Im still walking

I'm still walking so surely I can dance...slight rain on an usual warm December night...image, sliced in the night...the year ends in a nano second... But the new year begins stronger than last year...

                                       -cut-

It was time to write himself into the movie Tyler entered the movie set in costume drag superhero style...

spectator

every member of the audience makes his or own film from what is perceived on the screen, so each reader makes his or her own book, both mentally and emotionally.

the primary ideal of The Radio Dream...

when the zekelon is functioning down in the missile silo there are no names or identifiable markers attached to them...the only thing created is content...persona, anything attached to it, becomes eliminated..there is no leadership...representation...status..

D.'s goal...

D. goal was to use cinema to explore and chronicle the human condition and out states of mind.

A hostile work environment...

Tyler was seeking to create a hostile work environment on Zack's network. He had to be on guard not to stumble into onto of Zack's honeypots. If he did he might bring back a virus to his network, thereby oomprosiing the Radio drean. -cut- Where had D. been?...he had been out of it for for 16 years. It seemed like one long day.

zero day exploits...

just the other day D. had been reading that the idea of the solitary genius artist was over. That this concept derived from only around the 18th century when it was invented by the romantics. Before then artists had just been thought of as craftsmen, hence how how artist derived from artisan. The said that it was going to be replaced by entrepenuership. "I guess I'm fucked," D. thought to himself. He had always been about the artist as the divine one, going into the depths of his soul to find truth and the inner meaning of life. At least he was still alive. He had that. -cut- Tyler sat out in the fields laying low from Zack Smiter's men. He was busying trying to find a zero day expoit.