Hijikata Tatsumi, "A Girl" (Part 1)

WHEELIE BINS...

Do Aquajellies Dream of Cyborg Pussy?

"By the late twentieth century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs. The cyborg is our ontology; it gives us our politics. The cyborg is a condensed image of both imagination and material reality, the two joined centres structuring any possibility of historical transformation. In the traditions of ‘Western’ science and politics – the tradition of racist, male-dominant capitalism; the tradition of progress; the tradition of the appropriation of nature as resource for the productions of culture; the tradition of reproduction of the self from the reflections of the other – the relation between organism and machine has been a border war."

Donna J. Haraway, Simians, Cyborgs and Women

CAT PRIN

CLICKY LINKY DRESS YOUR CAT

(CAT PRIN -- the tailor for a cat you know -- it is -- fact which will become dearer than former if a cat has clothes on)

I'D HIT IT

YO RUKE

SO, I was thinking, now I've blasted the Olson essay and teh ect ect, maybe I shld come up and fuck your tubular hams, gently, one by one, once more. Think of it. We cld be fake proles on two hours sleep. We cld be fake narcs for -£5.15/h. You cld work while I throw meat at a disabled child. Yeahyeah but rlly rlly yeah we have to LAY fucking SEIGE to the TURCKITE stronghold and get CHUANG CHUANG back. It shld be easy enough, I'll bring teh real ordnance this time. We go in when he's least expecting it, load the supersoaker with ebola, all that. Yeah?

SHAKE TO YOUR SOON-TO-BE-KNEECAPPED KNEES, WHITE TURCK.

Birthrate Report 2008

GOVERNMENT REPORT ON THE UK BIRTHRATE: They take our babies. With every sighting an opening of tongue red flowers drop off, one by one pale yellow solution in the tin bag, for tea time the switch of music snapping in your ears “deathmetal disco” they it called it you it and it moved, through the dark, on the waves of cords and melon lisping down the aesophagus, like a wet asparagus thin cord of metal and glue dangle there picking up soda and lime barf your wreak into the wreckage, like a dippy cake tin, melody allusive and perpendicular to the ground, a safe place, a warm place when it was needed be across the wave, a black thing begins to creep like a shadow with the contours of a face but no features visible piranha in the inside of his eye, he is the dark prince and you’ve called him gallop, now what the fucking fuck.

PM RESPONSE: [see photo below]

I GET REAL RAW -- CHANGE ARRANGEMENTS ON YOUR FACE

All you Gramsci sycophants, peep this, by one who I met recently.

Jin Jing

ESCAPE OF THE HERMENEUTIC CIRCLE

"At each stage of this process the air-cell interfaces of the plants under observation at BRS shewed normal organic function, slowed at the point of maximum compression to levels which comprise stop in stem-system time but preserved in endoplasmic 'counter-current' by the phasic differential of root-system time. Thus overall systemic arrest did not occur; adjusting for signal shift in observed date we may conclude that stem-arrest merely caused the stem & leaf system to function temporarily on root time.

Thus stop is not dead stop according to observation, confirming results predicted by theory. Plant death is clearly a more complex event than in other life systems. In arrest situations like that just described other organisms are maintained by mnemonic capacitation, whereas plants can clearly switch to another part of the chronoscopic wavefront. One unexplained point so far is the massive production & release of auxins (time-lapse transamination) during this dilation sequence."

from The Plant Time Manifold Transcripts

TO CHUANG CHUANG's CAPTORS (SMALL MEN)

Before you SICK FUCKS decapitate him, I want you to see a picture of him with the people who loved him the most. Look, even SCOTT, the prick who nobody likes, the fat slut, the twilight hackjob, is behaving himself in this photo. Since you've seen fit already to irreparably disfigure him - literally to prize his face off - I let you see what a happy little guy he once was.

I would also like to remind you that he went through this last year. He was wearing that mask for a reason, guys.

Come Meet Lindy

This is Lindy. Say hi Lindy. Lindy used to be called Captain Johnson. Isn't it funny how things come around? Now he's called Lindy. Lindy has a pretty small hard cock. But this is ok. Things are ok. I found Lindy under a bush, strung out and aimless. Now we show each other some things. This is pretty good. Don't worry. Things are pretty ok. Would you like to show Lindy something? Lindy likes to look. Even when the cowboys are singing about it again. She takes me all at once!

-- C C

IF CHUANG CHUANG ISN'T BACK IN MY ARMS IN ONE MONTH I WILL *SHUT DOWN* FACEPLANT

No shitting.

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