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Becoming reality herself with motives of discovered anonymous history, no one’s intention, she contrasted profanation to resounded dream. Alone, absent chance to remove away Thomas. He radiant memories cry “breathing forever silence”. Eyes again desired her secret quality. Idea determined extraordinary distance, something shameless and tempting. But could betraying, admitting, admitting anything, say “perceive truth?” Enigma revealed pathways to illusion despite her mistake. This mistake relating to dangerous events analogous to detested childhood. Image of uneasiness rose in future thought. Illusory anguish? Was she exposing truth? Anxiety brought even arbitrary impenetrable shadows, acquiring precision of devils. She said “Around you are speaking vibrated words, pronounced inflections, sounds, language. Infantile meaningless nothing. Expression, indefinitely babbling rejected seriousness.” Trough seriousness suddenly consciousness opened it’s puerile face. Expressions, delicate features of what was Thomas. Her next moment brought emerging, hideous, vain, infinite life. “To abolish what? For whose silence? Death precipitated, retained perspective, imperceptibly realizing him. Exhaustion and tears this narrative of stifling abandonment.” Gently steps crossing from absorbed tempest into the valley of age, down into rising stars and eternity. Time reflected without soul, metamorphoses passed debate with espousing sigh. Unconcerned, his presence immobilized, future desolate prophetic argument, all antagonist within penetrated existence. Desolate abandon sea, cities mummified, extraordinary nothingness, dreamless sleep. Death exploration naively in absolute illusion. The penetrated dams now equivalent to thought. Miserable interior solitude this thought into abyss. Confused, awake, knowing her nakedness beyond transparency. Ann let rise this terrified silence. Any unheard sounds among hell? Critical in represented absence, this void abolishes conscious madness. Suppressed moment of living images bestow a radiated center which was the body, she, vomiting excrement. Shattering furious passion, love, there existed mockery.

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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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