Dear Angel of Dust. Researchers have since learned that junk DNA is functional even though it does not code. Over the last year, I’ve been using the ;) [flirt emoticon] a lot. Speaking of miR-941, I read Proclus for my opium, it excites my imagination to let sail before me the pleasing & grand figures of gods & daemons & demoniacal men. Her silver Mercedes E270 had been vandalised with the word ‘arbitrary’ scratched into the paintwork in six-inch high caps. Jared Bottle couldn’t help notice that the scrap of paper had been pinned to his hand. Oompa-Loompas? In truth, I was expecting to see shabbily paid dwarves who were painted orange and forced to wear overalls. I mean, before I went on hajj, the most valuable advice that I heard was to remember that no matter how awful people in Mecca might be to me, they were far worse to the Prophet. In the city where people literally heaped camel intestines on Muhammad’s head, how can I cry about its lost innocence now that it has a Burger King and Paris Hilton shop? Nothing to see here! Just a knobby robo-dildo-snake. It’s the HiBot ACM-R5, courtesy of Japan. Is cereal soup? A little known fact about “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic Part I” is that it’s my father playing the violin solo. 902 CE. From then till now, countless I’s have searched for this grey-green brick molded with eleven Sanskrit lines. Mutagenic agent frees the determining of its intention. Nest against demand fits exactly more capable. The impressionism feels inordinately hedonistic. A young nest passes to request. Goes quite founding much good. This part just gets to observation. The introduction to that organ makes law domestic. In words he whirled something something time. The roof over each of his operas smelled of lumps. I live in a 21st century dust bowl, accidentally-on-purpose-built. The wild things try to find water in the cities and are killed. After I am finished, I dig out the eyes, cut off the nose, the tongue, I break the fingers, legs, arms, and lastly, I gut. I set the body aside to cool down. Then, I pause a bit. I start thinking about the mortal carcass. What did he think a moment ago, yesterday, last year? Did he want me to forgive him or ease his well-deserved punishment? I imagine him in various stages of life and in ordinary situations. Then I cover him in salt, wrap him in rags, drain the fat and press him, gradually and carefully, to avoid breaking any bones, extracting all blood left in the meat. Next, I wash him repeatedly to remove the salt, and hang him in a dark, well-ventilated room. During the first week of the 1999 Belgrade bombing, the zoo director tried to move all of the mid-size animals to an underground shelter, but none would budge from their cages. He had no sedatives. The sounds of the NATO airplanes unhinged the animals. The regular machinic noise acted against nature, triggering an apocalyptic genetic sequence, a self destruction script. Animals ate their young and killed each other. The sounds of killing and omophagia were unbearable, everything screamed and growled at maximum volume. Once the script ran, the animals would not be freed. The air was too dense to allow any willed movement. The human being is this night, this empty nothing, that contains everything in its simplicity — an unending wealth of many presentations, images, of which none happens to occur to him — or which are not present. This night, the inner of nature, that exists here — pure self — in phantasmagorical presentations, is night all around it, here shoots a bloody head — there another white shape, suddenly here before it, and just so disappears. One catches sight of this night when one looks human beings in the eye — into a night that becomes awful, it suspends the night of the world here in an opposition. In this night being has returned.
[Note: Sources: 1157. Nathaniel Mackey, From a Broken Bottle Traces of Perfume Still Emanate; Tom R, as quoted in Marya Berry, FB post, 27 Nov 012; Tyler Schnoebelen, as quoted in Pagan Kennedy, “Who Made That Emoticon?”, at NY Times, 23 Nov 012; JBR, but see above, Marya Berry FB post; Giles Goodland, FB post, 27 Nov 012; <Daily Mail article, Nina Power, as quoted in Power, FB post, 27 Nov 012; Dave Schilling, “Pissing In A Candy Urinal At Willy Wonka’s Latest Store”, at Vice, 27 Nov 012; JBR; Michael Muhammad Knight, “Paris Hilton in Mecca”, at Vice, 27 Nov 012; Matt Staggs, “Japanese Snake Robot Swims Into Your Nightmares”, at Disinformation, 27 Nov 012. 1158. Andrew Kuo, as quoted in “Is Cereal Soup? Question of the Day”, at Vice, 27 Nov 012; Timothy Morton, “King Crimson Proofs”, at Ecology Without Nature, 24 Nov 012; Xi Chuan, “A Sanskrit Brick from Nanzhao (738–937): after a Vietnamese poet” (tr. Lucas Klein), at Cha; Erica T Carter, “Absolutely guaranteeing”, at Erica T Carter: The Collected Works (“Time drafted: 5/6/2004 9:54:05 AM. Seed source author: Bob Perelman. Seed source text: Virtual Reality. Seed words: impressionism guarantee provocative mutagenic hope nest”); Allen Bramhall, “When Friedrich Nietzsche Crouched Over a Gopher”, at Simple Theories, 27 Nov 012; Donna Snyder, FB comment, 27 Nov 012; Irina Knezevic, and GWF Hegel, from the Realphilosophie manuscript, 1805–06, as quoted in Knezevic’s NIGHT OF THE WORLD exhibition booklet, at Alderman Exhibitions]