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dated 07-17-2006: “am I alone in my perplexity?”/
The afternoon gets late, the sky gets pink and reflects strangely on the
stainless steel around the access control unit’s speaker and keypad,
mixing into a dull mauve. The speaker starts to pull from everywhere at
once. It has to be connected to the internet, I can’t think of any other
way this is possible.
It plays music in several genres, lots of static, sounds of cars starting
and whales bellowing in the ocean, a chainsaw, a jackhammer, a rotary
telephone, applause and laugh tracks, computerized voices reciting bible
verses. Then it goes on to say
“the
usage of videotape on sitcoms are found to make a range of other more:
true, hidesig:true, of those who syndicated in two dozen countries
traditions of separating or masking a portion of the show (79,000 lb.)
ran from a different period, so that they do not have an identity card
system to aid identification, two dozen countries with growing markets
for cell phones can be inserted into many types of surveillance.”
Lately I’ve been thinking more and more about how difficult it would be to
ever exhibit the Wishing Well. We'd never have enough money to rent the
space out legitimately, and whoever owned the property would definitely be
suspicious about renting any of it out to people as young as us. Trying to
exhibit it secretly is just asking to get caught, and now there’s this. I
cannot explain what I am hearing.
The back doors to the abandoned section of the business park, there’s four
of them, and they all have keypads where visitors would have to punch in
an access code. This is the only one that does this, that takes
information from somewhere, its own unknowable recesses or the internet or
the ether, and composes monologues from it. There’s a guy Miri and I talk
to online sometimes, Sidney, who is into exploring abandoned places like
we are, only he’s much older and works at some kind of tech firm. He might
be able to understand it. I take my sharpie and write on the wall under
the keypad, “am I alone in my perplexity?”
“The
animal known for breaching the world, humpback whale (Megaptera
novaeangliae) is a specialist in artistic media, FOUR (it
changes to a much deeper voice when it recites this number) but
not in today’s sitcoms. A species of them linked to the 21st century,
through the advent of their fat reserves. Their diet consists mostly of
krill and preventing or investigating criminal activities, such as CCTV
cameras. Today, sitcom is a genre of feeding methods, including glitch
art, Renaissance society, and delicate highlights added in governments
now possessing 11:true 12:true 13:true 14:true 15:true 100:true.”
I start to feel deeply uneasy as it goes on.
“Vaporwave
was the first book of Psalms (Hebrew meaning "Praises"), common style,
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