Barnabas Whitley
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| - | ''To disavow Nietschke and Zoraster with such venom, to disobey Darwin and Mendel with such unmitigated malace. Tis tantamount to undoing aeons of autopoeic unfolding with a ravenous autolyticity unknown since the antigenic hijacking of the ordovician period.''''Something Very Special. He recieves nothing.''' | + | ''To disavow Nietschke and Zoraster with such venom, to disobey Darwin and Mendel with such unmitigated malace. Tis tantamount to undoing aeons of autopoeic unfolding with a ravenous autolyticity unknown since the antigenic hijacking of the ordovician period. He recieves nothing.'' |
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| Aristotle stopped short of promoting the darker Promethuean ideal of 'self-organizing' and neglected to inform his students of his true belief- that the image of the self arises from the side effects of the behavior of the compounding aggregates inherent in self-organizing processes that emerge from complex systems. (I have no time to discuss the transitory essence of memory...) He was shaken when he had to admit, as a student of truth, that his concept of self was really a side effect of the many components grinding away beneath his very substance, somewhere beyond that hinterland where his machines meet the meat he finds the lonely hole here his whole is said to be 'emergent' . How deep this process? How many layers within layers?, And what of... above? Beyond the everstretching umbra of night- the Copernicuian expansion of Ptlomelys' simple sphere must pop with the same Mardukian resonance as the ever-popular (rightfully so) Cambrian Explosion. | Aristotle stopped short of promoting the darker Promethuean ideal of 'self-organizing' and neglected to inform his students of his true belief- that the image of the self arises from the side effects of the behavior of the compounding aggregates inherent in self-organizing processes that emerge from complex systems. (I have no time to discuss the transitory essence of memory...) He was shaken when he had to admit, as a student of truth, that his concept of self was really a side effect of the many components grinding away beneath his very substance, somewhere beyond that hinterland where his machines meet the meat he finds the lonely hole here his whole is said to be 'emergent' . How deep this process? How many layers within layers?, And what of... above? Beyond the everstretching umbra of night- the Copernicuian expansion of Ptlomelys' simple sphere must pop with the same Mardukian resonance as the ever-popular (rightfully so) Cambrian Explosion. | ||
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To disavow Nietschke and Zoraster with such venom, to disobey Darwin and Mendel with such unmitigated malace. Tis tantamount to undoing aeons of autopoeic unfolding with a ravenous autolyticity unknown since the antigenic hijacking of the ordovician period. He recieves nothing.
Fattened Cow
Aristotle stopped short of promoting the darker Promethuean ideal of 'self-organizing' and neglected to inform his students of his true belief- that the image of the self arises from the side effects of the behavior of the compounding aggregates inherent in self-organizing processes that emerge from complex systems. (I have no time to discuss the transitory essence of memory...) He was shaken when he had to admit, as a student of truth, that his concept of self was really a side effect of the many components grinding away beneath his very substance, somewhere beyond that hinterland where his machines meet the meat he finds the lonely hole here his whole is said to be 'emergent' . How deep this process? How many layers within layers?, And what of... above? Beyond the everstretching umbra of night- the Copernicuian expansion of Ptlomelys' simple sphere must pop with the same Mardukian resonance as the ever-popular (rightfully so) Cambrian Explosion.
He had read enough.
The manuscript was placed carefully into A's briefcase and after he was sure of its authenticity and at the conclusion of the proper monetary exchange, of which this time included (and considering the clandestine nature of arrangements of this sort was not unusual) a small crate containing bound manuscripts of both the personal and the cartographical, four pocketwatches embedded with Gnomic regalia-one with an appendage attached with small chain depicting an excuisitivley rendered portrait of Molech accompanied by twenty three triskedilionic teratophths of which each trident was complete with infants three, two packs of Lucky Strike brand cigarettes and a rotting pair of breeches accreddited to A.W. Slippers that supposedlly holds the key to the accompanying red suitcase rumoured to be carrying not only an unfinished Grignotti symphony or two but also a spangled bodice with a pair of rusting tweezers in a compact attributd to Whelmina Forkes three small collections of treatises and broadsides (attributed anonymously) wrapped in brown pelt labeled german lampshade, and most peculiarly two Unfinished Holmesian mysteries with more than simple coincedental anecdotes that lend credulance to the many conspiracies around the mysterious murder case of Richard Lancelyn Green, and excited, he (A) exited a black door unto a back alley embarking into the uncertainity of an already uncomfortable expanse, quietly submerging through many shafts of shadow and the lashings of the spliced lights forever befouling his shortest path and exhibiting habits of a man under survelliance - arms bulky with suitcase and crate and with much caution-makes through the darkness and cuts a slow and determined exit beneath the Braquean byways of Charonic underpassess into the awaitng automobile piloted by what could be determined from the fourth floor apartment currently usurped from its regular occupant (Mr and MRs. J-) by a secret survelliance outfit as a black male 5'10-6'2 with afrocentric hair, and which in this case-and from this distance (400 m.) one shameless underling reffered to as piggy rolls to the amusement of the other two greenhorns who silenced quickly under threat of the raised horsewhip of the man with the expensive headphones now standing next to the man in charge, who was witnessing the retreating auto through his binoculars and, exhaling deformed tendrils of snoke through his nostril most north by northeast (our culprits now headed north) , turned to his fellow intelligence team and with a gleam somwhere behind his multipurpose intelligence goggles said in a tone he always considered more Hannibal then Heston, "I think we got us a Secret Negroe."
The automobile emerged from the underpass and joined the growing flow of life expanding below the encroaching day. The oxidized sky a ceiling of sepia seemingly wet with streaks of ochre and gray splits with cracks of any other city blue.
Dewey had removed the afrocentric wig shortly after daybreak but Beuhb remained in Stimes' suprisingly well fit hat (size under debate) until well after breakfast. Balthazaar read the manuscript ( two blocks from the corner lot) while Dewey made the arrangements with the third party. Beuhb knew that Dewey was shaken after the O'Donnelly murder and was straining the vague underfooting between a psychic breaking point and a gnostic breaking through and that his downfall was approaching and eminent. Beuhb, approached the corner lot and thought it sad that he agreed with Rose's superiors about Dewey's viability. Beuhb stopped short of taking any blame for the madness that inflicted Dewy Rose and made his way across the lot to the park where amongst he swingin sounds of children swinging he found the only lonely bench and returned his intrest to the manuscript.
The deal was arranged and after an afternoorn of wandering and waiting Beuhb and Rose arrived at the meeting place and awaited thier call in the hotel bar. dewey Rose grew impatiant and his agitataion alarmed the bartender who was ready to have the authorituies have them removed when tommie the bookie cooled the room with his entrance and the sucsequent round of handshaking between The Bartender, Beueb, Dewey and Tommy's seemingly superfuous sidekicks. tommy led Balthazaar aside as his co-horts bookended Rose and led him beyond the bar into a little area behind the sturdy shelves
