surface stories(as stories surface)_3/Each layer is a story, Each story is of the body contained within

surface stories(as stories surface)_2/The Skin + The Skin Container

4 chapters for command_destroy(WAR IS WAR)

Journey, witness of sound (hertz_heart)
Initiation (flesh is pieces and no more)
Nightcivilization
Saved, in between constant threats
Chemical examination of WORDS
Dreamers of the forgotten
The line of the last one
Awakening (neu content_human)

IN PROGRESS_erasers

Speaker_Head_Louder

People will speak. They will not speak in order to convince, or to drown the noise of silence. They will speak because it will be easy to do so, and because life will surge from their mouths together with the words. Everything will be filled with life.
There will no longer be room for anything dead words.

People will speak, and their words will no longer resemble razor blades. Their mouths will no longer be like jaws. Thought will fill the world, it will exist inside blocks of concrete, inside subterranean pipelines, inside cranes, inside aeroplane propellers, inside car engine pistons. Thought will no longer be hidden inside craniums and tape-recorder reels. Thought will no longer be imprisoned in cinema halls or university lecture-rooms or buildings belonging to Esso Standard.

THE MASTERS OF LANGUAGE(persecuation_phrases)

The Masters of Language know the keys that open the doors, for the locks are their faces.
They never laugh. They are never afraid. They do not die. They have no terrors, they are never in darkness.
Their homes are illuminated, night and day; their eyes are headlamps picking out the folds in hilly roads. For them there is no silence, no weakness. They are inside the machines, without a doubt, and their motion never slackens. Their willpower like the flywheel of a steam-roller, pushing the wheel that pushes it. They devour mens desires, after having invented them.
They have no need to dream when they sleep, for their waking dreams are, precisely, the faces of infatuated men and womwen streaming along the corridor'channels, identical trolleys carrying their precious cargo towards the warehouses.
their heavy, living cargoes of thoughts.
The Masters of Language have no love for men. The Masters write their words, words as big as buildings, their terrible silent words that crush the world. They invent the syllables that lull the mind to sleep,
they create the magic phrases that persecute.

THE MASTERS OF LANGUAGE

song title # 1

A picture is a fact

by

THE SEX PIXELS

visual textuality(sign language)

WHEN EVERYTHING HAS BECOME LANGUAGE, IT IS BECAUSE ALL HOPE OF UNDERSTANDING IS DEAD

under the shadow of the legend

i want to say all my words before they have destroyed my mouth, i want to see everything before i loose my eyes

The Whisper Campaign

The images exist, and are there for you to use them_ but in turn they use you. The way the mind has been manipulated by technology is that randomness is more logical than order.

the new propaganda is non-linear and formated to function within the stream of consciousness

propaganda_23

ONE DAY, VIOLENCE WILL CEASE DESTROYING BECAUSE IT WILL BE FREE

9002

Voluble words gushing from all orifices, quick, more quickly still, a new word each micro-second, there must always be more, there must always be new ones, untiringly, flashes crackling in the black silence, more, more, quickly, quickly, to hide the sun, to expand space, words, life, insects, quivering and vibrating, words that blacken sky and earth, words, cobwebs, dust, twigs, and clusters of stars.
silence will never be heard.

surface stories(as stories surface)

the architectonics of controlled space/time

internal/external mapping

unmarked destination/endgame homeland

nameless number

circled maze/lost between the lines(boundaries)

s(h)ee/he(a)r/hea(r)t

family portraits_time:negative

the interior/interrogation

border control/waiting room

the wave/the flood (interview_one)

the wave/the flood