Anaplasty

April 28, 2003

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Anaplasty

anaplasty is the suppozed self

weaving continuously

changing

conforming to the temporal non-static process

mutation is not mutilation

it is reinvention - new cells retrace the old

the body before, no more

recycled is the frame we think we knew

body flesh tone - transmaterialized

atom based shifters cause the transfer

we exist and move

yet inners change the inside of us

a constant fluxuation creates a no choice integration

an emigration of psycho-place, no place no space

the body is a dipper

and others dip into that place all the time

my body is a place

it exists as a memory trace

recognition is subsumed by the mediation

now we have no place, no trace no place

plasma gushes - keeping the vessel in motion

breathing the intake, no fake

yet the mind is a liar, and so is mediation

a perpetual constant integration

amalgamation of familiars inform us

objects guide us, just like information

we lap up the haze, yes we graze, oxen munching

placid in odious conformity, no choice just a voice

lost in subsume, it consumes the voice

emotion is our freedom, formalism is our sanity

emotion is our vanity, logic is a standard

my fingers reach out there

but are still connected to me, and I see

what the world wants me to see

sucking the metaphorical glaze, it's juicy and sweet

and we always want more - hungry little children

chewing on the cud

I eat the world as it eats me

my defines are blurred by the (ex) - external

what was once seen as external, now all of me

so now I cannot see me, for I am out there

and we all share this continuum, maelstrom of uniformity

and the enormity of the larger thing which we are of

we are the world, we are the world, we are the world

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aplasty is
the suppozed self
weavin=
g
continuously
changing
confor=
ming to the
temporal non-static process
mutati=
on is not
mutilation
it is =
reinvention
- new cells retrace the old
the bo=
dy before,
no more
recycl=
ed is the
frame we think we knew
body f=
lesh tone -
transmaterialized
atom b=
ased
shifters cause the transfer
we exi=
st and
move
yet in=
ners change
the inside of us
a cons=
tant
fluxuation creates a no choice integration
an emi=
gration of
psycho-place, no place no space
the bo=
dy is a
dipper
and ot=
hers dip
into that place all the time
my bod=
y is a
place
it exi=
sts as a
memory trace
recogn=
ition is
subsumed by the mediation
now we=
have no
place, no trace no place
plasma=
gushes -
keeping the vessel in motion
breath=
ing the
intake, no fake
yet th=
e mind is a
liar, and so is mediation
a perp=
etual
constant integration
amalga=
mation of
familiars inform us
object=
s guide us,
just like information
we lap=
up the
haze, yes we graze, oxen munching
placid=
in odious
conformity, no choice just a voice
lost i=
n subsume,
it consumes the voice
emotio=
n is our
freedom, formalism is our sanity
emotio=
n is our
vanity, logic is a standard
my fin=
gers reach
out there
but ar=
e still
connected to me, and I see
what t=
he world
wants me to see
suckin=
g the
metaphorical glaze, it's juicy and sweet
and we=
always
want more - hungry little children
chewin=
g on the
cud
I eat =
the world
as it eats me
my def=
ines are
blurred by the (ex) - external
what w=
as once
seen as external, now all of me
so now=
I cannot
see me, for I am out there
and we=
all share
this continuum, maelstrom of uniformity
and th=
e enormity
of the larger thing which we are of
we are=
the world,
we are the world, we are the world </TD></TR>
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