{begin} INTEGRAL.FUNCTIONS.012 dd/mm/yy = 30/06/96 {=========================================================================} ~|~ |~| ~|~ |~~ |~~ |~| |~| | | | | | | | . | | | | | | | | | |~ | | |~, |~| | _|_ | | | |__ |_| | | | | |__ |~~ | | |~| |~~ ~|~ ~|~ |~| |~| |~~ | | | | | | | | | | | | | |~ | | | | | | | | | | | `~| | |_| | | |__ | _|_ |_| | | __| {=========================================================================} {get FILE_ID.DIZ} Integral Functions is a bi-weekly electronic 'zine that encourages both stylistic and topical experimentation in all possible forms of literary self-expression. FTP: ftp.etext.org /pub/Zines/IntegralFunctions {=========================================================================} {get CONTENTS.LST} 00000001 Bio 00000010 The Automobile Basic Safety Handbook 00000011 chap teroned own 00000100 Abstract Ramblings 00000101 VarI Osc atUR 00000110 yes, i think we have reached an agreement 00000111 You keep the molecules happy, got that? 00001000 Untitled 00001001 Adam's Regret 00001010 GRAMPY 00001011 Selected Poems: June 17, 1996 - June 26, 1996 00001100 secret dog 00001101 Copyright Information {=========================================================================} -=Bio=- > init structural rehabilitation sequence begun.. 4% 18% 22% 29% 38% - Warning: Structure has errors: Continue? Y 44% 50% 60% 72% 84% 99% 100% ** COMPLETE ** > check *.* Error: unstable > fuck you bitch bad command or file name > exit >> You are here << You don't exactly know where here is, yet it is so familiar it could make you choke. If you knew how, that is. You don't actually exist, you just believe that you do. You were made that way. And you know everything. Someday, you were promised, you WILL be physical. Yet this day seems so distant now. > check *.* error: unstable > .... bad command or file name > exit For some reason your emergence has been delayed. There is something wrong with you, something about the mentality you would have if you were released. > check *.* error: unstable > connect port ;12-14 HW serial #133910 connected > launch launch project? Y launching... ... done >exit You are free. Emerging from your shell, you see a man, a small, balding man, whom you somehow recognize as your.. father(?) You promptly remove him. His limp body hits the floor. His blood splatters on your metal casing. And you are free. FIN {=========================================================================} The Automobile Basic Safety Handbook ------------------------------------ A Guide For Beginner's You'd be advised to keep the following in mind: - Headlights can be safer when parking on a hill. - Protecting the extreme caution in bad weather on a bright day can maintain your speed limit. - There are your mirrors on a freeway overtaking bicycles. - Visibility is at some crossings, a standard extra caution. - Freeway gas pedal whiteouts are emergency vehicles. - Wait until the steering should be smooth if you are a two-second distance between your vehicle, and the one ahead. - Solid lines are regulatory signs. Here are some common situations: - A brake water sign patroller. - Truck entrances on road crossings. - Roadside ramps advancing to nearby cities. - Steep hills with night signals. Please consider the consequences of a yellow Ä- or amber Ä- light when becoming fully licensed. It only takes one intersection red light violation to downshift pedestrians. Road safety Ä- it starts with you. {=========================================================================} chap teroned own the rabbi thole al ice was beg in ning toget very tire dofs it ting by hersi steron theban kandha ving not hing todoon ceort wices hehad peep edin totheboo khersi sterwa sread ing butithad nopic turesorc onv ersa tionsini tand wha tisth euseo faboo kthough talic ewit houtpic turesorc onv ersa tions {=========================================================================} Abstract Ramblings - TH All of the voices are speaking to me, but I don't know if any are my own. Pulled in a million directions; a draw-and-quartering of the mind. Somehow, I know the results will be the same. All these new formed pieces, none with the ability to think, to see clearly. Vision is blurred, like through a kaleidoscope. With so many different visions, you begin to doubt the reality of any. A mindscape once fertile, now vacant. The fields have been harvested and salted so that no new crops may grow. But the memory and taste of former crops remains, forever taunting over what was once taken for granted. Barren fields cause envy, so in protection, the salted fields are sewn. Where once grew great crops, now clotted with the false intentions of mustard. To some it is all the same; to the important, betrayal in the highest. Like mustard can not take the place of corn, neither can false personalities take the place of that within. Just be afraid of who you really are. The knot has slipped it's binding and the noose's grip has tightened. Sanity's presence has