“Becoming what I call, for lack of a better term, an android, means, as I said, to allow oneself to become a means, or to be pounded down, manipulated, made into a means without one’s knowledge or consent— the results are the same. But you Cannot turn a human into an android if that human is going to break laws every chance he gets. Androidization requires obedience. And, most of all, predictability. It is precisely when a given person’s response to any given situation can be predicted with scientific accuracy that the gates are open for the wholesale production of the android life form.”—
Philip K. Dick (From the essay: The Android and the Human)
Cut—fall remember not to stop. Let the rain touch the hood of the car.
Under the hood
a family of small ugly looking things,
a family nonetheless.
Holding up a lantern the father watches for his delivery,
Stroking his yellow beard
while the wife and daughter melt into the background blackness.
Ghost trucks behind
old locks of
Before I ever reach the ground
I found another opening in sound.
Sound which caries my
whump whump frequencies into little
Porcelain flower things.
Your ego is your imaginary friend
Not your ultimate enemy
Have you given up wall jumping?
Crunch down on it
My face in this country
My bones in another
My wrist hung over the galaxy like a toilet bowl
The morning after drinking too much.
Lions cool while molly feeds on little white flowers
I take in another way
WAKE UP THOSE NEURAL PASSAGWAYS AGAIN
You guys are like monopoly pieces thinking it really matters if you are the dog the cannon or the shoe…
I know my ego as the parrot on my pirate shoulder
What a wet blanket it can be if you let it.
The duallyverse dualverse verse
What a funny Universe
Transverse whatever you converse about
So crunch if im wrong but….
Drinking back the breath
Don’t worry, you won’t really sweat neon colors
Here’s an abstraction:
I come to you from a place called here
Here I am
It seems I am good at selection
That is, finding what I want to find
And retrieving what I want to retrieve.
This can be all good and fun but it’s the process that should be scrutinized
Selection comes from what I FEEL
I say “ooh I like that!” I’m going to pluck it out of its natural habitat and place it under the file name PLEASANT.
The “that makes me so mad” situation becomes an UNPLEASANT file in the folder
This is the impressionistic side of the selection process. What gets impressed upon the molding clay of my ‘self.’
The expressionistic side of the selection process is the retrieval as well as the arrangement of the retrieved. So if I want to make something pleasant I know where to go if I want to make something unpleasant I know where to go.
Perception based on feeling for my reality folders.
Only filing what I feel
To later have available for retrieval
To express my reality.
Because an expression is just the reflection of an impression
She can feel the uneasiness of the world
But is out of touch with her own uneasiness
Feeling undeserving of the good feelings she gets when she helps
She feels compassion for the other
She feels the need for penance in herself
What constitutes a sin in her eyes?
Its all a clingy culture
Why do I keep seeing food and a bowl splattered on linoleum?
Was it something I did when I was little and am still thinking about
All loving orange slob burning oven too much to be on under the stove status.
Everything is eye jewelry
Walk around the city
No not just walk… more like inhale the city
I want to lay against every building every person scene and scenery