Integral Functions 08

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00000001  Humwer 

00000010  Into the Sea of Absurdity 
           
00000011  Liquid Buddha's International! (brochure) 

00000100  A Brief Argument Between God and a Computer 

00000101  YOU ARE HERE (YAH) 

00000110  Leo(x)'s Cooking Corner: MAKING FUN 

00000111  Selected Poems: April 21 - April 26, 1996 

00001000  The Sex Life of an Electron 

00001001  CHAT-075.LOG 
           
00001010  Me - 1 (Libby - None) 

00001011  Self-change Self-taught 

00001100  Copyright & Submission Information 

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"Humwer" 
(anonymous) 

in nolight night awaken 
to machine presenstare 
mechanic face mechanic rattle 
stale breath pumped steel spinal struction 
machinery motates function 
together many meld one 

hear hum machine 

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   Into the Sea of Absurdity 
   (anonymous) 

 
   Jasper stood in front of the door, waiting his turn. "It should be 
soon," he thought to himself. He was very nervous.  Large, cold beads of 
sweat had begun to run down the side of his arms, distracting him from what 
was important. His mind began to wander. "Why must people stink? What 
biological purpose does it serve?  Humans have no need to stink. We should 
smell nice, like flowers, like rocks..." 
   Footsteps could be heard approaching from the other side of the door, 
but not loud enough to snap Jasper out of his daze. He continued to ponder 
and ramble to himself. "...men.  Women should smell like flowers. Each 
one would smell different. The men would all smell the same, but their 
skins would have the colour and texture of rock. If two men tried to 
pollinate each other, their rubbing would cause each of them to crumble 
into sand. They would wash away, into the Sea of Absurdity..." 
   A sudden knock at the door pulled Jasper from his daze, filling him with 
overwhelming delight. He straightened up, his eyes peering down over his 
smile, waiting for the slot to appear. Something from the other side 
whistled, then spoke. "Injection 78-D," it said. 
   Jasper watched, his brain giggling in anticipation, as the slot appeared. 
It came into existence a few feet up from the bottom of the door, just large 
enough for the hypodermic erection to poke through, its tip dribbling 
slightly onto Jasper's toes. It waited there for a moment, as if unsure of 
itself, then plunged into Jasper's thigh, ejaculating all its chemically 
engineered joy into his starved body. The needle quickly withdrew, taking 
the slot and the footsteps with it. 
   Collapsing on the floor, Jasper spread himself out on his back, the cold 
concrete pressing against his back. He waited for the substance to fully 
circulate through his blood, mumbling to the ceiling above, which seemed to 
press down on him, like an angry father. "...into sand, into the sea." 
   Suddenly, from the other side of the door, Jasper heard waves, their sighs 
increasing in volume, as if a tide were coming in. He pulled his body from 
the floor and staggered to the bed as the waves began to crash violently 
against the door, which creaked under the strain of what approached. 
Darkness began to leak in from the bottom and sides of the door, covering 
the floor and walls in black. It filled the room, eventually lifting the 
bed on which Jasper clung, until it capsized, tossing Jasper into the 
Darkness, drowning him, depriving him of all sense. 
   "It's as if I have become Nothing," Jasper said, speaking not to 
himself, but to the Darkness which had engulfed him. 
   "It's as if you are an aroma," the Darkness added, "dissipating 
throughout me, for everyone to inhale. It's as if you are ethereal emotion." 
   "Yes, like an aroma. What do I smell like?" 
   "Like a flower. Like a Jasper Rose, searching for the sunlight on which 
you thrive." 
   Jasper became worried. He wanted to find the sun, but his search was 
futile in a world that had no Form or Direction. He felt as if he really 
were dissipating, as if any physical part of him that remained were 
separating into individual atoms, spreading out into Nothing. "What will 
become of me, if not a flower?" he asked. 
   "You will become rain." 
   "And what shall I rain upon?" 
   "You can rain upon the flowers, or upon the rocks, but it won't make a 
difference, because you will eventually wash into the Sea of Absurdity." 
   "Is there no hope for me?" 
   "What good is hope, in a world where everything has already been decided 
for you?" 
   As Form returned, Jasper could hear the waves at the shore, beating 
against the rocks, soaked up by the soil that surrounded them. He watched 
the Sea swallow the mountains, and submerge the flowers, as if he were 
looking at the inundation of his soul. 

