Guest guest Posted April 4, 1999 Report Share Posted April 4, 1999 Holoworld Chalk all this up as experimental in nature; this trying to find myself is like trying to find lost keys at a psychic event. I poke the past like a body with my mind at where I've been for what I left behind. It's an experiment. Fire first seen looks interesting to touch like a world first imagined seems interesting enough to live in. Wonder so seductive like a drug we can stray through a fog and forget who we are spending days in a house built on a fault line and blame. Underneath a sky filled with simulated light and darkness I hear infants cry moving though some ritualistic transformation towards wholeness like an ego child birthed from unwillingness... nothing more. On tape etched in magnetic body fields that record and store pain and replay emotional reruns on circuit paths embedded in brain and astral body, a karmic tape recorder plays back memory. Psychic DNA. A mutant gene splits and passes on it's error and I learn to be abusive by being abused. It's like watching a rerun on the meditative channel. I was watching a rerun on the meditative channel. But then one day I tripped on the plug to the holoworld and like parlor trick magic dispelled when viewed from behind I can see a wizard heretic that pulls sticks and manipulates scenes from behind the way puppeteers animate marionettes. They wiggle but they're dead. That's not us, ...stranded in a cyborg realm where flesh and silicon fuse and drones march like zombies injecting coded strands of information into auric eggs reproducing psychic DNA again and again, evolving neural circuitry that feeds perception to a flesh and alloy head from a snaky spine treading in fluid in a sea of magnetic cosmic glue that holds together sub-atomic particles and molecular blocks of imagination that twirl in sequence like galaxies about virtual centers before they split apart back to nothing. And it becomes apparent how the world is just a holoworld for some peculiar actor and audience that never was, is not nor never will be. Cohesion is nonexistent like a rock solid, ethereal ghost... virtually nothing matters... (PEACE) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 4, 1999 Report Share Posted April 4, 1999 Are you sick man? David Bozzi wrote: > > Part 1.1 Type: Plain Text (text/plain) > Encoding: 7bit Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 4, 1999 Report Share Posted April 4, 1999 Wayne Wiksell wrote: > Wayne Wiksell <AAUUMMM > > Are you sick man? Suppose I were, I would thank you for being so spiritual and pointing that out. Sir, when you look into a mirror and become disturbed at what you see do you attempt to alter yourself by changing the reflection through the glass? Sincerest Blessings, David (cough) > David Bozzi wrote: > > > > Part 1.1 Type: Plain Text (text/plain) > > Encoding: 7bit Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 4, 1999 Report Share Posted April 4, 1999 This is how perceptions are distorted in the Internet medium. Wayne, David sent a poem to the list in HTML. Apparently your e-mail program does not show messages in HTML. David, Wayne did not read what you sent to the list. All he got was > > > Part 1.1 Type: Plain Text (text/plain) > > > Encoding: 7bit Everybody breathe deeply. Phil. > David Bozzi <david.bozzi > > Wayne Wiksell wrote: > > > Wayne Wiksell <AAUUMMM > > > > Are you sick man? > > Suppose I were, > I would thank you for being so spiritual and pointing that out. > > Sir, when you look into a mirror and become disturbed at what you see > do you attempt to alter yourself by changing the reflection through the glass? > > Sincerest Blessings, > > David > (cough) > > > > David Bozzi wrote: > > > > > > Part 1.1 Type: Plain Text (text/plain) > > > Encoding: 7bit > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 4, 1999 Report Share Posted April 4, 1999 Marcia: I was trying to figure out what the heck Wayne got so upset about. Then I thought maybe he was trying to be funny. I didn't get the poem either. But then when I read David's response especially the cough part I started laughing. (Not that everyone or anyone is interested in a blow by blow description of my reactions.) I was going to share with Wayne that David called me a horny broad my second day in the saloon. :-) I just noticed this isn't the saloon but what the heck. Phillip Burton wrote: > "Phillip Burton" <p_burton > > This is how perceptions are distorted in the Internet medium. > > Wayne, David sent a poem to the list in HTML. Apparently your e-mail > program does not show messages in HTML. > > David, Wayne did not read what you sent to the list. All he got was > > > > Part 1.1 Type: Plain Text (text/plain) > > > > Encoding: 7bit > > Everybody breathe deeply. > > Phil. > > > David Bozzi <david.bozzi > > > > Wayne Wiksell wrote: > > > > > Wayne Wiksell <AAUUMMM > > > > > > Are you sick man? > > > > Suppose I were, > > I would thank you for being so spiritual and pointing that out. > > > > Sir, when you look into a mirror and become disturbed at what you see > > do you attempt to alter yourself by changing the reflection through the > glass? > > > > Sincerest Blessings, > > > > David > > (cough) > > > > > > > David Bozzi wrote: > > > > > > > > Part 1.1 Type: Plain Text (text/plain) > > > > Encoding: 7bit > > > > ------ > Ideas on how we can improve ONElist? > > Check out the Suggestion Box feature on our new web site Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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