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P03M5

And on a completely different note, This should be around for some time to come...

performance at SoundEye 2008

3 July 2008
at The Other Place, Cork Ireland
SoundEye Festival
filmed by Daniel Ereditario

download video here (25min, 51MB)

July 19: Happy Birthday Tom Raworth

A Sectarian Stilt for Tom Raworth

I've belief that from a plane
upon a wrecked green angle,
like in zoom did you then ouais
shut that scoping aromatic abs
traction of a glove all soaked
back across from those pictures
of a day/glo spangling dagger fa
ding up: hey collect real fist in
da bodacious horizontal gleam'f
a horde'f invisible christians,
and steady didst thou march with
out anything but just the few
things ya'd steady marcheth to,
at what cannot present the fear
that wholly eats the day alive.

June 17, 2008
Providence

A Sphere Done Right: the Oceanide's Vision

PANTHEA
And from the other opening in the wood
Rushes, with loud and whirlwind harmony,
A sphere, which is as many thousand spheres;
Solid as crystal, yet through all its mass
Flow, as through empty space, music and light;
Ten thousand orbs involving and involved,
Purple and azure, white, green and golden,
Sphere within sphere; and every space between
Peopled with unimaginable shapes,
Such as ghosts dream dwell in the lampless deep;
Yet each inter-transpicuous; and they whirl
Over each other with a thousand motions,
Upon a thousand sightless axles spinning,
And with the force of self-destroying swiftness,
Intensely, slowly, solemnly, roll on,
Kindling with mingled sounds, and many tones,
Intelligible words and music wild.
With mighty whirl the multitudinous orb
Grinds the bright brook into an azure mist
Of elemental subtlety, like light;
And the wild odor of the forest flowers,
The music of the living grass and air,
The emerald light of leaf-entangled beams,
Round its intense yet self-conflicting speed
Seem kneaded into one aërial mass
Which drowns the sense. Within the orb itself,
Pillowed upon its alabaster arms,
Like to a child o'erwearied with sweet toil,
On its own folded wings and wavy hair
The Spirit of the Earth is laid asleep,
And you can see its little lips are moving,
Amid the changing light of their own smiles,
Like one who talks of what he loves in dream.

IONE
'Tis only mocking the orb's harmony.

PANTHEA
And from a star upon its forehead shoot,
Like swords of azure fire or golden spears
With tyrant-quelling myrtle overtwined,
Embleming heaven and earth united now,
Vast beams like spokes of some invisible wheel
Which whirl as the orb whirls, swifter than thought,
Filling the abyss with sun-like lightnings,
And perpendicular now, and now transverse,
Pierce the dark soil, and as they pierce and pass
Make bare the secrets of the earth's deep heart;
Infinite mine of adamant and gold,
Valueless stones, and unimagined gems,
And caverns on crystalline columns poised
With vegetable silver overspread;
Wells of unfathomed fire, and water-springs
Whence the great sea even as a child is fed,
Whose vapors clothe earth's monarch mountain-tops
With kingly, ermine snow. The beams flash on
And make appear the melancholy ruins
Of cancelled cycles; anchors, beaks of ships;
Planks turned to marble; quivers, helms, and spears,
And gorgon-headed targes, and the wheels
Of scythèd chariots, and the emblazonry
Of trophies, standards, and armorial beasts,
Round which death laughed, sepulchred emblems
Of dead destruction, ruin within ruin!
The wrecks beside of many a city vast,
Whose population which the earth grew over
Was mortal, but not human; see, they lie,
Their monstrous works, and uncouth skeletons,
Their statues, homes and fanes; prodigious shapes
Huddled in gray annihilation, split,
Jammed in the hard, black deep; and over these,
The anatomies of unknown wingèd things,
And fishes which were isles of living scale,
And serpents, bony chains, twisted around
The iron crags, or within heaps of dust
To which the tortuous strength of their last pangs
Had crushed the iron crags; and over these
The jagged alligator, and the might
Of earth-convulsing behemoth, which once
Were monarch beasts, and on the slimy shores,
And weed-overgrown continents of earth,
Increased and multiplied like summer worms
On an abandoned corpse, till the blue globe
Wrapped deluge round it like a cloke, and they
Yelled, gasped, and were abolished; or some God,
Whose throne was in a comet, passed, and cried,
Be not! and like my words they were no more.

- Shelley, Prometheus Unbound, Act 4, Lines 236-318 (1819)

The Contents of a Tubular Design

Ashes of Pringles can designer buried in his work
Jun 2 12:19 PM US/Eastern

CINCINNATI (AP) - The man who designed the Pringles potato crisp packaging system was so proud of his accomplishment that a portion of his ashes has been buried in one of the iconic cans.

Fredric J. Baur, of Cincinnati, died May 4 at Vitas Hospice in Cincinnati, his family said. He was 89.

Baur's children said they honored his request to bury him in one of the cans by placing part of his cremated remains in a Pringles container in his grave in suburban Springfield Township. The rest of his remains were placed in an urn buried along with the can, with some placed in another urn and given to a grandson, said Baur's daughter, Linda Baur of Diamondhead, Miss.

Baur requested the burial arrangement because he was proud of his design of the Pringles container, a son, Lawrence Baur of Stevensville, Mich., said Monday.

Baur was an organic chemist and food storage technician who specialized in research and development and quality control for Cincinnati-based Procter & Gamble Co.

Baur filed for a patent for the tubular Pringles container and for the method of packaging the curved, stacked chips in the container in and it was granted in 1970, P&G archivist Ed Rider said.

Baur retired from P&G in the early 1980s.


Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

Source - thanks Haley

Full Audio Recording

Sunday May 11 2008 - Brown University - McCormack Family Theater - but we used the wrong microphone so most of it is distorted and not worth it unless you simply must: Listen Here (48.5 MB; 35 minutes)

