A growing movement of young inspired dada-ists and activists set out on a mission to take the proverbial disgust of modern consumer culture and magnify it so that all may be made aware. With words, these brave young patriots and artists will upset the collective conscience of mankind. With Art, these fearless mortals will upset the established order. With just an idea, these youth will turn the world upside down and shake the arcane and plastic pestilence from it.
NEWS BULLETIN: Sunday New York Times : November 5th, 2412
Young men all around the world randomly started committing random acts of untold self mutilation, deprivation, and disorder. In Bangladesh, several men were seen dousing themselves in gasoline but then only lighting a small fire in a pit 50 safe feet away. Men have been arrested for bathing naked on the streets of New York City. 12 Women were seen achieving frustratingly elusive orgasms in the middle of a crowded department store in Hoboken, New Jersey. Surfers from long beach california were spotted sitting in the middle of a crowded L.A Freeway stroking the air as they go nowhere on their surfboards. some wind up dead or in jail for disturbing the peace. These are the Dadaists. But what is their mission?
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Theyre mission? to shove the pussing leaky problems of our time and force the sleeping masses to ignore it no longer. Like an inspired NWDadaist of the early movement once proclaimed through performance art, "LOOK WORLD!!! THIS IS YOUR FINGER!!! " As he calmly placed his middle finger on a slicing board, he then announced. " WHO among you has a band-aid?" The sharp skinny blade fell like newtons apple right down upon his finger but with intentional force. The discarded middle finger now journey through space/time for what seemed like a century before it safely landed amongst the startled and disturbed crowd. Blood squirted all over their guilty faces.
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Where will it take them? What will become of their world? Will their cause effect any real change? Will the established order silence them? To answer these questions, we first must see where they are going. We must imagine what will happen to their world. We must believe that the truth will set us free.
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Dia was a budding Dadaist and member of the Youth 4 Truth movement. It was in the setting of the 7th sun when these two schools of thought merged. The setting of the 7th sun that marked the beginning of the end of ignorance and hegemonic control by the established order, and a restoration of cosmic balance. Their grip on mankind's will was strong. For over 400 years, they have contained man into a grid and cage system of cities and prisons, with little or no difference between the two. Infact, the only difference was that one was a prison for the physical body, and the other a prison for the mind and spirit. Confined to tiny 4x6 apartment "nooks" as they are called, mankind now lives under complete influence of the established order. With images and a little hollywood magic, the world is now enslaved, and entertained. Even inmates in the prison system sit huddled around a television hollering like monkies at pixels of light and electricity. As if the act of doing so made any sense at all. This was the ultimate humiliation. Mankind DID NOT want to escape. They were perfectly ok with just running like rats on a wheel, and then stuffing their faces with junk food and junk entertainment. After all, Is Slavery so bad if u got all 500 movie channels?
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Dia sat on her fold-out lawn chair in her spacious 4x6 nook on the lower east side. She was listening to the 528 Hz vibratory frequency. Universal love ballads of both divine beauty and archetype. Sounds so illegal in the year 2412 in fact, that murder was considered a less heinous violation of law. She had received an unmarked package in the mail just that morning. The package contained a set of cochlear ear implants that easily recieved signals from a box simply marked as "The Source". All Dia had to do was push a button. So with the curiosity of a collective conscience of mankind, she pushed that button. What happened next, was so unexpected to Dia, so foreign. If she hadn't kept her senses, she might have guessed an Alien was speaking to her. What she heard, was nothing more than a sound. What she experienced, was nothing short of a revelation. A tear swelled in her eye.
She sat there harmonizing her body with the symphony of the cosmos, pondering. Somewhere within the void of space/time, Dia was simultaneously browsing the libraries of her brain flying freely on her own virtual attached ladder rail system. It was an elegant system. A detailed system. A system that mimicked the basic elemental archetypes of the universe. So detailed in fact that one possibly might experiance an infinite regress of palatable information stretching to infinity, if they were to look closely. So she sat there, stretching. She came across a pattern.
