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Intelligent Dance Monster 05
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iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER
We exist to save you from yourself and your sorry ass apathy
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iSSUE: 5 x 0 04.13.04
"Rosetta"
by false idoru + gir
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We do not believe in addiction, she says, touching the grey cord. On
and off, lights blink.
She is not human, but she is not machine, and I follow her moving hand
like a shooting star, waiting for the point of impact but she is gone
before I can focus.
The cord drops to the floor, unattended.
I wake up nervous and sweating. At least, I think that this time
around I have woken up. My bed is the center of a circle of various
notebooks and stolen library books worn and ragged. It's hard to tell
one from the other, as all the books share similar dog ears, marginal
notes and sprawling sentences across any blank pages.
I would like to return them, but the library is a pile of rubble,
surrounded by dark scars of ash on the grey sidewalks. No one asked
why they bombed the libraries first. Libraries and museums. It had
to do with history, I imagined, but history didn't seem that important
anymore. I pushed myself out of bed, and a book fell to the ground.
I was covered in sweat, and cold.
Despite the cover, there was something genuinely warm about the
contents of this book, as if the reason for all the fighting was a
result of what was written in between the lines found on these pages.
A true artifact, it spoke many languages to many people, all of which
had been lost or forgotten since people stopped caring about history.
Unfortunately, I had never read it. Despite my fascination for books,
I had long since forgotten how to read. Even the marginal notes, in my
own angular, literary handwriting, seemed foreign and distant. I
intended to care for the books, until someone was found who could
remember the order in which letters assembled themselves
This had been my obsession for quite some time. The reason so many of
these books were covered in my sweat and cold was because I let the
words taunt me in my dreams. One of the most chilling things I have ever
experienced is being haunted by the same letters and words that make up
a language I still manage to speak but can not read.
Moving into the bathroom, I splashed water on my face and looked up at
my reflection in the wash of stark halogen. I seemed older than
yesterday. We didn't know how old we were, either. Some people chose
an age, but I declined. We named ourselves, as well. Too apathetic to
shower, I pulled on yesterday's pants and yanked a sweater over my
greying undershirt.
The convention of naming yourself remains a topic at the front of all
of my conversations because so often people don't understand the
reasoning behind my chosen name.
Reasoning is difficult to define, especially without memory. All reason,
really, is based on your past, and without a past, you have to imagine
one. I enjoy the names, though. Naming yourself seems much more
appropriate than being names. I roll the names of my friends around in
my mouth like candy, delighting in the sounds.
When I can't sleep at night it is because those sounds or similar ones
keep me up with a certain unknown worry. The key to understanding all
of these books rests in those sounds, I am almost sure of it.
Everything I have learned since becoming a bookkeeper has only supported
this notion. But all that self taught knowledge is worthless when I am
not even sure I am reading the books correctly.
I read one, every night. My eyes gloss over the beautiful shapes and my
mind processes nothing, but I like to think that somewhere, beneath the
silence, something is moving. Something is being understood. It is my
job, after all, to preserve these things.
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issue: 5x0 of iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER released 04.13.04
This is the first tfile false idoru ever wrote!
HOPEFULLY IT IS NOT THE LAST!
COME BACK SOON!
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iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER is the latest and greatest creature from gir.
iT will never get soggy in milk and will probably give continual nods to
the wonderful world of music that makes gir giddy like a school girl.
aLSO be on the look out for science of the fiction variety to appear
withing these virtual pages. dON'T worry though, angstmonster will
make an eventual comeback. tHINKING about writing for idm? eMAIL gir
[gir at port11.net] with a marginally on topic submission (music and
or science of a fictional variety) and you too shall see the glory of
intelligence and dance in a tasty monster treat. gOT nothing to say?
tHAT'S a-o-k!
dIGGING on this release? fEEL free to pass it along to all of your
friends. jUST make sure that you leave it as it was or at least give
credit where credit is due. gET caught biting our styles unauthorizedly
and we'll sneak up on you ninja style with DOOM!
lOVE and kISSES,
the iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER crew.
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find us online at http://www.angstmonster.com/txt/idm/
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