You don't know BLADE RUNNER Like I know BLADE RUNNER

Blade Runner isn't something you can buy or own.
Lots of people like it but not like I like it.

It's not about reading The Book or which cut is definitive or
what antibiotics you were on when you first saw the movie or
even became aware of its existence. Because Blade Runner has
always been more about idea than execution. Sean Young doesn't
really read in retrospect. Her hair is too unruly. Nostalgia is
so much more complex than our genitals would lead us to believe.

Woven into the cathode rays of my mind are the remnants of teenage chimera.

Like ships on a cerebral ocean there is something I need to say, a
sentiment that needs voicing. It seems to have something to do with
the Millenium Version of various items no longer being manufactured.
I wish there was a Christ indigenous to the world of digital artifact.

"Savior" is a repository for what has yet to be destroyed.

What makes it saving is that it didn't deserve to be saved in the
first place. It's why Doctors are compensated with lavish abandon.

Harrison Ford, བྲན་གཡོག of His Holiness the Dalai Lama and licensed rescue 'copter pilot.
A principled adventurer of scathing wit and conspicuous doobage.

Deckard wasn't a robot. Why would a robot want to fuck another robot?

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The challenge remains: how to distinguish Real from unReal.

Shall we then blindly construct and decode our own Copiale Cipher?
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          every time I go to L.A. it's always the same thing.. . . .

           .. . . .. . . . .. ..that sinking feeling… . .. … .. . . . . . . . .. … . 

          … . .. .. . . . .. . . . .. . …that plastic pheromone  . . .. . . .. … 

          . . ..one big pulsating chronic mindcrime… .. . . .. . . . . . .

          .. . . . . .. . . …a vast web of hidden fluorided sprinklers. . 

          a permating mist of ex-vagabond wish dust. .. .. . .. .. .

          .. . . .. . . . .. .whispered violence at the observatory… . ….

          the suspicion that nothing ever really ends… . . . . . ….. .

          .. . … . (or begins)… . . .. ….. . . … .. . ..  . . .     .. . .. .. . . .. . …

          … .. …. . . . …….. . . …. . . .. . … .. . . . . . .. …… . .. .     . .. . . . . 

          … .pursuit of the infinite is the sandbox of Lucifer …. .. . .

          the stretching of skin…. . . the breaking of noses . .. . . ..

          … . .. .. … . .. the eating of Acaí bowls… . .    . .. .   . . . .. .

          ..the presence of the Bogdanov twins at LA Fitness… . 

           … . . .. .."Times X" .. . . .. .. .  . .airing September X1… … . .

          .. . . . . . . . . . … . ..(forever)… .. .. .. . .. . . .. . .. . ..  . . .  . . .  ..

           . .   .  . …..they are real life physicists and scholars. ..

          . .  . .they say  that we can travel far. . . . . … . 

           . . ……. . .far away ……………………….. ..   . . . …. .. . . . .. ..

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          . . . ……. .. . .. . . . . …. . ..deep 

          into the blackness.. .. ….. … . … . .. . . . . . . . ..

          ……. . . ….. … …….. .. . …         … . ..   that surrounds us
        

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