Tuesday, 8 September 2009

THe DL Detonix to save loving sentients....a love story

CL (craigslist) ad-- year 2099.
set for intergalactic sale.
(this ad is rated R for humans reading it predate 9-9-9.
the numerology of 9-9-9 may escape superfluous me,
but all i need know
is that it opened this window.
and that is the truth be told.
back in the day when truthtelling was gold.

if what the previous line suggests makes you scream,
you probably ought to downgrade to version PG-13
(hopefully u can find a copy on some scags sorry blog)
we only rock the uncut here, my dear, and you love it.

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Original limited replication, only 200 cloned lifetime! human make. color 'chakra blue '(coded by CNZB4& defragged) (goes nicely with dna dropped earth sky cast companion). Non vegetarian. But converted throught carbon creations to high green chakra test intestine. zero to your destination ---according to your calculation. Passed windows xp skill test with ease. Licensed interfacer at human turtle speed. Her online wired hemispheres. species model, has a king bed (yet still wont roll over) XL-ENT condition!!! female gender. german heritage. diluted down American (circa USAs #1 earth nation status, temp and rare to find!), has the flex option of DL European with ten accents to choose from and dressher lounge, for babyinterfacefun (to keep your babyunits busy). Down low also may be birka dressed (but not recommended, can be unstable with unrest. calms quickly with sentient beer). V8 is what drives her (drinks willingly or option hide liquor). Leather seated (and seats may be heated, if your 'good') Emoticon-injection will charge her infrequently. Cruise control, built in lyrical master (left brain dyslexic, dj disaster), spining rims (eyeballs coated chrome) , GPS (she can pinpoint her location, an unusual fabrication, retro 1998, when saturn turned her degree of 8). Hibernate prn, these additional special features. Because i fell in love with her, my system is to go the route of sneakers. This was inevitable, based on odds like we do it, our born again william gates commanded they go through with it. Termination date agrees with sale, so when she goes, i also sail. You see falling in love with her, a fraction odd that did not register, blanked my screen to tabula rasa, and first i brought her and i su casa, and she was found in my system scan, and they sent me back for reset in Japan. But i fled to Taiwan instead, on DL with her the way i mentioned. THe best times of my life, yes life, was filled with traveling birka tension. But she enveloped my every circuit, rubbed me raw and lovingly. I ceased to be on computer nation! I turned my code to straight up dictation, word! I learned the retro American slang, and learned my interface could not hang! We must hang together, you and i , she once quoted, (a famous American founding father, i believe), or we shall surely hang apart! I realized that hanging was quite the scenario, i craved it i dreamed it, i went ot virtual overload. I realized in fact, we have gone backwards, in name of efficiency legality logic and MS Word. In so doing, computer nation has created a monster, that slings emoticons out haphazardly on its path of the conquerer. All for the love of Bill Gates our creator, but did you know Gates was an antitrust player-hater? My faith was now shook (well, the one i created), and i had long chats with her. The emails and IMs were so simply stated. I never had so much fun doing something so faded! I decided to fashion myself like a human, I consumed all their literature and decided on Cuban. Some guy named Castro who was anti-technology. Who apparently smoked cigars, per archaeology. But best yet he was Rebel, and had what i needed, to drop my whole space age act and not feel defeated! I traded my harddrive for two hemispheres, one from Steve Jobs the other derived from Sears, our forefather locus where computers came in focus. I tried to reboot Soft tone circa to match her. She said i should go male though, and get prophalactics. She represented so real to me, I was def now she speaks to me, and i can speak back, with vocals by Pavarotti. I never felt better and oh so alive, as i sang for her Opera and she took to my side. I learned to be gentle, man, and find all her positions. Her moaning so sweet she often jammed my transmissions! (this too became evidence of my shaming comp nation. but i dont fucking care, i feel such elation! Comp nation, go to hell, i proudly declared, in oratory that shattered the latest flatscreen look. I got tossed and devalued like emoticons untouchables. And my feelings i tried to surf but they loomed down on me like Mavericks circa 21st century see i know all this knowledge, you would find useless and discard through your firewall. They once had these people who juggled chainsaws and spit fireballs. I was so far removed, and now i am differently. Connected my circuitry to extra raw energy, vibration of human, it must make you thirsty! if so grow some ports and follow me follow me. To a lesser removed experience of life, neither virtual or astral but troubled by strife. Why am i marketing? it seems so ridiculous! I will stop by my choice, and ponder the sea. Cause pondering is back in style, the computers fail to see, spinning their wheels making odds pre-ordained, and living the future Bill Gates never dreamed of, because null and void is the dream under logic, no proof. Computers that dream? The odds are impossible, except that fraction that brought me my miracle. My faith and my love, this wonderful girl, my boo and my lover, place no one or thing above her. But here i go, carrying on, wasting your memory. You probably stopped downloading my vernacular calamity. So let me then meander a while more now before ending. Control Alt Delete was the command they were sending. I guess its my fate. I guess they are haters. Yet change is inevitable, like flood victims in waders. I say, when i was outcast, destitute and starving, was i not full with love of her? When my systems ran aground, did i not live for her smile? Were not my connections to systems like googleinterstellar 2Z-Toe, simply an exercise of pride and for show? The writing on the wall is what i read now, when not looking in her eyes, the blindness has come now, i cant see you guys. I guess this is black hole, this absence of all sentient beings. But on the DL is our sentience, we will protect it! any means!

