http://www.ryojiikeda.com/

LeD bulbs for office

http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg21128260.400-game-developer-beware-algorithms-running-your-life.html

http://www.dashshaw.com/index.html

Curvature of the scalp. An Absyss occured. Pulling into its wound follicles like an anomily; a black hole did originate in my head as prophosized. The pain a dull sense of unrest unjust and dis dis ease. Waking hours sleeping hours did not adjust the restlessness and vertigo. Plucking and perplexed I set out upon this labrynth sea of lessons and learn I did indeed. Those that should of helped me only thickened the hurt. Doctors prescribrd steroids which only excaserabted the reneagade deeper into the hidden pit. Mirtazipan deadly a dermatologist insisted caused a depression in my mind like no other paracide included. The nag of the old mare suggested glue factory. And wisdom of the father sent me to counselor on to psychiatrist and failed psychotherapy due to cost. Eventially I strong armed a surrogate dr to scheduled blood tests. They returned saying I was in good health; but how can I feel like I'm dying all the day and night. Sax playing a curse set and I stopped playing a year before this all started. The curvature of my scalp like geotectonic plates in hyper speed. Phenomena crept into by back lower back and finally spine till I claw for hours at invisible fubar bogies. Trictolomania fuck trichtolomania, an impulse control dx similar to gambling addiction, kleptomania, and arson junkies. Needless to say, cuss words endless omitted along with the infinte prayers of mercy; and of course the all too real damnations of God's creation itself, I suffered too physiologically to deem this trichtolomania. A barber plucker hairy backed cucoldmonger I may seem but damned if I'm going to do Nothing about this. Extract this and that and then some in private and public. Let my hurt be seen what do I care to hide it. A time machine it has become. For it steals my time forward. I am aware of the great loss. Kleshas play the tricks and you adjust. Four months now there have been daily adjustments new paradigms daily. I am dizzy with theory and approach.

Oedipa Maas a day before she recieved Pierce Invirarity's Will (OM a perfect circle about to face the labrynth of the intgr 3.1417etc.......)

Really?

The Nebula Queen

Proud to drop some skrilla on ya'allz for your continued excellence. Too cool to be nerdcore 2 joked up for mainstream consideration. What is it? Does humor belong in music? NO!(Unless yer Shorty Petterstein or W.Al) But Southside gets the granted permissions and upgraded headspace codecs to do whatever they want. Excellent production values and damn kids you all sound a bit Too real. What u doin? Puttin holographic autotune fx on us? Nah I already know. T.Lund turned me on breakbeat in 94. White Horse White Lines Hash burn the barn down in that broken down Ambulance Toronto bound STM Damn! Shoulda expatriated. MC Chris is the only comparable playa to the Southside View of life:

MC chris- Wiid. Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there

We're smokin' that Danger Girl
We're smokin' that Gen 13
Bong's called Yoda, man
and Yoda can't a bag filled with stems and seeds
Yo, I can't stand no ecstacy
Cocaine made a mess of me
Beer and booze are now things that I use to do
Don't misconstrue, I'm still abusin' weed
Some kids like to get fucked up
actin' black by rollin' them blunts
I got a one hitter called Margot Kidder
and I only need to hit that shit once
'cause I ain't made of nickels and dimes
Fat kind make me tickled inside
Say no to cuttin' up lines
that's one-point-twenty-one jiggawatt jive
And I ain't no Nancy Reagan
just sayin' kinda take it slow
Say yeah to the jazz cigarette
say nil to the thrills of pills and blow
Teen years about gettin' beat down
and your twenties 'bout smokin' them pounds
Stick around for the sticky amounts
flick a Bic 'til your stuck to the couch
I'm the sativa cyborg
I smell that shit like a wine cork
I hope they never legalize
then High Times won't have anything to fight for
I used to smoke with kids at shows
but I stopped 'cause they all had colds
but I got Emergen-C and a bag of Coldeeze
and mad trees so let's all get stoned!

Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there

After a show, you're a friend of mind
handshake with a prize inside
These are Batman Begins hallucinagens
These whammies are weaponized
LSD and shrooms, I tried them
was a time when I wouldn't deny them
All you need is one trip where you lose your shit
kiss goodbye to the sky with diamonds;
but I keep coming back like it's Atkins fat
'cause the weed's like crack cocaine
but the risk you take is just getting baked
you're surely gonna see the next day
They say we fund Al Qaeda
Sounds like the government's jealous
Let's get the enemy stoned
bring our ninjas home - to hell with Christian zealots
'cause all we need is some weed and a laid back beat
black lights if you stereotype
couple bean bag chairs and a lack of airs
a marathon of price is right
What's the 4-1-1 for realzies?
I freeze my Reese's Pieces
It's like everytime I pack a pipe
my appetite suddenly increases
You know what a cracka mean
green leaves my cractorbeam
addicted like it's gasoline, just pass the trees
while I live that cracker dream
but I might have to cease my deeds
I might have to take control
'cause I ain't down with little mc
growin' up in a cloud of my second-hand smoke

Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there

More of Charity.

Charity indeed!

Ana give your head to the sky.

Nazi Girls

Hurry

Gothic stl

http://news.discovery.com/tech/device-cloaks-time-110720.html

http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/ne_forsythe/

Professional musician, Jazz Saxophonist, Street musician, DJ jazzresin, Jazz Composer, Avant Garde Moog synthesizer Rock performer, Sound Sculpture recording artist. Music Educator, Oasis Older Adult Wellness, Riverview Gardens East Middle, Mars Music. Music Therapist Board Certified. Married to one brilliant Chinese/Indonesian computer genius, Anastasia; we live in an 1880 row house in LaSalle park downtown STL with our two 'babies' wardell n' mick, tzih zu dogs. No children out of world overpopulation concerns and Zen notion of preventing future suffering. 'Bill' has had plenty of wilderness years lost in wanderlust living in Seattle, Wa & Brooklyn NY: hating those places he crashlanded back in STL. His Mizzou music perfomance degree wasn't doing much for him so he continued his higher education through UMSL Bachelor of music education, K-12 state certified. Finding no band/orchestra director positiona available and disliking general music education he pursued his interest in psycho-acoustics, biomusicology, and transpersonal musical phenomena led him to Maryville Universities Music Therapy program. As of 07/07/2011 he continues to practice music therapy at a local psychiatric adult inpatient hospital. Bill passed his 5yr annual recerification just recently. Bill's favorite writers are William S. Burroughs (he had the pleasure to visit the author in 1996 at his Lawrence, KS home) Thomas Pynchon, J.G. Ballard, and Phillip K. Dick. Hobbies include abstract painting, hacking, urban archaeology, collecting antiques-records-books-curiosities, gem hunting and cutting, surveillance art. Currently his favorite musc is by the prophet Ryoji Ikeda, Alva Noto, Ingram Marshall, Keith Fullerton Whitman, Charlie Parker, Howlin Wolf, Department of Eagles, Grizzly Bear, AU, Sufjan Stevens, CAN, Basement Jaxx, Boards of Canada, Nina Simone, Iannis Xenakis, Moondog, etc.ad infinitum. Bill is looking forward to a future of time travel , artificial intelligence, designer gentic modulations, communal thought quantum symphonic improvisation holography, and sustainable world peace through drastic reduction of human population and the extinction of nationalities and token economy slavery.

Wilderness Years

Benard n' JR in manhatten R line sub

http://unheard78.blogspot.com/

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0FYqECROYYeWttx1_upGzt3qry42VUNPSK9Sj-vX9sB1Liy9hCfJvNM14lDec2ExaDd-E64o7WSUh2Hal-1wcxvTiphXlMfUQpci9WiiH1Spazdp-nLg1TzXhi-uS_JNgEsIyTTc_i7x/

http://exploremusic.com/shows/ongoing-history-of-new-music/

http://archreactor.org/blog/2011/07/04

http://phpr0xi.sourceforge.net/

Unfinished film

Where words fail toothsome as they drop off the page. Little scurvy ants there are as the swerve and they sway. We could not forcast the distant change in tether, but the scrawls and seesaw go well together. In that sentient arcadia here and now, layers upon layers she begans to howl. Aurora bright aurora winds down that rOad. Superimposed upon my lovers scowl. Should we tredge forward upon starlit paths? Knowing arachnid dieties guard her wrath. Visitation fractled by your schoolboy fears. A thousand spiraled spider leg it draws you near. Amongst this din a cliffedge is hid. How did u know it my love? To sit indian till the mantra wind lessened. Stop the breathe and just listen. She sews up your lungs invisible threads glisten. Blessings tidings you live again.

