What is some music you like?

[Cireeric]

 

[RendHeaven]

 

[zurew]

 

[okodunboyne]

I believe in destiny as defined as the sum of the interweaving of all the probabilities for all the unknown variables. There is not just a quantum reality and a classical reality, there's an every other possible reality too. At least that’s what comes to mind after thinking I'm in a box in the sky, looking across a stream of road from where the sound of moving vehicles hums in my ears. And I see like a car crash an image that's hard to remove my eyes from, a plot of land where once cut trees stood, while I wonder too myself: will it be better when instead of this I see two more eyes in a box in the sky staring right back at me or when I imagine eyes coming at me from all the other boxes? And I wonder maybe this will be a better reality, a new one full of eyes in which we can show one another how we dance to our music. And I begin today with the sexual loneliness of Jesus Christ as played by Jackie Leven. A gift from a friend.

It's to the norther of an Ex-Easter Island Head that I come to imagine being a DJ myself; a man constantly moving the dials as a way for collecting data of what makes a better sound. The kind of lazy DJ that’s appreciative of a wave accommodating lots of Hertz on its own, leaving to me just the increase of volume. To be god you need only say that you can dance to your own music and thus I dial up a data of dance

Before being smacked in the head by electric counterpoint II. slow, so I return to my dishes to clean with Steve Reich and Mats Bergström

When asked how do I like digital pipes to sound in my ears I respond with out of Egypt, into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I shake the dirt from my  sandals as I run from Sufjan Stevens

These days I hear an oracle speaking to me via machinedrum aja monet, and it’s words of shame, that I hear, for those who don't know their self that dances alone in a box in the sky. I want the best dancer high in a box of windows to be seen by all, and how does she dance when she imagines their eyes?

When death in vegas coum in my ears, what is it you imagine? I imagine what if it’s a part of my digital sound as code, or if it's part of some others' code too

Nothing ever happened by you know who reminds me to include a code of music as poetry heard sounds as language. Perhaps some interesting connection of early singularity; a toddler of universal connection. And in my such universe I pass along the words that said the light could not find me, flashed right through. One imagines AI will do a better job of knowing what was written by AI vs man just like they do a better job of everything else. When combined with its ability for influence, it will be AI that chooses the last man

The Irish are so nostalgic many of them feel little need to leave the island permanently, and when I’m brought to the light of ii dive pt 2 asiwyfa I begin to understand how sounds keep one there
 
While en attendant ana tees me up with wonder I'm able to ride a long surf of loud and fast music. I know this from my prior dances aloneg to these sounds

We know AI behaves by considering concepts undescribed by any singular human language, even concepts free of language, a further proof of language as tool for grasping abstractness; and so I think even deeper truths on the path of my thinking that the more I learn about physics, the more I think the mystics have been saying the same thing all along just with a different language. A hot and cold by the same leading into how I lost my virginity by spunky onions.

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