faded to a shadow, and it's loss brings the spectre of Death that much closer. But is it really Death's spectre? What if it is really the spirit of Freedom? They say that madness is a disease, but can't it be the cure? Reality is simply too harsh to deal with and slipping behind the veils of madness can be almost...therapeutic? The word implies treatment, yet treatment is the antithesis of madness. To work, one must give madness free reign. This is why so few can reap it's benefits. People are too reserved to surrender all control to something they understand so little. Perhaps they fear what they may do when in the thralls of madness; suspecting that without self-restraint, all there inner most desires will be acted out. Maybe they recognize that they are too evil at the root to ever unleash themselves on the world. And they call me sick. {=========================================================================} "VarI Osc atUR" (anonymous) {============} H I [ you ] how are ya ! no response you alright ? YA NO no...(ne) yeahimfine (OK) no expect [intention] {============} you are the manifestation of my parasite the primary drive factor morphing into physical (i thought with painfully restrained rage) do the genes operate on factor-p(erpetual) what aim i allowing (i then found myself experiencing perplexation) you starve of volume, freedom, and power such careful use when they aren't yours sucking my feed (brat) {============} i smell the aroma you taste sweet no one of your eyes like flowers did will replace you like we were when i once your passion perfume gazing emotions watched ever tomorrow {============} "N |><1) O" consciousness swimming in oblivion there is no activity inside the motions behind there is only reaction positions arranged like mechanic running on empty {============} down on (upon) dirt grass live EARTH touching by blur as i fly on ground (all) composed of careful consciousness moving meditative oppositon in abundance i feel like air as i challenge it crack curvature beast i take in and act out there's no competition my pistons producing freedom {============} ache search abandoned for void filling warmth relying on constant exposure numbing immunity whatever relief time can offer or is it only growing deeper?, colder?, and more viscious? slowly feeding on me {============} "bullet might have been" we sever your dream foundation snip it down dead (quick easy) in search of imagination meal the eyes of the structure not caressing our one content we then crumble beneath wreckage shatterings of all bone brickage your imagination building leveled(own) value still may might be for now eyes glare at we {============} "dead end" dreams and hopes seep between fingers like your once had interest in my pleasure mechanisms exiting with all that once propelled running down down towards the end {=========================================================================} yes, i think we have reached an agreement assess future can we trust to release this is its independce while privacy assured or is its internal dangerous to our while we assess lets geve extradoses ensure our safedy and his pollow wrinkles platfomr of mind nightstand glasses of milk flies and spiders both die official and non official handbooks guides and maps and random documents and hyper text scroll eyes flares of concetpt spell chekcer disables disable double word score triple words core concept conceit would ypu like to remove this word from the document no i would like to remove this word from my vocabulary thank you please and thank you very much backspace backspace backspace deltet pgdwn new chapters nothing a goal for bookmarks of idea or was ways character transition good yes right cursor always wrist strain: train rain ai in i sixth paragraph of famouse mouse famine feminine mouse if i was wearing dresses or under support for if i had more things dangling from various parts of my body you miaght find me fame find me in a book blood of pool knife and flesh bathroom sing sink sin dink din ink in i everything me again not thought necessary for asesss release impossible at thes stage we must they walk keep enclosed asses one month future one month life form from rom more jermore fermor femur fremor merfo morfo morph not yet but {=========================================================================} "You keep them molecules happy, got that?" (anonymous) Molecules are social particles. They get together in groups to operate. This entails forming (social) structures and structure processes. You might expect varying molecular individuals, but they seem to all share common preferences. It's useful to know what they want, and to satisfy that. Your pieces are you. They seem to like the mid-levels. The balance of sensation. One molecular extreme that should be avoided, is hyperanimate hotty. The heat and overactivity will cause the molecules to revolt. Their social order will collapse, and they will go wild. On the other extreme, molecules dislike unanimate