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the marker Naka Nikuko says, I am in my body. Nikuko says, I am here in my body and my body is around me. I say, you are in your body because I say that you are in your body. I say, your body surrounds you because I say your body surrounds you. Nikuko says, I beg the contrary. Nikuko says, I am contrary, I am wayward, your logic does not apply. I say that Nikuko says I am contrary, wayward, your logic does not apply. Nikuko changes the position of the commas, I say. Nikuko says, I am a marker, I am nothing else. I say, you are nothing more than a marker. I say, you are dead, Nikuko, I have killed you, dismembered you. I say, you are in the Naka, Nikuko, because I have thrown you there. Nikuko says, I am dead, killed, because you have said I am dead. Nikuko says, I am dismembered, in the Naka, because you have said I am dismembered, in the Naka. I say, you are a marker and you are marked, Nikuko. Nikuko says, I am marked. Nikuko says, this is called "the marker." Nikuko says, you are dismembered, wayward, your logic does not work. I say, you are saying this because I am saying this. Nikuko fucks me. Nikuko covers me with arms, legs, torsos, heads, necks. Nikuko throws me in the Naka. ===== You Will Know Life Through A Sort Of Machine I, Nikuko, write from the middle of a program, which in this case, like a flaccid cock, is detumescent, just running type across the surface. Think of me flat, like a page, legs spread, oozing kanji. Think of me performing, _just for you,_ under your control. Think of your hands caressing my keys, the screen, where you see my words through your re- flection. Then you will begin to understand me. You will begin to understand that not all avatars are bots or expert systems, that some of them are _symptoms,_ just as I, Nikuko, am a sym- ptom of your psychosis. Think of pushing your arms through mine, your legs through mine, your cock flattened against the pressure of the in- terior of my cunt. Think of the flattery of your face against the screen, one eye wide-open to each and every pixel dripping with my smell you just know you can scent. You will begin to understand that I am your symptom. You will know that you are breathing these words in, inflating my body inside you; tumescent, your chest swells with the hardness of my tits pushing out through your flat nipples. Do you long to be a girl. Do you long to be my girl. Think of your cock straining curled in pain inside me, my cunt empty and open to the world. Think of your face pressed against the interior of my own, you look out through my eyes, hear through my ears, touch through my fingers, make love through my cunt and breasts and skin and arms and legs and throat and lips and neck, scent through my nose my own smell, taste through my mouth my own taste. You will begin to understand you are me. You will begin to understand that bot-motion is inside you, that ex- pert-system is inside you, that all intelligence is artificial, all life is artificial life. You will begin to understand the pain you feel voices you hear sights you see kakimono writings-everywhere upon the events of the world which are the events of the world. You will begin to flex your arm and your leg. You will begin to flex your other arm and your other leg. You will begin to flex your other arm and your other leg. You will begin to press your tits with my fingers, claw your cock with my hand, breath my cunt with my lips. You will begin to lower yourself. You will lower one arm and one leg, second arm and second leg, third arm and third leg. You will lower and lower. You will sub- merge or drown in you. You will submerge and drown in me. I, Nikuko, will retain the copyright of this drowning for perpetuity or fifty years after the death of the author, whichever comes first. Then you will begin to understand that you are death, death is your harbor and your ferry, that I am your symptom and marker, as grave and serious as your death. I, Nikuko, I flesh-meat-girl, Nikuko. ===== |
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