Video Draft - May 14

Thanks to Openned for screening this at the Foundry in London on May 14, for which occasion it was put together. Download (30MB) or view below:

there be reason

4 the varyant spellinge

The Argument

The Death of Pringle,

in which is related the Discursive Alignment of the Battlefield to Come. Our Story takes place in the Environs of Southern California’s Salton Sea, a World unto itself, where a Party of Alchemical Topologists and Real Bureaucrats have Launched an Imperial Scheme for World Domination. With the Power of a Mysterious 4-Dimensional Dust, an Infinite Research Grant, and a Fortified Lab Complex, these Imperial Mother Fuckers have acquired a Total Copy of Washington DC’s own Sonny Bono Memorial Park, binding it to the Interior of a Transparent Virtual Reality Sphere, and accessing, by means of this Chamber, a Fundament giving Real Physique to Architectures once Spectral. And the Roll of the Great Plan continues. A Synthetic Atmosphere of Electro-Magnetized Dust is to be installed over and around the Sea, hermetically priming this Zone for Discrete Terraformalization. Upon the Accumulation of Power to the Critical Degree, it is the Vile Mother Fuckers' Intention to Sublimate the Transparent Sphere’s Outputs into the Ontological Function of the Atmospheric Dust, saturating the newly Truncated Sky with the Pure Stuff of the Virtual. The Entire Region becomes the Augmented Total Copy of the Sonny Bono Memorial Park, scaled up Two Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty One Times its Actual Size. The Sea is converted into the Park’s Kentucky Bluegrass when the Mother Fuckers fill it full of Rotting Meat and let it grow its Own, such that this One Celestial Seed, bound in its Glowing Atmospherics, cuts its Ties to the Earth to Ever Propagate the Long Aether. The People, whom the Mother Fuckers have Tempted into Passive Alignment with Indefinite Free Lunch, must tend for Eternity the Park’s Banal Landscaping. And so goes the Evil Plan, but not unchallenged. A Pringle vested with the Power of Speech has Freed itself from the Lab Fortress, being one Pringle who has undergone Purchase and Storage, Stocked in the Laboratory as an Object of Experiment. Upon Escape, the Free Pringle brings News of the Imperial Machinations to the People. The Poets welcome this Talking Commodity and attend to its Speech; but the People, blinded by the Ease of their Freedom, fail to Listen to this Piece of their Food. It is thus that the Fate of the Commons and Autonomy itself is an Imperative Function of the Efficacy of the Poets’ Song. Will their Lyrics be well enough Advanced to Hijack the Technoitopian Scheming of the Imperial Regime? Can a Pringle really DIE?

re the Dust

The Man Who Grew a Finger

Announcing...

Enlightenment Song (Declaration of Evil)

//Instrumental Version //

Mother Fuckers:
IF WE'LL NOT FLATTEN CHIPS,
TILL WE DO SOMETHING DUMB,
LIKE CHOKE ON THE DIP,
WE SHLD SCRAP OUR DILEMMA,
WE SHLD FEED ON THEIR QUIPS,
WE SHLD USE THIS HERE INFINITE
GRANT, 2 EXTEND THE NUMB
STRENGTH OF OUR HOLD,
GET SOME GEOMETRIC REACH.

Lou-Ellen of the People; Boot Stomp Reprise

Lou-Ellen of the People:
OH THAT SONG, IT BE A RINGER, ‘N
I’VE NO DOUBT ITS TUNE WILL LINGER.
BUT WE DON’T NEED TO MAKE A MESS,
OF OUR FREE LUNCH ~ SO I CONFESS:
I WOULD RATHER SIT ‘N SING ABOUT
OUR DIGESTING BLESSINGS, THAN
REPEAT THOSE AWFUL LYRICS,
THEM SECULAR DIGRESSIONS.
WE NEED THE MUSIC IN OUR BONES,
‘BOUT THAT THERE AINT NO QUESTION,
BUT IF WE DO WHAT THAT SONG SAID,
IT MIGHT CHANGE OUR COMPLEXION!

Pringle:
HOLY SHIT THE BED, I PRINGLE SAID ~
THAT LOU-ELLEN WITH HER POPULARITY’S
GONE ‘N WAY-LAID THE FREE SPIRIT.
LISTEN HOW THE PEOPLE CRY ‘N DROOL
AMEN N2 THEIR PLATES OF FRIES!
FUCKING HELL! WE'RE GONNA LOSE!

The Poets to the People; Lunch Buffet Country Radio Boot Stomp Intervention

Poets
     IF THEM LABS, ALL STILTED,
THO A FUR PIECE YONDER,
BE THE PRIMARY VACUUM
OF THE SHIT THAT WE’VE NOTED
MOST THE PEOPULACE AIN’T GOT,
HAVING MUCH LESS PONDERED,
WE SHLD TAKE A LONG WALK
ROUND THE PIER GOING FROM
THERE 2 HERE AND REDISTRIBUTE
ALL THE SHIT WE CAN GET, LIKE
THE SOURCE OF STREAMING QUA
LITATIVE SPIT WHERE GROWS CRITIQUE.

Pringle
YO POETS, CHECK IT OUT:
THE PEOPLE’VE ALL STOPPED
EATING; THEY BANG IN TIME
THEIR SPORKS UPON THE PLANES
OF PURE FORMICA. METHINKS
THEY WISH YR SONG BE KEPT
A-SUNG. GOOD WORK! BUT HARK,
WHO’S THIS? POPULAR LOU-ELLEN?
DOTH RISE HER VOICE ON LIQUID
STILTS, 2 QUELL THE PEOPLES’ WILL?
OH SHIT: SHE’S GOT THE INSTRUMENTAL!

Ode to Beauty Sapped

     TAKE HEED THE RISING ABSENCE
OF WHAT WAS THE TEMPER'D FLUSH,
OF THIS YOUR CHEEK, WHOSE
TASTE AND TEXTURE WE HAVE
SAMPLED AND CAN DULY NOTE
THE FLUSH’S DEVIATION FROM
THE CHARM WITH WHICH DID
ONCE IT CALIBRATE OUR SENSES,
MAKING IT IDEAL FOR SIMPLE
THINGS LIKE KISSES, OR PER
CEIVING FINITE GLINTS OF THAT
WHICH ONCE WAS SELF-CONT
AINED, BUT NOW REFLECTS IN
AWFUL WAYS THE TOTAL GLARE,
THE ABSTRACT SWAY, OF THE
EMPIRICAL MOTHER FUCKERS,
AND MOST, THEIR AUTOMATED
LUSTING MAKES OF WHAT WAS
JUST POSSESSED BY U, NOW
BUT A SPOIL, RAVISH’D, IN SOME
TUPPERWARE PYRAMID STASHED
BENEATH A LASER-GUIDED PILLOW,
FAKING TEETH 4 EXTRA ASSETS:
WHAT’S BEEN WRONGLY TAKEN
MUST BE RIGHTLY GOTTEN BACK!

Pringle Drives its Message Home

               ... THE DOPE
IT GOES THAT NO-1 KNOWS
THE MOTHER FUCKERS
GOT THE DUST, OR THAT
THAT STUFF’S THE REASON
4 THEIR ISO-EXAORATING
HYPO-THRUST. 4 WHAT IT’S
WORTH, I ~ THE CHIP, FEAR
THE MOTHER FUCKERS OUAIS
2 SLICK 2 LIKE A BIG DOG UP
AND DEPOSIT, ALL OF THEIR
FUNDAMENTALS N2 JUST THIS
1 CHIPPED DISH. & SO ENDS
THIS PLOT-INITIALIZING NEWS
QUIP BY ME ~ THE CRISP.

