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This is the opposite of solitary confinement. It’s called tearing down the firewalls. They’ve removed my filters.
The receivers in our heads are tuned to accept the messages of friends. They are tuned to receive only the transmissions of the channels we’ve subscribed to.
My headcase was cracked after the sentence and my CPTU was virussed.
They brought the noise.
I’m stumbling through the streets with a rage of static in my head. Every trivial conversation is mine to overhear. Every phone call. Every voicemail. Every e-mail. Every h-mail. Every advertisement in the midst of every show on every one of the millions of the 24 hour-a-day channels. There is no rest. There is no pause. I have learned to sleep with this noise.
From every major network down to every teenager’s pirate station. They didn’t install any codebreakers so every encrypted message hisses like static. There are a lot of them. In front of my eyes flicker pictures overlaid on pictures.
I am blind and deaf with data. My own thoughts are only one layer amongst billions.
They will turn it off by remote three months from now.
Or I may turn it off before them. Permanently.
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The receivers in our heads are tuned to accept the messages of friends. They are tuned to receive only the transmissions of the channels we’ve subscribed to.
My headcase was cracked after the sentence and my CPTU was virussed.
They brought the noise.
I’m stumbling through the streets with a rage of static in my head. Every trivial conversation is mine to overhear. Every phone call. Every voicemail. Every e-mail. Every h-mail. Every advertisement in the midst of every show on every one of the millions of the 24 hour-a-day channels. There is no rest. There is no pause. I have learned to sleep with this noise.
From every major network down to every teenager’s pirate station. They didn’t install any codebreakers so every encrypted message hisses like static. There are a lot of them. In front of my eyes flicker pictures overlaid on pictures.
I am blind and deaf with data. My own thoughts are only one layer amongst billions.
They will turn it off by remote three months from now.
Or I may turn it off before them. Permanently.
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Date: 17 Sep 2006 11:47 (UTC)