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modaya:: 8/31/2001
Pandora's wonderful... er... and I'm sasm:
Re: A proposed Vampyric Gov.
Agreed wholeheartedly!
So, what can this proposed Vampire Government do for us? That is what I would like to know. Do we want acceptance from the masses of "norm", I think not.
I've never asked my taco for acceptance. LOL Let's be honest here, what we need are organizations run by vampires by consensus, not governments to (as Sasm so delightfully put it) turn us into a public display. I wish Sasm were here to answer to this proposal.
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Pandora
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Ken Prasad on farmpoetry posted A Manifesto and Anti-Manifesto for OUTER-ART
by
Florentin Smarandache and a bio of the joker a few posts later. Somehow I was/am infuriated. Not that this person is anti art, but that he's so hipocritically academic and anti-art when both institutions are part of the same capitalist bourgeoise system. Destroying one, as a means to empower him in the other. Asshole!
[my post to farmp]
What is the value of such a manifesto as Floree puts forth? To share ideas or gain followers?
He's not odd, but rather a fraud. You cannot position yourself on
both sides of the game and have any credibility. If he runs from
one aesthetic stream to the opposite self proclaimed pool of
unart, he should have done it for better reasons than because
the big boys wouldn't let him play, as his biography suggests.
And as well, why would he go to school, get eduficated [sic] and
then position himself as an academic? Is not academe some
form of aesthetic, or at least equal place of privlege?? It is a
cosmology and I guess a discourse, so why not an aesthetic.
If he REALLY wanted to be an anti art fart, he should be firmly in
the gutter... refuse all publicity and name... refuse to do art...
refuse to think art... refuse to even think. If he would just fester in
a cesspool and do it so completely that his mind rotten in its
shell, and his bones rot beneath his skin. Then I would praise
this seething putrid mass of excrement as being fully and
completely anti/non/not/unArt. But I'd hold my nose well doing it.
Sorry, it is past my bed time.
Sasm
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modaya:: 8/30/2001
Ander's posted this link, but not the pict, on Thraxil.
Rapatronic Photographs Developed by Dr. Harold Edgerton in the 1940s, the Rapatronic photographic technique allowed very early times in a nuclear explosion's fireball growth to be recorded on film. The exposures were often as short as 10 nanoseconds, and each Rapatronic camera could take exactly one photograph.
Shot Lea from Operation Hardtack II (1958, 1.4KT)
This test was a "fizzle" in yield, and suspended from a balloon 1500 feet above surface. The balloon's mooring cables absorbed thermal energy ahead of the fireball and created the three 'spikes' visible.
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Vampire caught in Mayalasia. With pictures ;-) How do I loook?
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modaya:: 8/28/2001
Well, things may be looking up. I have just had a long heavy session with an old friend I thought I had lost. Maybe there is light in the darkness after all. Of course the first thing he does is send me a massive long poem to proofread. Make a friend, lose a friend, regain a friend, work your butt off.
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modaya:: 8/27/2001
Blogger's been deader than me for the past couple of days. I don't know what to do. Should I give up? Fight? Or just roll over and be dead.
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modaya:: 8/26/2001
thraxil comments [???] quick poll:if a widespread distributed polymorphic software client somehow got its genetic algorithms a little ahead of the curve and achieved sentience, what would you do?
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modaya:: 8/23/2001
Vampire Poetry contains, you guessed it, one of my most recent rants. I didn't think it was poetry, but it is. I thought it was just point form notes <:)
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modaya:: 8/22/2001
Oh, what he was referring to is on my poetry blog: and was posted on a list or two. I submitted it, and an old poem, Left. to the Harrow... let's see if they like it.
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someone likes meeeeee! Who is Sasm? I'm impressed by the honesty of feeling in this "rant" and MasterE Thraxil says Gnutella is now user friendly... I'll get a copy and try again. I'm looking for software to add comments to my entries... I tried some from spazz, but they didn't work. I'll see if Miao's thingy, reblogger, will work. Shortgoth's heap of shit is now a blog! It has been elevated to the blog category on the right. I really do need to link to the blogs I read there... Hmmm... Thraxil likes it. And I do too: demian.5 comics: When I Am King dumped a quick poem, unRealVampires... on my poetry blog. modaya:: 8/17/2001 foreword.com | blogView 1.0 is a cool site. Another in the series: web sites that are opaque.
