Chemical Brothers - 'Sunshine Underground'

Memorymoments unconnected.

Silence as still as quiet.

'...Wait

..a

..moment. It's all becoming quite...'

[Nothing at all but the feeling of the Fox and the Rabbit, lost. Then found.]

[1] 'I mean, how do you react to that? Crosses spurting light, spaceships. It's enough to put one off one's feed.'

[2] 'And there she was, easy as you please, walking over the mountains, robes flittering with sigils and signs.'

[Nothing but the notion of a sign: Everything is under construction. Please wait.]

[3] So what I do, as always? I dive right in.

[The light flashing at the CRC. Zoe, furtively flitting to the Weltanschauung Kiosk where she looks at the one silent machine. Zoe rubs arms.]

'We both know your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough?'

Total subjectivity. What, did you think what you see is objective?

An infovirus, activated through your optic nerve.

'Whimsey's sake,' per'd say, especially when trying to find a body. It's not easy.

You wouldn't know that here occupies the Zoetic Recursive Ontologenetic Actioneer, Bringer of the Mysteries, Fulsome and Amanque of Periphery And/Or Class...

Or maybe, you could just say, 'Look, it's the Tweener.'

[Robepattern: 'Ah! Bubble Doll! Rejection. Loss. Transit. Ah! Holotron! Muchmuch. Exotic!']

Muchlittle is known about Tweeners. What can be peiced together, from rumours:

Betweeners--'Nothing is knowable. Everything is mystery, the unknown.' The cracks in the sidewalk. The sewers. The lines between the words. That's where we live. Find the unknowable between the lines of knowledge and tell your fellows so that they may increase the mystery content. Inject the known so that it enerbreaks up into it's natural state. The # of struts along PB's length forms a code. Charlie's first greeting activated metaspatial gears. The giggles of the Bubble Dolls move pantontic energy. Lovers of Uncertainty Projectors, the Lambent Flame, Zen-not-Zen, Alinguistics, Automatic Writing, the Sudden Step, Pretalk, IF Reductors, MDMA-88. Elegantsimply vague, they give themselves over to the Between and become... They are firm believers in the goddess Whimsey.

'Words are fossil poems'

What are you looking at? This is what you want to see: delicate lavender skin covered with strange patterns of sienna of umbre that almost catch at the light. Glimpses of a lighter face, rosy lips, crushed-velvet nostrils at the end of a curved blunt muzzle. Wild torrent of headfur, the colour of a freshet, mixed with what looks like cellophane and dreaming jewels, cascading over her willow-whip form. Tungsten green scarf caressing her throat and in kinship with her round, almost bearlike ears poking through her headfur. Her robe is loose-fitting, very comfortable-looking and warm, full of folds and crannies that look deep enough to hold hide things. Unknown messages, broadcasts, icons, images course over it. In fact, as always, like now, she's putting something away and taking something else out to fiddle with and explore. Her bushy tail, long enough to keep someone warm in, elaborates the strange patterns with plaits of dreaming jewels. Bare hindpaws circled by malachite & lapis lazuli anklets. Her voice like the best ginger beer and her eyes watch the world with...a curious mixture of forgetting and wonder.

[Robepattern: 'W & M grooving beside the Poussin, musing 'Let's get naf & what does Et en Arcadia Ego mean anyway?'']

Her skin is covered by a thin sheen of Forget-me-Nots, which bolster her strong sense of self.

Or maybe this is what you want to see: finite symbols and roving punctuation mixed together, subjects and objects flowing endlessly, words made flesh, logos bracketed by colons, a continuing gate up the mountains of meaning, to the hidden temple of self, clothed in gentle reverse parantheses, soft questions, but when must be, able to exhort! contain befuddle ellipses...

'Beauty is for the terminally young.'

[inspired by William S, Borges, Carolyn Mitchell, Arthur Rackham, Morrison, Bohr, Bubba]

Strange Attractors

• Squizzle: Prenuptual logophile, scampery hollow squirks.
• Charlie: Motile primary originator, tiger class
• Flyte: Funky freaky friendly flighty field-flinging forward
• Grace: Out-dweller HOME curious multimorphy mouse
• Cichli?: Exic cacoughphanous shiny exit tortle
• Sosael: The contract still isn't breached
• Haruki: Where the streets run with hot n cold running laughter
• Takashi?: The Great Simulationist, here for the rest of the All
• Theeka: Sister

WARNING--INSUFFICIENT CONTEXT - "Brother"

• Glal: Irenic representative fabulist with chesty advorts
• [Young Man]?: "I wander"
• [Young Woman]?: Wanton wanderer action-packed!

WARNING--INSUFFICIENT CONTEXT - "Bane"

• William: Lost in the mess of things, where is he?
• Altis: Glossontic praying critter
• ojou: The wrack in the slidewalk
• Laelys: Rider of the sea's bark
• Besax: Necessary crack; exeunt for understudy

WARNING--INSUFFICIENT CONTEXT - Free at last!

• You: are making it up as we go along

Emergent Statements

Hello, how are we?

This is where our words happen as they happen. We feel free to add/bend/spindle/change wherever you wish. Remember, this is literal. Remember, this is metaphorical

Ever wonder what Zoe has been up to this past little while? Well, look here, and you will see: http://atomfilms.shockwave.com/af/content/zoe_loses?swhomeclicktrack=af10 -:)

Where does she live? Why, Squizzle has come accross her in the Triple Park. Why, Roricat has seen her covered in moondust. Why, Glal has felt her in Omega Sector. Why, the Cube Tree remembers when it was an obelisk in a forest.

What do YOU want to know. Feel the beat and when you feel like it, join in with your own riff.