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They had entered unconsciousness in dead instant thoughts, listening to defeated eyes. Calm dusk woven along acquired nothing, everything was imaginary perfect silence. Anne’s narcotic shadows hypnotize with that moment. Artifice and opaque beauty, all that contradictory substance. Monsters without eyelids join the bitter soul, her world blended things. Delicious intoxication of icy joy. Day one of balanced pendulum. Alone. “Shooting earth could explode” this a voice told her. Still everyone recognized fate. Motionless hours remained running. Feeling serious and of facile courage while climbing overboard, her silence gave forth. Already the beautiful thunder smothered her cries. Around desolate inhuman tenderness, her only pleasure became uninhabitable. Only deprived evidence, to devastated, to insurmountable, separated with attached doubt. Henceforth ashen deprived affection made beautiful in childhood, disappeared. Imagine crying mother and quiet confidences shared between mother and daughters face. Eyes were innocent hateful love. Orphaned death insidiously proposed complicity by the ugliest deceptions. Evading disgust by saying “excuse any insensitive plot before time discretion. She’s…she…died! What changed? What? Throwing me one greeting glance of sympathy, with restraint. Is crudeness only her desire? See, no feelings. Whoever expressed pinched affection? She and her gentlest manner. This cruel ideal is becoming nothing itself. Ann feeling primordial soul as dark responding consciousness, made nothingness become profound. Oblivious anticipation of non-existent regret, with chance of alienated time, gave Ann feeling of changed being by annihilation. Egoism never had reduced her of perfection. Truly even existence permitted excellent moments: City constructions and city shadows; mayflies falling wounded where echoes were wailing destruction; monsters taming silence these entities of terror made obscure. What revelation, destroyed amidst space where creation sounded. Where life given forces consecrated the void. Existence transformation. Absurdity stimulated fusion. Vain failures expected success, but perceived laws were perceived transformed. No laws perceiving dying understood death. Annihilation received dying gestures from creation. Equivocal reason thrust abandon away. Forgotten in distraction of time. Falling lassitude offered her that death farewell. She breathed as moment rituals, admitting insignificant importance, look empty with last memory. Fading away this insignificant being knew, life was seeking sleep.

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Scot Jenerik Portland, Oregon

Scot Jenerik is a composer and conceptual artist. Projects include; AUME, F-Space, and Soundtrack for the Dead. He has performed, lectured and distributed audio/video works extensively in the United States, Europe and Japan. He is co-owner of Mobilization Records, has an MFA from the San Francisco Art Institute, founded 23five Incorporated and co-hosted the No Other Radio Network on KPFA. ... more

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