Turing Test (wt)
Logging on anymore, there is
that fear, someone reading through every
word you write, a database of the
changing art. Indigency means
nothing, downloaded souls to external hard drives
are exported and become citizens in four dimensions.
Used to be, only a photograph could take
that part, souls appearing spread on paper
slung from chemical
The worms writhe out of the walls, constant mating
dance of zeros and ones, and we
send ourselves out, bit by bit,
a replication building out of those pixels.
On the other end, decoupage of
all related pieces, and a new time
a new English new art
a new identity
sit down to a keyboard
and type out the mirror.
So thats what I had to come sit down in my room and work on. Right now though, now that I've finished that, I'm just kind of staring out the window at some crows. I love scavenger birds. Ravens are my favorite but crows are just as fascinating. They're all incredibly bratty animals, who are also extremely intelligent. Anything non-human that enjoys sledding is pretty awesome.
Work is going well. Still buying too many books. I just finished up Rant by Chuck Palahniuk. Pretty good stuff written in a very interesting style. I still feel as if ninety percent of the people in my classes aim to replicate him though.
God, I am a terrible blog writer.