A symbol.
A Cymatic shape. A message draped throughout time, buried deep beneath the subpsychotic layers of her conscience. She focused on it with her minds eye. Lens's fully lubricated and dilated. Suddenly chemicals traversed synapses and triggered what was the onset of an emotion. The tears rolled down her sunken face. What she was looking at was indefinite, but true. It was beauty incarnate, it was her true nature. It had always existed there, in the library corridors--But for the enslavement of her own self--domination of the ego, it could not awake from its slumber.
The package she received was from the DaDaist headquarters in Glastonbury, England, though no evidence of its source would be so foolishly marked on it any of its 6 cubic sides. Dia had been told to expect a package, with instructions, when she joined. Now was the time. The waiting was over. Aware-- Dia now stood up from her flimsy plastic lawn chair. She turned her head and looked back at the lawn chair in both ancient disgust and newfound appreciation. She smiled a sheepish smile. Purpose was propelled to the forefront of her consciousness. She suddenly knew what she had to do.
"Get up. GO".
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NEWS BULLETIN: The New York BrainScan , Sunday, November 12th, 2412
URGENT INFORMATION FOR ALL CITIZENS!
Contrary to popular belief, it is unsatisfactory for any citizen to display emotion. Emotion is the poision that inhibits logic, and logic is equivalent to GOD. To feel any emotion other than content is a direct violation of the Established Code. Logic dictates that you will be safest in your home. You will be provided with sustenance through EFD and TV.u systems.
Furthermore, as a result of recent terrorist plots to disrupt the Established Order of things, Art and all other forms of graphic communication will be banned henceforth. This excludes signing your name, as this is necessary for proper identification. Any graphic information or public displays of Art including dance and other performance methods are now considered immoral and disruptive of the Established Code.
Any citizen caught engaging in such erroneous acts will be arrested and recommended for deletion.
YOU WILL BE SAFEST IF YOU STAY IN YOUR HOME.
-From the Supreme Council of the eO.
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Shots rang out over Dia's head, but she was unafraid. With stillness, she gripped the paintbrush and finished her line composition on the cold metal wall. She turned her head to see two oversized men in black gaining ground. She turned back around and smiled.
"Time to go..." said Dia as her body pivoted 180 degrees with ridiculous ease. With her right hand carefully placed amidst the wrinkled pores of her forehead, she transcended, and dropped completely out of time and space. She had disappeared from the confines of this reality.
all that remained to speak of her presence, was a paintbrush, a few empty cans of paint, and
" THE WRITING ON THE WALL"
-Dada
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I don't want you to get hung up on Dia, my friend. Dia was an inspiration to the movement, and an invaluable player. But the fact of the matter is, shes gone now. I really dont know where she went. Being the creator of this reality, I probably should have a grasp on where I want people to go when they randomly transcend space/time. The fact is, I don't. Perhaps Dia is still with us, but only in a higher dimension yet unperceptive to us. Perhap's she dropped out of the time continuum, and can now percieve an omnipresent state of past present and future. Whatever the answer may be, three things may be certain. We did not hear.... we do not hear.... and we have not heard, the last of Dia Dia.
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Dada Headquarters in Glastonbury England was the central nervous system for the distribution of Solfeggio Frequency Emitters and other such various instruments used to unlock the minds of the fabled masses. Devices that could penetrate the plastic shell of a bruised collective ego and reveal the true nature of reality to the happily enslaved masses. Suddenly, their slavery was seen for what it was. A terrible form of absolute control over the mind of all man. The awakening from such an event on a worldwide scale would surely break the bonds of enslavement, and reconnect the world of mankind with the balance of the cosmos. At least, that was their hope. Their dream. Their collective conscious combining to manifest a new reality. Their goals were simple. One awakening at a time. Time itself, would do the rest. Like forward momentum careening towards the precipice of evolutionary consciousness.