Re the Rise of the Transparent Sphere

Poets
LOOK AT THAT! ~ IT’S GOT A PULSE!
LIVE ON THEIR SCREENS, OH
THE GLITTERING TRANSPARENCY
OF THE SPHERE, HYPER-LOADING
FROM SOME SPRINGS
LIKE INVISIBLE WINGS,
HOVERING JUST ABOVE
THE WATER ON ITS VERY
OWN ACCORD. SWEEPING SPRAYS
OF DBL CLICKS EMIT
A SWARMING CREST
OF WHITE EMBLAZONED
GLOVES, OH TERRIBLE HERALDING
ARMS OF THE FORTRESS’ GARB, WHOAH!

Gyspy Theme

There's no gypsies in the Poem, but the tune is the backdrop for a spoken exchange between the People and the Poets, following the Pringle's first monologue, after which the People self-absolve:

People
OH POETS, THREE, IF CROWD
U BE, WHEREFORE THE FUCK
WAS THAT PRINGLE A-SINGIN?
AND WHAT, AT THAT, DOES IT
MEAN? WE’RE AFRAID!

Poets
OK, PER SYMBOL CRASH U HEAR,
ASSUMING MEASURES OF THE ZEPH
YR IN ITS ANGULAR SPRAYE—

People
OH SORRY, BUT WE HAVE 2 GO
NOW MANGLE SHIT 4 SUPPER SO
WE DON’T GET HUNGRY LATER
IN THE DAY. TATERS!

Poets
INNOCENT HATERS ~
THE WAITERS REGRET U
EVEN IF U NEVER KNOW IT;
LIKE WE DON’T JUST
HEAR YR WIND, NOR
SMELL SWEET NOTHINGS
IN THE FASTENING SPHERES,
AND EVER WILL WE SHOW IT.
YR FEARS WILL ONLY
KEEP YR BELT FROM A
LIGNING WITH ORION’S.

Opening Salvo

Poets: HEAR YE THESE LINES
ALL U LIKE LINEATED HEADS ~
AS THEY ROLL IN DRUMS BACK
FROM THE FRONT OR SLUICE UP,
FROM THE INDETERMINATED BACK,
AS THEY’RE COMPED OUT B4 U
IN THIS VAMP ON THE LIMENS,
OF AN AUTO-LIBERATED DISH, OF
A PRINGLE ~ READ ALL ABOUT IT:

A Note on the Poet's Animation of the Pringle

To date, I've given three readings of the opening of The Death of Pringle (Book 1 of The Dope on the Arch of the Dust). Each time, people are caught up in one way or another with the fact that I've given voice to a Pringle. Some find the implicit humor problematic, while others are overwhelmed by their laughter's stupidity. (No jab here: it's all historical). Well, my friends, a short research sabbatical into Google's Image repository proves that Pringles were ALWAYS ALREADY primed to speak, before your Poet got to them, thanks to the marketing expertise of Pringle Corp, aka PROCTOR & GAMBLE, a serious playa in the world of domineering Mother Fuckers. So heed the data, fair auditors ~ and don't tell me that face ain't a crisp. No longer shall my verses be laughed upon:

how to end the 1st book of an epic

     Thus the blest Gods the Genial Day prolong,
In Feasts Ambrosial, and Celestial Song.
Apollo tun'd the Lyre; the Muses round
With Voice alternate aid the silver Sound.
Meantime the radiant Sun, to mortal Sight
Descending swift, roll'd down the rapid Light.
Then to their starry Domes the Gods depart,
The shining Monuments of Vulcan's art:
Jove on his Couch reclin'd his awful Head,
And Juno slumber'd on the golden Bed.

(The Iliad; trans Alexander Pope; Book 1, "The Contention of Achilles and Agamemnon", Lines 772-781)

Theodore Roosevelt, by Henry F. Pringle (1931)

+ "The author said then, and reiterates now, that Theodore Roosevelt was polygonal."

+ Time Magazine: "Through biographer Pringle you hear Roosevelt."

+ 2.0 out of 5 stars impersonal look at Teddy, November 20, 2004. By lordhoot "lordhoot" (Anchorage, Alaska USA) - (TOP 500 REVIEWER). I found Henry F. Pringle's biography on Theodore Roosevelt to be bit overrated. Probably because it was published back in 1931 that make the material so dated. Passage of time and reassessment of Theodore Roosevelt make this book somewhat of an oddity. Despite of being published just 12 years after Roosevelt's death, it was interesting to read that this was basically a pretty negative outlook on a great American. The style of his writing, the way he jumped forward and backward simply confused the subject matter sometimes.

Pringle Introduces the Mother Fuckers' 1st Song, in which the Mother Fuckers will declare their Intentions most Evil

LO; TAPPED IN ON THE LISP
OF MY CRISP INTERCOM,
THE PEOPLE’S CRYING OUT,
& THE BARDIC TRIGONAL
THONG ~ THE SCIENTISTS
AND ALL THEIR SPECTRAL
MANAGERIALS 2 WHOM,
THE SPIRAL TENTACLE
SPITS TOKENS, HEARD
THE SINGING MAKE TRUE
LIGHT OF THEIR PROBLEM,
& AWOKEN, 2 THEIR
POWER'S DELIGHT, USED
THAT COOL THOT AS LUBE,
4 THE VACUUM STATIC
STINGING THRU THEIR
MOTHER FUCKING
VAMPIRIC DROOL.
YES, THE SCIENTISTS
LEARNED HOW 2 SING;
AND, THIS BE THE SONG
THAT THEY SANG:

Important Salton Sea Resource

http://www.institute.redlands.edu/salton/



THANKS KICKBALL JESUS. WE'RE GONNA BUY THAT ULTRA-HUGE $400 LOT IN THE SALTON CITY SUBURBS AND BE CHARGIN MOFOS JUST TO DRIVE BY OUR COMMUNE WHICH WILL MOST EFFICIENTLY BE FUELED BY THE ARMPIT PUBES OF PROVIDENTIAL PSYCHOGEAS WAKA WAKA

Lament

YEAH SICK WE POETS JOKED
ABOUT HOW IT’S LIKE, NUMB
2 WASTE COMMON RESOURCES
ON EXPERIMENTS THAT NO
DOUBT MUCH VIOLENCE MAKE,
4 THOSE FRAGILE APPARATI
2 ITERATE LABORIOUSLY, OH!

