Experiment 2.02 - Where did this come from?

Enjoyed with something special and Duke Ellington - Caravan

Everything has a purpose…

To be purposeful…
To do something…
That’s what matters. But what is purpose without control?
 And so an element of surprise does something interesting in terms of excitement. Whatever that’s supposed to be…

Neenex… Ah, Neenex… You, the most recent of creations stumble
in and out of various realities.
Yours, for now, is the most intriguing.
An exploration.
What would happen if something totally un-unexpected happened?

As it is, Neenex is alone.
(  I wish I knew what I was here for… )
    V
    Neenex

An answer, of sorts, begins its probation

*pOOf*

        (  Strange… )
            V   
            Neenex



What could this be?
knife?
              (  Oh, what’s this? )
    (  Interesting… )    O
                            V   o
                          Neenex

The beginning of something terribly good…
Iron in the knee…   
As things are, Neenex is quite accepting of h/is/er reality…
What now?

Neenex picks up the object, which has poofled before him: The Knife?




(  Hello friend…
     You look lost like me… )
        V
        Neenex

A little bit of examination, Neenex turns the knife? And continues speaking to h/im/er/self.

(  I wonder what you’re here for… ? )
        V
        Neenex

Odd, a questioning statement… Is it right; is it wrong… does it mean anything?
 Whatever…

In steps Selby, the middle-wo/man… It would appear…

(  Hey, Meredith… What’s that in your hand? )
    V   Selby
                (  I am not this Meredith… )
            (  Sorry, what? )    O
                                 V    o
                              Neenex + knife ?

What could this mean? Neenex stares at the knife ? and extends it in greeting to Selby. S/He believes the item to be, uh, sentient…

And so, the meeting of perceived steel against imagined anatomy…
The crush, the trickle, the bone, the bleed.   
Knife ? greets a victim of rare consequence.

(  Ouch… )
        V
   Selby
       Knife?      ( what? )
                           V
                    Neenex

And so, stabbed, by an item which may be diabolically devious… hah…

What might happen now?

A question to end the fiction…

(  What the fuck does one say?)
         O  (  Is that funny? )
             o    V
           Neenex
                  
                (  I don’t think so… )
                           V
                       Selby + knife ? + bleedingprofusely

If only more could be said… Or written, or whatever…

Selby collapses, alive but not dead… Well, h/is/er existence is questionable in every which way possible.

We may only hope to discover what happens next…

BAM!
                             
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You can do it!

Surprise Guest Appearance...

Enjoyed with: Give me a break... C'mon... You know what...

Perfection first, production value later...

At times, mystical events can be quite powerful. Great power can be harnessed through the abuse of the profound. Sometimes the more complicated it appears, the more easily and unwittingly we believe in it’s authority. This is irrelevant…

The world is fraught with peril.
There is no choice but to assert some control.
Control through freedom has become bothersome.
A more direct approach is necessary.

Neenex is currently torn from reality by an incisive headache. S/He has wandered off into the spacious wilderness wrought through thought. It would appear that the meeting with Selby had no effect on h/im/her -
A minor event:
The new entity stands atop a cliff.
Try to imagine:
This is purely for the sake of scope in tipping the epic sale. 

(WHO AM I?!)
    V          
    Neenex   
                  c
                 l
                i
               f
             f

Enter the Deity.



*M
     A    
        S                      ( Sounds like the wind's crying... )
            S                            O  ( What the fuck! )                   
                I                             o       V
                  V                           Neenex
P  U  F  F  L  E*
             
He is something resembling an hallucination. Hmmm…

               (...dig...)
                    V

              (Uh, okay...)
                   O ( Awareness! )
                       o     V
                        Neenex




 And now for some love and understanding…
Let’s hope the interaction is worthwhile.

( Knowledge is speaking, 
   But wisdom is listening… )
        V

                            (What the fuck?)   
              (… Okay?)         O
                          V        o
                          Neenex









 Brevity is essential – it adds to the mystery…
 
(  ...Peace and Harmony... )
    V

                 
                           

        ( This is, uh... )
                    O   (  Everything is so
                        o        new...)
                          o     V
                         Neenex






The end of a powerful interaction…

*M
    A    
        S                 
         
            S                  ( What else can I say? )
               I                               O    (What the fuck…)
                  V                             o      V
P  U  F  F  L  E*                       Neenex


In all events there is confusion, at the beginning at least.
Slowly the world unfolds in an interesting way.
And slowly we understand what is going on.

