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what do you think of this band and their 2017 album??? |
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flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap |
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i cant see a vid on youtubes megaepictrax. |
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attention seeking sociopathic prick |
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http://www.discogs.com/search/?q=talking+helicopters&type=a ll |
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flap |
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The only album I associate with helicopters: |
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nnnnn n n nineteen. |
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i've long maintained that flaps can be musically represented by an envelope follower driving a wahwah pedal. i played coil's "" just now, and i realized the autowah on the drums exemplifies this. though it's not flapping terribly hard, it definitely flaps |
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flap "grave times" |
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flap flap flap they're following me flap flap flap they're stealing my neurotransmitters flap flap flap have you heard their new single? |
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flap flap flap flap flap flap flap t flap flap j j flap t t t j j j j t t t t f f f f l l l lap |
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january the 22nd ~ i took a moment to believe that the helicopters were following me, even though i didn't. afterwards, they still weren't. it was worth a shot. |
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imagine nano helicopters flying up your nostrils |
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i was convinced there were flying femto cameras in here for a while, glad to be past that now |
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did they just turn out to be gnats? |
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they turned out to be imaginary, that's the main thing |
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oh good, well thats a very good sign that you can discriminate between reality and whats unreal, police men dont tend to respond well when you ask them to investigate a plague of flying femto cameras flying round your head |
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seriously though good to hear you are well |
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better than i was at any rate, not seeing hallucinations of princess bubblegum and lady rainicorn cleaning up evil thoughts now either |
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yes reality is fucking strange enough as it is, without those sorts of distractions i must say |
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milli, micro, nano, pico, atto, femto, flap. |
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"For context, a femtosecond is to a second as a second is to about 31.71 million years" --wikipedia "For context, an attosecond is to a second what a second is to about 31.71 billion years." --wikipedia that's a really fast camera. |
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yoctopus. |
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I cannot conceive how small those small things are, like the planck length or the radius of an atomic nucleus explains why i can see my gf's mums mustache |
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its funny we think we are big compared to like bacteria, but on a universal scale we are cosmic runts |
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makes you think right proper about how long it took dr. who to punch through that carbonite |
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i don't think thoughts can properly be stolen. the mind is a devilish maze of references to references to references and you can't just take a thought from one brain and put it into another. it wouldn't work. it doesn't even fit. it's like trying to plug a usb cable into a three-phase outlet or a banana into a car's gas tank or any sort of incredibly mismatched technical and/or fruit metaphor. i figure some people just hear their own thoughts before they're done thinking 'em up. hearing it twice, half-thought, then half-on-top-of fruit metaphors, sounds confusing to me. certainly might feel like you keep trying to think when the russian femtocopters that flew up your nostrils keep radioing back your thoughts to moscow and goddamn it i can't think flap with this flap noise flap flap every flap thingflap i think flap makesflap my brainflapflapFLAPFLSDFLOSDOPFPLSDfplpppantsthatfit |
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fuckin helicopters m8. |
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lol had a proper laugh at that |
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i figure some people just hear their own thoughts before they're done thinking 'em up. hearing it twice, half-thought, then half-on-top-of fruit metaphors, sounds confusing to me. this is pretty accurate as to how voice hearing feels, yeah. you end up finishing the half-formed thought that feels like a 2nd (or 3rd or 4th or 5th) party started for you. it's pretty weird meng |
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As you know probably, when it comes to hearing voices, it's a completely different ball game when you don't hear your own. When it's "exterior". So nice to see belb post again! |
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i can imagine it's pretty nasty, yeah. i had a habit of not answering the door because i could no longer tell if it was my imagination that there was anyone there, with the banging i mean. mind you i was smoking a lot of synthetic cannabinoids at the time and blaming it on the chinese government beaming sinicuichi (sp?) into my head. drugs can do funny, funny things to ya |
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not to make light of this, but have you ever had like a man come to check your gas meter and you have turned round and he has disappeared because its your imagination, or am getting the wrong idea? |
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no but i'd quite often hear a knock at the door, go and check the peephole to find there was nobody there |
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that must get frustrating |