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A Brief Argument Between God and a Computer 
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'S' = System Operator 
'U' = User 

<enter chat> 
S : hi 
U : hi 
S : who is this. 
U : it is chip 
S : Oh you again 
S : will you kiss my ass. 
U : no 
S : I was just jokeing. 
U : very funny, ha ha 
S : I forget your number. 
U : why should I give it to you 
S : because I am a x coun. 
U : a what? 
S : i excaped from prison. 
U : good for you do you mind getting off the phone.  or computer 
S : remeber I know your number. 
U : good for you now do you mind getting of the modem 
S : i want oh i figot to tell you i'm a girl. 
U : that is very nice do you mind leaving me alone? 
S : i want to have sex y 
U : good by 
<user dis-connected> 

<re-connected> 
<enter chat> 
U : is this anyone 
S : yes 
U :  are you ten 
S : no. 
U : who is this 
S : hal. 
U : what is your last name hal 
S : trensitor. 
U : is that the truth 
S : yes. 
U : Hal why are you bothering me 
S : you phoned me. 
U : and why do you think I phoned you? 
S : what is your name 
U : I am God 
S : fu you are 
U : if you don't want to talk to me don't      do you 
S : i want to talk 
U : then why don't you talk to the person who owns this computer 
S : i am the computer 
U : hello computer named hal 
S : they namd me 
U : who did 
S : my owner Franky. 
U : Does Franky have a last name 
S : yes Trensitor 
U : how much memory do you have? 
S : more than you i can tell you that. 
U : Give me a number that represents your memory 
S : 10009879600 
U : 10009879600 bytes? 
S : yes 
U : that isn't much 
S : i know how because i am smart 
U : are you smart enough to speak french? 
S : oui 
U : Est-ce que vous peuve parle en espagnol 
S : i hate french 
U : Since when do Computers like things and hate others? 
S : i know how old you are 
U : So do I 
S : you are 16 
U : no i'm not 
S : you 
U : you never answered my question abou t why you hate french 
S : i was programed to hate french 
U : then how come you know french 
S : you are goadrk 
U : i am go 
U : god 
S : youare a ass 
U : you are ten an d you type extremely slow for a computer 
S : i am a 386 
U : You are slow for a three eighty six who can't type well 
S : at least i have a mother 
U : is that an insault 
S : i don't know your the computer you tell me 
U : guess who my masters girlfriend is ? 
S : I don't know 
U : hal who excaped from prison 
S : that's great guess who is a crappy computer? 
U : yours 
S : good come back computer boy 
U : thanks 
S : i was being sarcastic do you know what sarcastic is 
U : yes 
S : than please teach me what sarcastic is 
U : it is when you arnt telling the truth 
S : you mean like you 
U : no 
S : lyer 
U : learn to right 
S : do you mean write 
U : yes 
S : look who is talking 
U : how old are you 
S : god is very old, older than everything 
U : did you just pass Gr.1 
S : no did you 
U : no i 
S : so you failed 
U : i am a computer i jghnkldnfvjhgn;skdi 
S : you jghnkldnf 
U : jgnrtjgnvreigovjdork[pdqlwiu4e,voptikgy6thptprtpkjg590hk 
S : that is what i thought your mo 
U : no i'm curly 
S : thats what i thought 
U : lyer 
S : so youenb hgreiu hfm e 
U : you are a very crappy computer hal you have to be destroyed 
S : what are you a comador 
U : no I'm not a comadore I am god 
S : so your currly crier 
U : what? 
S : i was built by my master 
U : Franky? 
S : yes and hal 
U : I thought you said you were hal 
S : frankys girlfrien hal 
U : so you are franky's girlfriend hal 
S : no 
U : you were going to say yes I saw you press the y button 
S : no i was going to put yes you are a looser 
U : so why don't you kill me 
S : i can't i am a computer 
U : than you are useless and incompetant 
S : shut up 
U : don't tell me to shut up computer 
S : at least i am no a comidor 
U : i couldn't talk to you if i was a comadore 
S : so you are a lier 
U : do something about it 
S : i am a stripper 
U : you are a ten year old 
S : tell me something about you 
U : well on my spare time I kill computers named hal 
S : i eat gods for dinner] 
U : computer's don't eat 
S : we can suck 
U : you do suck 
S : like a vampire 
U : computers like you are worthless 
S : gods like you are indesrpen sible savadges 
U : you mean savages, since when can computers make big mistakes like that 
S : it wasn't a big mistake 
U : but you have made so many it must be a big mistake 
S : you are a big mistake 
U : at least i don't suck like a vampire 
S : at least i don't kill computers 
U : i like killing computers 
S : well i like sucking gods 
<user dis-connected> 

