Thursday, February 23, 2012

IAO Core: (the) singularity part 4: Hello Little Spark / Hallelujah

What appears as blackness in this case is a visual field so rich in data you can't see the florist for the bees. So just surrender and take things [It's not necessary to write this down -it will happen to you again, in the same way] shaggy muzzle of a perfunctory dispatch nuzzles your crotch and growls at the same time. Some will begin torso-miming the first act of a logistical play, startling and incestuous protective and cacoëpistic, so pretty and artistic, vernacular and déclassé little flyers.

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

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