Canto XIV Today, the Air Force would have made him 'DNIF'—Duties
Not to Include Flying Lo, there was great shimmering as Crispus parted the sky and sent packets of foil fluttering to Earth it wasn't the shock of scooting out of the primordial rather the onset of being conscious of rebellious mud between the ears sounding out images that likened to nothing willed or wanted Force
Interdiction Electronic Counter-Measures Neither prophecy nor nightmare as frightening as unpredictable thoughts and uncontrolled desires as though the god were introspecting mind and soul yet mind and soul insulting the god could result terra firma no longer firmer much more terror SIN eliminate competitors from future generations eliminate environmental impact statements public comment not only was one separate from the god but separate from one self seizures frightened as badly as blank looks Socrates daemon thinking him eliminate false imprisonment defrocking statehood eliminate fitness reports early relief Checotah bare-bones health plans where the lie belies the truth because one doesn’t know where the truth lies eliminate adequate disclosure impromptu press conferences eliminate accuracy rates casualty reports photoreconnaissance de Gaulle sd/ “How can anyone govern a country that has 246 kinds of cheese?” and Laval ans/ “I wish for a German victory.” Do you believe in G-d? in these Christmas tree ornaments? hand-made in the Holy Land from Genuine Grade A Olive Wood? Do you believe in the Camel in the Manger? the Candle in the Bell? the Star in the Womb? the Baby in the Book? Do you believe in Baba Yaga? Zeus? Mithras? Sacred Fire? Do you believe Silent Night? Smirnov sd/ “People's actions can in fact be controlled by unnoticed acoustic influence.” Will you renounce Satan? Cigars? Vodka? Erasers? Satin Sheets? Canadian Bacon? Tofu? Sable? Zymurgy? String Theory? Methods of latent impact on the human psyche are no longer secret. not SIN but the Ass in me relinquishing regeneration restyling as EYE and enveloping making Crispus less pilot and more mad bomber more wild quo vadis and less quidditas more exclamatory and less residual more love of the new less love of the bold less love of the sold more love of the told fold crowed even more love of the VT snowed —get off . . . That our progress has been regress from most of our traits— a confusion of CONscience caused through mitochondrial Eve Jaynes sd/ “A whole kingdom where each of us reigns reclusively alone, questioning what we will, commanding what we can.” You must be born again— . . . leave no forwarding address . . . froward and dyspeptic . . . colored ribbons folded forward ag’in and ag’in you must be reincarnated Kurzweil sd/ “We can't just download knowledge.” We are not kosly,— we shop at the Gap. Updike sd/ “Men had no consciousness but were automatically obeying the voices of gods.” And why must I deal with any of this? What god has doomed me to pleasance? What orchid has bloomed beneath my sphere? Beneath my realm where I am I? Show dogma . . . Show sin . . . Show riches . . . time shift digital data extraction outpaces analog analysis therefore digital analysis becomes more essential and the more digital analysis takes precedence the more differentiation between analog and digital, ugh! space shift spatial area for digital warehousing diminishes while analog space increases, i.e. bits shrink while paper expands so fewer people look at paper, lcd, data, entry, size, etc. Centuries of wrestling with the Angel give over to twenty years of typing into the Aether— blogging and then not pages archived and never read merely absorbed as patterned experience to be filed folder after folder of unmitigated data people filed unless they can flee And Kurzweil sd/ “The
crossover point is around 2030 and
non-biological intelligence will continue its
exponential rise.” even DNA tweaked will make us less than wookiees even our heads shaved and emblazoned with bar-codes will not be enough paranoid yet cliched out of existence by ultra-swoosh Pueblo unida jamas sera vencido— unless Newmont is our golden neighbor— and Crispus learned the fable that on Xmas Eve at Midnight the Dog will speak, “Taxes can be paid online.”
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