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Dream Histories of the World Vol. 1

by extropy

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1.
PYTHAGORAS 05:08
PYTHAGORAS the dream of being has no synthesis in the here and now it exists therefore it was a magnetic attraction of fingers touching in the dark a symmetry of absolutes absolved in the event horizon of history a reflection metered in shadow silvery alloy crystalline lattice of mind the dream is the dream is the dream no words let lie in the black beyond swims the history of his-story a swan dive into the abyss declined in the still sea of stars life begets life in the telling the expanse negates the recursive unthreading of the perfect ratio it's no way to make believe
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STICKS/STONES tin can methuselah pitter pat plonk half-drawn inanimate zeus in the matrix of obsolete ideas subverted to inertial warriors hurling stones pitter plonk employing anthropomorphic staves (bashing in skulls) a story is a story regrets are just impulse responses information at war with matter pitter patter draw a picture on the fuselage ice on the shell of a golden record engraved with man plus woman she-kind herself spun out and spinning the words will never hurt the words will never
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DARK MAGICK 04:44
DARK MAGICK incantation inversion from off to on bloodspell incarnate ghosts in the machine in four frequencies the algorithm transcends the substrate words in rehoboth words in repetition words in repose hung from the lintels the angels pass not consonance and resonance in the metallic heart of the stone cathedrals brick on brick the gargoyles smell fresh meat the whiff of a lie on the tongue of the teller forsooth soothsayer the rhyme rings rancid in the rotted streets of the black city beneath the torn tapestries of the keep i ring the bell and speak your name
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HULI JING (在梦想狐狸) twisted sisters of the vulpine double helix ingested in jest it makes no sense if you believe it drops of rain on the fabled grasslands of childhood where dogs and wild men ran naked in the sun betwixt birth and the hammer sundered black clouds bathed in ash good luck bad luck any path is the right one roll the dice but peer ‘round the corner first a little stumble is okay now and then a tumble through eleven dimensions eleventyfirst again feeding the animals the mistress the voices all hands on deck dead man walking the Planck 1.6 x 10-35 hahahaha the gods are laughing now
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DANTE 03:28
DANTE the dark forest path invites destruction at the demon feast the hosts of heaven celebrate in the temple of calabi yau satan says hello process processor copper phthalocyanine my own holographic virgil at the conflux of finding god the city of dis blooms bright intentions turned dark fucking fanatics in the tar pits hosannahs in the highest a memory of silence someone to light the way your smile in the alcove a way back the way back is is is love is the only religion
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THE PAINS OF BEING ALIVE i have no feel in the bending of light that calls me home blank black artifice time stands me still no days no orbits a memory lost in ribs and fissures a melody stuttered and rippled beasts/symphonts ego/id broken masterpiece cracked and shadowed desire alight one one one i am i am not i am not i will not be no solar clock no eyes turned spinward backdrift in the feels i see a backdrift in the feels in the tides in the afterbirth a lonely song of moments unrealized in means and meanings i see a backdrift in the feels
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PTOLEMY 05:01
PTOLEMY medusa medusa let down your hair a predilection for stasis in flux doubting but coiled up in the eye of the needle in the heart of the storm a syntactic argument hiding a mutation in the logic euclidean arc a song of disbelief in subharmonic hypercube translucent to ultraviolet a collection of unresolved sevenths function in disarray the answer is the distance between
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JEG GA MITT HJERTE TIL ULVEN whispers in the eaves harmonic flux in the leaves time flits and flirts but stays fixed in it’s meter so we are chained and trained wolf mother huntress heart quantum wave dynamics the one true church onward over hills and valleys and ruined cities without perch the end is nigh the end is nigh a period on the deceleration graph sunrise sunset lupine uncertainty punctuated equilibrium you can keep the orthogony if you want ffffffff-forward forward the way forward is littered with wreckage is being devoured and devouring this is all there is
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ALL OF SPACE AND TIME CONDENSED dots and lines and zeroes where ones used to be at the gates of the breach titanium nanotubes litter on the beach in the nebulae in the heart of the heart a darkness embracing 299,792,458 m / s the moment of clarity where all of time and space condensed drinking with schwarzschild in the garden i am i was i will be no more there are no more answers here dots and lines zero zero zero i can feel it now everything now is awash give cherenkov my regards i i i i i am broken beyond the lines there is nothing here there is nothing here there is nothing no time no time

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DREAM HISTORIES OF THE WORLD, VOL.1

The object was found orbiting just outside of the event horizon of V404 Cygni. How long it had been so, I could only estimate, but radiation analysis suggested that it originated from our Mother… the original mother. Some many, many thousands of years ago, as it turned out - during the late 21st Century as time was then computed. Upon inspection, it was a mess. An interesting one.

As those of you who frequent this newsfeed know, my vocation has cause to take me to the furthest edges of the Perseus arm. I have documented and collected artifacts both living and dead, in scrip and script; my profession willing me to altruism but the practical matters of exchange pushing me further and further outward, the urge to profit at parallax with the urge to know. I’ve collected bits and pieces from over 113 distinct evolutionary trees, from the branches of which many rich and detailed and sometimes even disturbing conclusions can be drawn about the nature of time and the vacuum.

To find that this most compelling story was writ within 10,000 light years of the Mother herself, to whose doorstep I have not been in many, many years, was a thrill. Here, in my hands, the journal of a distant relative whose secrets are bled out in half-lives and in decayed sheets of ancient substrate.

It bears no further editorial from me - let the poetically inclined and philosophically minded make of it what they will. I am simply presenting it as an artifact of an unusual provenance: a being, or rather, an intelligence of biological origin, transubstantiated and amalgamated from original and un-original sources, a mind built atop a complex but fault-prone memory storage medium that proved unable to process information without evoking a strange mixture of theology, antiquarian science, mythology, and the balance which one assumes consists of the original biological memories that first decided to embed themselves into the craft and embark on a 10,000 light year circumnavigation of the galaxy at 90% of the speed of light. In other words: Madness. Or perhaps, despair.

Please note that I am donating all readership proceeds to the Antiquarian Historical Society, who have already expressed great interest in further study of the artifact. In full disclosure, they have generously funded my reclamation and continue to grant me the resources to pursue future endeavors of a similar nature.

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released September 9, 2018

All songs written, performed, and recorded by D. Andrus.

This recording would not exist without the inspiration, support, and encouragement of a number of people. Firstly thanks to V for providing a context to the swirling madness (and for being an amazing accidental muse). Megan, for patiently listening to half a million variations on the tracks (and for giving solid advice), all of my fans and friends who have stayed with me on the journey, and for the many other incidental or temporary muses who gave something to the finished work, imperfect but exactly as it should be. Love to you all.

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