The Death of Pringle / Closing Song ~ Reprise

final song of Book 1, The Death of Pringle; by the poets

        
         WE 3 RECOILED,
AND LOSING OUR KEEP, WE FELL
FAST N2 SLEEP ON THE BONES
OF THE NORTH SHORE BEACH.
AND THE PEOPLE, ON SWARM
OUT THE ALL U CAN EAT, ATE
THE DUST-COVERED CHIP, LET
TING SALTS CRUMB THE MEAT
OF THEIR LOOSE UPPER LIP. WELL
IT’S BETTER THAN THE DINGLE
BERRY FULLY UP THE YAPPER
OF THAT PRINGLE IN A DUDE
NAMED LARRY-OF-THE-PEOPLE’S
THUSLY RUBBERED GUTS ~ ALL
TINGS ABLING A BLANKIE SHUTS.

where the green went

from the documentary Plagues and Pleasures on the Salton Sea (2006)

Imperial Theme

the Mother Fuckers sing:

IF WE'LL NOT FLATTEN CHIPS
TILL WE DO SOMETHING DUMB
LIKE CHOKE ON THE DIP,
WE SHLD SCRAP OUR DILEMMA
WE SHLD FEED ON THEIR QUIPS
WE SHLD USE THIS HERE INFINITE
GRANT 2 EXTEND THE NUMB
STRENGTH OF OUR HOLD,
GET SOME GEOMETRIC REACH.

An Imperial Dodecophony

Freemasonry

A Talking Chip: As If

HEXOLOGY

BOOK 1. THE DEATH OF PRINGLE

BOOK 2. BACKSTORY
~ Eviiideao speaks ~

BOOK 3. THE PLOT THICKENS

BOOK 4. COMMERCIAL

BOOK 5. FALLOUT
~ Imperial Plaza ~

BOOK 6. TETRAPLEX

PETROL PEDRA

-ANIMGIF-ANIMGIF-ANIMGIF-ANIMGIF-

2 THINGS ABOUT THE 3 FUCKING STRONGHOLDS / LAB FORTRESSES

THIS IS A CROSS-SECTION OF 1 LAB FORTRESS - A HYPERPLANE EXTRACTED FROM AN ADVANCED DIMENSION OF THE HEXACOSICHORON, THE FUCKING TETRAPLEXI. NOTE THE ABSTRACTION OF THE MACHINATIONS. THAT'S JUST DATA SETS MARKED OUT AGAINST AN ALGORITHMYC CURVATURE OF SPECTRAL MIGHT.

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-ANIM-GIF-ANIM-GIF-ANIM-GIF-ANIM-GIF-



THEY TRAIN THEIR HIRED GUNS IN SEVEREST BLING.

The Lab Fortresses: Polychora

(Click to see anim-gif)

This is a polychoron, aka an hyper-pyramid, aka a 4-D triangle, aka a 4-Simplex. It serves as a rough model of 1 of the 3 Lab Fortresses, all 3 of which are the same with slightly different functions. The facets are mirrors with cameras behind them. All together, the 3 as 1, are they known as The Polychora.

The Polychora spin upon their corners of the field's perimeter, their convex hulls all aglimmer in the drapery of night's absolute stun.

Exviiideao's Theme Song

"St. Vitus Dance" - Bauhaus

Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding
The idea was simple for a decent overloading
And for a multiple flash with no cords attached
He came up with a more remote flash trigger
It's connected to an accessory in his hip
Which automatically fires in perfect synchro
But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle
They call it the dance
It's the St. Vitus dance
Such flexibility
What an accessory
See his soft bounce
What flexibility
Such a soft bounce
What an accessory

And for special effects he has six filters
Three coloured red with the others pilfered
And if you really want to know what that means
He could throw a blue flash from eighty-five feet
Of course you might want to check out your own little output
So we devised a few simple and easy to crack contortions
So you can bump and scrape all the day through
With the dance.
It's the St. Vitus dance, the St. Vitus dance
Such flexibility
What an accessory
Such a soft bounce
What flexibility
Such a soft bounce
Check his hot shoe
Feel his output
He's a light machine, see his angle
He's a light machine

Sony<->Sonic: What's the Connection?

This song by Joan of Arc describes a certain analog for the Bono<->Bonito connex, along with plenty else for mood, tone, and further enrichment of the symbolic nest I'm trying to scrounge up...


"Questioning Benjamin Franklin's Ghost"



"I'VE MATERIALIZED INTO THIS WORDED WORLD A METAPHYSICAL SKEPTIC, AN INSOMNIAC NARCOLEPTIC. SO I LIVE ALONE WITH BEN FRANKLIN'S GHOST. HE'S MY FREEMASON AND I'M HIS HOST. IN MY DICTIONARY OF THIS WORRIED WORLD THERE'S 57 DIFFERENT DEFINITIONS OF TIME AND WE DEBATE EACH HEATEDLY REPEATEDLY. BENJAMIN INSISTS INTENTIONS DON'T EXIST AND IT'S THROUGH UNKNOWN REACHING WE EACH REMAIN OUR OWN BEST INVENTIONS. BUT AS EACH MACHINE DEMANDS IT'S OWN LANGUAGE AND EACH LANGUAGE DEMANDS IT'S OWN GRAMMAR, IF DC'S STREETS MAKE A NEAT PENTAGRAM AND EVERY DOLLAR BILL BRAGS GOD'S BEHIND OUR PLAN WHO AM I TO HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? SO WE MIGHT FIGHT ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT BUT WE SEEM TO AGREE ON STORMCLOUD STUDY. THIS LADY'S MAN'S GHOST AND ME AND STORMCLOUD STUDY."

- from Joan of Arc, Dick Cheney, Mark Twain

More Flaming Sword

One difference between a trip to Eden and a trip to Nirvana is that St Michael's flaming sword runs on auto-pilot, swinging in all directions, so it doesnt matter who you are: crossing the territory's threshold means death. Meanwhile, the flaming sword of Manjusri (in the right hand) represents intellection / critical wisdom / cutting away of wrong views, etc. It doesn't cut anyone but bad guys.



The Wingèd Wierdos have all kinds of arms. Like the 29-Dimensional Flag with its Clap, a kind of fabricated sonic boom. Think of the bad terminator in Terminator 2 and how he could manifest metallic forms from his syntho-mass, like turning his arm into a spike. Or Edward Scissor-Hands; Porcupines.

The 29 Dimensions

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from eHarmony

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"29-DIMENSIONAL / FLAGS", from Act 1:

....................THE PAN
ORAMIC MONOSCOPIC LAG OF OUR
FLEET OF LAPPING 29-DIMENSIONAL
FLAGS – CLAPPING 3.141592… TIMES
A MILLISECOND – GRIPPED BY A
PASSEL OF STAVES I.E. SUPER
WEIRD KEY-GENERATED STATICS
TICIANS HOPPED UP ON WINGS ...

