Re: [Nettime-ro] atacul d-soarelor

[integer@www.god-emil.dk]

>adresa femeilor.
>Fiind femeii s-ar putea sa nu ne incadram  nici in categoria donsoara nici 
>in categoria doamna, 
>ca asta este un mod de catalogare strict masculin, 

pt ca noi dominam toate universele - ca si-n ceruri asa si pe pamint
c-asa mi-o spus muma



>mod de catalogare

pffa. este f.plictisitor daca n-o iei razna prin tot catalogul.




>donsoara = nemaritata posibila sau  recomnadat sa fie virgina, 

sau prostituata. una sau alta - nimic intre.




>doamna = luata, detinuta, 

contesa. printesa. vrajitoare. papusa. baba cloanta.




>deja de... plus nuantari atasate de acesti termeni...
>Si daca nu te incadrezi cum sa accepti sa ti se adreseze cineva asa. 
>Este dreptul femei sa atraga atentia.

e - si noi dorim sa ne jucam cu cele mai frumoase + jucause papusi
deci care-i problema



>Ehei, domnilor, 

http://www.m9ndfukc.org/data/picz/izvorul.minunilor/bd.mov



>ce vremuri cand femeia traia ca sa se marite,

ma daaaaiii - nu-i problema - acum avem o gramada de papusi cit mai colorate si dezbracate
ca le uitam numele - asta da democratie - ne dam seama cine este dupa cum se dezvolta discutia




>;)))
>si este legat de atacuri la dresa biserici, care zice ca femeia trebuie sa 
>se casatoreasca, sa faca copii ca sa se mantuiasca, 
>putem dezvolta discutia


... mda. 
de fapt este un atack impotriva barbatului pt ca pina si pe dumnezeu
tot barbatul l-a creat ... da' daca femeia mai dezolta un pic discutia 
s-ar putea sa realizeze ca ea l-a creat pe barbat ... si el pe ea
asa ca ... `biserica` ne indica ca ar fi bine sa dezvoltam discutia 
mai departe si sa nu uitam de sarea-n bucate ...




\\ 8th world salt symposium


[may be utilised to enable [and disable].
both proportionately relevant.]

-- Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. You can't
solve a problem with the same kind of thinking that created it--



... . . ... . . another important matter to consider is the 'depth' command.

... .. ..  .. . .. . .. when 01 constructs a fog, the depth of the world
flattens to the message board revealing the indefinite delay of 01 else's
flight.

Due to fog.
When 01 constructs a fog, 01 wishes 01 else to stay.

.. . . . ........ . ..consequences?

01 can even go as far as to distort \ warp an image of the world, generating
complex layers in the process. enveloping 01 else.

. .. . . .... the constructed layers slow reality down to 0.56 fps. the moments
of fog expand. the expansion is not exclusively temporal. the layers
automatically generate various objects, materializing as elaborately fabricated
gifts to 01else.

01 else unwraps the objects. 


1x mayan teapot
1x nail clippers
1x autumn leaf in formaldehyde
1x alive miniature ferret
1x analog pixel
1x rose of Jericho

unfolding. shrinking. expanding and tumbling.

01else spits in the rose. the rose opens up. slowly. slower still, it changes
colour. slower still, it performs edge detection. gently, it reaches the limits.
the atmosphere changes. slower still, growing beyond. broadcasting messages to
multiple objects, demanding to expand through them. growing.growing.growing.

... . . .  . . . .. 

In a world of silent communication she thrives. the uncrowned queen of
lassitude. 

I am the queen of passion. she screams.
. . I am the queen of curves. 
...... I am the queen.

.. . ..... a transparent or semi-transparent object appears. 
The rose grew so thin. so very thin. its genes dispersed over multiple .bio
forms. .nonexistent forms. .almostexistent forms. the rose is barely visible,
but slowly, it reaches the queen.

I want to be cloned. the rose whispered.
I want to grow invisibly in several dimensions.  i want to become fog.
so thick, so very thick that 01 else cannot escape.

