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Place Your Hand in a Bowl of Warm Jello..

...and think: "I am 95% water." Wiggle your fingers in the mush and think: "Even my thoughts are 95% water." Invite a friend to put their hand in the jello with you. Touch your friend's belly and think: "Oooh, 95% water." Put a microphone into the jello and suck up the sound from the bottom of the bowl. Play it back into your friend's watery ear. Add reverb. Add oxygen, food, beer, weird things that get your blood moving like chicken wire, huge corporate injustices, and smooth jazz bass riffs. Now think: "This is one screwy continuum."

Here in the bio-electronic moment we witness a liquid conflux of chemicals, linkages, feedback loops, rumors, waveforms, bricks, smirks, and terror. Yet we are not an All. We are not God. We are not one. We are many. We are billions. We are a storm of undefinable presences, congealing, integrating, staring into a mutual murk. We strain against and surrender to some wild, howling node that lures the cosmic waters into its steaming vortex. And the question emerges from this ageless cocoon: how do we extract pleasure from such a thing? Could our beings integrate with rusting steel, microbes, socio-economic forces, local and international media, the very biosphere in which we breathe, and still delight in the mix? Could we dance with such a monstrous organism? Could we jam with the entire bio-psycho-electronic environment? Could we open our dumb, simian circle out towards an infinite lattice of beings?

Let's jam in the web, fellow animals! Let's be symbiotic, and connected -- not merely symbols and postures evaporating around the universe. Let's induce high-density confluences: foaming multispecies, multilingual, multipurpose throngs. Let's jam with our neighborhoods, our satellites, refrigerators, insects, rickshaws, and meteor showers. Let's protrude into the common wilderness, the radical center of mutual survival. There, let's lay web upon web, and inject system into system. Let's merge audience, performer, and medium, turn poverty into wealth, and dissolve culture in nature. Let's induce a new ritual of mongrel possibility.And there, let's liquidate our turgid beings and coil into bionic communion.

Lost It

हवें'टी ब्लोग्गेद इन अ व्हिले.

Fear the 11th Layer

By Lucamaleonte

Dear United States of America

You've taken over our minds.

You've raped our thoughts with your image viruses then sold us fake cures for your own disease. Your words and pictures scream orders at us like angry prison wardens. When we cover our ears, your voices echo in our heads. We, the few who know your evil, hate you. When we see your billboards, your talk shows, your rock concerts and your factories, when we see the work of your twisted libidos, we want to kill you. We want to set fires, plant bombs, derail trains. We want to smash your buildings and tear at your bodies until the skin of our hands are worn to the bone. We are filled with a rage that burns our eyes.

We don't want to feel this way. You have done this to us. These feelings are the fruits of your multi-billion dollar sowing. I am not alone. I know there are others like me out here. Every suicide, every madman, every man and woman who gets a gun and just starts shooting -- these are your illegitimate children. They don't all know what they are doing. All they know is hate for the invisible walls which you have raised around them, hate for the narrow path you have tried to make them walk. And the innocent pay in blood for your negligence.

Remember this: Our minds are big. The more you try to push us down and make us small, the greater the pressure inside us becomes. The greater the pressure, the greater the chance of an explosion. There was once a time when we felt love, but now we feel only hate and anger, and fear at what we might do. And you can tell us to "BE HAPPY," but we know that you really mean "BE QUIET".

Believe us, we want to be happy. You stand in our way.

Love, us, whoever we are

YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT

Unleash the Fiend! Spew late-night revelations! Drink Jolt and coffee! Terrorize mall-goers! Shave your pubic hair! Invoke your Dark Side! Vandalize everything! Stand in the middle of traffic and dance! Return favors twofold and return malice fivefold! Infest computers with viruses! Play Monopoly and cheat your ass off! Make prank phone calls! Leave your fly open or your skirt hiked! Show wonders to the dead! Start a radio station!

Crack incest jokes at family reunions! Warp out on video games! Shove weird pictures through late-night book and video drops! Insert tiny propaganda bombs into publications and newsstands everywhere! Defy TV! Denounce everybody! See through everything! Place disturbing classified ads in newspapers! Promote heavy drug use!Bleed on everything! Send your teacher's or boss's name in to matchmaker publications! Let it all slide off your back! Pick up stray telepathic thoughts! Piss in small, enclosed public places! Sling dead things into mailboxes! Steal neighbors' pets and covertly deposit them in huge grocery stores -- in the freezers! Toss money at people! Alert people to their inherent beauty or ugliness! Put leaks in cups! Interrupt transmissions! Disappear for a few weeks! Paint targets on cars!

Copyright everything you see, say, or do! Rant! Stare hatefully at completely normal and boring people! Compete with your teacher in class! Stomp in quiet hallways! Pretend that you're invisible! Doodle anti-Christian imagery! Streak! Revere the unpopular! Place weird ads in sex magazines! Cough up blood when you laugh! Penalize people with imaginary point systems! Absorb CPU radiation! Believe in demons! Put Gutenberg to shame! Leave fingernail and hair clippings everywhere you go! Tip the service generously but fuck with the management! Suddenly realize you're halfway down the page! Feed dogs gobs of peanut butter! Send letters to Hustler about bestiality! Play devil's advocate! Defy classification! Get yourself on TV! Shoot rubber bands! Storm into bars and demand tap water! Untangle phone cords! Wear prison clothes to school or work! Make a game out of your own pain and discomfort!

Talk in your sleep! Express interest in everybody! Drink blood, spray piss! Write commentary in the margins of unpurchased magazines and books! Switch labels on boxes and computer discs! Call a phone sex line from your boss's phone and leave it off the hook! Start a church! Build a steeple! Lock the doors and shit on the people! Fake illiteracy! Cross-dress! Hang out in locker rooms and lingerie bars! LIE!!! Initiate breast feedings! Stuff your bra or your pants! Write several conflicting autobiographies! Wear elevator shoes and religious beauty marks! Play with mercury! Explore India Ink! KY Jelly is your friend! Write a contract denying ALL responsibility and have everybody you meet sign it! Tell sick jokes! Be politically incorrect! Pit conservatives and liberals against each other! Talk about ki**ing the President! Start an obsessive and obscure collection! Grow natural dreadlocks!

Pick your nose on public transportation! Get your hands bloody! Place various objects on train tracks! Invent more origami! Try not to notice that everyone resents you! Make love to anything! Make war on everything! Try to put every external organ in your mouth! Be sleazy! Make up parables! Memorize mass murder facts! Develop a cramped and psychotic handwriting style! Explode fruit and vegetables! Stand on bridges and throw heavy things off! Make unintelligible phone calls to talk shows! Take surveys! Release the Kraken! Become a hermaphrodite! Cultivate acne! Look normal -- BE insane! Infiltrate cliques and then destroy them! Record all conversation, save all letters, take pictures of everyone! Peep & exhibit! Leave religious propaganda in porno shops! Take a deep breath! Jump!

Sooner Than Never