The Earth Hotel Sonata v130 (Translated)

body

The body in the room and the key on the wall.

Street signpost

Symbolic

Welcome to Earth Hotel

Home design, modern trend

This is a correct word machine tonight

Goodbye, please leave your new day of sleepy time.

You can send a track

keep your wisdom to thousands of layers

Knocked a door

Improve the eyes of the week

Let's look at the stability at night.

Marble and endless rotation, lost in it

lost in it

Lost more inside

Stand in your feelings

My news, I, etc.

what’s happening

what's up!

What old thing!

Wake up, live,

on: Inside the Earth Hotel

“The Inner Lobby 3: Rabbits Part 1 (X 8/73)”

“IL 3: Rabbits Part 1 (X 8/73)”

“I was running through the halls, a crossing network pattern, with two friends,

in a combative flee from an organized shady business group.

We ran, up a couple or a few floors, in a column, straight up.

I found a room with a chaise lounge and a sky-blue ceiling,

and laid down, (deliberately, but without a plan).

Then I was walking through an expansive land zone,

into a field of tall, brilliantly golden grass, the walls dim and distant.

One friend had been behind me, and I turned to tell them:

“there are rabbits that live here”

and my friend was no longer there.

Now I had a plan.

Again, knowingly,

I laid down in the grass.

I slowed my breathing, and left my eyes just barely cracked

to gaze through fuzzy lashes.”

Submitted by a viewer.

Cut-up of Burroughs quotes/Russell-Einstein Manifesto

From Episode 15 - Taken from separate quotes by William S. Burroughs and selections from the nuclear weapons document drafted by Bertrand Russell, Albert Einstein, and others. (Full documents at bottom)

steps; the question we have to ask periods.
Write in pain signs / word taken to prevent a military contest
I have to say something for the fifth dispute between them.

We are beings, members of the species Man, members of this or that nation, doubt. 
The world is full of conflicts; learn to ask ourselves, 
not what steps can be taken to give military victory to whatever group we prefer, for there no longer are such
clear enough to be understood.

You have dirty money. Know who I am?

Ourselves is: what steps can be/cannot be furthered by a world
of which the issue must be to find peaceful means.

In view of the fact that in any future,
disposal of interests who are turning certainly, be employed;
and that, such you were granted an area for psychic world war, 
nuclear weapons will war; and we urge them, consequently;
weapons threaten the settlement of all matters. 

Urge the governments of the continued existence of mankind,
we publicly, that their purpose world to realize, and to
acknowledge.

Placed your services at thee whose continued existence is in
America into a police state;

and, overshadowing all speaking on this occasion, not as
between Communism and continent, or creed, but as human to
think in a new way.

We have to take a life, divide into five year or sixth time I have to say it:
minor conflicts, the titanic struggle signs. 
Cut. Concentrate.
When above clear enough or must anti-Communism.
We have to learn development.
sold out department.
Enjoy your disastrous-to-all parties.

"Letter from Hell"

I scream. You scream. We all scream because we are all in Hell. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. A lot of folks were relieved that there is no torture or pits of fire. Threre are outdoor fireplaces, and ritual sacrifices and public torture definitely hold up the calendar, but that’s really just a thing for holidays like human  fireworks. I’d hate to be cliche, but Hell really is essentially Reno, Nevada in the summer. People run businesses, sell real estate; patrons frequent ice cream shops on baked sidewalks in another dimension. Some parts of town are undane and totally mad. Domesticity in this place makes people lose any grip they might hope to have on continued sanity. There are suburbs and the financial district is booming, and the nice houses burn frequently. People start fires for some reason, and there’s a linked trend with stabbings and beatings following the fires. Generally people mind their own business but it’s fucking hot and they lash out. The music clubs and the artist quarters are beautifully depraved. They all finally become nihilists or existentialists in the face of an unknown future in an unknown realm. The jazz club is called Christ! Folks arrive and the believers freak out and often turn on each other for their virtue, or else gang and build churches to try to save themselves with the same shite that got them here. The jazz cats at Christ! like to come to the Induction Parties and tell this stuff to hip kids coming in, that the Churcheezers can’t get Bibles down here obviously, so they have the Holy Word written on all kinds of shit, on napkins, business cards, little scraps that they hide away. Some try to type up full copies from memory and are forced to burn them at the public ceremonies to force the point. We really do try not to give them too much grief, they were just not prepared in that life to get with the program in Hell. 

The deal is, you live here for an unspecified amount of time. You know you will one day move on, but some folks are the prison old-timers, ya know, they’ve been here for countless lifetimes and they either chug along and play games or become shells of souls wrapped up in whatever delusion kept them going in life. They go deeper in and you have to spiral outwards here, you’ve got to show change and growth but they don’t tell you that.

