A Visit to the Institute

A Visit to the Institute--- all this has moved to Forward

It wasn’t Caliban who wrote the brochure, which is at least good to know. It wasn't a god either, even if the last days of Noah had returned. Phrases from The Revelation started to appear graffitied on buildings like chapter heads: Shape of the Locust, The Fall of Wormwood, Untimely Figs, Balaam Taught Balak! A complete list of these could be had for a gift of twenty dollars. Yes, things were moving.  Severed from its culture and the past, mentality mastered el pure humano. A new artificial reptilian intelligence paid to live 5000 years. Didn’t technology double every two? Movies of silver dollars rolling across the floor only looked like heads.

  This was civilization. Not grotesque even, for Distortion was superior. Flames and reactions to slant made beautiful, normal acceptance of the pornea. Even Heraclitus, who says the sea is never the same, was distort, for in fact he did not. Ill proportion of multi-lopsided points of arch off center. rearrangement of curves and planes of lines, the verge of regularity suggestively distorted, as in literary distory, people Against Nature lay in sacrilegious beds of hothouses.

Billions absorbed the mind believed battle, great against small, all against the one who questions "science,"  taking part for the mouse, or human against cosmos.
1) They did not acknowledge the collective,
2) They thought they were autonomous,
3) that their minds were our own.
 Such exaggerations upset freedom and information. Masses were ruled with collective control. From 1927 world population tripppled to 7 billion. Control cubed. Buildings exteriorized exactly at the moment this paragraph was written to form zivilization. Further speech of the brief discension, genetic tinkerers in the Colonies, Pleiadian or not, engineered a protohuman state, Ur fell by nature and turned black, exteriorized in a man on a life raft who sent verse into the sea. Don't pretend the middle is between these two. The middle is the collective.


Tidal influence reaches 15 km inland from the sea. People wrote allegories about faceless interchangeable cogs of pen and ink fish. Small fish poured out of the mouth of large beached fish like small words out of a big word. Land and water were overrun by fish. Dictionaries and academies were overrun. A two-legged fish walked up with a fish in its mouth. A one handed fish quacked.  A fish bird flew with a fish head from a fish tree. A word dug into a mound and turned up a head under a verb. Mind mountains and dust fractals showed the maximum Orc, studied by a faux anthropologist in a faux school by a faux professor who ate them. This was colonial lit. It made Bradford shriek. Puritan reality was crumbling, a nice gesture if Otaku could implode and distort. Whether reflection of force was destruction itself, or avalanches, landslides, eruptive waves drove mind waves crumbling in distortion according to no law, Is the mind natural? No. Nature is innocent compared to it. Things that fall from within are cranks. 

Mabinog colonists  down by the water, hang out with backs to the land, gazing out to sea. The poems of Kisconth are embossed in holograms behind them at Dulce Port. They sit on jetty stones and fix their reveries on Ocean. Hundreds of feet above the water, cargo containers float by, not a man in sight. Inlanders? Not a one. Too new upon the land even if they carry succubi in their hands, eyes open on keypads while their ears hear the roar. In the smell of salt sea they wait for leviathan to come up from under.

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Go in by the door and sign the register. This will prevent your subsiding into shells that put the *ceph back. Except everyone thinks themselves immune, and not just from buildings. Is it too much to say that when you enter a building your mind is changed?  Fashion, music, literature sure, but buildings exert no control. Mass hypnotism, programmed subliminals and a host of techniques. Balconies think their thoughts are their own on which the inhabitants of Saturn stroll the evening rings to get a breath of air. If  balconies what about gazebos? What portcullis of the house do you not get? Temples of science so long no one thought they were the Denver Airport. No one believes in the dragon, so its priesthood formed in museums. Marble labyrinth structure. Breasts grew in jars. Fish mutated to beans. OK, that’s exaggeration. When they came up from the beach colonists would kneel on the steps of the foyer and blow. After these devotions the building would appear. My Tower, My Tower, and the Flags of  Art: breasts grew in jars with mammograms, rabbits, with the heads of jellyfish glowed in the dark, all the better to see you with--GFP. And do not forget that lizards wagged tongues on earlobes, the outcome of DMT.  Fairy elves gave multidimensional service in twenty minute sessions against the Agnus Dei.

 Jealous to learn new DNA art, Starchitects put it up on stilts. Can't you just see a were- building mutating, continually becoming land masses and atmospheres and wolf weather? On the  plus side museums were giving away little transgenic e. coli pets. You take these home and put them in tanks. That however was before Turnspeak watchdogs of Critical Art exhibited their hybrids. Just what can't you invent, multi-legged 'humans'  half-human/octopi, reptile furry creats with hands like mouths, and a mixture of lizard-human eggs? Fishseals, birdmice could hardly be considered those. Several cages (and vats) of winged-humanoids 7 feet tall and reptoids nowadays.

