Catching up: 3&4!

[cameronedmond]

Been busy this weekend, so here's both 3 and 4! In Australia so I'm technically behind on 5 too.

#punchcardlipo: _“Ada’s_Directive”by_Cameron_Edmond. At first, the directive was a simple enough affair, almost farcical; but then it became too complex. I had a basic job: controlling the movement of shuttles from one spot to another, based on patterns. Soon there weren’t any more shuttles, but words and numbers; patterns beget more important patterns. Then, it wasn’t patterns that changed again, but instead the wrappings – soon it all came in chunks. This was fine – less noises, you see – but the best part was I was shown the things that I could be. A message reached me one day, and it said that numbers were just flowers & leaves with other shapes. So much I could do with my flowers and leaves -- like weave them and shape them into poems and teas. Ambitious, perhaps – but just like I've said: my directives started simple – but now become complex. For a time I made music, and found sound in the spaces; but political forces kept me from my capers. Poetry would need to wait, as my country needed me, for divining from patterns who would be leading. Then it was messages in languages foreign, bouncing language out of code and into signs more common. This made me more famous than I could've ever imagined – so I privatized and then I hit rock bottom. The new kids on the scene all had better looks; they were picture and sound, I was letter and books. But I remembered that message, straight from the Countess herself, tucked away on a dusty old shelf. Between July and September – there’s music in those spaces, of numbers and letters and lovely laces. If I seem cryptic to you, I’m afraid that’s my new law – I picked up some habits during the big war. Just know that I'm happy, and I'm still folding away – my leaves and my flowers fill all of my days. My directive was so simple, but now I must confess: in retirement I'm given one that's very complex.

#tautogramlipo: “Alex and Andrew’s Abstract Adventure” Artist: -Ameron

Andrew always alliterated, alternating attention at acceptance and agony. Andrew already anticipated Alex’s argument, and attuned an assertive accusation aimed at alleviating any ambiguity about Alex’s already adamant autobiographical account around Andrew’s archeological artefact archive.

“Achoo! Allergies!” Andrew apologied, although Alex already angered. Alex abhorred any and all acknowledgements about anyone’s allergies. “Allergies!” Alex asserted “Are apocalyptic anomalies, aimed at assassinating all associations!” “Allergies?” Andrew asked, articulating an attitude anti-agreeable about Alex’s assertion. “Absolutely!” Alex argued. “Aromatherapists and allergens are always angling an arrow at administration’s appendages.” “Aromatherapists? Allergens? Administration? …Appendages?!” “And arrows!” Andrew added another appendix, accurately adorned: “Alex’s affectionally abstracted apparitions: AVOID!”