The Utica Flower Company
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The Utica Flower Company; story by Jan Breakroom
The original expression of this story was collectively told as an organic attractor state within higher order circuits of behavioral-field-situated perception-significance-manifestation. The medium of interaction for that modern oral myth-creation has been an ever-changing nonlinear language of language-invention, a "meta-cant" spoken by a group of contemporaries who have been fighting in the secret resistance. These comrades of ours, these heroes , have emerged as a growing militant response to the oppression of subjective experience that has become the sine qua non of modern cultures. The living text has been flattened in order to render the present text, an English translation for readers of standard linear communication.
Utica Flower police resistance, which I became fluent in at that time by the sweeping company, I was peace. In those days, as would anyone without security or official badge or some sort of radical secrecy, or wannabe radical, or diagnosed mentally maladjusted, the category covered over a quarter of the population. The category was conveniently placed under government control of a nonverbal, neurobiological enforcement variety. "We have everything that anyone should receive stones" psychedelic story continues. I wondered module that higher order of my physical self, needs most stoning. Mainly due to chance, but as a result of concerted efforts, I found its way into the curriculum of flowers that afternoon. It was in the basement of the modest residence in the mundane city. Inside was indeed a magical place. Brightly colored flowers belonging to a species I had never before seen were cultivated in artificial light in the room after room, a few floors down in the ground. Were psylocibin mushrooms, all different colors and shapes, the number of varieties of marijuana, and, of course, a range of less plant. Computer banks, scientific equipment, and paper-based library of subversive literature filled floors. Revolutionary men and women from all walks of life gathered to create and enjoy art and music, alternative institutions to replace those of the police, we have sought to roll. I would have become aware of the existence of a new and radical school of Enactivists, supporters of the biological approach to the controlled demolition of the person, take him enslaved conceptual "common sense" dogmatic systems and orders, and, of course, to develop reliable and powerful stores of resources, will be freed. All people will be destroyed in a harmful way of life made them unconsciously. People are made responsible for the neural sources of their behavior and, therefore, not subject to any kind of mind control future potential abuser, whether by language and social pressure or coercion, direct biological. The first time I had to meet Enactivist engineer Dr. Jane Grew she approached and said: The mechanism of my device is simple : Love to blow up your brain. First grammar it is puzzling as to me. The intentionally ambiguous double? She continued. This is a safe and non-invasive supplement, without prejudice to the nervous tissue, and not a penetration into the skull or skin. It will give you a chance to voluntarily blow to smithereens mind at any time anywhere, how to lift your arms and walk in the room. You should try it, for the good of all humanity, you know. No thanks, I would like to see how many miles I can get out of these mushrooms, I asked, trying to conceal his obvious fear. I think some progress has been made. Just yesterday, I -- Well, suit himself, it breaks down, but you can always come to me if you want to change your mind. I am not sure that I really thought. It was a device or evidence of its effectiveness, Dr. Grew almost supernatural magnetism that seemed to radiate its sensitivity, the difference of type, I was able to experience the most severe in the downhill, and only ever been prohibitively developed. Yogic masters and ceremonial magicians, I met in visits after recent years. It is not only that charisma, as well as her colleagues. Very different from the usual embarrassing and severely, I was more aware of in life. Drivel wanton and king-size people in this period in my life I have worked in major engineering corporation bustling crowded cities in Utica, NY. I entered a tram and my way to the office. Air-conditioning, no windows, the center for more controlled conditions using neuro-ecological behavioral equations, which were recently powerfully and accurately expressed. You would be crazy not to ingest large doses entheogens at least twice a month if you work in such conditions. It would be hard to deny that the extent of operant manipulation ethical reasons, considering the emphasis on security, hell, it would be difficult to say anything without investigation and harassment by the police. But a lot of time, I successfully programming and my arguments above, the perception of the relationship, Enactivist sensorimotor skills, I get in a flower shop, contributes weekend psychotrope doses and daily exercises to reduce the impact of the regulatory and obsessive. An interesting phenomenon, I began to notice is the ability to recognize that my colleague comrade were masters, just as the day monitoring of their interaction with environment unclear who is who. This will be an important aspect meta-cant language. Filtering deliberate sensorimotor account, in gesture and word began to take on meaning in adeptus metacant allows us to communicate under the noses of our police chiefs. We will do our kicking power struggle superiors in the hierarchy of their immediate presence on the road, which should be similar primatologists "jokes past the ticket" notification through monkeys. Moreover, it became obvious that we are a unique advantage in the political struggle that may go unnoticed by the opposition. Comrade, I have to call the water cooler about how soon it would be before we have them. They never have ours. Location desert On Saturday, my girl Dragani and eyes and I affectively heightend, perceive of the natural subtle signal environment. It was hilly rural landscape outside the Albany, but moved frequently, and even those with enough to believe Geiger with a reading, here we stood. We spent all day and it was getting dark. Dragani was to be for a time. I stood alone on the hill. "It seems life back, because I did eat those mushrooms." I saw as a private jet to make the scheme smoke behind them, he met my visual field in the dark purple red sky. The plane was erratic ways and navigator gestures, "No one was when I go in dialect metacant I understood well. The rapidly spiralling out of control. In a matter of seconds the aircraft fell in dense cloud of flame. It was the most beautiful that I have ever seen. I stood there for the clouds of smoke roll and grow languages lamp shines on those dark piece of metal that had been a plane. I fell asleep on the hill at night, and went back to the rail, Dragani after the sun rose, feeling little different than I ever before. Shortest day of chaos home, we drank coffee and ate a meal of eggs and cars. I felt the need to express the thoughts that invaded my experience after previous nights. You know, I pay some attention