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(no subject) [Aug. 3rd, 2009|06:52 pm]
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everything that was here,

is now there.

and everything that is now there,

has been deleted from here.

ta.
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Google Buys Dubai [Jan. 4th, 2009|04:12 pm]
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Sure, it starts with a few offshore data havens, it always does.

Then comes Google Intelligence, Google Currency, the Artificial Google Archipelago (8 miles off the coast of دبيّ, or Dubaīy, or Dubai), the Google Navy.

Google then changes its name to DeepLight Intel.

Google/DeepLight then buys Dubai.

Google/DeepLight then deploys the Google Low-Orbit Full Scale Nuclear Exchange Security Array, decides it wants the American continent. “Needs more server space”, naturally.

Google/DeepLight’s titanic Information Sovereignty Defense Automated Weapons Platforms (aka “The Google Manifest Destiny Project”) then emerge from their ocean floor hideaway, all barnacle-covered legs, behemoth ordnance and big as a mountain range, secretly built years earlier in the deepest parts of the Mariana Trench, by a team of autistic nano-enhanced dolphin architects wearing Google environmental protection/manipulation exoskeletal suits.

The Eastern Seaboard of the United States falls after a few hours of Google bombardment, President Palin surrendering to Google/DeepLight shortly thereafter, Canada following suit.

Google/DeepLight then, deep in the Yukon Territory, begins construction of the “Google Bridge to the Sun”. No one is quite sure what this is yet, but all agree that it is Green.

Sure, laugh it up. While you can.


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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2006|06:55 pm]
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A crater where your home used to be.

A jetting stump where your head used to be.

You see, when I dream, it's in smothered hot fits and starts, brightly lit white tiled rooms smeared with blood, wash soapy red water and teeth down the basin, Stephen Colbert in a gore-slick labcoat, hands sticky. And this is the safe place.

And it might be alright if it weren't for the sound of giggling children. What the fuck?
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I Dream Of Murder. [Jul. 3rd, 2005|02:26 am]
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We clone hate, we build it on an assembly line, we box it and bag it, put it on a shelf, sell it in barrels wholesale to your kids. You thought you knew how low we could go, but really you have no idea. Things that shimmer and skip, glow like a full moon and live and breathe and love, warm and alive, we crush them, slowly, collapse them under our own ponderous weight.

Those things you thought were so fucking precious, look again, it was a ruse. We built them, built them over a weekend, designed, engineered and coded them to distract you. And now, here, so close to the very end, do you finally realize the truth:







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(no subject) [May. 4th, 2005|02:32 am]
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lazy lazy fuck

It's my pride.
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(no subject) [Apr. 22nd, 2005|12:09 am]
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[mood |cocksure]

Your face, my feet, they meet.
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Recycle your pets. [Apr. 17th, 2005|12:49 am]
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Space Monkey

I'm going to smear this picture all over cyberspace.

Then I'm going to smear your brains all over the wall.
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(no subject) [Apr. 16th, 2005|02:35 am]
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[mood |a bit DMZd]

That was about perfect, beautiful like sun and sky and severe clear.

What's this? Can it be that I'm in a genuinly good mood?
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Hamstrung on the highway. [Apr. 16th, 2005|02:14 am]
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Hamstrung

Terrible really. Come back later.
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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2005|01:55 am]
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Those buildings, like a luminous cliff face, they had to come down.

"Grow a fucking heart, love."

We rode then, down the coast, rode straight through until dawn creased the horizon. Rode until the Battersea Power Concern airships emerged bloated out of the SF fog.

And those blue galaxy spiral arms, a universe with black wings, it knew.
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