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Slinging tuneage like some fried or otherwise soused short-order cook

03 August 2008

ÉÉN - ZEVEN - DRIE - DRIE - VINF - ZEVEN

Perceptions. Delusion indeed. Imemat hipped me to the Conet Numbers Project. I went over to Egg City Radio & downloaded the four files. I've been playing them continuously since I got them. Matt said about listening to them while falling asleep. I have them on random play all the time. After the first day & night, I duct-taped the headphones to my head. I haven't been to work or outside since I started re-programming. Except at nighttime, to do its bidding. Last Saturday I charged up my mp3 player, pocketed a back-up battery, pulled on a Jets stocking cap to cover the duct-tape, & cranked up the volume. I headed out looking for some asshole being himself at some Citizen's expense. I was packin' & I knew what to do. It was clearing my mind of everything but purpose. Coupla a bangers snatchin' a purse off some lady with three kids. Fuck. I just took'em out & walked away. The lady was, like,"Thanks Mister!" Mister. Yeah! MISTER!!! I've just been working hard in my room most of the time, decoding more & more of the code. I order delivery pizza & leave the money out front, wait 'til the delivery dude splits, & then grab the pie, 2liter soda, & a salad (I'm watchin' my health). The random play factor is actually a God-send. My next assignment this week-end is even more empowering. Then I need to begin scouring the Web for more clues & missing segments of the code. I am being re-programmed for the Final act. Hope to see you soon. Hope to see you soon. NØ

2 comments:

  1. ...the walrus is in the jaccuzi...

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  2. Beautiful.

    As I scanned and read - scanned and read - what I pictured with terrible clarity in my mind's eye was the monochromatic leaves of a 1940's calendar fluttering towards the edges of the screen in quick succession ; each numerically stamped date growing ever larger and bolder until superseded by the next.

    A riot of numbers. Tumbling. Tumbling.

    For god's sake don't attempt the lottery! There's a riot of numbers and all of them are red.

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