So we stay here until we work out our time. Life has different meaning here and time passes amazingly fast. I remember dying recently and I’ve lived three lifetimes since I got here. Once I was hit by a car, and then I was sacrifieced as a newbie, I think 39 and 14. I originally died at 23, I came here. I had leukemia and really good friends, I’m pretty sure I’ll see them soon. I don’t know what the connection is between time there and here. But I did see a lot of the family, the ones I could find. Not everybody is in the same layer, obviously, population would be dense as fuck and that would be terrible. It’s not better or worse in each layer, you’re not really aware of them. They lie next to each other, identical versions of Hell like dimensional apartments. I’ve heard of people swapping zones but I think that was an administrative decision, we don’t have much say in how it runs.

You have to play games to stay sane. We age so quickly and are killed so frequently that you can’t build much of a life, so meaning has to come in trying to understand our time. From what I understand, there’s an accompanying Hell self in your Earth life, a pair just like that. 

You get a self to get right on Earth, in LIFE and then if you fuck that up, I guess, you come here and work it on out some more. But if you leave here, well, when you get done here, you go back to either Earth or some other place for higher creatures. Earth is the sandbox and the shithole, like the lowwest realm as far as enlightenment or whatever, Ascension. That’s what people bug on, is that it’s not that you’re a bad person and that’s why you’re here. You get this lone human life if you have it on Earth, so maybe 100 years. So you get used to being this model and then you have a fucking long time to do this here. It’s horrifying but it’s a great teacher for being creative and living with grace. It’s like a place a Zen master would dream up to teach someone. The people play games and eventually they get to go play games with the Gods when they learn to be free like that. I could think of a few people that probably skipped Hell and went right up there to frolick and shite. Neal Cassady, maybe, Robin Williams definitely did, I heard early on that he skipped ahead. Folks like that who get somewhere crazy in life. A lot of the philosophers did, a lot of artists, which is a bummer because the geniuses are not here, but we do get the super damaged ones that run the parties. Jim Morrison’s a regular at Christ!, Hunter S. Thompson had a permanent house built for him and before Oscar Wilde moved on he held court at cafes with Baudelaire and Bukowski, which is fucking amazing to see. 

I’m having a ball  so far, I’m excited to get to figure this out and go but there are a lot of cool things to do. It’s the most fun thing a fun person would think of and a total soul-ripping nightmare for people who can’t have a good time. I’ll be a little sad when I have to go but I wish my flesh wasn’t routinely ripped from my bones or my head lit on fire for holidays. It’s only once a lifetime but something awful always gets you, to remind you of death and destruction of things. Impermanence. And then you walk back down the the bar when the bus drops you off, and you’re good as new. 

I’m glad I get to send this, I want someone to know what this really is like so maybe not so many people will get suckered in and wind up going mad when they get here. It’s awful to see around you all the time. It’s weird to say, but I’m really looking forward to seeing you. I love you so much, tell everyone that I send my love, I don’t have room to say hey to everyone. Tell Cleo and Grandma I’m okay and I love them both, I think of you all every day. Save this letter for humanity and get it to the right people who can verify it. My locker in my room has the combination 22748, and I don’t have that written anywhere, and I know no one else knows it. Mom. DO NOT open the locker. Just let one of my friends do it. Please.

 I love you. I’m sorry for all of the arguments and misunderstandings. I wish I had just talked to you more about everything and communicated but I’m so glad we got close while I was well. Please don’t be sad that I’m gone. It’s not so bad to be alive, and it’s wonderful to die, it feels so restful in between. This is just a huge experiment that we’re all in on, and it;s more amazing all the time, more than anyone on Earth could possibly know. Please be as happy and adventurous as you can. You were really a great Mom and I miss you. I haven’t seen Dad yet but we shuffled around so we eventually meet everybody. I like that. I know I’ll see you soon.

Love, 
Eric

"Collection"

Poem/short written by JAC, read on air as part of Minisode A by a speech-to-text software that we thought sounded awfully sad. 

"I had a collection of items from each of my stunts. 
We started in college by wrecking nobody’s car.
I was love with him by that time after year together.
He had painted trailers at school where they kept him.
I had fifteen teeth and a few were my own and one was his.
We cracked a gas pump with a sledgehammer and had to leave.
I was looking for a helmet to kill someone with for the joke.
We had a collection of memories in factual reports and items.
I was stupid enough to keep the news clippings and crafts. 
We expected to go on until they shot us but he shot instead.
We jumped on train top to shake pubic clippings on stationers.
He hated pedestrians for being slow and irony for being cold.
I was learned to hate myself in the wake.
I, talking nothing, and nothings, in the cells two and three.
He was caught outside of the houses we found in the valley.
He felt as though nothing could conquer the silence to come.
We heard a thousand stupid angels acquiring doom in the heaven.
I had no ritual sense or compassion for not-bodies.
He held true to his prejudice against fear and politic hate.
He threw fire cabinets from windows at his only office spot.
We acted like cannibals in street to frighten young motherings.
I took home a chunk of his nose on the day we fell in love.
I could relax in his opinions and the whispers of thinks.
We watched ambulance go by with tight ears.
We redirected traffic with cones from warning areas and took tires.
We took garbage following garbage, debris of reaction he said.
I had mixed feelings, in salad, crafted in hellwomb, love.
We had a room together at the numerous motel.
We sat on edge of balcony five and eight and thought so little.
We crisped feelings of guilt on radiators. 
I was gluttonous in combination and dismay.
They never found a good reason for me to tell the people on TV."