to that new technologies Enactivist they have in developing flower shop down. Oh, I would not worry about that crash. This is a rejection of empathy when your eyes are strained to open. Mushrooms will be just fine for our purposes. And at least we know they are not safe. Well, there that crash. But this is just cause, I think. I am thinking of our momentum sensorimotor development. I am referring to the fourth of time. I can not understand that metacant. And I suspect there is a growing number of flowers, Comrade, speaking dialects of the highest order that are not even on our radar, I said. She said: Take time, and if I do not move quickly, but I can not change my mind. The world will not wait. It is too early, or comes too late. That is why you have to keep your feet child. She said: You sound like a beetle, baby. The conversation was touching the edges of semantic noise. I looked at my watch and calculated the length of yesterday, a psychedelic experience. I said it is an excellent way, and not just anyway. And I die every minute. Then I walked across the street. She came with me. I needed to run. I ran, fell flat on my face. It was already evening. She said: It's strange, but you have one I want. I decided to do it. I do it: love to blow my brains out! I ran along the streets, selective embodiment of smell trucks and incinerators that swept the air. I speak my mind run free, enjoying the feeling that lies ahead. I ran down the street after street, the transition from imagination to the present like a butterfly dreaming dreams be people be butterflies, and all for ever. Larger, smooth flying. I thought I would say Dragani: Let's find and ride this magnavehicle on the underminding intention of meme-fluid. But let us together hiding out for a couple of mornings LET us dream dreams between us for a couple of years I tiptoe on the streets without warning Nadezhda how a world leaves collapse. And we will keep the child in the air and talk about our coming right, slides up from the til all here, we are now preparing at left a vanish accident and I ran and walked the whole way home and thought about great cities. When I told Dragani about his decision, less enthusiasm. You always keep me. All you do with this is drag me, I said in desperation. Why did you have to try this in the application of new technologies? She shot, than deal with massive doses of fungi often, as we always have? It ordered. You never say that, I hope you will. Did you ever stop and wonder why you think we gonna make it somehow? Rather weak response. Her face was a feeling upset with the opposition. Feeling sad, but confident in his decision that the words of his mouth were I hope you can understand. I think that might be lost to you, because, as I discovered, I hope that you will join me. If you do not hit the sky is running, you simply fall to the ground. If we do not take the most powerful methods at our disposal, we, and all resistance will be the risk of failure and loss. Split my soul, I went on my way to increase the game of blowing up foundations in my brain. Later today, I would like to begin my experience personality so deep, to any other psychotic break. I never had before impaled in that comparison. I arrived at an appointed time in a meeting room, where Dr. Jane Grew welcomed me. She sat before me and explained, "It is important that I inform you some additional information on how the technology works. It is small enough to be invisible, and sleeping on your head. When you issue a command and deploy a unique team of voluntary motor responses, the device is that the electric current, registering it in the application. I nodded, and she continued. Once activated, a small electric transmitter orbits outside your head in very rapid cycles, emitting strong fields of focused electricity at targets with micrometer accuracy inside your brain. These specifically: a time pulse is synchronized. All neurons in all parts of sensory V1-5 brain to induce illuminatory experiences similar, but much higher than, that achieved by exchanging interactions with only one attentional point. However, she continued, you habituate if it is always used in the same way, so we have included in this, accident procedures. And nobody knows where the ball just flows, and then Dr. Grew observed, the Baby gonna blow it! This is my love struck in the brains? I asked. You have that right, she said, and if you were stuck in the hole, he WILL share your soul. And everyone said, a mess hear. It Gonna blow. The last point gave cause to begin to worry. The reason, I reasoned, I started poorly, I kept my secret identity secret. How well do you know it? I wondered privately. Nobody knows, like I do. I could not afford to share in this sense, I am so far, and can not sacrifice power to make such great soul splintering crack in a love to blow up my mind, that to lose all those little capacities for disbelief. I got the courage, or so I am told, I have already commented. If you have money, then I have time, she said. I told her I had the money. It behooves you, she assured me: the soul breaks open, and the child simply flies! World's Smallest Invention this Saturday, Dragani, and I went to the place of our usual, but this time, rather than have mushrooms I lay on his back on top of the hill to the world nowing little invention asleep on my application under my hair. I voluntarily gave a small engine signal to the world of invention, my love struck in the head. For the first 20 seconds I have not seen anything. I was not aware of a small car orbit my head, but then I am also not aware of the fine particles of dust floating around and around me. But then I began to feel my self getting smaller, and the world around me also were lower. I felt that soon I would be so low, as explosions head under. This body! This brain! It electric skull! This handy person around! It is canonball. Somehow (I was told later, Dragani) off my body, uttered the words, Keep my child to blow himself up away! I want a revolution! And then: Here comes love! Flashing cross the sky, as canonball. Right at the foot of your magic skull! It was good, we thought that the police did not visit free of radiation around Albany. Gutbuck was that love blow her brains is a powerful teacher, as you can imagine. I felt, as I have dogs in forbidden fruit and was trampled cows and was divided. All my bones were crushed to dust. My brain and blood having no barrier. Scattered pieces of my world started to collapse, all my illusions and old persons. All I hear strange promote lifelong before semen emitted such as oil in my mouth. I realized I was the foundation of my failures in someone else's crucifixion. All my components began to gather dust on the edge of the world. swirling in a colorless ocean of infinite grace. It came about after what I experienced something like the other side of death, Dragani was there to pick up my scattered remains. I saw her, sitting on toadstool rainbow twitch in anticipation of the train, as I experienced it. Love was cracking as I opened the Russian Doll. We sat there together for a new clarity of beauty. I was able to look at the illusions and trash that had been scattered around, is not part of ourselves just debris. THE END.
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