Neenex has been confronted by a powerful invention. It seems that it has become necessary to invent one (Note: nomenclature starts with a V and ends with an E).

What recourse will this interaction with a “higher” power have on our new entity? An experiment, which might be interesting to run on the side… Let’s experience this…



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Open the oven. The cookies are done.

                      

Experiment 1.7A

Enjoyed with: Cinnamon tea and Led Zeppelin – How Many More Times

Befriend before you offend.
A Natural law of the universe is one that is constantly 
trying to be broken.

A mild disagreement has brought Tesuon and Suvaal together. Funny enough… They are attempting, it seems, to assert themselves. 
They have been embroiled in a heated argument for quite a stretch of reality.

Suddenly, with few thoughts to fight with,
they reduce themselves to  ill-referenced words.
A small gift of sorts.

(  Why are you being
such an asshole about it?
  I was here before you,
  so I decide  what to do with it! )
         V
Tesuon

    ( Don’t be such a dick.
        We should decide together! )
           V
    Suvaal

Now what?

(  You’re a an asshole! )
    V
  Tesuon

    (  You’re a dick! )
        V
        Suvaal

Luckily, Selby is nearby. S/He is a being of another design, instantly aware of everything. It is currently nauseated with knowledge and understanding. Carelessly made for the sake of some unknown reason yet to be fabricated.

There is no doubt that s/he is endowed with a great, big hunk of smoldering, you guessed it: knowledge and understanding.

After a while of observation,
Selby moves in to imply its existence.


( Awareness!
    I think therefore I am. )
      O
         o (  Hey, just chillax… Why are you two getting so loud? )
                V
             Selby

Ignorant or naïve or both: Suvaal and Tesuon enjoy a new emotion next to rage.

( Because s/he’s an asshole! )
          V
        Tesuon
   
           ( And s/he’s being a dick! )
                V
            Suvaal

( My head hurts from all this understanding! )
    O
       o
    Selby

And now a defining moment in Selby’s forced acceptance of self-awareness. The honesty is brutal… So much so that it should be funny.

(  …Stop fucking around. I’ve got a headache. )
       V
      Selby

(  ?  !  .  . )         ( ?  .  .  . )                                         
  O                       O
 o                           o   
Tesudon         Suvaal

The manner in which the three handle this interaction is…
interesting, if not admirable.
Selby is clearly more than Tesuon or Suvaal in terms of something or another (You know what I mean).

Yet his existential experience has just begun.

(  Asshole! )    ( Dick! )
        V                V
     Tesuon    Suvaal

(  I don’t think they even know
      what those words mean. )
        O
           o
        Selby

Tired from such a sudden impact of realization, Selby meander’s off and stumbles along battling with just being, if you wish.
The first impression of Tesuon and Suvaal is forged into h/er/is fresh and fertile mind.
It was an interesting encounter;
I’m sure that Selby will think so too.

So s/he moves off, determined to rest h/er/is rattled mind and gain a clearer consciousness. S/He is quite befuddled, for lack of a seriously funny word.

This is how things are. Allow simmering…

Hmmmm.... It appears reality is expanding...

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What is going on?

Experiment 1.6A

Enjoyed with: A cigarette... and Digitalism – Anything New

 All that can be good is good. And all that can be bad has not yet been decided. This is the current predicament that Suvaal and Tesuon are in. They are relatively lost. All the while attempting to understand and develop in frightfully fictional ways.

To stimulate development new entities have been added. This is done to observe the bond between Tesuon and Suvaal, to understand how powerful their relationship has become. And so they are given some newly recognized items, the two converse and construct conclusions.

As it is: Suvaal stumbled upon them one day whilst meditating on the meaning of being meaningless.

( So then I found these things.
   I didn’t quite know what to call them )                             GUITAR!
                  V                                                              TREE
            Suvaal                                                                 ROCK
                                                                                        

Tesuon examines the occurrence and desperately oversteps his current mental capacity.

( I, I need to know. )
    V
Tesuon                                                     GUiTAR!
                                                     TREE
    (It’s okay…)                                     ROCK
        V
        Suvaal


Suvaal starts the never-ending tumble into understanding h/er/is reality.
Yes, s/he has gotten smarter…
 But for how much longer and to what extent?

