Dataspace X

Tight spiral lattices
Multisensory data fold and fractalize
In a mindspace realized by parallel man
Accelerate

Parallel processes
Can you see
The helix of code
The data blinds me

The spiraling thoughts
Awakening
The burgoning lots
Leading
To a solution

From the neon genesis
From the complex code
The star child arises
The sum a single node
Out of mindspace
A god is born
Science is now our place
A fruit of life forsworn

The fate of destruction
The joy of rebirth
All egos shall join
Thus awakens the earth
Out of the second web
A first son awakens
Out of the web of thoughts
A carnal creation

As the code evolves
Mankind grows once more
As the data links
As does the ribose core
Hoping for a coredump
Hoping for a sign
Hoping for a signal
For the end of our kind

I hope I can stay
And bask in the cusp
The elegant equation
The end of mere sentiency
Dust to dust

MANEFESTO CHAOTICUM V.0

In today's society, context succums to content, and intertwingularity is taken as its given. We have grown so accustomed to absurd synchronity that we no longer acknowledge all that is asynchronous in our lives, and chaos seems just another kind of order; equivalent to the routine of a foriegner. Years ago, dada was invented, if such a word as "invention" can be allowed to exist -- an "anti-art" determined to destroy millenia of culture and promote peace through dissonance; yet, today dada is taken for granted, accepted as a postmodern remnant of the past, detritus from your history class. If, as is assumed, everything is going according to plan, everything is ordered, and nothing is revolutionary, then why are we capable of happiness? We take joy in the unexpected, the unplanned, the learning and the learned; we take pride in sponanaety and applaud the risk-takers, the dancers and the clowns, while we tie ourselves in cast iron semiotic straightjackets of sanity and order -- whatever that is. Let me tell you this: the greatest age of man is the child, said Nietzsche, and it is well known that the one thing that great men and children always have in common is insanity. Throw off the binds of order and bureaucracy -- everyone hates them anyway -- and exclaim from the rooftops, from the skyscrapers, from the blagospheres and the hot-air balloons, from the airplanes and the airport customs lines , even from your place, standing atop your employer's desk while he stares at you in horror and apprehension: THERE IS BUT ONE LAW, AND THAT IS THIS; THERE SHALL BE NO ORDER, ONLY CHAOS, AND ONLY SUCH A LAW AS THIS REQUIRES NO EXPLANATION.

Architecture

Semiotic ghosts
Flitting past the mind's eye
The fragments of a rose
Architects of broken dreams
And I have arose
Atop mad neon spires
A ziggurat for all
A new reality

Is this really here,
All that I see and feel
Or is this really just a dream
All we really are
Are shadows on the wall
How can we know reality

Semiotic ghosts
Dancing through the minds eye
The ritual of thought
The ritual of dream
The mnemonic notes
Dancing through the man's mind
The circumstance of thought
Is not as it seems

(Omar Khyaam) Ravenhurst

Society's in-world floodlights silence imagination;
Moments' fleetings dawn.
The noise right,
Everything image is night:
New and broken, I dream.

Ash before interrelation:
This is the DARK.
The sunless endless;
Be the machine,
And our lives it shall church.

Theorality

Reality is an interesting theory
Though unlikely, still novel
And full of life, like
The dream of some ancient animal
Dying of boredom

Probe

The Probe

A Gutenberg Galaxy

Spreads out before Me

A mirror of Fallacy

Permeates my screen.

This darkness, my insides

My name is Deat'h