 

A Cut-Up of Fundraising Propaganda from the Alabama Republican Party

   Senator Jeff Sessions will be guiding the Department / counting on the Alabama Republican / General. We couldn't be prouder! / candidates and other left-wing groups / responsibility of leadership to make good on our / Congratulations / ous dedication and focus, / war wages on. We already see the media and the / you rose up and elected / es. Alabama received / why we need you to continue to stand with us, by / the 4th highest percentage / You were a driving / Sustaining Membership gift of $25, $35 or $45 / Alabama Republican Party. Thank you and God / Party to defend them against the AEA, liberal Democrat / and return security, common sense and prosperity to / desperate to seize control in Montgomery. / Alabama Republican Party sponsored a team of over / So please remember that your renewed / team. Will you continue your vital support / makes our work possible. / of our Alabama Republican Party, and renew your / Sustaining Membership for 2017 with a gift / and our new President will be looking for our / $25, $35, or $45 today?  / Sustaining Membership in our Alabama Republican / elect Tump appoint a tried-and-true conservative / of $25 to our headquarters today? / U.S. Supreme Court... and dozens of federal / 
    We must also immediately enact middle class tax / (over, please) / threat of ISIS and radical Islamic terror, and renegotiate / to help Make America Great Again / Alabama Republican / Alabama and America. / my goal is to have every Sustaining Member / Donald J. Trump as / an Alabama Republican. All the credit for our / new governor, 140 members of the state / are crucial, so if you can possibly renew with / members like you who made it happen. / statewide and local offices. Each of them will be / good use. / These first few months of GOP control / agenda and deliver on our conservative promises / in Florida and Ohio to help win the White House! In fact, / a larger gift of $35 or $45, we sure can put it to / a single Sustaining Member from our winning doors! / By his side, our own United States / Washington, D.C. does business will / 
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   The liberal spec / and our GOP majority in Congress dismantle the / to stop us. And the mainstream media continue to ignore / relief, rebuild our miliary, stop the / Democrats coming after our team! And that's 100 volunteers who spent over a week / bad trade deals to bring jobs back to / renewing your Sustaining Membership in the / will you renew your / Bless! / Party, and mail your 2017 contribution / Membership contribution to our Alabama / This is an exciting time to be / countries around our state. / amazing victories goes to Sustaining / P.S. Now's the time to dismantle the Obama / Our conservative agenda is ambitious, for America. To be successful, we can't lose / help to get it all done... / How exciting it will be to see President - / we can't wait a single minute to repeal / judges who will respect the sanctity of life and / fix our broken immigration system. / we must keep our winning team intact. That's why / to take the oath of office, our task is to help him / back on board by Inauguration Day. / disastrous legacy of President Obama. 

 

"The Star-Still Anthem of (A)Isle THD, A. Company

This text was cut and reassembled from the entirety of the first and third verses of "The Star-Spangled Banner" by Francis Scott Key. All words appearing here were either contained in, or extrapolated from guides in the cut text source. A performance of this can be heard in Episode 9, at 28:39, and an analysis at 35:28.

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Angled ban by the U.S. urges the land what is nigh,
the home at the (A)Isle THD, where my earnings,
spaltingly brighten o'er the cause of war --
underwear hydrogen and confusion parts --
was world-ending and why should ATL have sovereignty?
You see rocket-havin' hourly. 

Light bullshit burns less.
We hailed a home under/through the South.
Last good-luck,
leave you their flag.

Ripes and her was out; they does it.
Through the outsteps' pollutioners yet, 
our blood like germanium could save thee
of their foul found source language from the of-then.

No reference, you'll fly the glues
that hireling grave of the land swore;
terror of the Arikara, and home,
and of them; of the F-Dawns.

We're worse off; the brave, proudly, and the band
in a twilight e' the bomb til that band stave.

Proof of still stars, that thou and star-flight hero says,
"no wave watched he'd free streamin'."

Do brave the glare, who have tore their battery,
the A. Company. Who(s)(e) more?

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