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i used to suffer from paranoia when i was younger, you know when you think cars might be following you, i still dont like it when you see someone sitting in a car then when you walk past they suddenly drive off, I finally got over it when i realised im pretty inconsequential in the scheme of things |
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my own fault really for smoking too much but that shit is addictive yo. i'd created quite a paranoid, squalid little bubble to exist in, just drinking, smoking and living on pot noodle and ensure drinks |
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yes im sure when the right time comes one day you will wake up and think nah ive had enough, keep eating the pot noodles though, yeah i used to smoke dope in college it was probably that |
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yeah it's quite a nice realisation to come to, that you don't really matter in the scheme of things, tis a decent paranoia killer |
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yeah when you get older one of two things seems to happen to people your, ego dissolves and you become much happier in general or you cling on to it and become bitter and twisted unless your richard branson. I mean i still have a small ego but its only healthy but it doesnt interfere with my life anymore |
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truth is your could be shaving orangutans and putting suspenders on them in your living room, but unless your annoying your neighbours literally no one gives a shit |
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sometimes i get up for a wee at i can hear my neighbour watching like open university programs at 3 or 4 in the morning, i wonder if he is watching population distributions of medieval europe |
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i've tried sinicuichi. really, really tried it. left it on the porch in the sun for a day or three to steep into tea and then drank the worst cup of tea i've ever had. i'll leave the digestive effects to your imagination... ...in any case, here's what it did: it sounded like i was listening to things above a ring mod. it was definitely somewhere north of 2000hz... but in bits and spots. so, alright, someone took the output of a band-pass filter (bands largely north of 2000hz) and ran it through a ring mod. exactly like the intro to except the wet/dry mix was set kindly enough to allow me to hear what was going on about as good as i could normally. no one was banging on the door. not particularly noticible were the promised effects w/rt old memories. or much of anything else. i watched TV with ring mod for a couple hours, then there were the digestive effects i requested you pre-roll, then i decided i was not particularly interested in sinicuichi anymore. half suspect it was a different plant on that xochi chap. |
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this is pretty accurate as to how voice hearing feels, yeah. you end up finishing the half-formed thought that feels like a 2nd (or 3rd or 4th or 5th) party started for you. it's pretty weird meng it actually seems a bit easier to cope with than outright delusion. imagine you believe the dog's name is Steve. you go over to the dog and say "c'mere steve." the dog ignores you. everyone looks at you funny. awkward! someone finally asks: "why are you calling the dog steve?" you are confused. the dog's name is steve. it's always been steve... no, no, people tell you. the dog is named thaddeus. this is more or less how i imagine a proper schizophrenic break to feel. one can learn to realize it's happened from the surrounding evidence (people confused, correcting you) but putting humpty-dumpty back together over and over again must be proper frustrating. i feel this comes from the same thing as the voices: bits interrupt each other. you ask for regular unleaded and you get a banana... flap. |
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i was lying in bed last night, stewing on this thread. chewing gum. i thought: i'm already going a bit james joyce on xlt, why not write a post? i'll write it in my head until the gum is flavorless. crumple the gum up into a sphere of context. leave it on my desk. explode it into the relevant threads next morning. wonder how much i'll forget? answer: some of these words i wrote in bed last night, others i'm reconstructing today my inability to shut up comes from chatting to myself constantly. constantly. it is more or less the cause of my insomnia. as soon as something like PROPHET VS is mentioned, my brain begins loading up zillions of obscure details about PROPHET VS and my brain begins to formulate sentences explaining how it was an analog/digital hybrid and the random patch generator (enter, 2) would generate patch names that, once you got an eye for 'em, would tell you what the patch would sound like before you even pressed a key. then you're must mashing random over and over until the letters tell you you're in the neighborhood of the patch you are imagining in your head and this cuts patch creation time down by like 10x and leads to some wicked accidents from near misses... i thought: this is because i ramble these things to myself all day. it's force of habit. it's probably why i have such a deep memory: i habitually, compulsively re-enforce things by walking through them most any time they come up. this makes anything that comes up a bit more... punchy. lying in the dark. trying to pick an adjective. i land on punchy. more or less @ the precise moment i picked the word (perhaps it was even a moment before ;) i got a strange synaesthetic... thing: a pair of disembodied arms doing a punch-punch motion. what. the. shit. was that? took me a minute to suss it: i'd been exercising for hours and hours, and it was effectively an afterimage of my own arms doing motions i'd done over and over and over earlier that day. like i said -- punchy |
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my brain just really has crashed today |
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did you ever have a note books on patches and stuff, ones i spent months and months messing around writing hundreds of pages on different synthesis types and patch types i made i really went for it, just checked it was 8 years ago i wrote the dates in it |
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triangle: harmonic series amplitudes decrease sexponentially |
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