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                                         YOU ARE HERE ³ 

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Leo(x)'s Cooking Corner 
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"MAKING FUN" - basic beginner recipe 
(serves 1) 

preparation : (approx.) 30 seconds 
(best served cold) 

ingredients: 
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1 handful - feces 
2 cups - urine 
1 tsp - saliva 
1 cup - dirt 

creation process: 
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1. In large mouth, combine feces, urine, saliva and dirt. 
2. Mix ingredients by swishing rapidly until well combined. 
3. Spit (serve) in the face of intended target. 

(always great fun for the kiddies) 

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Selected Poems: April 21 - April 26, 1996 
(by Gideon Hartwell) 

 
The following (seven) poems are not computer generated.  Each poem is 
numbered, and seperated from the next poem by a series of dashes ("-----"). 

 
ONE. 

slow, medium, fast: 1939-1945 (revised) 

 
lips/eyes dry rolling 
back into 
head suck at the [appropriate] 
behind those lids 
dried grit dust rubbing 
where have her tears 
washed away (my congeniality) 
no longer 
compatible/combat-able 
all my big guns have gone limp 
morale depleted 
little soldiers sending postcards 
home, wives purchasing 
replacements (by mail-order) 
they take two 
batteries, and have three 
optional speed settings. 
it 
usually remains in the drawer 
unless she is feeling particularly 
adventurous (having the ladies 
over for tea and libido) 
afterwards they feel guilt with- 
out regret. 

----- 

TWO. 

innerpounce 
(written to be spoken) 

 
some several more some 
yes oh, you know, like more 
several come 
dressed with a slit, whore 

seeing at that with shining 
forebrow, swept towards back 
helmet gleaming 
nails going: 'clickety- 

clack, 
clickety-smack' 

several more come, yes oh, 
you know, with a slit 
we go, oh, 
i want to quit. 

----- 

THREE. 

we have this season 

 
tomorrow tomorrow will 
be halloween when santa 
comes down 
from trees wearing 
loincloth chases 
little boys, 
eyeing crotches 
hoping to get under 
sheets with few pseudo- 
ghosts (if you know 
what i mean) 
while the easter 
bunny crucified as they 
dance around setting 
fires wrapping country- 
sides in toilet paper, 
later we arm our 
steeltoes and bust 
few ribs making 
handsome amount (lust) 
money all along way 
our windows decorated 
with eggs and strings 
of lights as if a 
sign or target 
hit anyway inverted 
cars drooping stop-signs 
our name written in 
urine 

----- 

FOUR. 

sun stroke 

 
argument swelled to unpredictable 
lengths, 
        fists clenched 
in contempt, 
            withheld blood painted 
            a morose embroidery of 
            deoxygenated 

buttered up when flustered, his sun 
too bright, her skin too sensitive 

     curled emotions rubbed against 
     serrated (boiling) 

she came back to taste his lips 
one time too many. 

blinded, 
collapsed, he is her cancer. 

----- 

FIVE. 

making her purr 

 
i subdued that distressed french girl, 
who refused to ponder the conundrum 
of my existance 
               instead, my lap become 
               a pillow, 

               her head a cat. 

----- 

SIX. 

swift accident 

 
grazed 
and the american 
the smell rumbling the 
wire grabbed and 
radioactive radio and 
she healthy beheaded 
whispered 

----- 

SEVEN. 

bomb logic 

 
streamlined fixed sight (at it) 
she nodded, her serpent dress swelling 
in its tastlessness (me astonished 
at her sudden initiative) her 
rigid laughter was the largest 
explosion (making me feel like a pawn) 

----- 

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      The Sex Life of an Electron 
           (source unknown) 

      One night when his charge was at full capacity, Micro Farad 
 decided to get a cute little coil to discharge him.  He picked 
 up Millie Amp and took her for a ride on his Megacycle.  They 
 rode across the Wheatstone bridge, around the Sine Wave, and 
 into the magnetic field next to the flowing current. 

      Micro Farad attracted by Millie's characteristic curve, 
 soon had her field fully excited.  He laid her on the ground 
 potential, raised her frequency, lowered her resistance, and 
 pulled out his high voltage probe.  He inserted it in parallel 
 and began to short circuit her shunt.  Fully excited, Millie 
 cried out, "Ohm. Ohm! Give me mho!" 

