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TELEVISION TREE

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by Jeremiah Kauffman                

Data grows wild in the matrix just as emotion flows from the heart and thought is woven in the mind. It is not really a television, but more of a console. Perhaps there grows a forest of these trees somewhere deep in the matrix and a show is put on for a while on their screens.          by Jeremiah Kauffman                 http://jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

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WE WILL BE, FOREVERMORE, THE HUMAN RACE

Paranoia by Jeremiah kauffman

Paranoia by Jeremiah Kauffman

       Someday there will be monuments to Dick and Gibson alongside Milton andHomer, and William Blake will be held in the same regard as Yeshua Ha-Nozri. Our dreams will be safely suspended above the memory of Kepler, and Plato will become irrelevant and obsolete. We will colonize every niche of the solar system; we will master every atmosphere and stratosphere. We will find ways to travel and live, in, around, and under every surface, solid and fluid, and in the vacuums all around. ————————Some of us will know the cold dawn of Mars; tempered by familiar Sol. The dark, swirling clouds of Jupiter will be pregnant with our craft, navigating the nebulous Tempest, a calm communion with Ba’al over Flies. We will bleed Venus until she is dried up, and settle down on her crusty shores. We will hold Mercury in our artificial hands like a burning token and plant earrings in the rings of Saturn.With the thumb of industry and the forefinger of technology, we will flick old Hades into the Void and kiss the sisters, Uranus and Neptune. —————————————————————————————————————————————–We will be, forevermore, the Human Race. —————————————————————————————————————-I love the word frequency; it describes so many things; visible and invisible light, soundwaves; waves can be real or abstract, the vibration that heats a rock or the pulse of light that makes your eyes work. The ranges are constant, like a roadmap, a compass that points in foreign directions.    I want to see liquid ozone and frozen ozone; it changes color, gets darker, I wonder if it’s beautiful. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————-This night has gone nowhere. Will I carry on normally tomorrow or has my mind spent too long in isolation? I need rest but the sun is about to come out. I know this feeling well, discarding tomorrow for the sake of a night of fantasy, living in reverse, choosing to experience the reward followed by the punishment. I feel like a mess. Is it my mind or is there something wrong with my body? All I can do  is cling to the hope that in a few days things will return to normal. ——————————————————————Jeremiah Kauffman           March 26, 2008

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A GOD CALLED GOD

a-god-called-god                                                                                                                                Having grown up in the South, overbearing religiousness has been a thorn in my side. I think what I’ve always found most irritating about it is it’s lack of reason and imagination. The world is such a nicer and more interesting place when one appreciates the unexplainable beauty of nature. The mind  is capable of providing a feast for the soul, if only one can see past the self-perpetuating ignorance of religion.I wanted to create a symbol in a playful act  supposedly creating a new god. I decided to put something else on a cross: something unknown.We don’t know if this creature is good or bad, a criminal or a martyr, it just is. It is a anthropomorphization of the cross, enacting the drama of suffering but with anonymity because it is not a beloved human figure supposedly trying to teach the world something but the cross itself having taken on the characteristics which predict it’s future use. Just to be clever, I decided to name this god”God”.

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