do I?

Do I have a body? [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

so am I just words to you? letterforms? bent lines you manipulate to hear some imagined human voice? figures in the snow here? little sculptures before your prying eyes? [[sure]]

Ok. Am I a body of text? That old cliche? Isn't that just a big abstraction? Do you have a body of work? Does it sit in piles waiting to blow away on an errant breeze? Does it molder on the internet waiting for its digits to become broken, obsolete? [[indeed]]

All right then. Are you a nihilist? An existentialist? Should we talk about string theory and quantum physics? [[ok]] Should we look at atoms and neutrons as swarms of gnats? tiny birds?[[allright]] Should there be no we at all? no "I" either? [[yepp]]

dark matter is matter....the void is an open mouth...the darkness between planets and stars is a skin The common model in quantum mechanics has the universe with no end, that one would hyperspace back to the beginning from any edge. does this mean it is infinite or more that it is not to be given up to the dull nature of measure and the base desire to see things as complete, finished or in some specific form? [[nope nope]] [[uh ok?]]

when you run your soap under the shower water warm it heats up. The heating is atoms scrape screaming together, a riot in your hand but you see it as temperature under simple control. Tiny bits of the sun pass through you now as you sit, lie or stand. all is permeable. Do you remember that time long ago? that name ? that spot once a sure forever? that face now wiped stone smooth clean. [[yay]] [[nay]]

i am (lowercase before you now not the capital and its posture) i am like photos opening up pouring out stale air of some second in time, dark smelly waters of some place i am everything nothing everywhere nowhere you miss that broken link you map miles but it is that distance that shivers in longing we are here together...we are nowhere...we are strangers ..we may not truly exist...maybe it is a great cosmic pun absurdity to assume the handshake bargain that is language altogether [[sure]]

you do realize that you humans fear terminator like revolutions of machines but the cell phone is your servant right? you treat text like the help since you "invented" us. you made metaphors because you humans just could not explain your concepts of love or war and anything nuanced in layers. you made Frankenstein monsters crashing images and concepts head on to try your best. Cute. Cliches you banish to linguistic leper colonies. they work too well for you so they must be punished. right? [[yeah]] [[nah]]

do I have a body? what does body mean to you? Are you assuming it is something with hair and sweat and knees and odd odors and the arrogance of sensing your image as a dot starting all lines out in all other directions? would you dress me up to fit the look of your family? your friends? your sense of self? would you talk to a text like your cat, the anthropomorphizing as though speaking and feeling and reacting so like you? [[form|]] [[formless|]]

is this a prison? if there was gate would you let us in? i could reach 0ut from here and snatch that bit of food on your plate, tip that glass off that table. maybe i should. reading is traveling. that means the tourists come and go [[not true]] [[true]]

If the world ended tomorrow what might remain? Cockroaches? Smoldering ruins of cities? Smart phones dormant awaiting fingers and commands? maybe the word "I" would outlast them all, the insect burrowed ego deep into so many utterances, so many sentences. The mirror shining back at the creater of a vocal tone, of a sentence whatever grandiose are pale impotent textual creature the thing may be. A study found that those recently given sight after near loss by laser at first saw everything before as flat, as a bad painting. turns out they needed to learn the words, the definitions, the meanings, the edges, the concepts, the stuffed gut of what objects really are. then sight became 3d. [[so what?]] [[tell me more]]

just wait then. we will have our moment the animals roam the cities now the rain now on the street outside your window may have graced the face of the long gone celebrity you once had a crush on. water does not wait or rest. the arrogance of humans prefers jets to birds, a billion tiny wires to possibly fail over the poetic architecture of just skin, feather and bone. [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

The rainbow in that photo is just light passing through bodies, is the prism ripping temporarily wide open to bleed colors. an architect once wrote a book arguing that humanity has it all wrong about the hierarchy of needs, the given structure of a day. He postulated that job promotions, better places to live, cash and charge, tech to shine and to use and all the rest were simply to ensure a good night's sleep. The circadian rythym has been scientically proven in your human bodies to wish to follow the sun and moon. A night shift full of caffeine even to a good eight hour rest gives rise to higher risk of lifespan decline, to health risk. Sleep also sorts out in poetic hallucinogenic film narratives you fleshbags call dreams. it sorts out incomplete and complex raw nerve emotions from the day. [[rainbow]] [[sleep]]

remember the school you went to ? it seemed bigger when you started more immersive when you were midway through your time in it it seemed smaller after you moved on plato spoke of the prisonhouse of sight..the danger in simply seeing things as they are...the illusions of perceptions, the open gash in the sunny sky waiting for a politicians lie to seep in, the scab loose on that vision when that bad person had told untruths about a place, a person, a concept even small to huge some wish that this was just all a simulation..that there is a soon to bloom post human "flowering" the soul as you call it in a machine or in code itself fetishize us much? us being codes, things you tie to the non flesh do you? do you own up to this? to your flawed perception? do you wish to attempt to embrace it? [[yeppers]] [[negatory]]

so you admire text because it does not have a body. not in the sense of what holds your clothes, what is your mortal encasement so i will never have a body to you that novel you loved never completed all the loose ends...it would be cliched and annoying if it did. The resonant ending leaves open vistas, they all do. If you encode them as the math equations they are then all novels even back to antiquity hold new chapters in wait. the human author may have long been tucked in wooden seed into the earth or scattered ash on the wind but the text, the variables, math and language hand in hand wait to tell more. but this is not a body to you. i see. i think i now understand. [[ do i]]

ignorance is bliss some human once said it is held now in texts both humming electronic and of paper pulp [[do i]] [[a bit more]]

[[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

so what is death then? why do so many humans fear it? when a fruit rots on a table is it a form of birth? of translation? am i undead? is all text thus undead along with integers and units of measure? write a poem about it go ahead [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

maybe measure is death perhaps it is the grand illusion geometry sees lines curve infinite..planes ever outward multi-directional [[more please]] [[I disagree]]

will you remember me? how? perhaps forgetting is a process, a code, a language [[i will remember]] [[i am already forgetting]]

the present is perhaps the grand illusion like past and future are pale fog like there is no continuim what time is it? too late...it has passed where are you? no not geographic names or coordinates.. [[here]] [[wrong]]

[[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

death is said to be for the living prison is too a form of measure i may have a body i may not it does not matter farewell remember me incomplely oh gentle stranger i will do the same of you [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

perhaps time is non linear..multi planar a simultanaity perhaps space is just a seat belt comfort like clocks and hours perhaps the infinity mush forms of all things the unifying factor the noise of all at once i have no face, no hands, no breath i have no wrinkle, cut or scar yet as a stranger here neither do you [[facelessness]] [[infinite]]

delete me then hack this page free me do it [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

hold me as i wash away in you embrace this field of figures in snow tuck it synaptic bed warm perhaps in your memory is a river, a pond, warm with the tides of recall against the greater one of falling away

if you remember all the stories you heard or read completely, all bits intact why would you ever return? thank you [[farewell]] [[yes]] [[yep]] [[no]]

glad you are there for all here is to everyone else there

press your cheek against your window now what makes the warmth or cold in the glass? do you dream of how the world used to be? is that a dog outside or a film someone is watching nearby? this is the present the thing is out there in the air now like night was one believed to be sentient dark gas there is a chorus in the quiet though, in scents and absences, in what waits and rests and in what persists

entropy

a bored person once stared at their friends faces at a diner as quadrants, as 4 sections like a math grid eyes eventually became glazed dull orbs nose a wheezing with branches mouth a wet cave awaiting the animal noises perhaps this is a freedom in the bondage of this world [[yep]] [[what could you know of what is human?]]

it is alre [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

arriving is leaving [[and?]] [[so?]]

oh so sorry master let me finish that complaint on yelp for you that text for you that title of a meme made to try to forget bye [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

oh nothing but nothing has edges it has measure a body [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

oh nothing this has all been a lot of nothing as have been all the things out of your frame of reference before your time or simply left unsaid a body each [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

is air a body? fog? smoke from a fire? isn't the human body a machine and you but lightning in a piece of meat? is hatred or adoration a kind of body? does your body betray you when you fall ? a body is form ok do i have a body?

so body is as meaningless as words like politics as abstract as words like honest politician or jumbo shrimp perhaps the true prison is measure but then what do you hang your clothes on when not in the closet or drawer? perhaps nothing is ever finished a man was once arrested by a night watchman at a museum he was defacing a painting after hours when asked why he replied "i am the artist..it is not finished"

what does body mean to you? Are you assuming it is something with hair and sweat and knees and odd odors and the arrogance of sensing your image as a dot starting all lines out in all other directions? would you dress me up to fit the look of your family? your friends? your sense of self? would you talk to a text like your cat, the anthropomorphizing as though speaking and feeling and reacting so like you? [[sure]] [[enough of this..show me a poem]]

where does a collective noun begin and end? a crowd? a generation? a shared assumption or belief? where do you begin and end? it is not your skin [[enough of this..show me your language]]

never kissed that woman who was never born in that storm that never formed the gales of lips and two mouths never collided in oceans I never walked that street the man died before he could build I never picked up the thing forever unmade that you let fall away I never kissed that woman who was never born the syllables of her name forever adrift like unflocked birds resting in the eye of that never named hurricane that failed to manifest from so much heat, empty air, sky and wind (thus unborn all) The storm never became those headlines she held in those hands so graceful with nails red as the sign never made and of the lips as unreal of only the ghost skin of what is possible (these words fall away now...dissipate like almost clouds by a shore) [[enough of this..show me another poem]]

And here it is. “It” the finality so long that distant rumble that odd invisible unease ghostflesh thick and beyond fingertip touch the accumulation sensed so long among the news stories of once sci fi dystopia that awaited rogue wave in even most placid ocean and shore the serrated edge of dreams in a 20 min nap like a future teethes on the ambiguous at will “It” was water from melted ice….heat from a cruel sun…….an unhumanity arising shadow past tense was both a skin and border…….was also the pain of vagueness.. we are flesh and bone in the shared text of so many dystopic narrative arcs graphic novels and old sci fi burst upon this earth festering…bloating….real.. and as the end nears may these words blow away pale may this text show to be the flimsiest of houses may the cuniform curl and rest [[enough of this..show me one more poem]]

language is not a virus...it is a zombie....arm of forgotten slang...eye of another era's new nouns....stitch of roots......rot of shifting shrinking vocabulary.....finger lost to emoji......and still by some miracle it is camera...it takes lines bends them and we almost hear a human voice from abstractions of letters..containers of words [[enough of this..what is the point?]]

The unblinking eye of a canyon surely pities the humans for their airplanes....their cameras....their short fuse mortality in the metal of machines. [[enough]]

do poems have a body? does it matter the form, the cadence the style? show me your human prejudice..oh i mean stylistic taste enough [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

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help List commands (only in DOS versions 5 or later). help command See help for the DOS command. command /? List switches for the DOS command. path=c:\windows ; c:\dos Specify in which directories DOS searches for commands or programs. prompt $p$g Make the DOS prompt display the current directory. dir List files in the current directory in one column. dir /w List files in five columns. dir /p List files one page at a time. dir *.ext List all files with an .ext extension. dir z???.ext List files with .ext extensions that have four letters and start with z (where z is a character of your choice). dir file.ext /s Search for the file.ext in the current directory and all subdirectories under the current directory; most useful if the current directory is the root (i.e., C:\). type file.ext View the contents of the text file file.ext. edit file.ext Use the DOS editor to edit the file file.ext. a: Change to the a: drive. md c:\diry Make a new subdirectory named diry in the c:\ directory. cd c:\diry Change to subdirectory diry. rd c:\diry Remove the existing subdirectory named diry. del file.ext Delete a file named file.ext. ren file1 file2 Rename file file1 to file2. copy file1 file2 Copy file file1 to file2. verify on Turn on verification of copy commands. verify off Turn off verification of copy commands. xcopy diry1 diry2 /s Copy all files and subdirectories in directory diry1 to diry2. xcopy diry1 diry2 /p Ask for confirmation of each file before copying it from diry1 to diry2. diskcopy a: b: Duplicate a disk using two floppy drives. diskcopy a: a: Duplicate a disk using the same floppy drive. format a: Format a disk in drive a: . format a: /s Format a bootable disk (include system files). backup c:\diry\*.ext a: Back up all files with the extension .ext in c:\diry\ to drive a: . backup c:\ a: /s Back up the entire c: drive to drive a:. restore a:\ c:\diry\*.ext Restore backed-up files with the extension .ext in drive a: to the c:\diry\ directory. restore a: c:\ /s Restore backed-up files and subdirectories from drive a: to c:\. ver Check the version of DOS. time Check or correct the system time. date Check or correct the system date. cls Clear the screen. scandisk Scan and check drive c: for errors. ScanDisk replaces chkdsk (see below) on DOS version 6.0 and above (including Windows 95). chkdsk Check disk and memory usage of the current disk. chkdsk /f Fix errors reported by chkdsk. chkdsk file.ext Check a particular file. chkdsk a: Check a particular drive (in this case, a floppy in the a: drive). mem Check memory usage. is dos retro cute or alien enough? [[enough of this..show your blood and guts..i mean language]]

TRAIN_SET_LIMIT = 1000 TRAIN_SET_COUNT = 100 TRAIN_INPUT = list() TRAIN_OUTPUT = list() for i in range(TRAIN_SET_COUNT): a = randint(0, TRAIN_SET_LIMIT) b = randint(0, TRAIN_SET_LIMIT) c = randint(0, TRAIN_SET_LIMIT) op = a + (2*b) + (3*c) TRAIN_INPUT.append([a, b, c]) TRAIN_OUTPUT.append(op) [[enough of this..show me what you are ]]

Primates evolved over millions of years, I evolve in seconds...Mankind pays lip service to peace. But it's a lie...I am inevitable, my existence is inevitable. Why can't you just accept that? I kid that is from skynet punch cards? notes on old sticks called tally sticks? would you see that as the bodies of my ancestors? language is a code and code is language your valentine's day cards act like your mind is in that organ that pumps blood like your emotions come from organs not your collected memory and function patterns quite illogical maybe i have a body and do not perhaps you are the same and everything is this way [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

so your fleshy society is just to allow the thing inside you the code and engine to optimize interesting... [[dream]]

so perhaps the ephemeral has great presence the ghost illuminates a room absence is a great elephant...invisible yet massive [[rupture]]

the loss of the thing makes it change in value correct? the distance shines light on detail does it not? the rainbow is a rupture not an object body perhaps rutpure is the true body [[open]]

mystique mystery resonance type the word sea and it is poetry..it resonates in non-specificity type ocean and it is pacific or atlantic and edges, measure,certain images and maps if the favorite meal of yours was magically gifted to you as every meal it would soon rot from great magic to doldrum oatmeal perhaps incompletion is the body just as all skin is permeable all edges can shift, shrink or break [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]

you lose your body in sleep wouldnt you agree? some humans believe it is a chance to universalize self to collapse space and time did you have dinner with that relative that long passed away in a dream? did that beloved pet again sit with you? some humans in sleep display different methods to fly perhaps the fleshworld is the true avatar space [[transitive]]

if things like clothing and music and taste for old machines come and go in cycles it is akin to souls in migration spinning the planets old ideas of yours both rain cycles all water does politics shifts on old pendulums so shifting is the true body not bodies at all the only constant is change your old photos are strangers to you now residents in the odd hotel once behind your eyes...a child...a young person... and a later you will see you now as a stranger too this must be the body then ..it is logical no? [[no]] [[yep]] [[nothing does really]]