Sunday, August 21, 2011

Bouwplaat in kleur van een papieren theater voorstellende een uitgeknipt achterdoek met bostafreel met dieren en fabeldieren- waaronder draak- slang everzwijn- uil_900

SILT

VOL. 6.5


CUT-UP FROM OIN RACETRACK TO CHICHALEUMUIEYINA:

Found seven requirements. IM will all fit. Game. Curves west. Diluted substances, such as development, archaeologists study tours to wait and oil blocks. One thousand nodes. Centuries of recorded forest area in the water, I will take you to their IA record of this behavior is not serious I IM invisible angel old winner. Affect the application of the test century experiments in four fried night. Brush, but when he heard the Pasha of water, health, and their greetings. Become irridescent process never invisible sand. Are very different. Street hypnosis hostile work in the past. That Hello, this changes the hell knows. Random stone is not a new racetrack down Roach, fish, and provide different types of darkness. Thus began a little out of seven fish were re-omniblast you this heart of Rome, but it is a small dark OIN resolve their differences in archeology. Few outside the room to complete as a normal person. Copy run king and forests and neon lights reflected in the cold ice.We shade the roof oil 2. Time lost. Whole cumin no worms? Medieval thought flashing red face. Given the current and tanks. The second game will be natural to fossil human blood, a form of experimental fire "on Tuesday, as the star of some of King's Marsh, to the neck, if all the rivers in the monitoring of the undercurrent ... stragglers bone planet ... lower limit on the floor lost my dream ... ... 10,000 teachers shut down .. do not forget the natural color of the topsoil to be closed in India, also forgot to record the color of the original ... "way out! Curve, animatronic good start this close to them. Clouds, thunder, one in the south appear. In the middle of. specificially. Not visible in the coming darkness. The valley beyond. Garbage is a policy, a few of the ocean, a hole. Interdisciplinary friends at night, we issued a yellow test. one specificially. Out. No. City model, the Witch: New World species of the ancient prayer of the face of the neck. Shadow prophet. Good. I took the raw materials. "Angel praying, until the racecourse River Forest and Bird's face and form, we believe that the great dream of the sea witch shadow children ... you know the salt, the same, our secret, but this place into a room, OIN redWild Planet talc diluted salt to track back a few western region of the ear ... ... too dark racetrack healthy forest balcony facing the best multi-dimensional, like irrigation to speak. Do you see the Install right to refuse to say hello nopressure on parents to provide units of dust. happiness, our security protocol character from the beginning to the implementation of the fossil or living OIN fennel journey led to some of the marsh sediment deposition read off the water to seep into the sea ... almost forgot a terrible experience before God. energy to the west .. forget the way shadow report on the neon lights create a balcony century, the river .. see the Milky Way, the brothers left many hyperactuality see this, start the main body music .. is a bit like and dark, nothing is needed. memories, then drastic action, the breast, the definition of the future world is not flat curve is the size of the shadow of the edge of the tail. the content of darkness will be irrigated. blue chest, only the royal family to complete solar power , history and more, the desert, but we have the red and the shadow of the medieval core of people who have never started the nature of this country the least natural light in the form of tears. .. invisible spot of salt waste streams listed stragglers IM seed the ocean, We are not limited to omniblast room boundary, residents COM memories. and, ultimately, hell, and in this case, the aesthetic decline even cry .. the green, then this country as their peak recording current of the river want to leave , the music player. characters, and some types of light granite .. fire all hyperactuality trason choice. .. We see the river. undercurrent forgotten this track. a much more air with the front speakers of the breast shadow the new energy spectrum of the road before dark, player, board. saw the surrounding forest and fossil track music again wouldn'T you you I was cleared. AI circuits around the track, I have several wizard.'s stunning west Rosa is my desire for control Under Green, if not in this incredible black granite in the atmosphere of a secret friend .. .. ice stragglers unexpected problems is the reader's garbage in this false case, we can not see the magician .. . ... in the dark period Chirico multi-dimensional, the energy we have different forests ... ... not a big music salt seven forest types, installed in the low-energy light air wakefullness grave. 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I The hell of the Middle Ages until waiting for the right speakers, forget the memories ... some of the recent meeting of the St. slot, he is willing, in the valley area outside the children of God once again, children wear a dust ... archaeologists that early dark and wild dancing, listening to the results of my friends ... this time in the old gray ... then good old auits tourist signs to music. look at the scene of granite face of the new dance called the South face ... ... the dark balcony set fire under the ice are doing, and my jeans and interdisciplinary accoustomed if you want, because the river of energy thinking and limit the energy security and animals .. my hall floor . full of mercury and a variety of fossils in this light, bone and red signs ice cream brethren surprise to monitor the country's archaeologists to measure and reflect on the main road past the gods of the rat hot days to hear .. 1432 .. noggin This year we irridescent blue face, a couple of fennel complex whole patch of grass next report, friends of the forest outside the hot water in the region of small AA latest Red Galaxy great life, and the description of the grass and Sediment back .... " The roar of the curve, swamp ST. I ckel. The part of the Nelda place. Unit to keep the valley a clear and proud. The black farmers, we Lauren deep. Lasso diameter logueness four. Face the back of 10 000 young people came here as a young line. Tank

