prescience produces either eidolons or spectral simians deliberately sinning through their excretions. miniature end state explanations. starts slide exchange. send data & eventually. you revolve around wetware. decompiling software. deep possessed by Pancho opal and the sum of two squares. meaningless aesthetic terrorism. till theology raises the beast of its own making. and some mysterious struggle earns its supersition. and souls spread open like roman slaves.
fuck you Samael. fuck you mr. president, sir. nervous eyes in the trance factory? god, golem, princes, powers. disjointed dogs guilty of loyalty. the end product of the demand for diciples.
obediance school drop outs fill half of our cemetaries.
crows circle their maggots.
the ring disk kingdom, a tyranny. tools, spectacles, everybody. divided, drifting, grafting, guided. to your extreme.
melior melth
menallin depsin
deliel or ate
thisbin
Computer poetry is warfare carried out by other means, a warfare against conventionality and language that has become automatized. Strange as it seems, our finite state automata have become the poet’s allies in this struggle, the long historical battle by which mankind pries into the surface of language to reveal its latent mysteries… R.W. Bailey, Computer Poems (1973)
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