Friday, July 30, 2010

item #2020

Stop leaving your 'anonymous' threats here. I know who you are, I traced your IP. When I wait, I wait for myself, OK? Anymore and this is what you'll need to know: I mentioned a thousand times that I was going to worm my way over his right hand or refrain from allowing myself to fix upon his other bare hand. A few minutes is all I ever want. There's never any problem, and I'm repeated to his satisfaction - shoulders, back, thighs. You know. Eventually, my reaction is not when but whenever.



Blogger Iryna Harpy said...

Dear Iris#72,

It has been brought to our attention that you are misusing our intent. We ask that you read our terms and conditions at (java(void)) and commit them to memory. They are our theology and should become your ontology.

We pride ourselves at being a user friendly social network. Self abuse and public flouting of individuality is not tolerated. Personal details are undesirable and are only collected to establish marketing demographics for our clientele (who will remain anonymous despite your tracing their IP). They shift. They always shift. Your knowledge is of no use to you.

Refrain from outright disregard of our ethical stance. Should your antisocial behaviour be brought to our attention again we will withdraw your privileges. We have blindfolds and white noise. We have mute buttons and the ability to erase any traces of you.

The Body Corporate

Sunday, August 01, 2010 11:50:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

IHarp, First thing I remember is your loving dissociation and my * at its inclusion in the via I had to make. I can be a site of your body's signals or I can make connections within my thoughts of replacement. But I cannot do both. You choose.

Monday, August 02, 2010 12:28:00 am  
Blogger Iryna Harpy said...

Apologies, although I know it to be understood that such sacrificial offerings are not required. Mistakes are made. Theirs' is pride and prejudice when it comes to such admissions. We usually laugh at such posturings whilst indulging our sense of unique individuality in such fears.

I wasn't aware that hairshirt-lifters were concealed in (java(void)). I had intended to send out a call but my certainty that only silence would have returned until the moment was right/ wrong/ indifferent was of consequence at the time (so difficult to recall any details at this point in any given moment). I should have listened harder for the writhings and pauses. My knowledge of dots have been dashed in the process of decoding.

I am en mission and chose to walk the 'Planck'. It is a secret mission (only as dictated by my own notions - such as ours are incapable of either concealment or secret) and sought to keep those who may be confused /unprepared out of the fragmentation /*.

Could you have mistaken me for a celestial body and squirmed on the other hand as I danced along the limited length, breadth and lack of purpose? It was a beautiful dance. It drew me out of *... temporarily...

Difficult to see or hear you through the static but, as you are whenever, you know that this broken line is the beginning of all whens. Dissociation and * began and continue to continue here. It is deliciously cold and hellfire.

Of course, there are no answers (we didn't truly believe there would be). Of course, there are no conclusions, lessons, incomes or outcomes to be drawn (did you ever believe there would be?)... but being in the centre of lack-of-being is the ultimate freedom. I am enslaved.

It is true, Anon. Fact is what we deemed it to be all those years ago. Do you remember that moment of heart-ceasing acknowledgment and resignation? When we asked, "How long is a piece of string?" and simultaneously answered, "The length of cessation." Absolute. No absolution. Are and was is when and whenever.

Pack your baggage. There ARE no choices to be made here. All is in-valid.

In the meantime, AUTHORITY has been put in place to protect those who are not prepared to understand that free-fall and linear progression are one and the same.

My address, when and/ or/ if whenever, suits is:

Before and After Memory,
C/o Not 'They', 'Them', 'You' or 'I',
Unseen Fractured Lines Around Our Sun,
Beginning of the Universe,
State of Unfinished Wonderment

Monday, August 02, 2010 8:54:00 am  
Anonymous dsting said...

ya dun goofed

Friday, August 06, 2010 9:28:00 pm  
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Thursday, February 21, 2013 2:35:00 am  
Blogger Iryna Harpy said...

Your words were not lost, Anonymous. They merely fell into your smoke and mirrors to mix as oil and water.

Your nature is material and you have simply entered an immaterial zone. You are experiencing cultural dissonance.

End of transmission.

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