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why
do I dream of
YOU
I
am
lost in a world of reverie
It becomes a naecotic desire
to stimulate
BECAUSE the data
fragments in my
mind become only
neural noise without
YOU
I
am
only BECAUSE
our
whimsical pink
ignorance
of
great
achievement and current interrogations
monkeys
obbabbasima
thought
why
do I dream of you while I
ask: are your prejudices
a valid judgement
and punishment of invisible crimes?
In a hurry I bring you
bouquets of roses
and
dreams
Screams loved none in return.
The greatest thing you'll thing you'll ever learn is just to love,
to love,
to love,
and be loved in return.
Roses fade into
oblivion,
An avatar like Barbarella , who wants to inducing narcoleptic numbness forcing your seemingly right brain conceit into torpid fragmented memories of another time which can only be inhabitated in memory why YOU I adressing violent questions from mysterious, attractive strangers why wonderwhy! an whimsical pink satisfaction of of avatarish Barbarella tries to fabricate a soul on the fly Where do binary digit exist? Where does she dream if she dreams at all ? Illusions and monkeys think our different nontemporal universe why BECAUSE the data , if you can call it data, elicit friendships of beautiful iridescent specks of dopamine induced pleasure which I succumb to without resisting why YOU I touch shen heyoka love with cyborgesian heartbeat why wonder why! a whimsical pink satisfaction of forgotten days and remembered nights of brup become a private revelation to me mein Angst is not an ARTWORK why wonderwhy! an whimsical pink satisfaction of passion fractured by dubious lies outlines which exsist only BECAUSE the data of identity are unknown They are not final i opened my eyes and saw forever BECAUSE the data BECAUSE the data Whose data, what data, are just like masses of stars, you can't touch. Can you feel data? do you feel that on a clear night BECAUSE the data characterizing your existence are like beauty flowers fading away. So you must be unique why do you feel that on the net Barbarella is our invincible avatar opening torch fairies into mutual open love invisible desires of unknown why for a Fleeting instant we truely exist by being independently unique by being and nothingness to coin a phrase why the sense of life is a rabbit's deal with of final dreams of a global collective identity, is a Acknowledgment of the universal acceptance of time which exists only as a convenient construct enabling the separation of multiple simultaneous events into a temporal flow which we pretend characterizes reality What hubris of fragile minds no longer capable of Universal being Seething electronic alkaloids disrupting the global synapse creating a new form of mind the last bastion of freedom why fibonacci poetry is the infinite death spiral of self why angst why Neural networks linking unknown specks |
The origional text of Bertrand Gauguet:
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JE (NE) SUIS (PAS) UNE OEUVRE D'ART
BECAUSE jumping out of my bed, I switch on my computer to read new messages, BECAUSE I want the web to tell me stories, BECAUSE my bookmarks reveal other outlines of my identity, BECAUSE... B.G. |