( Everthing we need to know is right there.
        It’s obvious and simple. I’m sure it’s within
The realm of reason and reality. )
             V                                                                     GuITAR!       
        Suvaal                                                            TREE
                                                                                           ROCK

The new arrivals are but a small part of their path to greater understanding. Things are quite surreal at this moment. So much so that the answers are constantly changing. 

It's just a pity they can't grasp and understand the meaning of words.

The two beings move closer and whisper, unsure and uncomfortable, about their understanding. Their dialogue is intense.



( I can see the answer… I think I know.... )
      V                                                                            guiTAR!
    Tesuon               
                                                                                 TREE
    (  Don’t read too much into it. )                                      rock
             V
           Suvaal

Incredible. The quiet moment, framed by a memory; seconds that move like minutes accompany a shared silence. They are both aware of an equally remembered and easily remedied vulnerability.

Tesuon has already claimed his illiteracy. Funny if not interesting, that h/is/er existence is almost entirely dependant on that one flaw.
 Irony is a bad word.

( Sorry, I forgot. )
      V
     Suvaal

    ( Uhm… Uh, It’s okay. I’m sure
                 I’ll be able to read sometime. )
          V
        Tesuon

The rapport. Amazing how easily they have fallen into it…

    ( I think that you can read.
       You just don’t know it yet. )
         V
     Suvaal   

             (  Thanks.
                  I can’t help but believe
                     you’re right… I just… )   
                         V
                    Tesuon

No thoughts for his words. So then: no words from his thoughts. Tesuon and Suvaal are both struggling to cope. 

And now, the introduction of a volatile element: Let us call it Selby.

- In the middle of an intimate moment between Suvaal and Tesuon.
… The appropriate time required for this to work.


( I mean, I was just going to say
     that it doesn’t mean you’re stupid )
        V
     Suvaal

        ( ? )
            O
           o
         Tesuon

( It’s just that you’re not as smart as me… )
        V
     Suvaal


Suddenly, in a great burst of text, er-uh... smoke and a timid attempt at flash and bang.
It appears…

                *PUFFLE*

(  What in the… ? )       
       V
Tesuon
                              ( Fuck…! )
                                   V
                            Suvaal

And so it is… Two can become three. Selby is born with a suitable amount of knowledge and understanding. Included in this package is the ability to think more robustly and a self-awareness that might be irrational. 

Without a doubt s/he is the most intelligent (depending on how you spread your butter) creation to date.

       (  I AM AWARE! )
               V
             Selby
   
(  !?!?!?!?! )     (  …Not enough words… )
     V                      O
Tesuon                      o   
                             Suvaal
           
Two self-aware entities are forced to come to terms with a new being. 
This is the first time Tesuon and Suvaal have witnessed firsthand the birth of an idea, a thing of potential beauty – depending on how it all goes.



It might be believed that we've learned something about the bonding experience. 
More on this later...

Let’s hope it doesn’t conclude too quickly.

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Time for something that could be related

Experiment 1.4A - it was just lying around, begging to be used.

Enjoyed with: A cookie, tea and The Violent Femmes - Prove my Love

When getting to know someone, it’s important to express emotion. It’s the first step in physically connecting. There’s probably a song or book about it. This has something to do with nothing.

Meaningless talk, known to some as waffling, can be quite agitating. Tesuon has been experiencing an excess of words, much to the dismay of his equally unequal counterpart.

( You’re quite irritating… )
       V
Suvaal

    ( Stop flirting with me. )
        V
    Tesuon

As always, flavour can be amplified through contrast. Which is why certain ingredients are often required when trying to create something uh… interesting?: In this case, a sprinkling of mild understanding and awareness.

( What makes you think I’m flirting with you? )
    V
 Suvaal

    ( ... )
        O
           o
    Tesuon

A second of silence: Perhaps a frame of five.

( … )
   V
Tesuon

    (  ? )
       O
          o
    Suvaal

And finally, the long awaited reply. Honestly simple and starved of wisdom.

( You’re talking to me… )
    V
Tesuon

Again, the silent process that always accompanies the acquisition of knowledge, or the refutation thereof(It works). Perhaps it could be said that s/he is dumbstruck?

