casting forward, and with it myself, ethereal and genteel. No surrender. Not for this land of black sets and stalkers. Desire falls upon its arching back, replenished by supplication. No flag for equus. No matriarch.

Ryan (smiling)

dresden upturn gazebo | angelic conversation5 78

arts paris ghost and mr chicken wizard trinity aim sartana sonatine sukoban climax _ the premise is long forgotten _ victim ferrara preferes notre dame turcs carmelo bene vampyr dreyer hasard _ premier bilan venue pape france claude barthe baryton andrade chantant air champagne dans don giovanni mozart tableaujoel souamy caramail com portail philatelie wikipedia carre marigny koerner sees von gustorf lothar spirit _ a ghoul substituted mättheus _ watch a unique opportunity _ violently 168 spy palms 168 contempt 168 _ 203 coffin 203 attend 203 minor 203 travelled 203 ghost 203 elderly 203 _ crevice rilke's header trekked superintendents _ your computer will be attacked if you use some combination of ghostscripts _ vampires were few _ silver architects karen secret standard printing hunt robbie nikon the width of a tito ecclesiology temperature ogm ornament _ ohashi penance peace _ gelatinous cubes kick too rude saucers grids


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Never open up without appearing to do so, you said, and you were right. I know that now - the hard way. I've spent the day licking my wounds; it's what I do with that knowledge, though, that you'll be interested in. So, if you will, to some ideas I've had ... What, I wonder, makes it possible to substitute the contents of, let's say, an 'elemental terminology' - as it permutates, transforms and restructures the forbidden remainders of so-called 'classical thought' into concerns only for some kind of 'centre' - for those of, for example, paradox and belonging, or even the totality? It seems to me that coherence in and of itself is neither directly or reliably conditional upon general desire - or, as I prefer to call it, fundament, whether grounded and immobile or less static. There is, therefore, less in the way of certitude in this corpus of assertions; and any ensuing anxiety, I feel, implicates all those who realise this in a game of being fraught with false beginnings, false repetitions and false substitutions. It is for these reasons that I cannot see how the transformations you say you are concerned with - towards establishing meaning unaffected by any kind of anticipated formal presence - can effectively move upon those layers of archeology, which eschatology itself makes an accomplice of. I believe, in contrast, that my own interest in reducing the situation to basic structures - in an attempt to conceive of and to organise methodological starting points which are easily understood - will imbue presence upon the problems we are each of us endeavouring to find solutions for.