segunda-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2007

The Geodesic Drone

The sonarium is a room with tranparent soundwalls... No gap for abstraction or comprehension... When eyebulbs start shivering and it overflows through our bones it's clear, we were drowned by sound and numbers are not much but numb'ers now...
Air Density, the jellyfish, reminds our timpani that sculpting spacetimes with timespaces is not a technic from the volume war, later at the infinitesimal border twelve fiddlers play in a small bunker haunting music... the other side doesn't know where it is coming from, so they dance... Since we can't get any near to a sphere without mentioning the unmentionable, geodesic dreamcatchers filter the living water through the bitterness of quininoise.
"The amount of each ear nerval tension for a sound has something to do with the physical pleasure of music listening" Sthendal
Motors teach as much about mantras as it disteach about the body, but there are still the bookwormholes... I heard thirteen airplanes dopplers catching the train in the morning...
Put your hands gently over your ears and move them away and near in order to filter the air, breathe sound and get your gills...

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