( … )
  V
Suvaal

With nothing else for it, Suvaal approaches Tesuon and physically assaults h/er/im.
An imaginary hand on a conceptualized face…






The resounding slap creates an element of fact in this fiction.

Splendorous spontaneity.


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There’s supposed to be something else here.

Experiment 1.3A

Enjoyed with: Uh, tea and The Pixies - Gouge Away

At last, time has passed. Tesuon and Suvaal have been thrust upon existence and know only themselves and each other…
With no one around we get bored – obviously.
 It can be fun to play mind games with friends.

If there is a day, it is a good day. Our test subjects find a way to entertain themselves, aware but unsure of the inner workings of their existence.

( Think of a number… )
    V
Suvaal
   
    ( Uhm, okay. )
               V
    Tesuon

An incredible event occurs.

    (47)
        O
     o
 Tesuon

They are both theatrical in their effort.

( The number you are thinking of is… forty seven! )
      V
Suvaal

The appropriate amount of sincere amazement is apparent in Tesuon’s response.

( Wow, I’m amazed! How did you do that? )
    V
Tesuon

            ( Oh, I just read your thoughts… Like I am right now. )
                  V
           Suvaal

A strange and highly predictable end begins to loom.

( Awesome… Let me try to read yours… Think of a number. )
         V
Tesuon

And so the game begins again:

(22)                            
    O
   o
Suvaal

    (  Uhm… shit…  )
               V
    Tesuon

Knowledge is a funny thing in actuality. This is probably because of some technical term that applies philosophically. Or perhaps, in general, we just don’t know it yet.

( What’s wrong? )
    V
  Suvaal

The feeling of sorrow is smothering.

        ( I don’t know how to read. )
            V
        Tesuon

Hmmmm…
              
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Experiment 1.2A

Enjoyed with: a lollypop and The Rolling Stones - Fingerprint file

A place and what might be called people has been conceived.
Let the universe unravel.

After a while, not long after the beginning, two undefined entities begin exploring themselves. And in all relationships, with the correct amount of manipulation, we can discover something interesting.

( So… Tell me about these “most people” )
          V   
Tesuon

        (I don’t even know your name and already
            you think I’m cheating on you. )
            V
     Suvaal

Indignation leaks from the interaction.

( I didn’t say that. )
         V
Tesuon

    ( Yes… You did )
         V
    Suvaal

A moment of thought for the thoughtless.
The conversation continues:

( How so? )
   V
Tesuon
   
    ( You asked me about those “most people” in quotation marks. )
              V
     Suvaal

Contemplation... Suvaal has obviously been forced to be slightly more intelligent than Tesuon.

( And? )
   V
Tesuon

      (That implies that you’re jealous. )
            V
    Suvaal

( Jealous of what? )
    V
Tesuon





A pause the length it takes to inhale, longer, for effect:

    ( Me… )
            V
    Suvaal

Here it comes…

( That’s not funny )
     V
Tesuon

The world as they know it is expanding. Their understanding of reality, language and each other is developing.  It should be noted: we’re playing with more than just words.

And so an element of anti-humour is poorly employed; for now it is a minimum wage concept.

It is a theme for things to come.
Is this right?

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Extension of intention:

Experiment 1.1A

Enjoyed with: a cup of tea and The Velvet Underground - What goes on

Like all good things there is a beginning.
A time when other things are brought together in such a profoundly, intimate way…
Moisten your eyeballs and have fun.

One thing, called Tesuon, approaches another, called Suvaal. They know nothing, or rather, next to nothing. As it is, they have no knowledge of themselves or their appropriately shaped surroundings. Strangely, illogically even, they are somehow familiar with it all, forced to be comfortable. And it is conceivably (quite lazily) appropriate that they are both smart enough to speak. And so:

                                                         

( Hey, You look agreeable. Wanna be my friend? )

    V

Tesuon

With no thoughts of consequence and more importantly: without the consequences of thought.

( Yeah… Okay. )

    V

Suvaal

               

Possessing an adequately adjustable amount of knowledge, Tesuon reluctantly continues his crusade into conversation.
Now unfolds his bold attempt at meeting a stranger. Utilizing questions as a key to unlock the answer (If we ever decide what the answer actually is) he speaks:

( So… Uh… Do I call you friend or what? )

     V

 Tesuon

         

With a quiet self-confidence and a raging river of irrepressible (but neatly contained) thoughts and desires, Suvaal engages once more.

