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‘VR REVERIE (DELAY ON A CLOUD)’
...painted brightly and intricately, each border being its own complementary or contrasting colour. The palette represented beautifully, but the colours themselves...I wanted to change them.
I focused in on the trees, reached out for the focus wheel above my eyes, on this helmet...I fiddled until I could count the individual leaves on the maples and the oaks. The birds and squirrels I added to the environment had randomized nicely, still clustered in groups but integrating and diffusing from their origin points.
Off the balcony through the trees I could see my old elementary school in its constant state of construction...
Then I saw her, toward old Bloor Street and High Park, staring back at me. . .just standing, and perhaps glitching out on some sort of faulty code. Did I miss something? How did I create this? She was staring up at me transfixed. And then she smiled. And then there was a wave.
She waved at me.
She was wearing clothes I had never even seen before. She didn't run, she didn't come any closer, she looked fixed like a non-playable character. But in a good program, even NPCs had something to say.
I instinctively went in to zoom, but the focus wheel was maxed. I leaned over the edge as far as I could and I took a screen capture of her face.
Then I slipped out the front door to make a head for the street but I couldn't find her down there.
I never saw her again.
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Soul Pathogen
04:19
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‘SOUL PATHOGEN’
What crooked symbol is this? What twisted totem of execution? A cruel crucifix, its bleak, plastic Christ a pale visage of Eternal anguish—a threadbare flag stitched with two millennia of lies flapping on the howling winds of perpetual, fanatical war. Cross of fire, dunce-cap theology, incandescent idiocy and sanguinary insanity. The tortured screams echo through History, bearing witness, remembrance of your witch-hunts and lunatic Inquisitions. Greed cross, gilt and gold...opulence disguises the sight but not the stench of your blood-soaked past. The odour lingers, oozing from beneath church cornerstones, floating from behind the pulled predatory smiles of Moloch priests. Cold stone cross, dreary monument to madness...the triumph of Hate & Ignorance over Hope & Reason. How long treadmill toiling, dreaming, in your grasping, ever-lengthening shadow?
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Transmission
06:22
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‘TRANSMISSION’
The current operation is being manipulated from within the Reality Environment by Dremchak Preservers in conjunction with various extra-dimensional entities. Early intelligence reports indicate these origin-codes functioning as human bio vehicles at the highest levels of so-called ‘governments’. The legality of this is obviously nebulous. Dremchak is also maintaining a high-level of fear control, and history erasure is occurring so frequently various DAC-OPs have been recalled due to reality tremors within the illusion Flow. Dremchak’s interest is simple...deeper control over the bio vehicles sentenced to this Reality Environment. Bio vehicles operating within the American Empire construct are completely detached, functioning within a consciousness virus created by the ruling class which veils the terrifying reality to which the average origin-code is subjected. However, this virus is curtain thin. Like ancient Rome, the mob’s thirst for blood grows as they become more and more desensitized...
A population weaned on plastic in a virtual world, perceptions separated from the Reality Environment. Duped origin-codes serve their sentences in silence. Yet, the origin-codes trapped in the American Empire Reality Environment, have the audacity to call it Freedom. A population only partially deceived, trapped in constructs of Greed and Hate...the twin towers of the American Empire, twin monuments to the New Normal. The United States in fact is one of the most fundamentalist nations on this mean little copy planet. They cry at Bambi...they yawn at genocide...
Your amnesia is their alibi. System glitch. Necessary illusion. Reality Environment confluence. You know how to lie, how to take a hint. Destitution convention. The new happiness. Outside influence. The New Normal. Parapolitical greed gleam. Greed angle. The New Normal, the new happiness. Glitch in the system: BBC information on VII at 21:54 GMT. Official Version: 22:20 GMT. System glitch. Resorting to proper measures to stop the trend...
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Citizens of New Lark
04:36
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Conservative Skirt
03:29
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‘CONSERVATIVE SKIRT’
Revolving door spits a woman inna conservative skirt and high heels outta the First Bank of the North American Union. She’s toting an expensive briefcase English Calf leather feels more like soft velvet than dead baby cow.
Conservative skirt clacks across concrete ’bout to catch a taxi when a motorcycle going the opposite direction makes a dramatic u-turn. Now it’s behind the cab carries two men both in full-face helmets with dark visors down. Passenger dismounts the bike pistol in hand crack, crack, crack and conservative skirt goes down. Her briefcase hits the sidewalk pops open, pages immediately picked up by the wind and whipped...everywhere.
Gang a punk rock kids across the street goofin’ on skateboards sees it all, watchin’ stunned with opened mouths while the motorcycle fucks off double time.
Leader of the group calls himself Grimm Details is the first to react, shouts, “Grab those pages!”
So now the punk rockers are runnin’ all over the street; colorful mohawks, black leather jackets and Doc Martens runnin’ all over the street, tryna gather up those pages.
But not Grimm Details.
He’s at a pay phone saying, “I got somethin’ ya gonna wanna see...”
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Undercurrents
04:25
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Transmission II
07:02
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‘TRANSMISSION II’
The misadventure at CERN poses a number of questions, especially for those strolling on the varied sidewalks off-planet. If the connector between two magnets lost superconductivity and engaged in ohmic resistance, as suggested in initial reports, DAC needs to know how that happened. To have 100 consecutive magnets quench, and the totality of sequential events scattered to the winds...well, it is not surprising to find the precariat have been ‘effected’. These small changes, like Doolittle, Fruit Loops and the rest, pale in comparison to unnoticed physical changes suggested by a melted connector between two scorched magnets and a stolen super-celerator. The first event in Nevada, a woman driving into a crowd mowing down forty-odd people and crashing her car, is nothing compared to the homicidal insanity of the 2017 incident overlayed at the exact same co-ordinate points, both continuum glitches courtesy of the ‘accident’. Magnets...heating...melting. KSNV-TV says the crash occurred in the connectors, and it will no doubt be determined the use of that particular resort & casino was not accidental. If so, an operation needs to be conducted to replace the entire avenue. The crash took place at near 1800 hours, stretched out over a distance of 1.057e minus 13 L.Y., and clearly pertains to the potential damage of quenched magnets.
