Sleazy Art Meetings - The Sam Diaires...

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>From Sleazy Art Meetings.
http://www.furthertxt.org/mgarrett/mgw/docs/playful_art_text.htm

Please read any of the Sleazy Art Meeting Diaries (SAM).
And then send mp3 files back to me. marc.garrett at furtherfield.org

http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/the_sam_diaries/

2 finished examples below - all you have to do is send me your voices of the
txt...as an mp3. You can give me your real name or an alias to put on the
site....your choice.

http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/the_sam_diaries/docs/sam9.htm
http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/the_sam_diaries/docs/sam8.htm

thanx - marc garrett

(read example text below....)

Sleazy Art Meetings (10)

The Progressive Net Therapist
& her adventures with, 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion'.

My name is Emily Malone and I am studying to become a therapist, but with a
difference. Once one finally becomes proficient, an expert or successful in
completing the demanding (three year) course of therapeutically stemmed
learning. I can then evolve into a vocation that promises to provide amazing
psychological benefits for clients that frequent the Internet. It's a very
difficult program, but has many emotional and intellectual rewards. It has
been developed by a fascinating and visionary individual called Bill Hanson,
a great Post, Post -Jungian and Archetypal psychologist. He has been
treating patients via the Internet ever since its early years. He has also
written some stunning books such as 'Extropian leaps' and 'Waves + substance
= Life'.

Recent discoveries in 'Quantum Theory, Psychology' and its function
methodology, using up to date research of brain mechanics, have declared
that the lateral workings of the computer are not just a mere poetic or
metaphorical simile. The various working formats and functions of the
wave-driven, quantum self; and its metaphysical networking qualities; do
also possesses physiological workings. A natural non-linear type of
execution, the behavior of this chemical induced muscle in the human
cranium, does offer similarities and connections that relate to computer
interactivity.

For instance, waves, or should I say 'Oscillons' take on a life of their own
once they formulate. They have been observed to attract each other and to
form strings and various micro crystal-like structures, either square or
hexagonal. They do not merely hide in realm of the micro, but also
collectively influence the macro simultaneously. These 'Oscillons' are wave
energies, very much on par to sound, light and electricity and it is all
very much part of the untouchable, yet a fundamental part and structure of
'Life'. The human body is kept alive, kept awake by this energy, computers
connect, just like we humans connect, computers network, just like us humans
do instinctively, attracting each other, sending energy signals 'waves' that
transgress dimensional assumptions. There is an atomic essence in our being
and it (all) is part of everything else, yet particle cells combine our
physical forms, hosting, melding and encasing the life force.

My form of therapy knows no bounds, for it is part of the greater sum. Yet,
when one wishes to mingle and be part of the everyday, I do seem to have a
bit of trouble. The playful function of sharing mutually explored
affirmations, is a lack that teases my inner harmony.

My emotional sensibilities are unreachable to others, fenced off by what
seems to be a surrounding thousand meter wide moat; shrouded in a hazy cloud
of (socially designed and of course self-inflicted) self-doubt. And this is
all because of this desperate biting need for some form of glandulaire
interaction, intuitively shared. Oh Lacan, I now know how you must of felt,
so disparate and overwhelmingly emasculated by the knowledge of being badly
designed, a social construct, with all those culturalized, verbalizations
and leaving your lips and yet, not reflecting real inner exertions. We are
all engineered and Clumsily built for an economy culture, sometimes I feel
like a broken down 'Amstrad'.

But less of my emotional 'id-bashing', and all that ad-hoc, ego centered
diction. I am here to tell you about my more intimate and sensorial
revelations with actual people. Because of my constant studying I don't have
time to go to bars to pick up guys. Then I heard about this amazing Internet
site called 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion' from one of my friends who decided to
do a sociology paper on the Internet about dating services. I think she only
chose the topic to give her an excuse to try it, but I told her I'd try it
too and share my experiences.

I became very interested in 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion', there were thousands
of married Post, Post Yungians and progressive Extropians in our locality.
And all looking to have personal transactions, many of them resided on this
site; I couldn't believe my luck. I had just gone though midterms and it had
been a long time since I had a secure and concrete upright encounter.

