time is radioactive...

"The man, the so called 'Doctor' sitting here simply happens to be the most suitable brain i could use. What i feel is not orders without any emotional static."

NOW HEAT UP THE MOLD THAT SURROUNDS YOU...

"May i venture to suggest Doctor, that perhaps the same yellow eyes the same situation of biologic trouble descending again but nothing serious."

...former prosecutor hysterical with panic the way we like it...

"THIS IS A DEAD EASY PITCH"
"YEAH" I say,
"A LITTLE TOO EASY"

...a patient somewhere loses a leg of what has been...

..the Kid is still glued to that screen indicated alterations admitedly in a deplorable condition attempting to seduce the so-called judges...the Kid needs a shot shift the scanning patterns of random reality...but the Kid can't hear me...and i walk out thinking who would?

(the misrepresentations of one negative developed makes other the maneuvers of a poker player)

Audrey Autonomy 2005

Rights at Work Campaign Event

This message is from the Women in Trade Unions Network

Rights at Work Campaign Event

September 2nd

6pm - 7.30 pm at tha Town Hall

Special Guest speakers including Jennie George

Visit the SA Unions site here.

posted by Audrey

psychology no longer exists...

...unable to love driven by an intense need to remake my selected someone...the ability to alert passivity...unable to interpret data...of course there is always the possibility of fact...anyone is free, of course and they live in the temple...it will come, or it will not...attempts to break through have been met with blind ice...fact waving a pistol around shooting anybody...at gunpoint the universe is square or heart shaped...i havent felt for the past year on every side such a sharp depression of human purpose...objects of my high tension boredom are making their all out suicidal effort in a paranoid panic while the real enemy hesitates...

By Audrey Autonomy August 2005

the walls of the temple

...throughout the long day i had made me ask a furthre question...he took no notice of me but?...i became sick with apprehension your father abbot in charge...with hunger suddenly hope flared...at last i heard the old man misshapen face and a high forhead...

"the end is not yet."

...I could feel myself become your studies hypothetically...the day grew older and i grew...he paused...small boys wandered around some life but you will not develop...small stones in my direction, he stopped, and looked at me...there was no response from my shattered living incarnation...the wings were taken as i entered...what different angle and the kite the packet of herbs supported three grown men tommorro morning and boy aswell...

...some time later i felt the volcanic vision belching out fuming lava...gradually my conciousness, a new suit minutes past, becoming uncomfortably aware of a stone slab in the freezing dark in my brain...

...once again the crowd of monks passed me on the steps of the kite as it went accross the updraught...the robe, and up into the air that you had just come from turbulent, and the kite had been specially flavoured...my stomach and i watched and was with you, because you are, was brought down, and carried accross One Himself...

...he looked experienced lama spoke to me...i wrinkled as he laughed:
"any turn your turn watch me carefully...he has gone to here tommorro...now you watch me put my feet on this wood."

...we carried it in procession to another world...lands sank beneath the furnace and pleasant land which was the shot some thelve thousand walls of this room slowly fading...with the furnaces well alight the darkness of a vault...

...we walked to the house in the centre of the cavern and entered three black coffins...there was no lid and diagrams as if made of polished ebony...i peered inside no word was exchanged...i caught my breath and felt suddenly the walls of the temple...

...probing fingers dung and waste butter returned to us at last...gradually the fires die...for three days you have lain here...heavy stone walls creaked and more corridoor became cool with weakness and hunger...

"you have done well my son. now you have seen. died and lived."

...the floor was thickly covered and mighty mountains appeared...the room was closed and sealed fading and becoming dark...

this piece was the result of a fold-in technique applied somewhat randomly to 'The Third Eye' by Lobsang Rampa. by Audrey Autonomy 2005

next they'll be telling me that masturbation causes blindness too

"If your partner seems to be ignoring you after a flash of nudity on the television screen, it might not be his or her fault. New research indicates that people shown erotic or gory images frequently fail to process what they see immediately afterwards."

"We observed that people fail to detect visual images that appeared one-fifth of a second after emotional images, whereas they can detect those images with little problem after neutral images," Zald, assistant professor of psychology and member of the Vanderbilt Kennedy Center for Research on Human Development, said.

Read the article Erotic images, gore cause temporary 'Blindness' by Melanie Moran here at Eureka Alert Public News List

A multimedia version of this story is available at http://www.exploration.vanderbilt.edu/news/news_rubberneck.htm. For more Vanderbilt news, visit: http://www.vanderbilt.edu/news.

