H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 H6H6H6 Time to write. after reading. It s perhaps not a surprise that the basic syntax of HTML/CSS is Cartesian, at least on the level of it’s vocabulary and typical organization. When you code, You write you style and your brainy commands in a section you must label as your “head” section and you write what will be visible on a browser in your “body” section. And the resulting website is, (also perhaps predictably) a vertical fall of CONTENT. The recent (since 2007ish) trend of so called “responsive” web design has meant that most websites prize an ever increasing degree of frictionlessness. Websites, which are more often than not simply apps that display USER GENERATED CONTENT, have become bouncy, lovely little pokemon. They are cute, they are the same but different. The great INTERNET terror that Corona has cast into stark relief is the degree to which digitally-networked, app-based, software ALREADY assumes that we live in a state of crisis. ZOOM isn’t new, we didn’t make it because we needed to be apart for a while. We’ve been apart for a long time.What is happening isn’t exceptional. We are simply witnessing the degree to which a STATE OF CRISIS has been normalized within our geopolitical order, and as a result has become fundamentalin shaping how we are able gather in orderr to to make love and/or grieve. Ecstasy and Terror are such easy kissing cousins... No?
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my back is on the chair.
is speaking.
shaking. Look into the darkness you are creating here
FEET
WEIGHT SHIFT
MOVE
WEIGHT SHIFT
GUIDE
ROLL
OVER
LIFT YOUR TOWS
TOWS ONLY
AND YOU"RE JUST STANDING ON ONE FOOT
YOU CAN BE HOLDING ONTO SOMETHING OR NOT
STAY STANDING
BOUND AROUND YOU, ARE YOUR ARMS
MOVE
CLOSE YOUR EYES
STAND TALLER
GO TO YOUR OTHER FOOT
STOP THE MOVEMENT AND JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES
SHAKE
vertical! NO. NO. NO. ||||||| <><> ||||||| NMNM———W@$H thy love! heart aches and a gentle numbeness fills my head as if hemlock i had drunk (more theft, this time from a nerd who wrote p[o]mes about birds). I dearly dispise crude obfiscation as an aesthetic principle. the tin of the voice in this space is enough
>VERTICAL LYFESTYLE BRAND CANNONSHORIZION"to the west of what? jerusalem of course" (not mine words, of course). balance little there as it was upside down, an unfortunate tumble, and without much diginity left. the only thing working was a twitch in one of the feet, the rest of the body being quite used up. He stood and breifly made a shake as if to compose a thought. wasn't long, however, until it was all upside down again.
up and around. A spew of words do the futile dance opf describing dancing. No point adding more gass. Just imagine myself dancing. lush lush lush life. The end's never so complete as when, blarinfg over the speaker of my phone at home i
'm watching patterned pillow shake a little as she adjusts the camera.
not enough time. the only way is with a bit of water and then a bit of fuzz around the curve of the back. the fuzzy video was soft and forgiving. we have another minute, droped from above like so much easy snow. the droop of an earing sits in the corner of my phone and outside the wind howls a literate angst.
READING: eyes on the computer, adjust the camera. The piano begins to play big, verticaly stacked chords. How is there more sun where they are? adjust the camera. grab the phone.
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