I found a seemingly incalescent kind of guy online and made a date the first
day I joined 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion'. He was a kind of executive for a
large forward-thinking contemporary Net Therapy organization called 'Lateral
Amalgamation', thirty-four years old and had been married for five years.
Now, I know what you are going to say, but he is married! So what? This is
the 21st Century darlings' and the last thing I need is a clingy male
siphoning off my emotional energies when I have so much to do in this
ever-changing world. And besides, it is exciting and it will help me develop
my inner personalities that have been locked away, until now.

His name was Jason and he was incredible. Just sitting in a restaurant
across from him made my vertebrate throb. It was as if I was, energized by
highly charged batteries. From the moment I saw him I wanted to pin him down
and connect my lickerishness and robust inner velocity to his externalized,
protrudence. We'd had quite an exchange of emails before we met in person
and it was a little embarrassing to meet face to face for the first time,
especially after telling him how I liked to be broken down into fervid and
primary components.

Great intercourse is all about attitude and it was very cool to weed out the
individuals (future possible clients) who had no self-confidence on the
Internet before meeting anyone in person. Certainly most males will agree
that when it comes to the measuring of their perceived tangible functions,
the physical measure of their urinary tool size is one of the first things
that come to mind. Yet I was not just interested in primate enhancement, but
also cerebral inter-connections that would also shake my quantum
realizations out of their fissures. I had a great time with Jason and he was
the first of many. I know what turns me on; it's no surprise that my life
has taken a turn for the better. I've been able to set up mutual situations
with the men of my choice.

I intermeshed with Jason for the first time in a cheap motel. We severed
each other's accoutrements and I managed to pin him to the bed and pushed
forward my tabby against his braincase from the top of the forehead to the
base of the protruding part of the lower jaw, from ear to ear. His principal
organ of taste was powerful and hot. I issued forth so hard that I nearly
drowned him, exuding volatile components of condensation and an immediate
collection of secreted fluidity. I returned the favor by establishing a
partial vacuum on his piercing object-hood until he released a hot, steady
current of continuous, amorphous substance down my open esophagus. I had a
good idea when he was going to reach his zenith because his spherical
objects tightened up and he moved his sacrum forward, but he didn't give me
any other warning. The power of his stinkhorn disrupts all my expected
narratives.

I always perform the act of passing alimentary calcium through my cavity for
guys, but usually they ask first; it's just rude not too. Jason did lack the
graces and refinement of civilized life and it really turned me on. He made
it obvious that he had no intentions of starting a serious relationship and
was going to explore my intimate peripherals as he pleased without making
any apologies. I love it when men are that straightforward with their course
of action, in respect of what they intend to follow up with.

After he descended I made him recline on my particular being again. This
time I was reposing on my posterior portion between the neck and the pelvis;
the dorsum. With my legs open to a fuller extent or width, with my hands
holding his skull between that part of the limb that is between the knee and
foot. He took me over the brink when he put forth his fingers and rolled my
nozzles. They felt relatively hard and were like naturally formed mineral or
petrified matter, a bit like stones. And the inducement increased the
delectation that he was conveying in accordance with the laws of nature on
me, with his principal instrument of taste. Then a series of involuntary
contractions of the muscles followed, it was so intense every fiber
contracted and when it was over I felt inflamed everywhere.

We had an affair that lasted just over a month before I moved on. We didn't
restrict our meetings to cheap hotels; we went on a lot of dates and engaged
in epicurean relativity in the open or in his minivan. For my entire second
year in the therapy program I was constantly getting physiologically
explored in the evenings, and still able to keep my GPA up. I think it was
staying out of bars and being with successful people that kept me focused.

I wholeheartedly recommend that anyone who has a deep, niggling urge to
unearth their hidden subconscious realms, and for those whom are seriously
interested to learn what they actually are. To explore their alternate
selves before they become one glum sodden behavior. If not, stay in the
dark; then you can call me and I will help you sift through your psyche(s).
You will have to wait about a year though.