beyond the valley of capsules

a beautiful dream

2008-02-02T21:27:00.000+01:00

Hey, look at this nude. A friend saw this photo, and he fell in love with my model. He wanted to be introduced to her, and wouldn't take no for an answer. I said to him: "Come round, she's at my place". And I showed him...the girl: it was a plaster model of the Venus de Milo. Do you think it's the camera that does that?

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the desiring machines

2008-01-31T21:29:00.000+01:00

It is at work everywhere, functioning smoothly at times, at other times in fits and starts. It breathes, it heats, it eats. It shits and fucks. What a mistake to have ever said the id. Everywhere it is machines-real ones, not figurative ones: machines driving other machines, machines being driven by other machines, with all the necessary couplings and connections. An organ-machine is plugged into an energy-source-machine: the one produces a flow that the other interrupts. The breast is a machine that produces milk, and the mouth~machine coupled to it. The mouth of the anorexic wavers between several functions: its possessor is uncertain as to whether it is an eating-machine, an anal machine, a talking-machine, or a breathing machine (asthma attacks). Hence we are all handymen: each with his little machines. For every organ-machine, an energy-machine

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open up

2008-01-19T12:21:00.000+01:00

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holes in the macadam

2008-01-19T12:18:00.000+01:00

Yes, the time of the great rains is come; behold, the gutter-pipes vomit their drippings on to the pavements, with a song of many waters, and the horse-dung lies fermenting in the puddles that fill the holes in the macadam with a coffee-coloured fluid; everywhere, for the humble wayfarer, are foot-baths full to overflowing.

Under the lowering sky, in the dull air, the walls of the houses drip black sweat and the cellar-openings stink; loathing of life is strong within the soul and the spleen is a torment to the flesh; the seeds of filthiness that every man has in his heart begin to bud; cravings for foul pleasures trouble the austerest and in the brain of respectable folks criminal desires spring up.

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in secret

2008-01-12T22:47:00.000+01:00

with nothing afire

2008-01-12T22:26:00.001+01:00

it is a robust world, and such
a robust earth and not afire, pivoted
nowhere to stare
out magnificently, and with a roaring glaze
at daylight which robustly
inward cannot fall, nor ever shall my heart,

it is too robust were a face
off either to trap in to pincer by, yet my own great
dread should not ever fail, I have far
too nerve for this, it is yet ever rancid default
intransigence and to floods out
far to cheapen real death even laced
in brain with piss coke-mash not a word breaks
near to even against this I ever will
pivot to stare and collide
with nothing afire, we must never triumph,
you must never either

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and then... like magic

2008-01-09T21:50:00.001+01:00

I don't see at all.......the patterns are generally................this kind................and eh............I could easily see that..................................... eh................we're getting some kind of symmetry.........i might..... eh...... stretch this half a bit..........perhaps a straighter line in......here............and then eh........... i found that later on.......................I put it in three dimensions.............and then like magic.............................can i see that again?

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a silent aquarium

2008-01-03T23:10:00.000+01:00

A crayfish defence system depends on the tiny hairs that cover the surface of its body. They function in much the same way as the hairs inside the cochlea of the body of a human ear, detecting extremely faint, almost inaudible sounds that may be the hungry turtle. The odd part of the story is that these hairs won't work if there's too much silence. Put a crayfish in a silent aquarium, add a turtle and it gets eaten, but add some random background noise to simulate the crackling and popping, we can hear on underwater recordings made with hydrophones and the crayfish escapes.

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making me grow old

2008-01-01T22:36:00.001+01:00

I had a dream,... a long time ago... before I had achieved anything professionally... I dreamt I was in the cinema, watching a movie with an audience... and suddenly I realized I was aging rapidly... growing horribly old as I sat there... It was the movie that was doing it... I had caught some kind of disease from the movie and it was making me grow old... bringing me closer and closer to death... I got terrified... and look at me now... Look where I am now... you see?... the dream has come true...

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an ingenious sleep-switch

2008-01-01T13:46:00.001+01:00

His other amusement was watching the TV. He’d devised an ingenious sleep-switch, receiving its signal from two electrodes placed on the inner skin of his forearm. When Fergus dropped below a certain level of awareness, the skin resistance increased over a preset value to operate the switch. Fergus thus became an extension of the TV set.

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like a thai buddha

2007-12-31T12:55:00.001+01:00

.....theres fucking complex geometrical patterns movingin synchronous order through the air all around you in 3 dimensional space and it's like their arteries except theres not blood pumping through them theres fucking lights, pulsating lights with no boundries and you can'treally understand it and there's an alien communicating with me, theres a dude who looks sort like a thai Buddha except he's made entirely of energy and theres no outline to him, he's just one thing and he's concentrating on {incomprehensible} and he's trying to tell me

not to give in to astonishment, just relax and try to experience this and I'm like you gotta be fucking shitting me. It's just insane cause theres like a beat going woo doop woo doop woo doop and theres all these fucking complex patterns moving around and this guys (buddha) is looking at me in the eye and I am fucking freaking out.....

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