Stories Elsewhere
FICTION
“Sleepy Joe” at Infinite Matrix.
“To Lie Between the Loins of Perky Pat” at Dark Carnival.
NONFICTION
“The Egos at Id” at Wired.
FICTION
“Sleepy Joe” at Infinite Matrix.
“To Lie Between the Loins of Perky Pat” at Dark Carnival.
NONFICTION
“The Egos at Id” at Wired.
This is awesome. “to lie between the loins of perky pat.” I am 5 minutes into this one and can tell it’s pretty good, even though my attention span for reading isn’t the best anymore. The moon and the child are one, this much I know from experience with the counter-intuitive. The reason, one might describe, is how mind over matter works to influence evolution on every level and every dimension.
When one fixates on an emotion or raw conceptual object enough, it loses it’s meaning because it becomes so abstract it will eventually reach outside normality and acceptable Earth polarities of conceptual reasoning, standards of interface and duality, and consensus based logistics. That is the nature of being ahead of one’s time.
I see entropy as the biggest boogie man of all. Chaos works because of this mechanism, in my own perception, which I define as a process which separates asymmetric units of measurement into symmetries. This breaks standards of convention, and set patterns of logic is displaced. The number one is a huge psychological underpinning of the brain, as Scientist Carl Sagan has enlighten me.
But math isn’t really my poetry either…. Fantasy means more to me. The imagination is the most powerful thing of all. It creates compound interest, if we look at what begot what. As a wise woman once told me, “It is the infant’s desire and intention to suckle wish causes the nipple to spout,” you see. This is why I like big butts on women, and consequently, I cannot lie……
My verbosity goes unexplained, as usual. I just chase that wind……..
Oh, yeah you lived in SF. I like this place. I am like this character. Except I sacrificed more innocence in order to have more affection from my “peers.” But we are all peers, regardless of the illusion of self.
I love this story. And a scanner darkly is one of my favorites……….
I think Bill Hicks, Philp K. Dick, Carl Sagan, the birds, the sun, the moon, yep, even Gordon and “g(anja) man” are all saying that in their own poetic way. All for one and one for all, I think, therefore, I am, anthropic principle.
We are all here for each other. The combine do not love themselves, because they are, what one might interpret, too as reptilian in nature. But death is an illusion, and the trail of tears goes on for the oppressed. They must be shown unconditional love and compassion, otherwise, the error of war and S&M fixations will continue to perpetuate throughout all forms of time and space dualities….
Even those that totally contradict others……. That is the nature of harnessing the one energy, as I have collected, but I could possible be wrong, in that I’ve missed some intrinsic aspect of this particular mechanism… I understand about .00000000000000001% of the mystery so far……. quite exquisite we are. We can never die, no matter how hard the trail runs, and how far into the abyss we go, even past the life of humanity itself…. that tiny reflection of the whole……
Ha ha, a purple pill. Red pill, Blue pill. 5 dimensional telepathy. Nice…
political revolution vs more of the same. I also take the purple pill. I have actually said this for a while now, so it is being manifested as an residual conceptual echo in the Zeitgeist, communicated, of course, subliminally. The old fashioned Jedi way….
My dna has a hole in it. It absorbs all spectrum of light, even that which is unseen…..
A star burning in the abyss. A white hole, black whole duality, and another example of 5d telepathy. I don’t understand time that well, or the super-conscious, but I understand how I am being led around by a spirit in me that has been the product of thousands of focal points of manifested anthropomorphic divinity. And I’m like everyone else. I’m even the beggar that you “turn the other cheek” towards, even in this identity. I have been on the streets willingly for thousands of years as a sign for all, and against all. So many signs demanding Law and Order…. hm. but I have no mouth, and I must scream. I will flux through all identities, because I will never be filtered out of the system. I am a permanent virus called life which emerges from “zero.” I am therefore, one. My mechanism is reciprocity; the law of the jungle itself.
Law and Order is certainly a ride I’m getting tired of. The mountains are not big enough to echo my despair of the rectangle fixated human world, and all it’s dull polarities. I want to see space and more organic worlds, full of creative sentient beings who know what imagination is. The morality of our culture depends on the arts and poetry. Do not let our culture grow stagnate, and die. Video games are so terribly slow to develop with this dog eat dog, pit one against the other, divide and conquer, world operation. I would be surprised if episode 3 did came out in time before the collapse; that’s the biggest socially engineered depression in history I’m referring to, that exists as a very real potentiality in my mind, due to certain nihilistic fixations of those we put into power.
But it’s cool, because Gordon gave us a chance to reflect on what our aims should really be. Love.
Red, blue, alchemy. Gender, roles, nature. Asexuality, purity, genes. Genome, engineer, error, weak, species, eugenics. Reptilian, enmity, woman, heel, serpent, head, crushed. …… Key, life, water.
decode it if you wish…..
LOL, quack quack.
Wow, that G(anja) man is really awesome. Philip, was his name? A mystery deeper than the void itself. I haven’t read his stuff. I like a scanner darkly. I’m also a Harlan Ellison fan. So I’m a complete lunatic, anyway, good story. Reminds me of “Super-toys last all summer long.”
Thanks, DemonG, it’s almost like you were blogging the story as you read it.
Yeah, I was, actually
Hm, now I get to tell all my friends how my hero pwned me.