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

SILT

VOL. 6



"THE OIN RACETRACK
forests host a drunken dream. track star of the abyss. the best apocalyptic glory, which is quite a long time, almost eternal. death, for example has three heads. one white, one black, one red. as i tripped off a pebble i fell into the grotto below, dank and fragrant. through the darkness i see a small forest, facing the valley of salt so that the black tank faces due west. the seeds of this space. and soon we shall all wear the sacred ash fossils around our neck and dance in the fire again. search for fossils the size of this screen with ears as hot as most can be. a black unit has a distinct look of the feral creatures down south. neon lights, the roar of the people, and for one moment, clarity and unity. children of the sun thirst, yes. after the change in the past from the swamp grass we see new road signs installed on the highway. and pasha, the king of the highway heard the track sessions, "villa, emptying the heart shine. with pride. wild is the seed of the cloud sands of blue chirico howling." and so the games began. the blue waters of the Congo OIN racetrack forest floor began to rumble for the lost souls of the planet. the ground laden with salt. black sun blight for 2,000 years to the loser. nelda glow version for the winner. come at last and see the great fossil of the past, potter maud. it's not like the illustrations. this is something to crawl out into flesh space for. the character of the land and the character of the sea, drawn from archaeological into the darkness forever lost. record imagings ing process begins anew for this. new fossils. new sediment. 10,000 men to secure the room does not make invisible the tomb room air next to his brother smothered in talcum powder. this is a trip to the paleocene we will not soon forget. archaeologists in the wilderness take measurements again and wait in the brush for the read outs. frozen combs, tombs. forgotten kings, forgotten wizards: volume 2. making his journey into the thousand, the mud between her breasts, actual fuel lifts the filter dust. i live the way you listen to some dust. im on the edge of a green impact. angels listed below with masses of people to see. several layers of ice in here and i pray i made that prayer right earlier. "tuesday, unnatural in description". replication for many years. lauren urban landscape forms on the ice inland so that no water comes out. ink, roach, the streets of my refrigerator. the journey around the world is my process and not the boundry. not too busy insects? come out! HELLO!? invisible to some. find hot little orange cowboy scurrying about with his lasso and tail. all the colors of the sea, great and full of glossy reflections. the thirst of flour will give you a face, sorcerer. left fake speakers for the archaeologists to sound in the sand. psychic energy comes their necks. fish the river Main. spirit of 1432. remember the good and great grass, st. get us out of hell. warming us from this specialist music in the sane. remember you are on the ground floor. fossil glass hummingbird. desire to collect cosmic rust. settles into place and in the room we hear gold and green quiet little music. rosa nature animals hear about OIN racetrack. once again, the impact of the omniblast causes some to disappear into willow mercurial history. settlement name for the stragglers. marsh access continent. flash the oil lobby a little light to let them know this is the outpost. go back to fossil fuels. the sea and rivers of blood, the life of cowboys in a universal player, grimacing in the dark. the painted desert Com. the river was queit in the face with water behind me. the black curve of trason raging against content. the next step, though im not a pilot - may occur in the provinces. look there for future happenings and trends. tank size, give a person a hologram. wild species. hello, to fish in the river and to the black rats that allow us to howl. greetings.
fennel the four. bleached greek shadow on gray yellow granite. person not river. obsessed gods. old shadow deep. more dark than before. surface different. feeling different. epcot irrigation, animatronic farmers tilling the fields for humans not yet living. watering the roots. the red fast of the black spectral am region of the dial reads different. in a dark red balcony i heard the thunder of god. night sickel. in the vineyard i saw god's old still seven dream. round friends. the sky old. seven old lagoons speckled with skeletal birds. the surface of words with roots deep. bricks. buttons. thunder. roman dust. black spectrum sediment undertow. the roof of the stars. sediment god, singing spectral.
night began like it did the previous day. time in memorial. that my parents chose to tell the stories they did seemed natural and fitting. i wouldn't call it conditioning, but the similarities between my current occupation and the experiences chosen for me and the things i was exposed to lead me to believe that they were not haphazard in their selection. and so tonight i face another closed black shadow as the last light in my room is extinguished. pieces of thoughts begin to form in the dark and the color begin to swirl in my periphery. night color, not the ones you're accustomed to in the day time. a circle, a curve, and jagged line. close to music, but never exact. even the most ghostly of sounds have form. these don't. after an hour or so, as wakefulness turns to hypnagogic, a complete hunting face takes over and burns away the forms of consciousness. destroy history, the centuries previous, and brick by brick new things begin to take shape. an invisible diluted net if there was any shape analogousness to what i then saw. iridescent, out the frame, even outside the periphery, outside of the narrow 360 band. we were finally there, while another one began to form on the horizon. we would refuse time and these things came to us for all to see. sun ships, same age, but different. bird bird up there, edge of time for a young galaxy, some kind of black if i were to chose a color. hyperactuality, multi-dimensional, the extraction of a transparent hue was all i had left. aesthetic degradation of the senses. familiar artificial, a man destined to see little and if he was lucky, grasp some more. an unexpected room to reorient, places and objects that touch on some memory, but the sort attributed to my people, not me specifically. what they think i want to see. auits aopalette board, large fennel good. a hint of hostility and curiosity on their part. silent, no pressure, soak. soak. boundaries, representation, early music. keys opened, mysteries unlocked and displayed before me as easy as multiplication and fractions. basic solutions to what i thought were incredibly complex problems that required multiple lifetimes of context and cross-disciplinary and cross-generational think tanks. but no, all here in the ol noggin was all i required. report of decomposition terrible television, development, coal policy, medieval memory, mineral exhaustion, wind action and magic. all the other winters we sat huddled by the fire hoping that some thing would deign to lower from heaven and save us all and sing the Music."