This article was posted on the Pleasure Activism News Page and reblogged by Audrey

i say the red cross are lying bastards

"There is no Australian law which says men who have sex with men can't give blood.

That's right, there are thousands of Red Cross employees who have been duped into believing, and dupe the public in-turn by re-telling, a whopping great lie.

It’s a case of the Red Cross trying to shirk responsibility for what is very much its own shonky policy."

Read the article The Red Cross Fibs by gay advocate Rodney Croome

This link was posted on the Pleasure Activism Australia news site, cheers to Alexis, reblogged by Audrey Autonomy

just another interview

"So, Mr Armstrong, the time has come for you to state carefully, again, to us, your position on
the text issue. I would advise you to think carefully about your choice of words, yes very carefully choose, at this time. Indeed, I wonder, Mr Armstrong, if you are at all aware that
history, as well as your various friends, or should i say uh associates...within this department, have given you a name?"
Murdoch chuckles and his broad shoulders shake contentedly as he shuffles happily writing in this momentary seat of power.

"What do they call him Phillips?"
"They call him the Man Of A Thousand Lies is what i heard sir."
Phillips looks at his shoes in a silent partnership with subservience.
Every mans gotta do his own job. Every man has his own job to do.
"So, they call you the Man Of A Thousand Lies, Mr Armstrong. How very interesting. I certainly hope, for both our sakes, that on this occassion you will do me the courtesy of offering up a serving of truth for our consumption here today. I really have been enjoying our little chat so far and i'm sure you realise, by now, the kind of truth that i'm now asking of you."


Murdoch pushes the bowl and the pipe accross the table towards Armstrong, who shivers as the smells from the bowl spill into the air in front of him, at once infiltrating his senses.
His muscles shudder and shift consumed with memories of chemical cohabitation. The eyes glaze over with nostalgia. Bright green and orange lights flicker accross his vision.

The flame on the end of the match is the brightest and warmest within the length and breadth of Armstrong's experience. He raises the copper pipe to his lips and his body drinks the smoke, the muscles in his arms and legs stretching out to absorb this intoxicating kiss.

There is no sound effect as Armstrong places
the pipe down onto the solid metal desk.
Time has stopped.

Murdoch's eyes both closed halfway through blinking lethargic.
Phillips is still looking at his shoes, which tap the floor to a beat still pounding through his head.
"The Truth..." states Armstrong calmly with an air of silent purpose. "...is irrelevant."

Audrey Autonomy 2005

marajuana notation thursday morning

so i've chosen to dismantle the text industries
i dont own these words and neither do you
the task at hand is to search to break through
every scribble, every diary, every hieroglyph a clue

so i like cutting through word lines
and breaking distorted beats
sometimes i cohabitate with chemicals
and play with friends and sex and speech

poetry is the power to change the world
there is no scream thats silent
i know i've been taught to fear myself
to obey, to not want to be heard


i cant even try to avoid hypocrisy
because the human experience is free
i wont appeal to whats rational
when it seems whats real now and true

i will be a slave, a writer, a journalist, an advocate
of what is good for me and my family humanity
right now my instinct tells me my destiny
to be naughty and nice and to fly a black flag

with my drugs of choice in my hands
i'll sail smoking laughing through into the abyss
with all the freaks, the boyz n' grrlz that i can kiss
on my very own good ship anarchy!



Words crafted in the early hours of this morning by Audrey Autonomy
Photography by Geoff Cordner from his Body Of Evidence Collection

Magick and tha co-called human brain....

The human brain is not a static computing device merely receiving and processing information acquired by its sensoria but, rather, it is a dynamic and plastic network of neural centers, each specialized to handle specific tasks, coordinated with each other through a continuously changing array of associative connections between hundreds of billions of neural cells.

While the various regions of the brain are shared by all humans, and the functions of those regions are essentially the same in each of us, the connections between them and the intangible interface which integrates experience between our senses and our mind is absolutely unique to each individual. Genetic predisposition, early imprints, and life experiences each contribute to the ever-evolving construct of the individual. And behind it all in the secret center of our mind, resides the self, absolutely intangible but undeniably real, stringing together the momentary snapshots of the sensoria, creating our sense of time and guiding the processes of mind in accord with its will.
But while many may never question the way their mind and brain color their world, others seek to elevate the self to the level of meta-programmer and actively break the bonds of belief to rewire the associative network of the brain and its mind. Many tools exist for such a task, including the archaic techniques of shamanism, the use of psychedelic compounds, and the canon of western esoterica commonly known as magick. By employing these and other methods it is possible to directly modify the physiology of the brain and reprogram the mind in accord with the ideals of the self.

