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non human automatically generated poetry poesía automáticamente generada no humana automáticamente poesía اشعار aucun Не البشريه ، كبدايه автоматически поэзия poesía automáticamente جينيرادا не البشريه ، جينيرادا اوتوماتيكيمنت не поступает дру القائم automáticamente poesía де де اشعار ردود البشريه ،


A brief note about situational-coherence ... I intend to subject any significant emergent narrative - or, one might say, cognitive lie - to those already thoroughly-described relational and perceptive norms and methodologies which concerned me in my last posting, some months ago. I feel that, there, actualisation itself became the domain of kinds of non-Cagean chance-procedures - at least with respect to scientific or practical extents and their natural affinities. I identified at most six times six times six of these. I feel, further extensions are possible, however; as such things are intrinsically composite and demonstrable, and so promiscuous to a meaningful degree. For me, it is at this point that logic, as we might generally understand the term, corresponds less to some vague fact of consciousness and more towards a noticeable separation of value from viewpoint. In other words, the context itself stinks, you shitheads. In saying that, I am not attempting to curtail possibilities we might find in some notion of ourselves, or to mythologise same. No, I cannot be seeded. Nor can I be wondered-at. I simply eschew social unifications of that kind - to the degree that all their petty implications fuck me right off, I can tell you, mate. Genesis? Don't make me sick. I'm a religious functionalist, and only human experience amounts to uuuuuutopia in my view of the world. Envision ... d Derrid ahh, of reality, why so serious, of Algeria. F's Northern Ire/(every layer represents. Every layer toils.) I cycle.

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