http://m.ca.io9.com/5813475/10-psychological-states-youve-never-heard-of--and-when-you-experienced-them?skyline=true&s=i

Der komissar

Halycon daze

Agony & Ecstacy

On the corner the musician must become more than just that: they must become the magician, the Shaman, the Jester Holy fool, jesus on the cross for Christ's sake (literal not figurative) and of course never forget, Cold straight up Hustler. Like the GodsEye on a Paracide, not only the living observe, as the surroundings take on a larger stage. The great Spirit favors (and torments) those whom bring the drama. Take very little personal and certainly step into your metathespian shoes as you rewrite the flow of reality around you......it's an ancient little understood artform- streetmusic. The money one earns is often blessed transforming a dime to a dolla, twobits a portrait of Lincoln. On a real good night dollars metamorph cubed into fur coated Franklins wry lusty smile. The true blessing is the authentic egolessness of that sense of automatic; one becomes a filter for EtwasAnderes, something other. The gleam of a child's eye listening to real live music for the first time is THE greatest treasure beyond any material wealth for something immortal is exchanged in the light of the glimmer.

Kurzweil. Transcendental Man

Truth and wisdom will never break the cage of individual perspective. M. Freeman

http://www.m0ar.org/

Certainly can relate to the Beez bum bill bee. Cell phones r killing me to. Perhaps something to do with time/space/neuromagnetic electric fields that we're not quite savvy to. The holographic nature of the universe wows and flutters eventually withers away at the electrical nature of life/reality/synapse. It's all around us All the time. NEVER any bandwidth silence in the invisible freuency ether wind. The BZZzzzzz is replaced with the hyperfax sounding (RYOJI IKEDA!!! RYOJI can heal with the most evil of poisons!!! RYOJI may be the most important composer since BAch/beethoven/Mozart/Wagner/Schoenberg/Cage/XENAKiS!!!!!! RYOJI may very will be our Salvation.RYOJI IKEDA!!!!) Haven't felt right in years. Ever since that hospital pager next to the gonads...since the wife purchased 'cell' prison phone. Ball n' chain...ever since the 'SmaartFone' has smartened me to the point of a sharp dullness like pain in the medulla. The reptilian brain begins to balk and default. Null becomes the easiest hack and the big Syntax Error of it all with the harsh analog Beep reminding us of how far we've come and how much we've lost in the process. ADApT or eXtIncTioN. Too far along to care for either. Transmogrification Avatar synthesizer play us one more pop song before the end.

Wonderful to know you old friend! Congrats on your second star child, (hope she's stardust and not the nosoul holographic dark matterÐë®gä©.

Other than my reading of shulgin I have no practical knowledge of your substance in query. Me, I've been illicit free since 2006, quit ETOH out of boredom last year...started backup lately also out of boredom. ***** I subscribe monthly to in order to tame the sabateur fifth columnist resting in the shadows of my will. Effective enough though life seems to flash by so quick...no luxerious slow time fer me (WE certainly took our fill of the old slow motion back in the day... Believe we were monsantobaby sububurban refugees turned hillbilly bohemian skyheads apeing as college students (give me that gentleman's B any day, practiced and well versed upon effortless effort.) I smoke marlboro blue with excellent results. My former asthma is near extinct with only a flashback or two caused by cats or family memories.

I have had a difficult three years health wise due to unknown ailment of skin upon the back of my neck/scalp. Multiple dermatologists and dozens of nasty failures of pharmecutical stabs in the dark I am left continually tormented. A sensation of 'out of place' pressure. THOUSANDS of ingrown hair. I have returned to an earlier technique of DIY surgery. Correcting some bad code written in sanskrit upon the noggin. Why? Numerous theories. Most sound being due to saxophone strap,hot head,pork pie hat issues. Most far out? Alien possesion of my flesh with soul terminating weaponry!! (Everyone thinks the invaders have to be 4'10 to 6'1".... No no no real tiny they can be. Not from OUT there either more like RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE NOW just transmigrated parallel like.) Sometimes I think lord above and the devil wagered bets upon my outcome like some modern JOB. All I really know is that I've learned to suffer well. Eh, but I ramble. Holla back atcha soon old buddha.