Obfuscation around these incidents is being perpetrated by outside influence. The woman involved in the crash tested positive for the BZ chemical compound...dosing with BZ produces results not just in individuals, but also in groups, who may even begin sharing illusions and hallucinations (folie à deux, folie en famille, and mass hysteria). Obviously this psychotomimetic drug is not easily available, and efforts are being made to determine which outside actors are involved. One hundred magnets, same co-ordinate points, same design. 2015 Miss Universe pageant. Baffling magnets. Baffling blunder. Steve Harvey. [redacted] 48 hours later, space debris rains from a Russian rocket in a sky well-lit by traffic and commercial signs. Must have been extraordinarily bright–
1973: Weak, neutral currents. 1983: ‘W’ and ‘Z’ Boson. 1989: World Wide Web. First web page on the Internet. 1989: Light neutrinos. 1995: Creating anti-hydrogen. 2010: Isolating anti-hydrogen. 2011: 15 minutes maintained anti-matter. 2012: The ‘God Particle’.
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Entoprop
03:20
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‘ENTOPROP’
A paranoid man is a man who knows a little about what’s going on.
Nasty moments surfin’ liquid time.
The binary word is...sliding…
Call it Outside Influence. Call it Necessary Illusions. Call it Entertainment Propaganda...the so-called ‘Entoprop’.
An Example: During the summer of 2001, Disney & Jerry Bruckheimer released Michael Bay’s blockbuster Pearl Harbor.
Sixtieth anniversary you know.
Nationalistic cash-in, see.
It had an obligatory Faith Hill soundtrack for the bumper sticker patriots and the studios paid for a biiig media push. 140 million dollars is a serious investment right? So let’s have the whole t-shirt culture package...Pearl Harbor documentaries round the clock and constant airings of Tora, Tora, Tora with non-stop trailers for Bay’s blockbuster during the commercials.
Sixtieth anniversary you know.
Nationalistic cash-in, see.
Of course all this had a dual effect. Not only did it keep Pearl Harbor the movie in mind, ostensibly the purpose of the hype, but it also kept Pearl Harbor the actual historical event bobbing on the surface of the collective unconscious. And what was it those fine minds at the Project for a New American Century had said?
“...the process of transformation, even if it brings revolutionary change, is likely to be a long one, absent some catastrophic and catalyzing event—like a new Pearl Harbor—”
And on 9-11…after the towers came down…all the talking heads with their ‘only natural comparisons’ to Pearl Harbor lucky it was already in everyone’s mind...right?
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‘HEALTH BULLETIN: PURDUE PHARMA’
In the 21st century multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical corporations manufacture and market narcotics and highly addictive sedatives. Their operatives manipulate the medical community and lobby among politicians for a ‘pain-free’ America. The producers of the leading commercial ‘gateway’ into addiction, Oxy-Contin, is Purdue Pharmaceuticals. The company was founded by the Sackler family under the leadership of Raymond Sackler and his brothers. They started out with laxatives, but eventually introduced the highly addictive tranquilizer, Valium. In the 1990s, they began pushing the most profitable prescription drug in history, Oxy-Contin. Purdue Pharma set up an aggressive large-scale sales force to convince physicians that their product was not addictive. They paid physician-researchers to publish fraudulent data on the safety of Oxy-Contin. These experts-for-hire in the burgeoning pain industry received huge fees to peddle Purdue’s drug, and sell the notion of American patients enjoying a completely ‘pain free’ existence. Nevertheless, it remains a mystery how the highly-trained medical community could be so easily deceived when even the average street addict was aware of the drugs narcotic nature. The Sackler family’s net worth rose to over $14 billion dollars, while Purdue Pharmaceuticals reaped over $35 billion dollars in profit from Oxy-Contin.
Meanwhile scores of thousands of prescription addicts died each year and millions sunk into addiction,
ill health and degradation, dragging their communities with them. Following Sackler’s example, other pharma billionaires joined in. Opioid pain medication was so cheap to produce and had created its own ever-expanding demand as teenagers raided grandmother’s medicine cabinet in search of narcotics and poor workers lined up at ‘pill mills’. Oxy-Contin and its siblings produced the highest profit margin in pharmaceutical history, far exceeding the so-called “block-buster” drugs.
This totally predictable and preventable devastation eventually led to Purdue Pharmaceuticals being
fined $634.5 million dollars in 2007 for fraudulently covering up the addiction and overdose potential
of Oxy-Contin. However, the political influence of the Sackler family protected their members from any accusation of misconduct or criminal conspiracy. Their influence in political and judicial circles
was unparalleled. Oxy-Contin and other addictive drugs are still being mass produced, and are contributing to the death of over 65,000 workers each year. In response to the crack-down on prescriptions of narcotics, millions of addicts have transitioned to cheap street heroin and the dangerously potent Fentanyl to feed their sickness. Physicians provided the gateway to a life of street addiction, violence and eventually death—while authorities continue to look the other way.
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DOCTOR ELLIS
DOCTOR ELLIS is a dark musical experiment, a soundtrack to a film that doesn’t exist. Electronic, creepy and atmospheric, the project floated to the surface of the strange waves created by Northern Ontario broadcasting pirates, Radio Konton. Personnel consists of plunderphonic producer Kid Mania, pirate radio selector DJ Deadzone and the Chapman stick artist Jason Brock. ... more
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