Here we lay you spread before you circularly mimicking you on IoT streets for edged Self-driven Desire
your consent, your lament your augmentation, your inclination and we feast, oh how we feast on telling ourselves we know you by the data epithelia shed
from the grease from your yeasting gist It’s an extra spectacle folks line right up, spread your wings read all digits about it
out of the crunchy gates of the grinder and the scraping strides from the strigilis off of the crispy biome’s six-legged branches of life
through those mirrors of cracked skin and the data spilling from it we have yet to be fooled to be off our bionic drip
in and to the bumblebee’s kingdom of young grass and orange honeysuckle following the drops of dew of an early morning drizzle
if Jessica finds more humanity in surreal associations, in wordplay rhythmic layers and shaped smells of synesthesia unlocked
then in the “serious” form of social banter and event analysis geopolitical tension and debasements marketing vices, bros, viragos and vitriol
more echoes of humane dialog in automated stringing of said words, round-up median insights transmediated identities and multimodalities
then dismissed-expertise single bubble echo chatter of the in-crowds, the established, the certified, the reported and critiqued
more comfort in posting, scrolling swiping, tagging, liking, hosting filming, capturing, faking, digi-roasting, phishing, ghosting,
then in the tie ‘n’ white shirts and meticulous three piece chess board high brows Glenfiddich and transnational cachet wines
if more then and only then —as if— does she live in a rich world if only Jessica could share the sunset tinkle on her left arm’s skin from her treehouse lair,
silently sounding playful smile lounging at the Excastra Albopilosa fluffy bird-like dropping
Are we obsessively looking up and distracted by counting meals on the ceiling, dripping ocularly from last night’s bigbang? That one there sticking cornerly —gobbled up by the overflight of pla(i)n(e) air— has been my best so far. It is its attention in orbit that curves the fabric that some think to deny with fear of tripping over the utensils and interbellum sorbet spoons. It’s hanging out, you say? I could beg the differ yet have no idea what that would look like.
And then there is the space junk messing up mummy’s table cloth. “Oh why is she the sun in my eyes?” “Yes,” she retorted, “there is chaos in the milk, surely, we confide in the softness of the onlooker’s chair while hinting at its aftertaste.” Such is the simulation of sustenance:
virtual air brightens a blue sky hiding the horror of passing gas clouds reminiscent of wars of stars and planets. Their song of the orbs is polarity flattened to B minor and ellipsed by the sun spun spider’s spatula and flairs of burning plasma over a sunny side up egg.
“Dinner time!” a celestial voice calls the children to the table. “It’s all in good ending,” strung-voiced grandpa with a second breathe of youth preceding his last supper crossed out on the bucket list as an article written in a subscription-based peer-reviewed journal, given access to by syndication via translation into Brabantian dialect with Japanese overtones.
And, and, yes, and when the star busts widespread distribution, it can be guaranteed across multiple corners of the cosmos –shared across the heaven’s outlets, scraped into a set of promising data sets to be soon hacked by quantum de-anonymization.
Let him, that is grandpa’s bucket list, mind you, not deny the automated pattern recognition of teeth set into sentences styled by the finger fiddling baby playing with her food particles. “Dada, moomo gougu, iiiii!” having been awarded the highest probability for appearing preceding the fall of Rome and applesauce from said sad ceiling.
As a moment of contemplation the family beneath the falling dishes, sat scraping past worlds from celestial canvases overhead. “At least we are still here,” whispered auntie Bess enclosing the final stage of this ceremonious phase. “Dig in, identify, take in and digitize!” announced the digesting head at the table.
–animasuri’24
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It’s a blender, a pincer, no, a hose, a hoe, who’s a tinfoil hat surely with a probe, a drill, an angling toy, a thingie for the soil
observant’s earth’s world’s reality: by cleaving into it we measure it? if the universe invented the gaze.
where love is neighbored by exploitation as spillover desire where care is marbled with ferociousness
our skull’s garden to occupy a crust to extract as a model in designer tools built to debuild
a stone to lift, is one to prophesize upon parts as constructionist decomposition hardened by trembling us into acceptance
there lie the inner worlds I created transitional dimensions to be nurtured pruned, released or quietly dealt with
there creep the peeping and eagerness to control what is being built in there to aid refitting to your gospel here
to house the asylum intracranially and codify the norm, map, correlates, and timber that imagined maple tree
and water a sprout and unlock a muscle and extend a mind
you can measure what I think uncontrollably transcode anatomically and reduce to words mechanically
yet, when will you measure what you olfactorily mean to me?
—animasuri’24
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Not the more it reads not only a book or a post or a newsflash
not only another virtual world or yet another kind (of) stranger, passing by,
and their view on today’s weather, the mundane or the political landscape
nor who they who wonder who on earth, as wise owls, who its readership could be, who
rather the profounder i read with others, the confounder the read,
and am being read by others, The Confounders, as mediators, in a metaphysical meet
knowingly, partly, differently, surely, desirably, fully unnecessary, and not,
and, the more we could become:
outwardly silent inwardly tumultuously, unlocked yet not unhinged
rigorous and organized focused and diversified confidently doubtful, yet caring
not necessarily knowledgable yet more aware of what we are not aware of
what we each were, are, might not be refined(,) yet toward
what richness in relating with others we still have to learn from note-taking preceding turning to dust
The Read, that finite aspiration That Rosetta Stone projected That Babel bubbling brook
the whisper of a common endearing shared life:
a distributed ping of a finger tip and information packages in a hug from their eyes:
it is it that scrapes you at the sedentary bottom of your riverbed
yet it’s i who reads you: do you read?
—animasuri’24
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Wonder is while extensive extensively challenged censored, ridiculed until claimed kaput
it is
extrinsically debased, fought as frivolous flâneuring or excommunicated to pampered youth
it is
It is intrinsically tickled, harvested and fermented as kefir flowers overwhelming the milk jar
it is
wonder as life has a way to bloom disautomated, in the aridest of mechanical deserts
it is
as that brain occurring in the cosmos with likelihood of monkey’s Shakespeare and yet
it is
wonder as key welcoming entrance glimpses onto the limen of the real
I wonder: is it
—animasuri’24
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