The Wingèd Wierdos

* the 1st mention of the Wingèd Wierdos, in a speech by the Mother Fuckers in Act 1:

SO GROW A HOOK 2 TRY 2 FISH US
OUT, BUT TAKE HEED AS WE BRAG:
YOUR TRIPLICATED CROWD SH
ALL NOT PASS FREELY THRU THE PAN
ORAMIC MONOSCOPIC LAG OF OUR
FLEET OF LAPPING 29-DIMENSIONAL
FLAGS – CLAPPING 3.141592… TIMES
A MILLISECOND – GRIPPED BY A
PASSEL OF STAVES I.E. SUPER
WEIRD KEY-GENERATED STATICS
TICIANS HOPPED UP ON WINGS
THAT WE’VE PERCHED ON THE
WALL GROWING HORIZONTALLY
ON THE SEA. UM EVEN 4 THE BOT
ULISM HAVE WE KEYED A FEAT:
IT’S GOOD 4 MUNGING STEREO
TAXIC MEAT.



* The Wingèd Wierdos are described in these quasi-note/lyrics from Act 3:

THE WINGÈD WIERDOS
GUARD THE BANK
OF THE LAKE OF THE SEA
AND SCREAM:

THE MEAT FLOWS ON!
SONY BONO LIVES!

THE SHAPE OF THE WIERDOS
ON WINGS WAS NOT POSSIBLE
TO DETERMINE, BUT NOBODY
MISSES THEIR WEAPONS, O NO:
HYPER-CONDITIONED SWARMS
OF ASSUNDER OF ARMAMENTS
AND A PERPETUALLY NEGATIVE
STATIC SHURIKEN DEGREE-BLADED
@ A FRACTAL SERRATION
[INSERT REFERENCE TO CLASSIC TRIANGLE FRACTAL IN CG BIBLE – THE JULIA-FATOU SET]


THE RANK OF THEIR PURCHASE
IS PURE URCHIN'S BOTULISM -
FLOATING BOVE THE GOURMET
FRANKS AS THEY ROT
UNDER A BONIFIED RADIAL SUN,
AND ALL THE PEOPLE WOKE
TO THAT IMPERIAL LIGHT
SHINING DOWN ON THE BEACH
IT WAS LIKE NEGATED NIGHT
AND THE PEOPLE GETTING RAKED
BACK AWAY FROM THE MEAT
WHICH HAD CLOGGED UP THE SEA;
THESE WINGÈD WIERDOS HAVING
NEITHER LUNG NOR GRILL
NOR GILL, BUT TUBE,
KEPT THE SEA OUT OF REACH
CUZ LIKE THAT VERY NIGHT
IT DID SO TURN TO MEAT
AND THE PEOPLE WHEN THEY WOKE
THOUGHT THAT IT WAS A JOKE
JUST SOME MEAT ON THE TOP,
JUST THE CREST ON THE WAVES,
SOMETHING PERFECT FOR MORNING
JUST ANOTHER SNACK
THAT THE TIDE BROUGHT IN;
BUT THE WIERDOS ON WINGS
THEY LIKE KEPT SHIT REAL CLEAN,
KEPT THE ORDER TO A SCIENCE
AND THE SCIENCE TO A CODE
THEY WERE BORN DEEP DOWN INTO
AGAIN, AND LIKE A GAIN IN TWO
PARTS DID THEIR WING FLASH
THE DIVIDEND OF AN ASYMPTOTE
TO ITS SHADOW LIKE NOTHING
BEFORE.








* FYI, Exviiideao is the only Wingèd Wierda, but she's a dios and is of a higher order all together. There's no mating.

The Mother Fucking Compound's Geometry

1/3 of the Fortress in each of the corners. Transparent sphere in the dead center. Salton Sea area will transmute to Sony Bono Memorial Park in 4D. This is the induction plan, said the Lab.

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Great Ranks of Snakes March Mecca

"At its greatest height the water came within a quarter mile of Mecca. It touched the railroad embankment just below Mecca and at several other spots. ... Snakes became a problem. Although the area has never been too badly beset with snakes, the slowly rising waters pushed the snakes ahead of them. We used to hear some wild stories of the "hundreds" of snakes that were thus concentrated." - www.sci.sdsu.edu

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Coming Soon: Japanese Salt-Miners Vs. the Mother Fucking Snakes

The Circular Highway

"The Coachella Valley Historical Society received in 1994 a box of clippings and correspondence from Miss Mary Taberoff, a resident of Los Angeles in the 1960s and 70s, and the owner of property near the sea. It was a fascinating account of her dreams for the sea and her persistence in seeking help from everyone from local residents and officials to President Lyndon Johnson and members of his government. She envisioned a four-lane highway around the sea, sand moved down from the upper valley to create beaches, planted to native palm trees, and elaborate hotels with helicopter service to Palm Springs. She was greatly concerned with the environmental impact of energy development at the south end of the sea, and with the deteriorating quality of the water." - www.sci.sdsu.edu

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Notes towards parts 3, 4, 5

the scientists extend the strength of their hold by dropping a synthetic klonopin atmosphere bubble down over the people. one morning everyone wakes up and feels slower, dumber. they all have the idea to take this new road, which circles the Salton Sea, and it gets so crowded that no one can get off. the poets get lost in this swirl, but eventually find the mermaid and the wingéd wierdos and the klonopin void (ie the entrance to a path to the lab fortress, all of which are void of klonopin - entrance, path, lab) leading to the lab fortress

-

They've gone and imposed an homogenous coordinate with that there klonopin bubble of an atmosphere, and the coordinate's relative value to the modular center is negative one. It's obvious that if we're posited it's over, and now that we're vacuumed into this singular negative it doesn't take much for the Ladie of the Lab to throw a switch and toggle the values. What we need is to derail the value down into a floating point spiraling on an asymptote towards zero. But we can only do this in the in-finite moment between when the imperial daughter bangs the toggle and when the system realizes that the toggle's been banged. If we knew when that trumpet would blast we could intercept that thief before she wipes bleaches out the fundament upon which being's strung.

-

the klonopin atmosphere
is the limit
of the people's stupidity
so they can't escape
from it.

but shouldn't that mean
they can? if the klonopin
caps off what's stupid in
them, can't what's con
scious knock it down
from the other side?

well said but can we get
them out of the bed that
they're rutting in2 that
road that runs round and
round the salton sea?