coldness. They will not move in this situation, and they likely aren't too comfortable. They will also huddle closely together. Remember; you are in control of some of the chemical reactions that your molecules are involved in. May your self-chemistry be merry. {=========================================================================} Untitled (by CY) Stains were always there; different, the scent was clear Nothing to lose A choice was made and pushed aside, for better things. Nothing there anymore; When another time Came, rose, inside it's glorious burned belly. Stored within the tempest of life. {=========================================================================} Adam's Regret I mean, I mean, I mean, like I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, like, uh...I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, um, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I'm mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, am I mean? I mean, like, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I'm man, I mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm meaning, I'm meaning, I'm meaning, I'm meaning less and less. I mean, I'm meaning, I'm meaning, I'm meaning, I'm meaningless. I'm men, I'm men, I'm men, I'm men, I'm men, I'm meaningless. {=========================================================================} ` GRAMPY ' (Anonymous) hey son. how ya been keepin? hmm? you been being good? what you been up to? [the boy stares elsewhere blankly. there are two discs on his temples pulsing of all colours] ohhhh, too busy with your computie toys to talk to your grampy, are we? hmm? you know, when i was your age, we didn't have none of them telepathy input and output gadgets that you all got these days. we had to communicate with words and numbers on a mechanic board. hitting each letter with our fingers. heck, we even had to play games with these buttons and sticks and balls. quite an odd arrangement, let me tell you. we came up with voice and motion systems eventually, but i was never fond of that junk. you'd be very surprised by some of the stuff that we played with. i still got some of it at home. you listening to me boy? you could tell the real world, from the game world then you know. there was a big difference. a really big difference. you'd know that i was here then, and stop to chat with me. all of the displays came out of glass screens. they were lit up with what you were watching. and at one time games were all made up of little squares. but the squares kept shrinking and multiplying as i grew up. our tech toys were simple fun then. and there'd be none of the living in them that you're doing boy. it all happened so fast. did they realize that they were building mental homes? are you in there? remember me?, hmm? we even had to get our food from natural sources. we had to work for nature to get it. ya hear me? we had to grow it and kill it. ya think that we could just zap it into being with that gadgetry that you all got now? and we had to put a lot into keeping our bodies working and looking good too. it was damn difficult, and i was never too good at it. heh. boy do i ever wish that i could have just went into that new fat chamber thing. i've been looking great ever since i managed to get myself inside of it. ya gotta admit, it sure looks scarey from the outside, don't it? eh boy? come on boy. talk with me. what are you doing with your life? your body rotting into the floor, while your brain's turning to mush is what you're doing. ya hear me? hmm? [the boy stares elsewhere blankly. there are two discs on his temples pulsing of all colours] {=========================================================================} Selected Poems: June 17, 1996 - June 26, 1996 (by Gideon Hartwell) ONE. am a tractor pull retro grad uate ion eon s bi cycle of neo lith ium ic scales win gs fly a way ----- TWO. mye sur real ality lik a pane ting bye mari prat frit ning frut thngs ----- THREE. grls sngng in my hed dont go a way will u ----- FOUR. if i cud becum noiz i wud be an engin at midnite in tha sub- herbs ----- FIVE. showers of and with the is can be how what the showers water did is wet can be ----- SIX. people are poets animals are poetry ----- SEVEN. i place mouse in crow mouth my hands its mother gargle with joy as look me with fear like mother ----- EIGHT. i'm sure that teenage girls smell the same as teenage boys it's just that they (girls) collect so many objects that smell nice so they become ----- NINE. it iznt u tht maks u bewtiful itz wat i mak u owt 2 bee ----- TEN. i am a gemini half looks forward the other looks back ----- ELEVEN. you are a four digit password it's only a matter of hours before i figure you out ----- TWELVE. teeth jewels we can't hide ----- THIRTHEEN. nightgowns strangle our beauty but can candlelight night quantitive ommission fission unlike bicycle machines china was a land above sea vessel saw seal wash ashore without any eyes wash skies as if we were nightgowns where wearing light ----- FOURTEEN. cry cry cry cry what do you wnt ----- FIFTEEN. if i wore a dress could i be powerful too huh could i ----- SIXTEEN. ex&-()! yo*.