I'm trying out Blogger using Mozilla. Basically as a response to a discussion going on on thraxil. I guess I gotta drag myself kicking and screaming into the 19th Century. You should see how silly Mozilla looks with the blogger text interfact for typing. No horizontal scroll bars, but the blogger window is wider than my TiBook screen. Bonkers! Anders, I think, mentioned APPBATTLE on Thraxil. I love it. I just wish they'd explain what most of the icons are... I know Illustrator, browsers, fireworks, linux, doz, but what's the stupid dog? modaya:: 8/16/2001 The Bleeding Pen - Vol. 1, Issue 3 has the info online... shows the cover, and has my name in there.... wheeeee! Poetry of Sarah Smiles is on Pandora's site. I keep forgetting, as it is burried. But thanks to her nonetheless. modaya:: 8/15/2001 /usr/bin/girl is cooler than I ever was. Or will be for that matter. I do have a bit of a beef (bloody, no doubt). If a sentence you can't complete Vale! Sasm posted to a list. modaya:: 8/13/2001 Sarah Smiles, by Brahm Tchaikovsky is on my server in HiFi mp3 format, thanks to Danny! It was on his server, but it borked. So now it is on mine, but perhaps he'll still host the page. But it is here nonetheless... happy nights! The Death of TCP/IP: Why the Age of Internet Innocence is Over I got into AIM with some JavaExpress version so I could talk with Danny. Wheeeee! modaya:: 8/12/2001
Danny lost his web site. Silly little git. modaya:: 8/11/2001 CNN signs contract with Apple specialist worth $12 million. Good enough for me. I'm glad that they like what I like. Listening Intel? modaya:: 8/10/2001 Say it ain't so! French actor Belmondo suffers stroke. Ah, I'm breathless... APOCAMON: THE FINAL JUDGEMENT was forewarded to me by someone who had it forwarded to them by someone. 2Fcool I'm so far out, I'm too far in. modaya:: 8/9/2001 viva la ariesgirlie!'s guestbook forced me to register, ie. not make an anonymous or non-passworded comment, so I emailed her the following, and was pleased: Wanted to leave a comment, they wouldn't let me play I really liked your web site, got there from a cliche Cliche page: http://miramis.org/poet/ modaya:: 8/8/2001 The Sniveling Goat. There is no reason to cry. When you find a link like this off Danny's page. You just have to look. I'm just not in the mood to hear this sort of thing: Cross caste teenage lovers hanged to death in India. Having a bad relationship summer I guess. It is enough trouble to find someone in the first place and get them to stick around and not run away after some convolutions of their own fear and ego, let alone having the family of the bride come by with a noose. I may have a Harijan soul, but it gets kicked around like a Shudra one (Caste System). Now this is learning in action. Why wasn't my education this lively? TOKYO (Reuters) - The Tokyo office of the authors of a controversial Japanese history textbook suffered light damages in a suspected arson attack, police said on Wednesday. Failure Ophelia 2.0 modaya:: 8/3/2001 Did I tell you that I love thraxil? If but that I could we could love code spaces. modaya:: 8/1/2001 Ok. I'll admit it. I'm in mourning for lost love. But this made me laugh so hard that when I cried from laughing it made crying not feel so bad. Trying to preoccupy myself with some work, nothing coming up on Google. Totally failure of self diversion... in frustration I try in a magic line... broken hearts are for assholes... and get this!!!!! I still can't believe it. I just had to share it with you, whoever you are.... Sheik Yerbouti - Broken Hearts Are For Assholes Ya, ya. I should know, and I'm the last to know. I got to hear a song like this... if it can wipe away my tears I will love it for the end of time. Yes, I've done next to nothing. I've said next to nothing. I am next to nothing. I'll fight for text as a right in the next millenium.
Yahoo! Groups : vda-newcarthage Messages :Message 3373 of 3373 From:??"Master E"
Date:? Wed?Aug?22,?2001? 4:24 pm
Subject:? RE: [The Vampire/Donor Alliance] unRealVampires...
would like to use it on My website.
aka: BEU
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I find that I feel that the average blood sucking leech should have a remedial command of the chosen tongue of discourse. If you're a vampire, free of the woof and warp of society, then for god's sake take a correspondence English course or something? The Dead have dignity, for Christ, or anti-christ's, sake.
then you don't need to die.
Your cortex is already gone
and your brain is apple pie.
You want to be the undead
and you think you now know how
but you forgot that there's an eloquence
for which you cannot vie.
So be, if you will, a trailer trashed
reject of 3rd rate film and stage,
remain a standin for the foe
or if not foment a rage
because if you have the balls or cunt
to be the undead witch
you'd better learn to write and spell
you fucking wordless witch.
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reminds me why Bill Gates is the beast.
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Danny built it up again, bit by bit by bit.
Danny made it perfect, as Danny's won't to do,
except he forgot one little page, and without that I'm through.
You see he had the Sarah song, the greatest on the net,
and if he never puts it back, I'll fret, and fret, and fret.
That Sarah song is my own song, given by mom to me.
She sang it to me in my crib when I was wee wee wee.
And every time I hear that song, I think of mom long gone
and cry to think that all I have is her voice in a song.
So Danny, hear my plaintive cry and fix your fucking page
cause I'm all nasty cranky, and somewhat in a rage.
The song, sweet song, will calm me down and fill my heart with joy,
and I know you'd like to help, cause you're a sweet sweet boy.
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This vapid thrash of emotions and mindtrash
has eviscerated the organs of my love.
What's a girl to do?
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unless I gave a magic word, and signed my life away.
It tried to leave me voiceless, silencing my song
so I got all pissed off, and righted what was wrong.
Thus you get this email, in bombastic verse
a bit long and flighty, not that tight or terse.
so I thought I'd tell you, in couplets, so to speak.
Offending page that made me log in to respond: http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=8431473&nc=1
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A softly sigh and broken glance
was all of him that day I saw.
Lost in thought on thoughts now lost,
he saw me see him, or me see him see me.
Perhaps we each the other viewed,
but unthinking of the other that we saw,
we passed by passing pleasantries;
passing passive, unaware that we had met.
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It is hotter than the dog barking in the next compound over.
I'm angry. I am ill and I feel ugly as sin.
But as the man says, "My irritability keeps me alive and ticking."
As for now, piss off!
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