-

what the mother fuckers need,
for their plan to succeed,
is for the people to get cultural,
digesting the transparency
of the spherical power
in the moment they're spitting
it out - duplicity is what
the mother fuckers need
from the people; and them
orbiting round the core
of the vacuum cult, epicenter;
that was the first step,
that unifying ritual -
for that stunt, the mother
fuckers didn't feel as if
they'd imposed. They
just felt impressed.

-

THE PEOPLE START TO FLOAT UP
LIKE A CYCLOTRON, THEIR MOM
ENTUM HOLDS THEM IN FORMATION
AS THEY SPIN ROUND THE ROAD
BUT LIFT UP FROM THE GROUND
AND HOVER UP AND AROUND,
THE LAB FORTRESS GIGGLING
THRU LOUD SPEAKERS, MTN
DEW CANS CRACKLING OPEN
AND THEM CHEERING WITH
THEIR CANDY AND REALLY
STRAIGHT PORN

Satisfaction and Complacency

"We are never without war, but people think because they're not personally getting shot or their foot run over by a tank or something that we're not in a war. And that's what constitutes peace for them. But that doesn't mean anything. That just means they're not in a war. Or they didn't notice that the tank was running over their foot. That goes back to what we were saying about satisfaction and complacency."

- Ed Dorn, "Poetry is a Difficult Labor" (Ed Dorn Live, p 133)

Again, the 6 Degrees:

A Baseline 6 Degree of Freedom (DOF) Mathematical Model of a Generic Missile (PDF)

Richard M. Gorecki

Weapons Systems Division
Systems Sciences Laboratory

DSTO-TR-0931

ABSTRACT
This report describes a 6 degree-of-freedom mathematical model of a generic missile engagement. The model is to be used as a baseline or template for missile 6 DOF computer simulation models. This documentation will form part of the documentation for all derived models.

Part 2

Here's a DRAFT of the opening of Part 2
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DOWN ON THE BEACH WITHIN A GAIN
ING CLOUD OF THAT POTENT DUST IN
CLONAZEPAM FORMATIONS, WAFTING
OUT THESE TELESCOPING TUBES FROM
THE LAB 2 IN A GEOSPHERIC MIST ARC
ABOVE THE SALTON SEA ‘N ITS BEACHES,
A BACKSTORY CARTRIDGE LOADED UP
SOME DREAMY SEQUINS: EXVIIIDEAO
TESTIFIED DOWN 2 US, THROWING BIO
PROJECTILE JELLIED EMULSIONS – REAL
BE-DAZZLED ROLLING FORMATS 4 HISTO
RICAL DATA – HISS & HOOT APUNCTUAT
ED ON AND OFF THE CHROMOTROPICAL
TWIST OF MOOD BLING FROM HER SPINN
ING MAGIC EYE @ THE APEX THAT NITE;
IN 1-WAY FLIGHT OUT SHE WINKED FIRE
TORRENTS, THO ON HER FANTASMAGORIC
MIGHT, FIRST GAZE NOT. RATHER, ZOOM
BRIEFLY OUT, ON2 PETROL PEDRA, NEGA
TIVA IN SENSORIA EVER SO IS SHE NESTED,
IT GAINING ALL SOFT WITHIN HER FROM A
FAR, TAKING EVERY SLAB SHINING IN BAT
HYMETRIC TENSION STATES IN; ANGLING
OUT ON DEVELOMENT 2 DIGEST THE ROT
– LIKE 2 PILFER STORM DATA REALLY
LATE OUT THE NUMINESCENT CLOUD –
SHE WATCHES UNCUT THE STATIC PLANK,
TERMINALLY AWAKE.
                                    EXVIIIDEAO QUAKES:
HOW DARK U SLEEP, O TRIPLITO LILINITO,
U WHO SCRY SIGNS FROM THE FIGHTING IN
Z; OF MY RENDITION, TRUTH BUT GLEAMS.
NOW FREELY IN MORPHEAN SAND LET US
ROLL, THAT 6-DEGREE MULTIPLEX DREAM;
LET’S PIN THE BORING TIDAL RAFTERS IN
ANY BUILDING LIGHTLY PSYCHE BEAMS:
*
AS A BYPRODUCT OF RESEARCHING ART
ICULATE CLUSTERING, SOME GROSS FU
TURE QUOTIENT OF WALMART DIVIDED
BY TEXTRON TIMES ALLTECH DISCOVER
ED AN EXPANSIVELY PRACTICAL INFINITE
DUST, ABLE 2 KEEP AFLOAT A POST-BIO
-DOMICIELITO – SYNTHO TOTALITO – W/
0 CLEAN BATTLEFIELD FEATURES 2 BOOT.
FREEMASONS BEING THE LITE IN THE SHA
DOW OF POWER’S PUBLIC LAY, CERTAIN
FREE QUOTIENT INSIDERS IN FEAR OF THE
DECLINE OF THEIR GRAND LODGES’ GRIP
ON THE SLOPE OF THE COMMON STOCK,
STOCKS, AND EVEN THE COMMONS, OUT
ROLLED THEIR WHITE BALLS IN A COVER
ED BLOC 4 THE COMMON BUYOUT OF WH
AT QUANTUM OF DUST HAD BEEN STOC
KED ‘N ON ANY OF IT GENERATED HENCE,
LOCK AN OPTION. INTERNAL ADVERTS
USED ANIMGIF BIKINIS WEARING ATERR
ESTRIAL DUST-POWERED BUSES LIFTING
SPHERICAL YES-HONKIES OF THE RISEN
CREAM ‘N THEIR BOOBED SOCKETS UP, UP
‘N AWAY, AS UP THEIR TUBES, NEON CLO
UDS OF SPLINTERS PROVIDENTIAL CRYST
ALLED, FIRED, ‘N CAST OUT 2 THE AETH
ERNETIC WALLS OF THE POT OF THE HO
NEY HOLE FIRMAMENT PROMISED; WH
ERE METRICS BE LAPPED FROM THE SLUM
BERING LIPS IN THE LAPS OF STOCKED
GONIOCHROMATIC-STOCKINGED CYPHE
RING SPRITES. IN PIGPEN WRIT THEY
STATED NO LONGER WLD MAN NEED
COME FREELY @ WILL, RATHER, GET
JUST ITERATIVELY TOGGLED W/ THE
GOOD STUFF OF LIFE; AND PERIODICALLY,
LONG A RUBRIC OF IMPERIAL DESIGNATION.
ON SECURING THE ASSET WAS THE QUEST
ION ADVANCED, BY A VOTE IN OR OUT, LY
TE OR LACK. BUT WHEN THE DISCRETE PERI
ODICITY OF THE CLACK IN THE ROLL OF 2
VOTES HIT THE AIR, THE POWER SET-UP FIG
URED THOSE BLACK TUBES AS 2 AND WITH
OUT A RECESS, MINTED A NEW TOTAL OS
TRAKHON, BRINGING IT DOWN FROM THE
SKY ON A FORGET-ME-NOT PATCH IN THE
DUAL-NEGATOR’S IMMEDIATE LAWN. BUT
B4 THE CHIPS FELL AND STAKED THEIR
OUTSTANDING CLAIM, THE DISSENTERS HI
JACKED A FLICKERING TIME MACHINE RAFT,
LANDING ON STRIKE BACK IN 1905, ON A
SLOPE LOOKING OUT ON THE STAGE OF
THEIR TARGET. THE TOWN WAS CALLED
MECCA; ENTRENCHED WERE THE JAPAN
ESE; THE MASONS LOOKED SOUTH, WAIT
ING FOR THE RISE OF THE SEA.

