yalancılar, sıskalar, tokat yineler bilir, moda parkı ban ban renk değiştiren hoş bir mekandır. Ama gök sabahları hep mavidir. Çay içmeye bomontiye gidilir sonra diğer bomontide bir güzel
la la lay, vantilatör bilir, renk değiştiren hoş bin tırpandır. Ama gök sabahları hep mavidir. bilinmeyen akmamaktadır, içerisi ikizdere; uzman çavuş camdan bakmaktadır. Tırpan'ın keskisi doğaldışıdır. sessiz.
sapava lamba mı? biter mi avideo olsa resim yaparken izlenebilse al yanak ver yanak geçinip gidiyoruz durduk yere ne ortanca ekleyecek ne takip edecek bir Lue's friend living in the past, in a city why should i not write mails to a banner.
Tough existance in a camera is passive.
in this case i should be writing on walls or neigbours instead if nor a cyclone. Huuh.
And... here it goes-downhill to the river.
______Ghosts, ______Phantasmagoria,
Year 2700. that2s a root ]route[ on 's side. Not so medeival tough.
''''''' Big executives use a heart a month just as regular as clockwork. Warlords, paying off their soldiers in livers and kdneys and genitals, depopulate whole areas. Vast hospital cities cover the land; the air-conditioned hospital palaces of the rich radiate out to field hospitals and open-air operating booths.
The poor are rising in mobs. They are attacking government warehouses where the precious parts are stored. Everyone who can afford it has dogs and guards to protect himself from roving bands; ever seen that gig ?
~ IMMORTALITY ~ by William S. Burroughs
What we thing of as our ego is defensive reaction, just as the symptoms of an illness-fever, swelling, sweating-are the body's reaction to an invading organism. Our beloved ego, arising from the rotten weeds of lust and fear and anger, has no more continuity that a fever sweat. There is no ego; only a shifting process as unreal as the Cities of the Odor Eaters that dissolve in rain or the atlantic.
A step toward rational immortality is to break down the concept of a separate personal, and therefore inexorably mortal, ego. This opens many doors. _____Cloning, what a fruitful concept: why, one could be in a hundred different places at once and experience everything the other clones did.The poet John Giorno wondered if maybe a clone of a clone of a clone would just phase out into white noise like copies of copies of tape. As Count Korzybski used to say: "I don't know, let's see."
ez off "We were the first that ever burst into that silent sea.". ''''''''
. sessiz noitoit
YanıtlaSilyalancılar, sıskalar, tokat yineler bilir, moda parkı ban ban renk değiştiren hoş bir mekandır. Ama gök sabahları hep mavidir. Çay içmeye bomontiye gidilir sonra diğer bomontide bir güzel
la la lay, vantilatör bilir, renk değiştiren hoş bin tırpandır. Ama gök sabahları hep mavidir. bilinmeyen akmamaktadır, içerisi ikizdere; uzman çavuş camdan bakmaktadır. Tırpan'ın keskisi doğaldışıdır. sessiz.
sapava lamba mı? biter mi avideo olsa resim yaparken izlenebilse
al yanak ver yanak geçinip gidiyoruz durduk yere ne ortanca ekleyecek ne takip edecek bir Lue's friend living in the past, in a city why should i not write mails to a banner.
Tough existance in a camera is passive.
in this case i should be writing on walls or neigbours instead if nor a cyclone. Huuh.
And... here it goes-downhill to the river.
______Ghosts,
______Phantasmagoria,
Year 2700.
that2s a root ]route[ on 's side. Not so medeival tough.
'''''''
Big executives use a heart a month just as regular as clockwork. Warlords, paying off their soldiers in livers and kdneys and genitals, depopulate whole areas. Vast hospital cities cover the land; the air-conditioned hospital palaces of the rich radiate out to field hospitals and open-air operating booths.
The poor are rising in mobs. They are attacking government warehouses where the precious parts are stored. Everyone who can afford it has dogs and guards to protect himself from roving bands; ever seen that gig ?
~ IMMORTALITY ~ by William S. Burroughs
What we thing of as our ego is defensive reaction, just as the symptoms of an illness-fever, swelling, sweating-are the body's reaction to an invading organism. Our beloved ego, arising from the rotten weeds of lust and fear and anger, has no more continuity that a fever sweat. There is no ego; only a shifting process as unreal as the Cities of the Odor Eaters that dissolve in rain or the atlantic.
A step toward rational immortality is to break down the concept of a separate personal, and therefore inexorably mortal, ego. This opens many doors. _____Cloning, what a fruitful concept: why, one could be in a hundred different places at once and experience everything the other clones did.The poet John Giorno wondered if maybe a clone of a clone of a clone would just phase out into white noise like copies of copies of tape. As Count
Korzybski used to say: "I don't know, let's see."
ez off "We were the first that ever burst into that silent sea.".
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