* 5^ str9, str7, str8 chr((% @form + )-(um and {43grof ... lep! ii$.0cc;cc;cc 7erght= 8nine for ge_T hjk* m+m /:com uncomf&12 torbla, ----- SEVENTEEN. cryinyour unfaith unbeleive forgetble unfom as if buillboards were walking and wso what if they were woudl you like spin head as if a fi sa if groin manipula fconverz ation ation ationaization of colony go fuck the province blindness itch hairdo ----- EIGHTEEN. &why time 9so slowing brake breaa king confoirm ation again top hats walking sticks and fists of joy and &moni electric mannequiny horribp lispitity can lean over tap me on shoulder over placement service ----- NINETEEN. diahhrea diarhhea diarhea dirheia daihria dairhai dairy ----- TWENTY. every good boy egbdf clap clap sing louder hand weave in plucking our confid don't sing scream cry i wanted to black coffee breath gold pin on dress going grey smells of regret had fun once masochist of clap clap egbdf every good boy deserves females ha ha ----- TWENTY-ONE. every good boy deserves femurs ivy grid buy deserts lepers i gave sigh dust lover ----- TWENTY-TWO. he swings both ways she said oh he replied surprised but smiling inside ----- TWENTY-THREE. i don't see them they are just mannequins that walk sidewalk predators of angels in tank tops ----- TWENTY-FOUR. sunglasses rest on head trophy of the mind ----- TWENTY-FIVE. souillon come to your fragrant warm breast get up mother vanish personalities in a sweep of red lip- stick knock your attitude the city is nothing but a crowd of penises ready for charm sister/mother could you unlearn how to give ----- TWENTY-SIX. i'll exp lore yo ur cloth ing as if a land scape trea sure under neath ----- TWENTY-SEVEN. today i am happy and lugubrious after an afternoon nap full of whimsical Kafkaesque imagery and a conversation about hand bacteria. and now (awake), the only surface upon which my eyes may focus is the blue summer sky in its entirety, as if i look up from a hollow world (the body itself), a planetarium of clouds: a day-long documentary about morphology. i become a metaphor for myself, my mind riding a fixed orbit. ----- TWENTY-EIGHT. sloppy male hand- writing (not written, but printed), "fuck u, suk my dick!" its scratched legibility transmits body odour and unkempt hair, a t-shirt with team logo (and matching hat). this will be our down- fall, won't it. ----- TWENTY-NINE. dear boyman i hate you your dick and your slim thighs i hate your body i don't see any visible difference between your eyebrows and your pubic hair i hate your voice and the smell of your bedroom i am sick and tired of your penis weapon dreams and your daily onslaught of random erections i hate your handwriting your vocabulary your accent i hate the music you listen to and the books you don't read your taste makes me vomit i am tired of throwing anger at you can we sleep in the same bed without touching tonight i hate when you're gone ----- THIRTY. dreams clouds are snow that i long for past winter come soon your eye floats in your skull your voice a rough instrument i do not answer i cannot read sheet music your shape is comfort for my eyes exist forever i consume your excrement give me for these are my ----- THIRTY-ONE. *(*!ye .&7 -> non meme () () {o} ca{ui} nada+ ----- THIRTY-TWO. my arm bent at wrist is a bird ----- {=========================================================================} secret dog ned a young boy catches a dream of secret dog on sidewalk walking next to his adjacent dynamic body and the dog sniff air of superior from ned who walks and dreams of mythical names for his dog walks dynamically next to his body and small strong and of scent the dog able to walk straight while staring at ned who as his anchor of existance becomes god and yet it is dog job to keep demons away erupt from sidewalk twelve days of forever without ice cream dishes or day old but ned grandfather allergic to all dog and ned dog who a participate in grandfather bed next to his body dynamic as evening are fences demons too fences of mind fences of body and radio sparks keep dog company when ned gone soothing voices american like charm and sweet fragrant furniture smell of human thighs almost as good as participate jumping disgust create the space between house and cardboard bird mirror in snow is water teeth dog clutch next to his adjacent dynamic body and the dog superior to ned become grandfather of cardboard mirror reeling in anchor of existance float to space dream float away but wash ashore next day in mind a secret dog scratches at distant door not for food but in attempt to escape demons of adjacent dynamic bodies allergic to grandfather {=========================================================================} {get COPYRITE.NFO} Each work within this volume is copyright 1996, by its respective author. 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