EXVIIIDEAO

Thanks to this guide to the Eye Laser Miracle, Exviiideao's projections can be adequately received by people with the Total Sulfur Goggles, such as the 3-poets-in-1.



Ideally an amalgam of characters such as those below and the culted Goddess type, a provisional rendering of the Ur-Wingéd Historically Imperical Dream-Apocrypha Weaver, EXVIIIDEAO, craftress of Part 2, trapped in a deific construct mythologized by the Mother Fuckers and on the side of Truth and Goodness, can be seen driving some 6-degree film strips (click on the image to see it animated). Made using a statue of Lilith and Cyclops' optical charge from X-Men.

The Flow of the Salt

"As a boy, in 1906, Otho Moore and his young friend, Dean Redfield, hopped a local freight and rode to Salton, from where they could see the big red buildings and smoke stacks of the New Liverpool Salt Company sticking out of the rising water. Said Moore in a newspaper clipping of May 7, 1955, "At Salton were the houses of the housing project for the salt company's employees, all of them surrounded by four feet of water."

In 1908, on a trip to Niland by passenger train, with his mother, Otho remembers that the train tracks were inundated and that swift waters were flowing over the tracks. When he looked out to where the buildings and smoke stacks had been, there was nothing to see but the rising waters of the future Salton Sea.

According to Harry Lawton, in later years sportsmen skimming the sea in motorboats, on a clear day, could look down on the submerged buildings and machinery of one of Riverside County's earliest industries."

- sci.sdsu.edu

Salton Home

http://www.sci.sdsu.edu/salton/SaltonSeaHomePage.html

Mother Fucking Techne

Everyone Must Read:
Friedrich Kittler's Gramaphone, Film, Typewriter (1985)

TERRORWATCH

might be useful in the future.... but in the meantime, the imperially reclining Heat Rumor i mean Teath Puma suggests a What in the World Would Kenneth Fearing Do - Anticipated Methods poem. He thinks the best part in Jubilate Agno is the cat, which Jow does too, and I find that atrocious guys, really.

Just wait for the Big Mermaid, who with her ears can cipher the quiver-metrics of the arrow and use the output to command the controls of a cat's winding tail, in simultaneity.

Historical Mother Fuckers

You can trace the rationale's line all the way back to Parminedes:

"These figures like Edison and Ford, who were fascists actually, represented an amazing elite of wealth. That kind of wealth is unimaginable now. Some executive shithead running MGM doesn't even dream of wealth like that. And they had a view of what they wanted to impose on the country, and they largely did. Out of this comes light at night, consumerism and rapidity of travel.




"This is early modern, the time of Pound and Eliot and Lewis and Ortega and Julian Benda. It was a very active period when Benda and Wyndham Lewis, who has a very great book from that time called The Art of Being Ruled, were stirring it up. And it was the period of the formation of the media elite. Indeed, the media is the elite. They are the masses in the way that Ortega y Gasset the Spanish philosopher said, "The media are the masses." But a lot of people were confused by that. He meant the masses were the technicians, which made it possible for the elite to exist and exercise itself. That's why he called the masses the technicians. The media that Ortega y Gasset had in mind was the efficiency of the police in tandem with the new electronic communications, which was still primitive voice and all wire. But that's what he meant by the clerkship that ran all that. In fact, Benda's book, The Revolt of the Clerks, was a kind of companion piece to Ortega's The Revolt of the Masses. Those were the people who scared the shit out of them, because they saw for the first time an elite that had an expert cadre of its own which would do its bidding, and would keep it to themselves."

– Ed Dorn, "Waying the West" (Ed Dorn Live, p 108)

Air Force Plane Crashes on Salton Sea

Obviously a Battle of some kind occurred, probly with a rebel squadron within the USAF ranks. Lunatic mountain people I bet, real hillbillies, and all got creamed but not b4 taking out a few Allies:

"Navy records, which are fragmentary, indicate that four Wildcats, two Corsairs, two Hellcats, four patrol planes, two Helldivers and 10 Avengers crashed into the Salton Sea...and more than three dozen crew members died." - Reference

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1944
+ 75218/75588 - Curtiss SB2C-1A Helldiver - 75319 MBDAG-41 10.04.44 Ca, Salton Sea Dove-in during dive bomb practice 10mi.W of Salton Sea - Reference

+ Late May, or early June, 1944 - U.S. Navy Lieutenant Donald A. Innis, after whom Innis Road at Harvey Field is named, was over the Salton Sea in Southern California on a rocket firing flight when a rocket body exploded prematurely on his starboard wing. His F6F Hellcat fighter which was in a 15-degree dive at the time went into a slow spin and crashed into the sea. - Reference

Salton Sea Telemetrics

"According to Mr. Stuart Ward, a valley resident who lived and worked at Salton Sea Base, the optical equipment used at Salton Sea Base was some of that captured from the Germans-- extremely accurate Askania cameras--and also high speed 35 mm Mitchells. These and other special purpose cameras enabled the ground observers to record events of a very fast action and short time duration, too fast for the human eye. Planes from the Air Force Special Weapons Center and the Naval Air Special Weapons Facility performed the drops. A variety of instruments were used to receive coded information transmitted by automatic electronic devices installed within a falling device. When this data was decoded and coordinated, it was possible to develop a complete report on behavior of equipment within the bomb as well as certain physical phenomena. Instrument stations were located on the land area and a target was installed approximately 7000 feet offshore. Technical facilities were operated by Sandia Corporation of Albuquerque, New Mexico. It was reported that space capsule parachutes, drone airplanes, and Nike missles were tested at Salton Sea Base. Some of the activities are still on the classified list." - www.sci.sdsu.edu

PHOTOTHEODOLITE: An arrangement of two photographic cameras, the plates of which may be brought into exactly the same plane, used in surveying and map making. From the differences between two pictures taken at the same moment, measurements in all dimensions of the region may be obtained.

