reality

In the network age. beyond chaos and nexus. where the image is more true than reality. we claim to understand this. all the time saying that the 'fish will be the last to understand the substance of water'. here when an image is made, the act calls for the participation of ancestors and posterity.

Is it not best then to obscure meaning and message into layers of uselessness. and hope all the time that complete randomness will help bring forth the real self. because all else has been overtaken by the 'ford'ist world. mass produced. FULL STOP . i may not be making sense but i sure hoped i would.

[trial -1]

information, washout

help help help help.

I have already been documented,. and anything i say already understood, i can not be dreaming and doing anything that could make me Me.

no connotations, engaging in any information, it ll useless. People say it for me. it is

melt

free my life. tied in a constant whining and a strange, incomplete awareness of the self and its actions.

I am unable to extend thought or imagination beyond some basic syllabyic pointers. Stuck in a circle where all signs point in different directions, these places where i want to go but, are unerachable as the circle has no exit.
And as i get more aware of the banality and uselessness, cheesyness of these words they become home hatable, restricting all further correspondence i plan with this sheet of white memory holding scrap whose other side was once important to me.

it is strange how objects held to remind you of a moment fail you by becoming distant and thus degrading the memory you had attached to them.

Also assumung the fact all the words and thought i read never seep into my mind or help to uplift the state of my concious ness. the words coming out are always the same personla ramblings with no thought-content, no background, concept, structure or meaning.

it is a looped up tape, and the only way to knwo when to stop, is to let the ice melt.