Friday, July 31, 2009

Garden Of Forking Paths

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  • Wnrlry
  • Wfrncf
  • Wldtgx
  • Wcmbtr
  • Wlflbs
  • Wrldln
  • Wcfvrh
  • Wdrjx
  • Wdzrft
  • Wnhnyj
  • Wnnrsg
  • Wxhsvx
  • Wycshc
  • Wmgsgm
  • Wpxvgx
  • Wnmsgh
  • Wthjrd
  • Wsdjnl
  • Wktpbc
  • Wrsbnw
  • Wsnns
  • Wnrcsj
  • Wbcllr
  • Wsyrlz
  • Wrmwdd
  • Wnbzbn
  • Wtclyv
  • Wgxtrj
  • Wlbldl
  • Wxsdmj
  • Wvtmwt
  • Wrsdds
  • Wtxbrp
  • Wdclnh
  • Wbgpdr
  • Wnrscn
  • Wfjkll
  • Wmjbnx
  • Wtbshp
  • Wcpjrs
  • Wrlplm
  • Wbrmlb
  • Wmndnb
  • Whwdbh
  • Wdjllb
  • Wkrnzd
  • Wfdrrn
  • Wnchsr
  • Wsthzy
  • Wscsdl

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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Clustering Illusion (WRNLRD)

Close examination of the key will reveal vestiges of the early conflict of "B" and "W".





In the beginning, a key had to be invented more or less blindly. There were several false starts as we felt our way through the possible sequences with only intuition to guide us.



B R N L R D

(2) 18 (14) 12 (18) 4

(2) 9 (5) 3 (9) 4

68

14

5



W R N L R D

(23) 18 (14) 12 (18) 4

(5) 9 (5) 3 (9) 4

89

17

8




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Friday, July 24, 2009

Cameo







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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Girl

The little girl who lives downstairs has moved away. Her Father and Mother took her and her brother to some other place. We don't know where they went. We never talked to them, never knew their names.

Since she was born five or six years ago, the little girl has filled the stairway with tantrums of joy, pain, curiosity... a full spectrum of voices reverberated and filled the old building. It was like living in someone else's brain, thinking their thoughts, feeling them seep in through the walls.

As the years went on we grew more accustomed to the noise. Eventually we came to enjoy it, like birdsong from a nest on the sill.

Soon her voice found its way onto our recordings. It became an increasingly important part of our work, and a pleasant part of the fabric of our everyday life.

Now she's gone, and Myrmidon will be her last appearance.



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Monday, July 20, 2009

I Sell The Shadow






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Friday, July 17, 2009

Cleopatra (1917)






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Thursday, July 16, 2009

As It Stands

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Mayday: Staplegun, F(h)ollow

Monday, July 13, 2009

7: The Golden Path

The golden path (3 + 4 = 7) reveals 7 as a diagram of the triangle (3) mounted on the square (4).

In this way we have discovered that Myrmidon (7) will be the apex of our journey, or the highest point we may reach before the true conclusion at the Capstone. From here all that follows will be a light through the door of Theta (8), the antechamber to 9.

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Triangulated Primes

Seven is the last unit in the sequence of Triangulated Primes. This sequence is made up of compartments 3, 5, and 7.




Initial Prime
3
Initial prime (3) reduces into one possible sequence.

1 + 2 = 3




Middle Prime
5
Middle Prime (5) reduces into two possible sequences.


2 + 3 = 5
(primary path)

1 + 4 = 5
(secondary path)




End Prime
7End Prime (7) reduces into three possible sequences.

2 + 5 = 7
(primary path)

1 + 6 = 7
(secondary path)

3 + 4 = 7
(golden path)



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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Wrnlrd Live Operation #3

Thanks to Locrian and Mark at Nara for setting up the show. It was fun. Thanks to all our friends who stayed up late. And to the one fella who drove five hours to see us play: thanks for saying it was worth it.


Set List 07-07-09

.I.
WAR

.II.
F(H)OLLOW
(Mayday Cover)

.III.
REVELATOR



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Friday, July 3, 2009

Stained Class (1978)


This is the good shit. The best. And you can drive on it.

On a work day you might catch us out back by the dumpsters with our eyes glazed, swallowing Sin After Sin. Chase it with a little Painkiller and punch out. Take this job and Ram It Down.

But of all the hits we've taken, Stained Class bonds most completely to our DNA. It has flooded those few receptors left in the brain after years of huffing Melissa. Morning Noon and Night we suck these two crusty diamonds down, one after the other, until sleep somehow slides in between the links in Binks' gleaming armor, coils up to Tipton's stickshift and King's cross of bone. They are the rod and the staff. We ride with them through the valley of the infidels, and fear no man.

You come back from these trips with gibberish about the kingdoms you've seen. There was light everywhere... and Time was a cradle of string in my hands... People give you blank looks. Description is futile. Words fail, become dilapidated flowers. I want to paint moustaches on everyone I see. Better by you, better than me.

At some point we will live only to git a fix. Fuck food and shelter. I've got this shit on cd and vinyl. And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Stand by for Exciter.

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