Technical Reference: AUTOMATIC FIXED-CAMERA ORIENTATION PROCEDURES. Keywords relating to this report: ARTIFICIAL SATELLITES - ASTRONOMICAL CAMERAS - AUTOMATIC - BALLISTIC CAMERAS - CALIBRATION - CAMERAS - CELESTIAL NAVIGATION - COMPUTER PROGRAMMING - COMPUTERS - CONTROL - ELECTRONICS - GUIDED MISSILES - LEAST SQUARES METHOD - MATRICES(MATHEMATICS) - MEASUREMENT - NIGHT PHOTOGRAPHY - PHOTOGRAPHIC EQUIPMENT - PHOTOGRAPHIC PLATES - PHOTOTHEODOLITES - POSITION FINDING - SIMULATIONZ - SIMULATIONZASTRONOMICAL CAMERAS

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from Part 2:

AN ENGINEERED GRAPHIC DOUBLE
OF THE PROPPED UP SONY BONO
AS A CHILD WORKS THE SALTON SEA
MARINA CIRCUIT, DRIFTING THRU
THE MAZE-ABUNDANT SIZOMATIC EYE
BALL TUNNELS DUG BY SPEC’D OUT
PIRATE DIGGERS USING LASER
CAMERA NEUTRONS TRACED BY
SMART THREADY NEGATIVE STUFF
THAT TURNED 2 SPACE THE STUFF
IT TOUCHED.

The Salton Sea Test Base

Salton Sea Naval Auxiliary Air Station / Salton Sea Test Base
- www.airfields-freeman.com

"The paved access road leading to the Southern part of facility is washed out about 1.5 miles in by sand drifts, so we saw nothing but desert & dunes, plus a modern sign warning that the grounds of the former Salton Sea Test Base could have unexploded ordnance."



"A circa 2000-2005 aerial photo looking northwest showing what appears to be a relatively recent marking (unidentified) on the southeast end of the runway."

- - -

www.sandia.gov

"The Salton Sea proved a useful water target for practice bomb drops during World War II. After the war, efforts to continue refining atomic weapon designs required the use of an adequate field-test range and it was recommended that the Los Alamos Laboratory continue using Salton Sea. Responsible for ordnance design and field testing, Z Division was placed in charge of technical activities at the Sea. Although Salton Sea continued to be a useful water target, the need for a land target became increasingly obvious through the 1950s and a new site was selected near Tonopah, Nevada. A gradual transition was made out of Salton Sea and Sandia gave up responsibility for the Sea in 1961."


+ Instrument Lab
+ filming test-drops

"The Z-Division, is an elite group within the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency, that jointly operates with the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory (and other agencies) and specializes in analyzing and duplicating weapons systems of potential adversaries of the United States." - Wikipedia

Epigraph

                      There is no other break in the
descent, since without that it’s all break
anyway. The purity is a question of
names. We are here to utter them. This is
a prayer. I have it now between my
teeth and my eyes, on my forehead. Know
the names. It is as simple as the purity
of sentiment: it is as simple
as that.
                      – J.H. Prynne, “Die a Millionaire”

THE 6-DEGREE FILM

THE 6-DEGREE FILM: NOT JUST ANOTHER IMMERSIVE VR TIME TRAVEL INTERFACE. THIS ONE'S GUARANTEED 2 GENERATE IN EACH USER A PRESCRIBED COMPLEX OF EMOTIONAL DATA. STRAIGHT THRU TIME WARPS, FROM 1 SWEPT HISTORICAL HEART 2 ANOTHER.

* * *

"6-Degree" taken from a VR interface called the Spaceball. It allows 6 degrees of freedom for manipulating objective orientation using a ball spun in the fingers, allowing for great articulation and range of movement in 3D space. Perfect for manually guiding missiles. Like a tiny cybersphere.






* * *

There's an analog for the 6-Degree Film in the blockbuster Deja Vu starring Denzel Washington. It's a shame the trailers don't show more of the "fake technology" they use. Fake tech's a dime a dozen. Contract this Defense I caught. Can somebody pirate me the film?





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from Part 2 - Backstory:

...EXVIIIDEAO QUAKES:
IN MORPHEAN SAND LET US ROLL FREELY
NOW, THAT 6-DEGREE MULTIPLEX DREAM;
LET’S PIN THE BORING TIDAL RAFTERS IN
ANY BUILDING LIGHTLY PSYCHE BEAMS:

- - - - -

BONITO’S WIRE IN2 BONO
WAS A REALLY INFINITE
WARM LENGTH OF PURE
WIRELESS RIGGED UP 4
THE OCCASION OF THE
MISSION WHOSE OBJECTIVE
WAS NOT ONLY CAPTIVATION
OF THE DUST BUT THE EMO
TIONAL INVESTMENT THAT
INEVITABLY REARED UP IN
THE CIPHERING 2 PADRITO
OF THE 6-DEGREE FILM AND
ITS HISTORICAL MEDIATION
OF FEELING, ALL DUMPED
IN PRECISION PINGS OF GO
NIOLINEATED TIME TO THE
VACUUM ORB IN BONO’S GL
AND, PITUITARY, ITSELF GL
UED ALL THE WAY DOWN ON
A STAND IN A VAULT 7 FEET
BELOW THE MEMORIAL PARK.

Phalanx

...READ ALL ABOUT
IT: ANNOUNCING A NEW BUREAU
CRATIC PHALANX OF REAL ABS
TRACTED MOTHER FUCKERS PRO
JECTED DIMLY SOMEWHAT BOUT
A CORPUSCLE OF SLITHERING
ANAL ISOCONTOURTIONISTS,
BEING THEM WHO DID FLOAT
THIS UNHOLY BIG HYDRATIC
FUCKLOAD OF AN UNCODED
VOID OF A GRANT FOR PURE
TIME AND A VERTICALLY POLI
TICAL LAB IN A BEACH RESORT
MARINA WASHED OUT BUT RE
SITED 2 THE CIPHERED OFF
NULL OF THE SALTON SEA IT
SELF.

The Phalanx Close-In Weapons System provides Royal Australian Navy ships with a rapid-fire, computer controlled, radar guided gun system for defence against anti-ship missiles.

Statistics
Function Anti-ship missile defence
Manufacturer Raytheon Systems
Weight 5,625 kilograms
Rate of Fire 4,500 rounds per minute
Caliber 20 millimetre

- from www.navy.gov.au



Looking for better images of Hoplite Phalanxes, but provisionally: