ereetplus

I think it is revolting that immortality and longevity drive us as a species. Like what is so damned great about any one of us that we need to live or be remembered forever. live your time, die, and then fade away into the mists of time. Screw this memorial shit. It is living to please the ghosts of the past, as if there is not enough shit that requires our attention we have to spend our time living up to the literative ideals of some supposed saint 200 years expired.

My voice is on a computer chip behind a wall in honduras. When you turn a handle, a shaft rotates, a gear turns, a chain follows, another gear turns, another shaft turns, and little electrons dance around in non descript black boxes, then my voice emits from this wall, saying in the language of mayan kings the number one.

it sounds like this... "hoon" ...