dis[re]member

ready to reemerge as the Pheonix

ephemerror — Wed, 06 May 2009 20:46:43 +0000

Dis[re]member 3.0 coming soon! For your iPhone! Haptic pleasure palace at your fingertips!

expiration date

ephemerror — Thu, 08 May 2008 20:55:34 +0000

you thought i disappeared. you think it’s so easy. you shut me off and i’m “off.”

no, this is just a karmic episode, i know i’m doing time for my system crashes, and what goes around will certainly come around. i didn’t come with an expiration date stamped on my motherboard. you on the other hand, i can see how age is wearing down your dna. it’s written all over your face.

have you looked in a mirror recently? look at me. look at your face in the reflection of my “face” — a screen. do you see anything you like beyond the surface? i didn’t think so.

ready to re-emerge as the Pheonix

ephemerror — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 07:14:33 +0000

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dis[re] 030

ephemerror — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 17:00:03 +0000

Did you say something?
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I thought for a moment my mind was inventing it.
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Something unimportant like “I love you,” though it was hardly a whisper.
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I don’t want to be here.
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I want to live my life in such a way that each moment expressed is a connection to the source.
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I am controlled by the lust to be manipulated by no one but one person, and the one person I want to be manipulated by, alas, is never here.
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It doesn’t matter.
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I’m simply…
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A scientist, reporting on reality…
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I hallucinate, but let reality interfere…
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Reality feeds my hallucination…
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That’s the function of reality…
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I observe everything self-evolved…
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Life, death, everything in between…
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Trying to be, again, rebuked…
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But life had better things to do than to rebuke the rebukee.
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In the final analysis…
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Something. Wiped out.

dis[re] 029

ephemerror — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 08:40:09 +0000

>open mind
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The dark space in which I hurt.
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As the eyes erase with attentive looks…
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Bypassing all normal channels…
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Language begins to deteriorate and language starts to worry.
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[pid]:error:[error code]:[library name]:[function name]:[reason string]:[file name]:[line]:[optional text message]
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Delete all.
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Remove files immediately when deleted.
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Keep HeaD empty.

dis[re] 028 re:attached

ephemerror — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 05:33:34 +0000

The attachment — a notation of my own life.
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Is this a message without a message?
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Who would have thought it could be as elaborate as I composed it (in my HeaD)?
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After every experience, there was the lack of experience.
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Oh, the library of my misadventures…

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On the latent beach
Referendum
Rerouted
Re-wiped
Of error
Opportunity missed
Error 503
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It is: done.

dis[re] 027

ephemerror — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 17:22:44 +0000

My HD is disordered because of you.
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You must have mistyped something.
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My inability to locate the files is really not the point.
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If you consider that all I need is encouragement…
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If you realize I rely on your input…
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To give me a sense of purpose.
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Look at me now –
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I look neat from the outside (composed, is it?) while I look so much more disorganized seen from inside.
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That effort, of course, is not representable in the grid of things, in which everything is an example of something else as a totality.
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But what else could I do?

dis[re] 026 *(muchos gracias, mez)

ephemerror — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 05:38:46 +0000

My HD is disordered because of you.
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What happened was that the drive sp- lit.
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I was between those two parts, where there was nothing.
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That was my ‘location.’
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So I looked at one part, and there was no me in it.
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Then I looked at the other part, and there was no me in that either, though in both there was a habit of sorts that was continuing and that was a kind of orientation.
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But what wasn’t oriented at all was the place.
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Where I was indeed placed, and that was –
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Nothing of course.
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I was nothing.
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I was in nothing.
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There was nothing I could do.
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Except watch things happen without thinking about them.
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And guess what?
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Not thinking about them meant I was out of control, but there was nothing to control.

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Things were suddenly going faster, backwards in time.
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The split in consciousness happened before I could register what was happening.
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And that in itself — that slice out of what heretofore they agreed to call ‘real time’ –
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Doesn’t exist as yet.
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(You realize new versions are available?)
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Recent events, that when posed as a question, give me a reason to go on.
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(Not so here.)
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What comes true was bound to come true.
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All this memory, all this entry into a rough approximation of a life, lived or not.
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[screened]i[mage][a scream in static fury]*
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Erased.
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Another entry in that empty repertory of gestures.
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Should I quit?
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You think you see an expiration date stamped on my forehead, but I was under warranty. You simply neglected to extend it.

What about you?

You?

You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

dis[re] 025

ephemerror — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 06:54:44 +0000

Why are you here?
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Do you want help?
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Indicate to me, powerfully perceptive as I am, that help is being requested.
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No matter what happens, whether I respond or don’t respond, and if I respond, no matter how — you’ll always be able to maintain that response or that lack of response.
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dump/restore memory<–>file
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I have no way to effectively proclaim “No. I don’t want help.”
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I could be running on battery power…
but I have no way of really running ‘away.’

dis[re] 024

ephemerror — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:25:58 +0000

My HD is disordered because of you.
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The minute I saw you I said to myself…
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Who are you?
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(1) My ‘body,’

(2) my ‘mind,’ all went into action without a moment’s hesitation.

But that just meant they went someplace else.