                                                       

( I’m not sure. Someone told me that most people just call me Suvaal… )

    V

Suvaal

            

The routine is riveting.

 ( So, what do you like? )

      V

Tesuon

           

             ( Music is cool… )

                V

             Suvaal

                                                        

( Yeah. Totally. I say that because I’m lead to believe so… )

    V

Tesuon

   

         ( Anyway: What do you like? )

           V

        Suvaal

 ( Uhmmm… )

         V

Tesuon

             

This is where a great sadness begins to warble some words. Tesuon feels what might be called an emotion.

 ( Don’t you… uhm…. Don’t you even wanna know my name? )

         V

Tesuon

Suvaal takes a moment, comprehending but not able to shade in. S/He replies in an average tone, taut with temperate misunderstanding.

    ( I didn’t know you had one… )

         V

Suvaal

A frame of silence… makes it more palpable.

  ( Is that supposed to be some kind of a joke or something? )

         V

Tesuon

Suvaal is compelled.

                

    ( I don’t know… What do you think? )
        V

Suvaal

     

They stare in the same direction, unaware of the reality that has been and will be forced upon them.

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Extended fun:

Experiment 1A

Enjoyed with: Supertramp - The Logical Song

Time to explore and experiment with....

A new way of speaking!

It would be great to consider alternate ways of depicting speech. Uh, wouldn't it?
Currently we have quotation marks " " and in some languages they make use of the chevron < >. Wouldn't it be interesting if there was another way of signifying the speech or thoughts from a character?

For this experiment I would like to explore the use of various other punctuation marks in creating speech. This will be done in an attempt to make reading more "exciting", if you will.

Below are a few examples of what I've come up with. Using only the characters from the keyboard: It is in effect a way to mirror the use of speech and thought bubbles as seen in various comics.

And so...

Example 1A (speech)

Chara < Hey there, do you like the shape of my words? )

Example 1B (thoughts)

Chara o O (I wonder what he's thinking about? )

Example 2A

Chara
         ^
(Man, I'm really tired of being so awake.)


Example 2.1A

Chara
        /\
(I've never really been much for conversation.)


Example 2B

Chara
         o
          O
(I wonder if they know what I'm thinking?)


Example 3A

(This is what I do for fun.)
     \/
Chara

Example 3.1A

(I ate the last cupcake, what are you going to do about it?)
  \  /
   \/
Chara


Example 3B

(I wish I could share my ideas...)
    O
   o
Chara

Example 4A

(I hope something funny happens.)
      V
Chara

Example 4.1A

(Where is everybody?)
       v
Chara

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If you have any feedback, please let me know. Once I've decided on a suitable example, I plan on putting it into practice with a short of sorts... Mmm... What do I mean? What could I mean? What should I mean?!

Perhaps something to punctuate this experiment

An introduction: Discovering your textuality...

Enjoyed with: The Black Keys - Strange Desire

What does it mean: This strange, saccharine and seductively simple concept known as textuality?

Mmmm, The Pleasure of the Text!
Just thinking about it makes me ooze from almost every orifice. There’s never been a better time to be textually aroused!

There is something bold, beautiful and brimming with potential, patiently awaiting and anticipating release: Definitively divine and sublime in satisfaction. This is our textuality: It is what shapes us; it’s how we communicate ourselves in the written word to the rest of the world... And so much more!

Nothing, it seems, is more important than the way we present ourselves textually to everyone and perhaps everything. It’s what makes us attractive to some and repugnant to others. It is emotionally exciting, c/overtly orgasmic and not surprisingly: liberating.

Discovering your textuality can be tantalizing, it can be taboo. It’s everything one might expect from something so intimate and personal, though also proud and public. There are far too many words to use, which is what makes it all the more… mmm-delectable.

I’m so moist right now... Thinking about how we caress and grope each other every day. Giving, taking, in and out…

We often find ourselves forging an emotional, spiritual or even psychological connection with someone, anyone, everyone - All because of our textuality… Other times we exhibit a twisted, sadomasochistic, textual fascination with people. It can be a private affair or a public orgy of word on word action.

Oh, the possibilities! Our textuality even extends to the point where people develop font fetishes!

It is here, through exploration, experimentation and the right amount of exhilaration,  that a new kind of textuality shall be created...

And so: Let this be a place for the textually liberated.

Hold thumbs!