w. l. schafer WLS jazzresin. Remote View Scanner for Historical Presence, iOs recording artist

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Certainly can relate to the Beez bum bill bee. Cell phones r killing me to. Perhaps something to do with time/space/neuromagnetic electric fields that we're not quite savvy to. The holographic nature of the universe wows and flutters eventually withers away at the electrical nature of life/reality/synapse. It's all around us All the time. NEVER any bandwidth silence in the invisible freuency ether wind. The BZZzzzzz is replaced with the hyperfax sounding (RYOJI IKEDA!!! RYOJI can heal with the most evil of poisons!!! RYOJI may be the most important composer since BAch/beethoven/Mozart/Wagner/Schoenberg/Cage/XENAKiS!!!!!! RYOJI may very will be our Salvation.RYOJI IKEDA!!!!) Haven't felt right in years. Ever since that hospital pager next to the gonads...since the wife purchased 'cell' prison phone. Ball n' chain...ever since the 'SmaartFone' has smartened me to the point of a sharp dullness like pain in the medulla. The reptilian brain begins to balk and default. Null becomes the easiest hack and the big Syntax Error of it all with the harsh analog Beep reminding us of how far we've come and how much we've lost in the process. ADApT or eXtIncTioN. Too far along to care for either. Transmogrification Avatar synthesizer play us one more pop song before the end.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Wonderful to know you old friend! Congrats on your second star child, (hope she's stardust and not the nosoul holographic dark matterÐë®gä©.

Other than my reading of shulgin I have no practical knowledge of your substance in query. Me, I've been illicit free since 2006, quit ETOH out of boredom last year...started backup lately also out of boredom. ***** I subscribe monthly to in order to tame the sabateur fifth columnist resting in the shadows of my will. Effective enough though life seems to flash by so quick...no luxerious slow time fer me (WE certainly took our fill of the old slow motion back in the day... Believe we were monsantobaby sububurban refugees turned hillbilly bohemian skyheads apeing as college students (give me that gentleman's B any day, practiced and well versed upon effortless effort.) I smoke marlboro blue with excellent results. My former asthma is near extinct with only a flashback or two caused by cats or family memories.

I have had a difficult three years health wise due to unknown ailment of skin upon the back of my neck/scalp. Multiple dermatologists and dozens of nasty failures of pharmecutical stabs in the dark I am left continually tormented. A sensation of 'out of place' pressure. THOUSANDS of ingrown hair. I have returned to an earlier technique of DIY surgery. Correcting some bad code written in sanskrit upon the noggin. Why? Numerous theories. Most sound being due to saxophone strap,hot head,pork pie hat issues. Most far out? Alien possesion of my flesh with soul terminating weaponry!! (Everyone thinks the invaders have to be 4'10 to 6'1".... No no no real tiny they can be. Not from OUT there either more like RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE NOW just transmigrated parallel like.) Sometimes I think lord above and the devil wagered bets upon my outcome like some modern JOB. All I really know is that I've learned to suffer well. Eh, but I ramble. Holla back atcha soon old buddha.

Friday, May 6, 2011

William Schafer Neural implants reboot update reset reboot update downloading new modules please enter user name password on 32 apps. Updating app information. Reboot. Please restart your computer enter user name and password. Password does not match usr name unknown. Modules updating OTA rim neural implants version 6.o.6 bundle 243....repeat cycle.meanwhile I stand here contemplating the sins of previous hacks and injections. Shouldn't of commited surgery upon myself. Synapses fraid unravelling. I smell ancient smells of the blessed past. Wake up to the stench a burning rotten vegetative dankness. Feel close to death and everything spirals metafiction. Reality? No some inner transmogrification. A forceful change for no reason. Paradigms flipper flipper flam. This life to be such a scam.the fink inside me is the fink God we succumb to in sarcastic negativity

Thursday, May 5, 2011

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Monday, May 2, 2011

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Thomas R. Pynchon: Spermatikos Logos - A

http://www.themodernword.com/pynchon/
Kekule dreams the Great Serpent holding its own tail in its mouth, the dreaming Serpent which surrounds the World. But the meanness, the cynicism with which this dream is to be used. The Serpent that announces, 'The World is a closed thing, cyclical, resonant, eternally-returning,' is to be delivered into a system whose only aim is to violate the cycle. Taking and not giving back, demanding that ?productivity' and 'earnings' keep on increasing with time, the System removing from the rest of the World these vast quantities of energy to keep its own tiny desperate fraction showing a profit: and not only humanity--most of the world, animal, vegetable, and mineral, is laid to waste in the process. The System may or may not understand that it's only buying time. And that time is an artificial resource to begin with, of no value to anyone other than the system, which must sooner or later crash to its death, when it addiction to energy has become more than the rest of the World can supply, dragging with it innocent souls all along the chain of life."