Digi The Killer's
Body Inscription
I do imagine when the inscription is replaced with short messages in the digital screen or memory that is never curbed by heat. I love it when human civilization has come to a point when the inscription no longer takes up space by using a book or the untruck leaves to write the idea, but through a digital system.
Don't you know babwa everything's gonna change? All will be extinct. But I'm immortal. I have been immortalized by stories in the scriptures. Aki is enshrined by a very high mami culture.
The world will run very fast, tetspi the starting point of all that is digital technology. Our grandchildren hundreds of years later will be furious that now people are aware of the role of digital media to preserve human civilization. That is, the time will come when civilization in this world no longer uses paper, but is supported by the seats contained in the airwaves, he said, its messages are driven by nuclear energy that is safe for public consumption, and hardware is not a perishable current model. No longer needed a floppy disk, but the development of a flashdisc that directly accesses anything, similar to a PC coputer today.
There will come a time when the spaces destroyed from time are divided into a piece of equilibrium point in the imagination of mansuia. Space-time is only an ancient wishful thinking that never returns. Like megalithic times, which are dark, society will leave space slowly because it is not needed, Technology like myself has replaced everything, So fuck space-time.
Edmund Husserl's theory of intentionality and Henri Bergson's theory of duree already suggests that time is reduced to consciousness. Time is squeezed into worthless creases of slum paper, and absorbed into the pores of consciousness. Aha. In time, time will not only be simple in such a way, but erased and man will live without space-time, and they will redefine what he really is. This is not something amazing because soon that time will come.
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After Ramses Disappeared …
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Kana, don't tell anyone. When I glanced at my watch, local time already showed at two in the morning. Obviously I gasped in shock, I stared around the garden el-shih, has been quiet. Uidara grew colder when I did not see a handful of humans by my side. There were only date palms and geysers standing coldly hugged by the dew. The building on the side of the road is closed.
I sat alone. Ask in my heart where they went while a while ago they sat with me here. Aren't they waiting together for the demolition of the statue of Ramses II not far from the town square? Where are they all? The question kept gripping inside me, but not for long. For when I cast my gaze to the north side, I massaged the square, and from there my surprise came. The statue of Ramses II has disappeared. Begu-begu, tractors, trontons, workers using helmets, government officials, people picking up suddenly disappeared without a trace. They were like being bewitched to vanish in a few seconds.
God fucking. I really have missed. Ramesses has been taken to the Giza plateau. Yes, I came here to see the event, but the event I was waiting for was just missed. I'm tucked away, honey.
Though I waited for the demolition of Ramses hours before. I fill those dull times by typing messages at you, buying Kuka Kula, and sitting around fiddling with cellphones. But, look, everything has disappeared. I want to get a bus, a taxi, or anything that can take me to Giza.
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HP #2 MSDP: Yes, Let's Toast
Hahahha, let's go. Finally Ergo spends night after night with me. He lost the most important moment because he was busy making love to me. Away from Jakarta to Kahira was not to cover the transfer of Ramses from Cairo to the Giza plateau, but rather to do with my body. He was very sad, but how happy I was tonight. It cannot be measured by what my pleasure is at this moment I feel that his whole life and death were indeed poured out for me.
He should have stopped fiddling with the features that were inside my body. He always does not take power when new game offers are downloaded. He will download programs, scramble internet sites, even engage with various searches on his behalf. So in the search engine he always type his own name, then will appear his name, a name that is similar, the exact same but from another continent, and many more.
After tweaking the internet, he then*************** keyboard button with full intimacy. He began writing a diary in the midst of human activity. Well, actually right after he wrote the diary the government officials have come, and the process of movement began. But he even looked at the earphones to listen to Peterpan songs from inside my body. Of course I'm glad he's enjoying my body all. I took out all the young boy's band's songs. And look how much he enjoys every drum beat and guitar screech. At every outpouring of vocals, his fingers continued to dance on top of the keyboard, and during that time I was more and more excited by it.
It's not really that special that's written in his diary. Just angry remarks to his girlfriend, the drinker, Pimred who is always watching, the women who actually pretend to pay attention when what they want is money and facilities, or the annoying citizens of Cairo. They glorified the king who was about to be moved with praise as they praised the Prophet. He saw Ramses as a holy figure who could be targeted with role models that have long existed.
He was getting fed up with it all, It felt like he just wanted to ignore it and disappear from where he was titled. Like evaporating water, he even wanted to sublimate from that place, become air, fly to the clouds, and hang on to see the denser earth.
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