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lana bloc..............

its like the pine forests..
just signs..simple...here is where you
cross...this is verbotten...cyrillic etc..not like here no trespassing...whats that...no fences..no landmines..but you know....you can feel it...the valley..the feild...an intuitive expression inside that you cant tell anyone...you can only tell them their tells..which tells them where you think as.....not think where...where isnte even a place..here is...its like the now..right now this is the now....im watching it roll out..but tomorrow..a year..six..its just a bunch of pixels on servers going round and round...discs still..solid state sucks still..we just keep crashing..whose going to trust true artificial intelligence...and what if it isnt....what if one smart person was the ghost writer like the resident evil shows......loved that character..they use holograms as expressions not as true characters......testing the theory of the populace to see how it goes....it would be nice to have a hologram to come home too..to express ideas.....i use safe relative themes....not how life is..the prompts demands delays and diffuse...silence and outburst..softness and tender ovations...the wind lifting a page near an open window..a dropped coin rolling out of reach.....the fine hairs on a forearm twisting for the remote in abstract slowness....the gush of sound of the doorbell..that little pause where the energy draws the striker as it vibrates and picks up its kenetic energy..the sharp bark of the dog..so many things are in detail....so many things are out of focus like being blind...need more lana....quit thinking...

10:54 p.m. - 2014-08-28

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