Once you get that buildings think it is easy to imagine archaeometric organs that draw the eye with divine force. And oh yes, don't forget the liver! And the kidney! What organ cannot try? It's a matter of favorites. If some social outlaw evokes awe and childishness in the viewer, they are dwarves. But these are easy parts. True believers draw up force at the Gherkin Fish Museum, which compares with the Washington Monument. Symbols of  leviathan on land prepare for the final event. Level 7 has  row on row of mixtures in storage, embryo storage vats in various stages, and in cages, drugged or crazed. We were told they were high risk tests to cure insanity, and never to speak to them.


Genetic art bound the monster buildings, only seen as if undersea.  Brazil boys Mengele and Kac. Even the name of inventors mutated shape.

Blue Horses.

Vermillion sheep.

Architects were starchitects and became arthitects to contact their pod. Flowers turned glass, trees gold, frogs to armies of locusts, locusts to horses with lion mouths and scorpion tails. The Institute had everything, Ubermail for uberman and Ultraman without the Worm. That was one of their jokes in that time: whorm-hole! Fantasy mined landfills made immortal! Pretend the machine’s human! Old bio made new metal, gold refined from honeydew. You understand they were not plants. Not to leave good science out, the liberty to invent the body frog, cabbage parts, tomato hearts, brussel sprout eyes, porcelain teeth, diamond bones, gelatin eyelid monitors came all the way from Byzantium.

 

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Those outraged by hibernality were caged. they tramped around with short barks whose bites were a bigger fiction. Very unwilling to sacrifice babies for stem cells their captors put in the Cage. Anything or anyone sacrificed for more human life they opposed. Twenty million gallons of Agent Orange, a pittance of sarin. That is, these people disappeared and everyone at the Institute was silent. Remember Yahoo is a tree, not reality. Tiers of cages  arranged so excrement from the top would fall on those below. Cats with wires, dogs carved open, monkeys imploring, it's science, you see, unless it stops, not that it must, but it does. Professor Gaumlach's head, that root on someone's neck, sang like a tuneless breeze.

Finally, the EU World transgenic religion achieved contact with Dr. Sagan. Charlemagne was raised in the Opiomes of many to a mind. Caligari above, and some other below.  Do you see another way to say it? Bengalis above? Clarke had the substance. Out the Matrix. Nothing violent about taking a head.

Sagan, Sagan on the wall, 

who the Max Transhumanist of all? 

   

Hungerhauser research, Dr. Graefenberg's BabyNauer, crime and embryo. Science myth was new faith. Dwight Eisenhower had the baby to change the world. Obermacher Serbottendorff took down his spear. Make sure to get the lineup to transcend.

This Unscientific Postscript of kidnap cages during and after the real. Toying with the bone of Sufi zen, saffron spirituality went along with  patriot fame worship. In our day journalists were priests, writers psychoanalysts, with the necessary prurient bent, notably a Britich trait with collective annihilation of the head. Britich paratroopers in common with buffalo hunters took the tongue, stomped Submergence. They believed the primitive and the beast utmost to the Queen, was ut audiant audire. The Queen owned the Denver Airport, which continued all the way to those abandoned boats off shore.

Autonomic functions restored, glasses connected to iPad, all devices synced cognitive prosthesis. External brain replaced that thing you wear above your neck. Now you can remember where you parked.  Be aware. Know what’s going on! Everything's connected, your phone will know. And the brain. Get one. Every stud of reptile lit invokes space. Brothers bring 8 billion ihumes to say it. Also believe when I tell you about the mouse. Mighty Blake has Hegel's Trust in this, who said the amorphous seed is every part reality to Mabinogs. Government scientists ain't got this yet. Morpheus, Amorphous,  opposites of fire and water resolved in air. Male / female resolved some androgyne. The  phenomenon of light and dark discouraged this, as death and life, which seem to have no middle state. Great Ludwig Wittgen's head at Airpark said, "can that which be not is?" These anyway were the noncontradictions, bete noir of the Ists, who could not overcome irrelevance of pedestals.  Noncoded genome, not black or white. UNbinary! I don't see how you can have the Principia (PM) in your garage unless the incompleteness theorem comes. Driving this dimension we see other organ senses posed, in other words the Tilt-a-Whirls. Many riders experience nausea from spin in different directions at variable speeds. They are spraying the negative optical transfer to the world.

Every dream of bears sums up here, milked for bile in a narrow cage, humanity  practiced infinitely in American labs, all for the good. Is it enough to kill the animal when it finally escapes? Well the answer to that in Switzerland and Holland was the release from torture being death and for them death was great. Of course to Mandy Patinkin on Charlie, to get the confusion of Babel clear, he hates death. All the rich hate death, the poor are their relief. Mandy and Charlie need any spare body parts you may likewise have. In the name of science see, in the end, at the end, when matters will be told.