torpedo the long lost long lost
I am lost
long lost
torpedo the long lost long lost
I am lost
long lost
In the future, robots will consider jazz to be music of great tragedy. When they hear it, they will weep. Now surely we can all agree that the sound of adult weeping is not the same as that of a baby. Well, the same difference occurs in adult and baby robots. The builders of robots, and the programmers of their tears, weepsmiths, necessarily base the sounds on the human analogue; the human stereotype.
Enjoy this sample of robotic jazz accompanied by the sounds of a weeping baby robot.
me (all and over the town)
next to the door is a gravy boat that swings with two equal chambers or such pomp.
enlist ein fist.
in the first chamber, a similar spark will ignite something in the future. the explication of spontaneous bluster.
in the second chamber, if you were to compliment its countenance, the reward probably already happened.
for those that demand a sound logical procedure, I’ll reveal that the gravy is the blood of the beast.
and for those that have no other choice but long for time, i’ll say only this, “press your feet into the floor once more”.
today was a bag.
a bag of haikus.
the man was a clam.
a clam of shameful loveliness.
the pork was not so hot.
the not so hot was quite close.
twins know about close….
but when they wonder, they dance.
A truck and a dumpling meet in the road…
Not aware of each other, yet having so much in common.
(did the universe tell you teach or tell you to learn? and is there a difference between something the universe tells you to do and something you tell yourself to do? are you the whole universe and if so, can you wait five minutes or is that a pointless question?)
(double-down… the moon speaks in the language of rhythm
and that is what’s missing from my leben.)
Company Song
I started humming this today on the subway. It made me think that everything in the universe is in the exact right place. Or, the idea of something being right or wrong is an unnecessary concept, because it is the way it is… There is a view beyond the dichotomizing ways of ‘hue’mans, where both right and left are the same direction.