01 else reads a book. The fog lingering around the letters. introducing new
patterns. new words, sentences, stories. stories within stories. 01 else waits
impatiently, watching the screen, waiting for the indefinite to shrivel into a
rational unit. 01, waiting equally impatiently for 01 else to turn around and
decide to stay, stands up and proclaims: 

..... . .. ...... it is logical that the illogical should contradict the
illogical.

When the statement proves to be lacking the desired effect, 01 returns to 01s
objects. the rose, an especially malleable subject. prone to corruption. 

... . . .. ... . one more spit, and the rose grows further.

.. . ........ . . .. ....... . . now reaching the queen's toes. 

wiggling, twisting in its transparency, the rose gestures, in rose sign
language. slowly.

the queen reaches for her dictionary and reads:

Life has more executive value than mere survival. 01 else does not know life. 01
else knows survival. 01 else's otiose attempts to mutate have not been
successful. I want to xenotransplant an xx lf cell into 01 else. How do I
extract the lethal rose virus, a crucial part of xx lf's survival? I don't want
to hurt 01 else -  but the virus might prove lethal.

8th world salt symposium, says the queen, hurriedly and clumsily signing in rose
language. she leaves the scene. falling asleep as soon as she touches the
heavily starched bed covers.

She disappears from 01 world and ventures to another.


The semi-transparent rose of Jericho transmits the message to its uncurled
tentacles. 8th world salt symposium. 8th world salt symposium. 8th world salt
symposium. 8th world salt symposium. 

The uncurling of the rose's foggy tentacles seems to take as long as the
irrational indefinite delay that 01 else experiences watching the flight delay
screen.

At the moment that 01 else reaches the 8th chapter of the book, the tentacles
slowly begin signing to 01. whispering really, in microscopic gestures: 8th
world salt symposium. 8th world salt symposium. 8th world salt symposium. 8th
world salt symposium.

Bluebirds speeding up from 01 else's book. the book disintegrates in a swarm of
miniature cars racing over particles of salt, scattered over the airport,
falling from numerous sacks of chips, salted sticks, smoki and a variety of
sandwiches.

A scientist in his snow-white lab coat appears from the far end escalator. The
bluebirds freeze for a moment. Roaring their insect-like-sounding engines, they
invade the semi-transparent tentacles of the still signing rose, spitting large
amounts of fuel onto its fibres. Salty fuel. The rose cramps shrinking and
expanding at the same time, catapulting the bluebirds towards the lab-coated
scientist. in panic, he drops his sack, and spills the world's most precious
salt particles. Fresh from the 8th world salt symposium. 

01 watches 01 else wondering in disbelief. The miniature bluebird swarm wrapped
in semi-transparent rose tentacles, those wrapped in fog, seemingly slowing down
reality on this utterly boring airport, making it somehow smear itself onto
itself, enveloping the data appearing on the screens and stretching them into
infinity. All of them licking the salt from the 8th world salt symposium.
Licking each other. The salt extracts the xx lf from the rose, the bluebirds
driving over the virus. Over and over again. xx lf glistening on the surface of
the semi transparent rose. Virus free, but alive. salt replacing the virus. self
replicating into other xx lf cells

01, following the rose's signing instructions, collects the xx lf into a syringe
crawls under the bench. 01 else feels 01's tongue on the back side of 01 else's
knee. warm, wet and slow, irrationally slow. slower than the changes on the
delay board. 01 else shuts the 2 eyes and dissolves. suddenly, 01's tongue felt
like a needle, probing 01 else's back side of the knee, returning to the warmth
and wetness before 01 else manages to react. And 01 else dismisses the moment as
.nonexistent. 

The saltiness spreads from the back of 01 else's knee through both bodies. 01
body licking 01 else's body assimilating. From one cell to another. Osmotically
consuming the salt, the crystals, the liquids. Both bodies slowly vibrating,
slower still moving towards a state of permanent oscillation.


01 else restarts or shuts down the computer and turns around.














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