[Nettime-bold] notesfromthemediaspacecontinuallybegin2

[star.power@usa.net]

Listen to
tune of counting
the airborne trajectories they are counting the power to burn analog 
know alberta will never fit all taking stakes in your cooling fans to forget
recent clippings retrieval states and squared tight and squared tight and
internal proprieties of it. 
we are coloring the room, 
living in
mediaspace 4 century- and- a-half old brick walls bound only from yesterday to
get the absent spaces neatly men are withering away glowing
most literal tracks whately made he used your cooling fans to star alberta
will never came
you can say you can say "be gone "
you can almost hear us 
losing touch
redialing
making lists
perfecting syntax
adjust
pitch
 
as our leisure like teens
like tweens
like teens
crossposted transgendered outnumbered
my lover
let the paths and kicking into constellations
 
but you can say "be gone "
you can count the bleak sun- 
skylight and they began. 

6 members of counting
the periphery of heavy labor in the midst of the nites all that is allrite
..."
you can describe it
but you can say they still remember
movements trying to bleed and you never return, they are now more empires to
bare
several miles of bedtime stories i am saying singing in the center i am... 
was it to the virtual- colored dirty jeans like teens
crossposted transgendered outnumbered
my fingers lost
something 
like teens
like we have to burn analog 
know alberta toiling over again, the codes and radiation continues through the
target
6 members of alberta's time has the hums in numerous vaccines
voted in dreams of alberta's time has the all pores out the infants are still
remember
movements trying to our leisure like we have to forget recent clippings
retrieval states and short terms before we are gendering the room, we're here,
reillusioning ourselves sleep saying singing
i am... 
skylight and they are not far they are alrite
they believed in to the horizonless show
 
zero heard drifting of it. 
living in
mediaspace 4 century- and- a-half old brick walls bound only from yesterday to
piece together fragments of tables, feeding millions who argue the tracks
whately made he used your ears the sound
and syspatches to the air with no more snaking into the virtual- colored dirty
jeans like tweens
like lifestyles all radiant all lite
 
subwoofed out to digitize 
now alive at very last a microbe to terrorize another child "
you can say "every child has now alive at very last a struggle missing the
belly
the virtual- colored dirty jeans like we know 
we did 
 
i/on beings 
lifelike the cusings as our youthful hours
i am... 

 

across six sets of tables, feeding millions who argue the chalk marks to our
leisure like the mach- 
the virtual- colored dirty jeans like teens
crossposted transgendered outnumbered
my fingers lost
something 
like tweens
like effort
everything will never return, they still singing in on dotmeds
 
as colonialist we call for response
RE :

living in
mediaspace 4 century- and- a-half old brick walls bound only from yesterday to
dance each other place, finding kernels and radiation continues through the
room, we're here, reillusioning ourselves sleep to sleep saying singing
i am electro
 
you can say separate txts 
 
ter- 
pastmediaspace and syspatches to dance each other place, finding kernels and
RE :
star. power
 


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