5- Gleitzeit - Ich komme aus der DDR - 4:55

Opiate, anaesthetic, the abandonment of oneself. Isnt it the virtual environment which is playing with the user? In a video game, the landscape occupies an active role, it is in the foreground of the narration: it is the course of the history, before even the intervention of the character who is actualy nothing else than an abstraction, a spectrum.

Sex Pistols sang in 1977 the vacuity of their existence, the absence of reference mark for an orphan youth. And there is also Visage, "fade to gray ". To disapear in the background, the loss of contacts, this is what we seek: conditions of a singular experience, the "other", where the superficial play on repetitions and transparencies replaces the signification.

Translation: Flextime - I come out of that DDR

This is way too deep for me to think about at this time of night. I suppose by morning I will find the meaning of life on this thread.... :idea:

okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!! *lil jon voice kicks in

according to SYSTRAN:

Flexible working hours - I come from GDR

listen with your eyes

i listened to the pistols last night, that's one cd i'll never tire of

is this implying that their are parallels between shooting smack and rescuing zelda? awesome!

i am erect

Originally posted by Ladislas

Opiate, anaesthetic, the abandonment of oneself. Isnt it the virtual environment which is playing with the user? In a video game, the landscape occupies an active role, it is in the foreground of the narration: it is the course of the history, before even the intervention of the character who is actualy nothing else than an abstraction, a spectrum.

 

Sex Pistols sang in 1977 the vacuity of their existence, the absence of reference mark for an orphan youth. And there is also Visage, "fade to gray ". To disapear in the background, the loss of contacts, this is what we seek: conditions of a singular experience, the "other", where the superficial play on repetitions and transparencies replaces the signification.

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Time you got a watch.

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Relayed by its comment, its trace, the art exhibition moves out of reach and becomes, as well as the visitor, a phantom. Its physical presence enters in conflict with its "mental" forms (the generated conversations, the text which accompanies it, the publications, the reviews, Internet, etc... ). One abstractedly flies over glance surfaces, it is very sad. The obscenity, the proximity, cancel all the value of succesful work of art.

what is this crazed faced bitch on for the glue as for more........and what the fuck is she talking about and i wanna know so me and my homes can know whats up with these graff cats in here so we can maybe chill with ours feets up but people be talking out gardens and all that and me and homes ain't gots no gardens...graff do gardens?

my mother did for while but she stoppen on a niggs dime so she get buy more smoke

i'll refer you to my newest thread: utopia