William Schafer Neural implants reboot update reset reboot update downloading new modules please enter user name password on 32 apps. Updating app information. Reboot. Please restart your computer enter user name and password. Password does not match usr name unknown. Modules updating OTA rim neural implants version 6.o.6 bundle 243....repeat cycle.meanwhile I stand here contemplating the sins of previous hacks and injections. Shouldn't of commited surgery upon myself. Synapses fraid unravelling. I smell ancient smells of the blessed past. Wake up to the stench a burning rotten vegetative dankness. Feel close to death and everything spirals metafiction. Reality? No some inner transmogrification. A forceful change for no reason. Paradigms flipper flipper flam. This life to be such a scam.the fink inside me is the fink God we succumb to in sarcastic negativity

Name: Application Control
GUID: ed7944aebd0c4ae2
Time: May 05, 2011 17:01:09
IvHS

http://soundcloud.com/basement-jaxx/basement-jaxx-the-ends

pynchonfiles.com

http://pynchonfiles.com/

Thomas R. Pynchon: Spermatikos Logos - A

http://www.themodernword.com/pynchon/

Kekule dreams the Great Serpent holding its own tail in its mouth, the dreaming Serpent which surrounds the World. But the meanness, the cynicism with which this dream is to be used. The Serpent that announces, 'The World is a closed thing, cyclical, resonant, eternally-returning,' is to be delivered into a system whose only aim is to violate the cycle. Taking and not giving back, demanding that ?productivity' and 'earnings' keep on increasing with time, the System removing from the rest of the World these vast quantities of energy to keep its own tiny desperate fraction showing a profit: and not only humanity--most of the world, animal, vegetable, and mineral, is laid to waste in the process. The System may or may not understand that it's only buying time. And that time is an artificial resource to begin with, of no value to anyone other than the system, which must sooner or later crash to its death, when it addiction to energy has become more than the rest of the World can supply, dragging with it innocent souls all along the chain of life."

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Abstract

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My pretty pinup girl.<3<3<3<3

pisode 26, p. 237/375:

Proverbs for Paranoids, 1: You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 1: Der Meister mag dir verborgen bleiben – doch seine Kreaturen kannst du kitzeln.

Episode 26, p. 241/381:
Proverbs for Paranoids, 2: The innocence of the creatures is in inverse proportion to the immorality of the Master.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 2: In der Arglosigkeit der Kreaturen spiegelt sich die Amoral des Meisters.

Episode 28, p. 251/397

Proverbs for Paranoids, 3: If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 3: Wem es gelingt, dir falsche Fragen einzureden, dem braucht auch vor der Antwort nicht zu bangen.

Episode 28, p. 262/412

Proverbs for Paranoids, 4: You hide, they seek.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 4: Du versteckst dich, sie suchen.

Episode 30, p. 292/459

Paranoids are not paranoids (Proverb 5) because they're paranoid, but because they keep putting themselves, fucking idiots, deliberately into paranoid situations.
Paranoiker sind Paranoiker nicht etwa (Sinnspruch 5), weil sie paranoisch wären, sondern weil sie sich, verdammte Idioten, andauernd vorsätzlich in paranoide Situationen begeben.

(in der offiziellen Übersetzung steht «freiwillig» für «deliberately»)

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Wind Word Windbrooke William Where Wormswood Wind howl bubbling Brooke Book Arrowhead park Wince Arcade Plaza Starlog Earth City Shotgun Solitaire Wagon Booking Brookings South Dakota Weather Will We or Won't

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Neo-impressionistic Surveillance

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Windbourne message speaking dust we shall return.....

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Cat Smiles with pleasure held within (poison poison deciet poison)

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Krypto UV

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Sleeping dreamer Awaken to dream within a dream. Unconciousness unhibited treasures material illusions All. The Wind is aching to take my sin and rejuvinate it as blessings to all. Space in between holographic atoms really....

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Southern Witchcraft

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Susie Schmidt 1976 playin doctor/nurse in the gun closet. Geli Tripping und Säure auf 'mindless pleasures'

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Marvin Bailey you've come a long way baby....

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Orpheus in Hades......(Now what was I supposed to be doing here?)

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Spectors unseen forcing the dissonant reality upon your icey perfection.....

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Feel the chill marble tortured to stillness

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Staring down the majoirity of American wealth owned by the upper .001 percent of our population. Tax loophole upperclass scum better start trickling down or an upleasant PAYUP will occur.

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My long lost great great uncle...(Where's my Money Pops?????)

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Master folk potter

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Geomagnetic art

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The Monkey Speaks his Mind. (Good luck with that...)

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