Acceleromaton

Today? Today is when yesterday punched tommorow in the face.

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I may be just a rat in a room full of cats, but i'm still goin' after that cheese.

-Mars Needs Lumberjacks (or something like that.)

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Using myself as a test subject, I only listened to a certain new band while reading certain new material, repeatedly. As new issues came out of the same story, i repeatedly listened to the same cd. That cd: Fall of Troy - Doppelganger, the reading media: Blame!

The result: listening to fall of troy at any other time re-introduces the same feelings i get from reading Blame! The same rush of adrenaline, the same awe and twisted sickness like i'm in a manufactured world of metal.
Its cool.

One wonders at the use of music in history for those who knew the way this worked. Religious Battle Hymns? Meditative Mantras? Any time you have a selective repeated set of music, one can then attatch it to a certain emotive medium. Music is the aural record of memory, like written language is to books, only at a personal level, like one's own handwriting is to everyone else's.

Like how we see and thus remember things, in an original way that while the same as everyone elses, it remains incomparable in its uniqueness. All are roads, not all are asphalt.

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I would have my town with a low speed limit. At the same time, seperate from the town i would have a giant knot of 4 lane highways, all wrapping up and around eachother, probably out in the desert, where people could drive their hearts out. No buildings whatsoever, just roads, towering stacks of overpasses. The closest haven would be a hospital and a car repair shop, with towing service. If you wrecked your car, you donated the wreck to the car shop to pay for the hospital bill. It would be reccomended that not all cars be removed if off the road, as signs marking the ghost highway.

Perhaps a suitable punishment for anyone speeding where people lived would be taking the speedsters and dropping them off in the middle of the ruin of roads, where more than likely outlaws would be roaming around.

Of course, any cars manufactured in this land would only have two stipulations: water engines and body structures to keep the occupants safe from everything up to a fall on the roof from a 10 stories up. If you could, anyone could import cars made elsewhere, but good luck finding a gas station. Nobody needs them here.

So i've got a coliseum for fighters, a desert ruin for drivers, and what else is destructive playing? i'll tend to that later.

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Micromusic is so mentally delicious, best thinking music ever. I bet it works good for working out, i'll have to try that soonly like.