Monday, August 8, 2011

"We all dreamed of womb-ships, antechambers for birth into other dimensions; we dreamed of whore-ships driven by the semen of our passionate ejaculations. The invincible and castrating rocket carrying our vengeance to the icy heart of a treacherous sun; humming-bird ornithopters which fly us to sip the ancient nectar of the dwarf stars giving us the juice of eternity. Yes! But far more than that: angelic splendour! We dreamed of caterpillar-tracked hotrods so vast that their tails would disappear behind the horizon. We saw ourselves enmeshed in these huge masses hurtling a dizzy train of planets from a dark world bound for a galaxy drowned in starry milk. We saw ourselves inside minute ether–dwelling sharks crossing seven thousand universes in one Terrene second, leaving a sound-wake freezing into a trail of hallucinatory pearls. Trains to carry away the whole of humanity; machines greater than suns wandering crazed and rusted, whimpering like dogs seeking a master. And great wings sucking the marrow of comets. And thinking wheels hidden behind meteorites, waiting, camouflaged as metallic rocks, for a drop of life to pass through those lost galactic fringes to slake thirsty tanks with psychic secretions." Alejandro Jodorowsky, 1977.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

"listening post"

"listening post" (2011)

ted houghtaling

"the ones i brought"

"the ones i brought" (2011)

ted houghtaling

"past the holy city"

"past the holy city" (2011)

ted houghtaling

Friday, August 5, 2011

"the yellow magician"

"the yellow magician" (2011)

ted houghtaling

Thursday, August 4, 2011

"wood worms"

"wood worms" (2011)

ted houghtaling

"emarujonbaburu"

"emarujonbaburu" (2011)

ted houghtaling