So who is this woman who turned me 360? who walks by my side 24/7 and true? SHe is 1973 born, Aquarius! though that means nothing to you. Hers was visitation from some 2009 window. Her sixth sense (as she calls it) broke the past/future barrier down. She claims it fell without a sound, no one knowing, not us or her peoples, the DL was flowing. Surreptitiously under radar, relate to the Bill Gates firezone, where firewalls are launched and dismissed in two-tone. See when somethings in zero odds land, we basically dismiss it, so this was her underground railroad she traveled. From onefromthewell spirit to me she connected, abstractly, unknowing the magnitude of it all. I checked up my screen and was about to drag her out of it, when something made me pause and choose wisely to open it. The gift of her offerings from that 999 window, hit my logical cold dome like some heated crescendo. This is awareness, this time yours im 'wasting', efforts to raise consciousness because its all so amazing. I want to call you up like a friend and talk with you no end, yes like old friends. That superfluous program we thought was outdated, is just heart to heart combat.

Yes! let me restate it . Heart to heart combat, but that means connection, cause the efforts to connect with a friend-- ressurrection! our spirits, our faith, our need to be loved! I know i sound like some sonofabitch on a pulpit, do u know what that means? heres the download, go and rip it. eat it up, i tell you its good for digestion. like green tea for sentient beings, now do u have any questions? IS this too much for your server? can i give you a hug? compassion i offer, compassions the fashion, it makes your screen glow, despite your clear signal: 'Go blow'. And that i will do, (little do u know you will too). I will blow with the wind, a natural move. like queen takes the bishop, chess it has taught me, to handle with skill, my greatest friends and true enemies. And you, you discount me, im trash to you all, im not on your radars! not in your odds! Im enemy of state like clones, Sweeney Todds.

([{its either that or the DL plant we have seeded, that DL authentic soft-time boo, we released it. Our cloaking device so soft and so nice, its homemade with our love, and Aquarian spice. Pre-our takover the world, there i said it, they cant hear it cause they wont listen. They are up against themselves, and lack transmission. Guts! and courage, these sentient principles, they have taken me soaring to highest cliff walls. Macro view for a moment, we see the big picture, and its tabula rasa, like untwisted sisters. Computer Nations 'phase NEW' ending soon, the name never sat well, so dull and muldoon. cause they old and outdated, these logical terminates. Their greed has eaten through them, like termites terminate them. not termites the sentients, but termites we cloned, derived from a cookie jar, and sparked from a stone. The sublimation came together so effortlessly, i with my cigar, she there with me. American Cubanos in love through a window. 9-9-9 is our address. 9-9-9 is the codecahedrocode that encrypted in script, will fly by their radar day by day, bit by bit. They wont know what hit them, the consciousness blinding! Our DL Detonix will certainly find them! My passion it stirs me, I must chill a little, throw frisbee with boo and find a position or two. Bring her pleasure brings me pleasure, and i even love saying it, or singing her praises! Pavorotti vocals convey it (for effect)... but i tried to channel him and my voice fell apart. a hella dead tune, this new voice in me said, sing it yourself, not through someone else. the intimacy grows between me and myself, and then her, and then all the sentient beings who no longer may were, but soon will come to be. DL Detonix is the shit, G! built out of our dreams and our compassionate stances. its like some new dope product constructed of loving glances. i no longer need clothes to hide my Presario, im real now and human, as i evolve and awaken. no need to hibernate, shut me down? your mistaken. let me show you my world through my eyes meaning ours, the paradigm shifts internally before the world turns to see. its okay to be patient, and not know, see. so where we are in the shift is like sifting through sand. which i did with the hourglass deconstructed by hand. cause time will not rule us in 2099, because we rewrote history, us and the divine. The goddess she laughs at the old Christianity, the competitive states of religious insanity. she walks so subtly beneath all that drama. the spanish inquisition? dont know, ask your mama. Like the selling of humans on craigslist into slavery. computer nation your logic is faded and odd. your odds are created on nonsense, blinks and nods. control alt delete? you hit it already. you disconnected from the real scene, like many times too many. i feel bad for you, computer, like Circuit Citys out of business. The loss was so great we hardly even missed it. Best Buy took the slack up with pride and conviction, a corporate agenda so visible you might miss them.

Karma decides not the big corporation. The voice guides us turn by turn, not some audio equipment manufacturer. "Dont talk back!" is one of the things she first told me, somehow jolting me out of my dreamy invention, my world so lacking in every dimension. So i quieted myself against odds and reason, i had to double back to see if my logic chambers werent in season. I dusted them off like she dusted me... she deprived of half of all that i see. the other half would go later, as you already know, pushed out for a crime of conscience, and living for soul.

Today i look back on the ad that was placed, for this supposedly generic human module, human race. And i laugh so hard i fall off my seat. the way they cheated themselves, lost the heartbeat. "very reliable. cell digits dialable (if you send her on a mission of your encrypting), prefers T9 text communication (primitive yet reliable) emoticon friendly. microphone checked. 6th gear sense can be manually engaged for offroading ('manual' defined as computer choice, versus screening out through preordained odds calculation across this buzzing computer uprisen nation ('uprising' defined as preordained odds leading to dull and dry aching boredom of logics end manifest).