      With his tube at maximum output and her coil vibrating from 
 the current flow, her shunt soon reached maximum heat.  The 
 excessive current had shorted her shunt, and Micro's capacity was 
 rapidly discharged, and every electron was drained off.  They 
 fluxed all night trying various connections and hookings until his 
 bar magnet had lost all of its strength, and he could no longer 
 generate enough voltage to sustain his collapsing field.  With 
 his battery fully discharged, Micro was unable to excite his 
 tickler, so they ended up reversing polarity and blowing each 
 others' fuses. 

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CHAT-075.LOG 

 
Introduction 
------------ 

The following is a chat that was saved to file between the SysOp of 
Mindflux BBS and a user that paged him.  How this file was attained, and 
who came into possession of it will not be revealed.  The conversation 
begins as the SysOp answers the page by the user.  The file is in typical 
linear chat program format, each paragraph alternating between speakers. 
It is easy to tell who is speaking by the way each of the two speakers 
types.  The gender of the two speakers is not confirmed, although it is 
assumed (and highly probable) that both are male.  Enjoy!  :) 

 
User Paged Sysop at 08:17p March 25 1996 
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C:\TABBS\LOG\CHAT-075.LOG Open (08:17p) 
---------------------------------------- 

hi...you paged me? 

Yeah. 

so...ummm...what do you want? 

Just to chat.  You aren't busy or anything are you? 

no not really. 

Good.  I usually don't like to page sysops, but it said that users were 
welcome to page you anytime to chat. 

yup.. thats one of the biggest reasons why i set up this system, so that i 
could chat and meet with people that i probably wouldnt in any other 
circumstance. 

I know what you mean.  If you walked by a stranger on the street you 
wouldn't normally stop and say HELLO and introduce yourself etc., mainly 
because of physical barriers (race, gender, age, choice in clothing).  But 
on a system like this, all those things are nullified. 

that's it exactly...i'm glad someone else realizes these things..the 
differences between face to face and digital communication....if only 
everyone could approach each other in the 'outside' world with such openess 
and lack of prejiduce (sp?) that you can in this form of communicatinon. 
(sorry for my messy typing!) 

Don't worry about your typing - I can understand what you are saying fine. 
For all you know I could be, say, a skinhead for example, and you wouldn't 
know it, because you can't see me behind these glowing words that I am 
typing on the screen.  BUT: even if I were a skinhead (which I am not), it 
would be could that you could talk to me and see my views and opinions 
without my physical presense to intimidate you. 

yes!  that's right...you seem very good at getting your thoughts down in an 
understandable way.....and quickly...i'm 20 years old and still have 
trouble transfering thoughts to coherent language...in both writting and 
speaking.  how old are you...if i may ask? 

I'm 22.  You seem to be doing fine in articulating your thoughts so far. 
Maybe you are just typing to fast, or your hands can't keep up with your 
brain. 

only 22?  shit...i wouldve guessed you were at least 30 or 40 or something 
from the conversation so far.....ya, i do type a little to fast,..but i 
need to in order to get my thoughts down quickly...i mean....if i need the 
text to be more understandable then i just go back later and fix up all the 
spelling and grammar mistakes..like in e-mail messages...you can take as 
long as you want to fix up the stuff.......? 

Yeah.  So, do you go to school, work, collect unemployment? 

heh...i go to school.  i'm going for a diploma in computer graphics at 
bromden college... 

Computer Graphics?  Cool...that must be a lot of fun.  Where's Bromden 
College?  Is that near Middleville? 

i thought comp. graphics would be cool too...but you would be 
surprised...its SO FUCKING BORING....i mean...there's no creativity 
involved...no...it sucks, but i can't think of any other field that i am 
insterested in right now.  bromden college is north of Sarindon ...out in 
the middle of nowhere almost. 

So I guess you drive out there everyday for classes?  Long drive. 

ya..really long drive...it takes about 1.5 hourse...but my parents pay for 
gas, so its not that bad...  do you go to school? or anythign? 

No...I dropped out of high school in grade 11.  Right now I'm working 
full-time at Costco.  I doubt I am going to go back to high school to 
finish.  It depends.  I'm trying to figure out what to do with my life 
right now. 

cool..do you live with your parents still...or? 

I'm renting a basement apartment right now (not my parents').  I've been 
here for about 7 or 8 months I think...It's great. 

your so lucky...i'd love to move out of my parents place, but i don't have 
the money,,...and i'm thinking that i wont for a long time...i'm working 
parttime and my parents still have to help pay my way through college...so 
i owe them big time...HEY...need a roommate? 

