.__ .___ |__| __| _/ _____ | | / __ | / \ | | / /_/ | | Y Y \ |__| \____ | |__|_| / \/ \/ iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER We exist to save you from yourself and your sorry ass apathy \/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/ iSSUE: 5 x 0 04.13.04 "Rosetta" by false idoru + gir \/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\/ We do not believe in addiction, she says, touching the grey cord. On and off, lights blink. She is not human, but she is not machine, and I follow her moving hand like a shooting star, waiting for the point of impact but she is gone before I can focus. The cord drops to the floor, unattended. I wake up nervous and sweating. At least, I think that this time around I have woken up. My bed is the center of a circle of various notebooks and stolen library books worn and ragged. It's hard to tell one from the other, as all the books share similar dog ears, marginal notes and sprawling sentences across any blank pages. I would like to return them, but the library is a pile of rubble, surrounded by dark scars of ash on the grey sidewalks. No one asked why they bombed the libraries first. Libraries and museums. It had to do with history, I imagined, but history didn't seem that important anymore. I pushed myself out of bed, and a book fell to the ground. I was covered in sweat, and cold. Despite the cover, there was something genuinely warm about the contents of this book, as if the reason for all the fighting was a result of what was written in between the lines found on these pages. A true artifact, it spoke many languages to many people, all of which had been lost or forgotten since people stopped caring about history. Unfortunately, I had never read it. Despite my fascination for books, I had long since forgotten how to read. Even the marginal notes, in my own angular, literary handwriting, seemed foreign and distant. I intended to care for the books, until someone was found who could remember the order in which letters assembled themselves This had been my obsession for quite some time. The reason so many of these books were covered in my sweat and cold was because I let the words taunt me in my dreams. One of the most chilling things I have ever experienced is being haunted by the same letters and words that make up a language I still manage to speak but can not read. Moving into the bathroom, I splashed water on my face and looked up at my reflection in the wash of stark halogen. I seemed older than yesterday. We didn't know how old we were, either. Some people chose an age, but I declined. We named ourselves, as well. Too apathetic to shower, I pulled on yesterday's pants and yanked a sweater over my greying undershirt. The convention of naming yourself remains a topic at the front of all of my conversations because so often people don't understand the reasoning behind my chosen name. Reasoning is difficult to define, especially without memory. All reason, really, is based on your past, and without a past, you have to imagine one. I enjoy the names, though. Naming yourself seems much more appropriate than being names. I roll the names of my friends around in my mouth like candy, delighting in the sounds. When I can't sleep at night it is because those sounds or similar ones keep me up with a certain unknown worry. The key to understanding all of these books rests in those sounds, I am almost sure of it. Everything I have learned since becoming a bookkeeper has only supported this notion. But all that self taught knowledge is worthless when I am not even sure I am reading the books correctly. I read one, every night. My eyes gloss over the beautiful shapes and my mind processes nothing, but I like to think that somewhere, beneath the silence, something is moving. Something is being understood. It is my job, after all, to preserve these things. <-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-> issue: 5x0 of iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER released 04.13.04 This is the first tfile false idoru ever wrote! HOPEFULLY IT IS NOT THE LAST! COME BACK SOON! <-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-> iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER is the latest and greatest creature from gir. iT will never get soggy in milk and will probably give continual nods to the wonderful world of music that makes gir giddy like a school girl. aLSO be on the look out for science of the fiction variety to appear withing these virtual pages. dON'T worry though, angstmonster will make an eventual comeback. tHINKING about writing for idm? eMAIL gir [gir at port11.net] with a marginally on topic submission (music and or science of a fictional variety) and you too shall see the glory of intelligence and dance in a tasty monster treat. gOT nothing to say? tHAT'S a-o-k! dIGGING on this release? fEEL free to pass it along to all of your friends. jUST make sure that you leave it as it was or at least give credit where credit is due. gET caught biting our styles unauthorizedly and we'll sneak up on you ninja style with DOOM! lOVE and kISSES, the iNTELLIGENT dANCE mONSTER crew. <-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-> find us online at http://www.angstmonster.com/txt/idm/ <-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|->