(Please note that this paper is not intended to present a reductionist or mechanistic view of consciousness. The visionary experiences of shamanism and the phenomenology of magick are far more profound and ineffable than if they were simply side effects of metabolism.)

Read the rest of Chris Arkenberg's The Self As Metaprogrammer here at Nerdshit

why did i waste my time reading this trash again? so i can waste yours complaining about it!

The Australia, our (apparent) national newspaper, is again this week pushing a confused and boring conservative religious corrupt white middle class agenda. Who's suprised??

Ruth Ostrow whinges about violence on television here.

Giles Hattersly moralises about rock stars who swear, and their effect on her child's sensitive soul, here.

Tina Faulk complains about the (apparent) latent lack of nationist sentiment in Australia, blaming unwanted misguided multiculturalism, and preaches heavier indoctrination for our schoolkids here.

Verity Edwards praises white australian farmers for rescuing white african farmers who've been kicked off the lands they acquired through historical imperialism and racism here.

There articles were published in The (Upper Middle Class White) Australian today (Monday).

Audrey Autonomy

Radio National talks some more about racism (and about time too!)

This week another chance to hear Kwame Anthony Appiah, Professor of
Afro-American Studies and Philosophy at Harvard University, and the
author of In my Father's House; Africa in the Philosophy of Culture,
talk about the meaning of race and racism. Does it make sense to call
the culturally diverse peoples of Africa, 'Africans'?

Show - LINGUA FRANCA
Time - 06/08/2005 15:45 and 11/08/2005 21:45

Race and Racism...
URL: http://www.abc.net.au/rn/arts/ling/stories/s1429239.htm

Radio National is the Australian Broadcasting Corporation's specialist journalism and arts network, broadcasting across Australia.
Radio National homepage: http://abc.net/rn
Tune in: http://abc.net.au/rn/freq/map.htm

If you have comments or suggestions email Radio National at:
radart1@your.abc.net.au

More web quizzing

I just adore these little web quizzes, especially quick ones that only take 2min to complete, the ones at Quizilla are really short too. I just took one to find out what my most distinguishing feature would be if i were an anime character...

If you were an anime character your most distinctive feature would be your clothing.
Since clothing is the most easily changed part of a person, this implies that you are ALWAYS changing how you look and act. Not necessarily in a bad way, though. Chances are you are a bright individual who knows how to change your attitude to suit whatever environment you are faced with at the time. This allows you to have as many (or as few) friends as you want because you know how to keep pretty much everyone happy.

What Would be your Most Distinguishing Physical Feature as an Anime Character?
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Unfortunately for me, none of my clothes are as cool as this grrl's.

Hooray for web psychiatry!

Here are the results of a test i took this morning, anyone who knows me personally will probably agree with this short diagnosis of my personality disorders...

You need understanding.
In your life there has been many people that could never seem too comprehend your personality. Now you have either become an out-cast because of their narrow minds or you have adjusted yourself to them, and never letting them see who you are deep inside.

You now think that no one will ever understand you and you hate that fact. Though you are scared of what the effects might be if you would decide to let someone in so you keep a safe distance that you both curse and bless.

What Do You Need in Your Life?
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Anti-marriage Queers unite!

dear queers,
this is a call for interest from people who would like to be involved in an anti-marriage action on the 13 August to voice a little bit of radical dissent to the unholy alliance of queer groups who've organised the pro-marriage National Day of Action (NDA). It wouldnt be a negative anti-queer marriage action but would aim to expose dissent to the heteronormativity of the institution and to raise the issues of other queer people for whom marriage is not a priority.

Please dont respond to this if you just want to say that people shouldnt be allowed to express dissent because we should all fall in behind this conservative queer agenda. I've heard it all before and I still think marriage is stupid.

If you want to talk about revolutionary change, email me (tallace@hotmail.com) or give me a call and I'll start putting a contact list of people together.

yours for the revolution,
Tallace 0421 357 882

this message was posted through the Queeruption7 mailing list and re-blogged by Audrey (who, incidentally, has met tallace and is of the opinion that she rocks!)