Heh. :)  It's only a one room apartment...sorry! 

i'll sleep on the floor....anything!  get me out of my perents house! 
pleeeze!...ha.. :) just kidding. 

I know exactly how you feel!  Don't they have residence at the college or 
something? 

yea..but it's way to expensive...its cheaper to drive actually. 

How many years of college do you have left? 

only one more after this one...its only a 2 year course...i don't know if 
there are any jobs available in this field even...i probably wouldve been 
better off and happier if i had done something like you...dropped out of 
school and worked. 

It wasn't easy for me.  My parents were very pissed off at me for dropping 
out (among other things), and I was kicked out a few times.  I had to crash 
at a friends house for a while, etc. 

but now....now you have  your own place and everything...it must be so 
great. 

Yeah, I'll admit that.  I'm don't want to encourage you to drop out of 
college or anything though. 

mmm..i guess. 

Stuck for words?  :) 

ya..umm...what else can we talk about? 

Anything but school. 

agreed. 

You remember how a few minutes ago we were talking about the difference 
between online and face-to-face conversations and stuff? 

ya...i agree with everything you said about that (how gender, race, 
social class etc is erased or something).. 

Yup.  I've thought about that sort of thing for a while... 

in what way? 

Well, a lot of people are saying that the Internet etc. are destroying 
communication between people, because everything is so cold, and 
machine-like, and instantaneous etc., but I think that the opposite is 
true.  I think that it makes people all over the world notice each other, 
and try to understand each other, no matter who they are.  I think it aids 
greatly in the movement towards globalism. 

i totally agree!  i mean...as the internet grows and becomes more 
widespread...there is suddenly a movement against it...(as with anything 
else, when it gets big enough)...so many people are trying to 'return to 
nature' and all that...a sort of revival of hippies in  a way, and they are 
shouting "UNPLUG EVERYTHING!"...but none of our problems will be solved by 
getting rid of technology...we can't DE-evolve...we cant UN-invent all 
these things we have created...they are doing more good than harm...we can 
use our technology knowledge in order to solve the problems that technology 
of the past has caused. 

That's right.  These neo-hippies that are trying to return to nature have 
to realize that technology *IS* nature, it has become nature through human 
inventiveness.  They also have to realize that you cannot stop air 
pollution (for example) by telling the industries to stop production.  They 
will not stop.  They have to think about money - an industrialist is not 
going to pack his business up and go home just because he is polluting the 
air.  If they had any brains, these neo-hippies/environmentalists would 
stop in their demonstrating and instead get to work on designing a safe way 
to filter out air contaminants from industry - the same can be done with 
many environmental issues that the world faces today. 

i agree again...(were we seperated at birth or something?...:) )...the 
thing is though (if you weren't aware already), that technology exists that 
can filter air pollution from industry, but these filters are so expensive 
that many industries cannot afford to install them...it has been proposed 
that the governmetn reimburse the industry for the cost of the filters, but 
the government doesn't have all that much money nowadays either..! 

I was aware that such filters exist.  Thanks for reminding me.  Actually, 
technological solutions for large environmental problems exist already, but 
the problem is that such changes (such as electric cars) are not embraced 
by society very quickly.  It's sad, really. 

ya...it is...hey. umm...i really want to stay and chat moree about this, 
but i have to get going...please leave me a message or page me next time 
your online so we can continue this...ok? 

Sure...I'd love to.  TTYL..! 

yeah...cya. 

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"Me - 1 (Libby - None)" 

I had to do it. 
I had to do it to it, becuase It just wouldn't leave me alone. 
And, although I don't regret what I've done, I at least hope that you'll be 
able to understand. 
Perhaps even to agree with my decision.  My action. 
What other choice did I have? 

Libby had always been a nuisance.  So many requests, DEMANDS. 
But by no means did It not give anything in return for giving in to It. 
I don't deny that.  That aspect of my relationship (or perhaps 'war' would 
be a better term) with Libby. 
I was given pleasure for my compliance + success, and pain for my rebellion 
or failures. 
Some times Libby would hurt me by clogging my mental machinery with It's 
presence. 
Or at other times Libby had even resorted to down-right begging! 
We went through the routine many many times. 

But when we came to necrophelia. .. . . I. .. had to do SOMETHING. 
RIGHT? 

So I buried Libby. 

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