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Chartmaker Phenomenon

by Integral

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It’s been a long day at work, and I’m dying for a good meal, though here I am on some Swedish indie – always the hunger that gets my ass moving – and damn it, I didn’t even come up with a creative euphemism for "what’s with all the people making videos today” to pass off my disinterest. In any case, your daily clip shall be quite long today, largely thanks to a film release tonight, the first official trailer for Paul Haggis’ new film NINES. Ok, it's not available until tomorrow, thanks to my bad luck of the draw – midnight would have been my favorite time -- my work schedule has nothing against it of course, but don't you suppose that you folks could get a sundae?
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Untitled 03:10
Lyrics sampled from Roamie View: History Enhancement (2010) dir. Ryan Trecartin Well If I is you and is all and personal now I have a news flash for you Everyone shares a Katie You're not the only sky to touch that star I hope for your sake You're a good enough visualizer To contain your self long enough To pump out a few more gig alls Before you see the button that you are And push it I'm really into everyday Katie And everyday filters a different view I see that because I tickle the sum No one wants to loop a preset One too many and I'll leave it in a field And then I become a mom And tell my kids about it Via post knowing And if you cent this Don't throw your victim points at me I don't recognize discounts Katie Don't you bother
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Time Loop 10:10
The driver interfaces with his iPod; slowed down expletives and the sounds of glass shattering pierce through the air like a line-of-sight firework (bullets were outlawed after the last incident with a lost driver). In the trunk of his car, a chainsaw with a 3000 dollar price tag. He was a hot dog vendor, everyone called him JPEG. He quit his job. Now, he makes nightcore in his free time. Construing pop signifiers, a heavy reminder of the cultural detritus we're always shedding. Everyone makes fun of him for it, he's sort of notorious for it. He considers it an art form, a recontextualization, while everyone around him sees him as a normative type for psychological studies. He just sees himself as a peregrine falcon in the desert of music. His car rushes through the perpendicular wind downtown as the nearly-dead body of the Masked Dancer rests on top, both seemingly unaffected by the situation. "If you actually knew what you claimed to read, you'd know that what you're doing is a harmful practice! Stupid bitch." An ever-changing condition. He works at his own pace, but he's got a real fuckin' grudge against time. "Seconds are too slow," he proclaims. "I think it would be better if we all just counted however we want! Preferably as fast as possible! Like a bird singing!" Sick and constricted, the Masked Dancer didn't have a name. Too much effort is wasted picking one, according to them. Their favorite movie was Freddy Got Fingered, they especially liked the scene where Gord throws the bust of Sigmund Freud out of the family therapist's window. They always aspired to be a professional deterritorializer, they loved watching people move quickly. They always wanted to leave town, but they were stuck at home, in the circuit of their parents, leading them to a time loop. Maybe this is why they were so interested in cryptocurrency, a suggested answer to a problem that wasn't even really theirs. But their 2nd favorite author has gotta be right…. right? "Circa 1150 AD, September 11th 2001, sadly… January 6, 2021, all very important dates to remember," as they put it themselves. Half their free time was spent reading the DSM-5, a strange thing to do considering their main preoccupations. One day, they had enough of staying at home, melting all the time and decided to make a run for it onto the highway. They got lost, got hit by the Six-Million-Ruble Man. No one showed up for their funeral, the body was never recovered. The Six-Million-Ruble Man survived as a husk of himself, but the nearly-dead body of the Masked Dancer, in what seemed like a physics-defying move, got ground up by the chainsaw into a bunch of flying pieces of guts and bones. There was no funeral, and the Six-Million-Ruble Man spends his last days in the building of the same family therapist. A travel into the underground follows next. Trauma. Processes. There's a slightly older couple, trapped in the year 1967, and have heard of the event that made the world and the universe follow a preordained path for a mere few months. They're not so hot on their personal journeys, but try their best, they think. One thing they do remember about a supposed experiment performed a couple of centuries back is a paper that they read and can still see on their nightstand, quite a wonder. It details the experiments performed on a woman named Naomi, who lived a seemingly fictional version of events of the day of September 11th, 2001, as though she was really standing in a sort of prehistoric video game. A Windows Never Released-based hyperstition travelling back through time. It seemed she had a habit of doing this decomposition of the raw source code of video games just so she could fit herself into the video games, a “successful” deterritorialization, something the now-omniscient Masked Dancer would look up to if they were still physical. So what if she said she couldn't help what was going on? The paper also told of a woman by the name of Scarlet A, wife of Omega Red, who saw her pattern in the lines detailing Naomi’s movement being no longer physical on the graph. But seeing her "message" printed on the paper right before her body, did push her to find her dead, flesh counterpart in her Coma Zone. "It's alright" as voiced by 3-II could tell her that The Numbers did not deviate much from their supposed path and followed a narrative of what was destined. The late time readings revealed her to be just smaller than Rose at 125 decibels. You'd figure she'd surely have a nice present when she woke up the next morning. There was a present, a PNG delivered by JPEG. The present was rejected, leading to the events of September 4, 2019 where JPEG became Six-Million-Ruble Man, named after the price of his rebuild and transformation. The day he ran over the Masked Dancer. And so,
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The conclusion to the Lewis $AUDIO series.

PDF of experimental short story "Copy of Paul McOwan's Entry: Retelling of the Chartmaker Phenomenon" included with download.

NYS#28

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released August 17, 2021

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Next Year's Snow

Svalbard Seed Vault field recordings label. Dabbling in large-scale interactive hydrophone installations and sixth wave post- Pigfuck on the side.

Art collective est. March 1st 2017

Founded by:
Octa Möbius Sheffner
Valyri Sheffner Harris
Spencer Booth

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