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The DADAist iNSiDER - "Scratching the Surface" : Sunday , December 4th 2412
All around the world, a fad has been growing among the populous. Not a single person can make a word of sense of it. But people of all ages creeds races and sexes have been seen scratching their heads in public. In what seems to be an irrational state of complete and total confusion, citizens everywhere are describing the sensation as " something that just feels right..." One citizen of New New Orleans put it well. "I dont understand it... but it feels good! And because it feels good, i think im gonna keep on doin it..."
The reported head scratching phenomenom has been acknowledged by the eO, but no official statement has been given on the matter. "It seems, not even the lords of the land know whats going on!" said one loyal and cynical Dadaist. And he may be right. This is your local DADAist iNSiDer signing out!
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NEWS BULLETIN: The Sunday New York BrainScan , Sunday January 5th, 2412
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AN OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE SUPREME CHANCELLOR OF THE eO REGARDING HEAD SCRATCHING AND OTHER FORMS OF FREE THOUGHT:
HEAD SCRATCHING HAS BEEN EXTENSIVELY STUDIED AND RESEARCHED, AND HAS BEEN FOUND TO CAUSE SEVERE FORMS OF CANCER, INCLUDING BONE CANCER AND PANCREATIC CANCER.
ALL CITIZENS ARE URGED TO STOP SCRATCHING THEIR HEADS AT ONCE AND TURN ON THEIR TELEVISION. THE COMFORTING LUMINESCENT GLOW OF OLD FAITHFUL WILL INHIBIT THIS GROWING CANCER, AND EVERYTHING WILL BE NORMA, SAFE, AND HAPPY ONCE AGAIN.
PLEASE. STAY IN YOUR HOMES. EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL.
IF YOU SEE SOMEONE SCRATCHING THEIR HEAD, PLEASE REPORT THEM TO THE POLICE IMMEDIATELY.
ALL CITIZENS ARE HEREBY MADE AWARE OF THE NEW ACCEPTABLE SOCIAL PROTOCOL WHEN IT COMES TO HEADSCRATCHING AND VILLAINOUS HEADSCRATCHERS ALIKE.
" I've Never Met A Headscratcher that I wanted to shake hands with"
NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED BROADCAST
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While it is certainly true that I warn against the hasty shaking of a headscratchers hand-- I would not subscribe to the notion of touching someone after they have just scratched at a ceaseless and deepening urge that friction cannot wax away. A never ending feeling of discontent and discomfort. An inherent instinct of imbalance and disorder. A knowing.
I would however, subscribe to the act of scratching my own head, with no extenuating handshake to follow. Why must I reach out and shake your hand? Im in the middle of thinking. Hi, how are , lovely weather we're having isn't it? Would you mind terribly shutting the hell up, now? Thank you very kindly.
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While its true that the DADAist movement had been gaining momentum, The establish order was not about to release their stranglehold on humanity, without a fight. Call it armageddon, call it the rapture if you must, But this fundamental archetype of human existance can only be tempered with the knowledge that this cycle is reflected amongst the cosmos. But the duality of black and white, of good and evil, is a force that will mimic itself across the landscapes of all realities. Take solace in the fact, that light can vanquish the darkness with the flick of a wrist. The friction of conscious intent. And realize, that darkness cannot achieve this same feat with the same ease. That darkness, cannot fill a lit room. It can only hide beneath the shadows. Behind the obstacles in life that misdirect the light.
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So it came to this. A plan put into action. An equal and opposite force of conscious intent manifesting its own vision of reality. The established order, with all their cruelty and malice, would rip out the eyes and ears and private parts of all who claimed to love life. With surgical precision, these megalomaniacs would cut out the voicebox of a freethinking peoples.
NEWS BULLETIN: The Sunday New York BrainScan, Sunday March 9th, 2413
ATTENTION ALL MANKIND,
WE, AS CONSCIOUS HUMAN BEINGS OF THE ONCE BEAUTIFUL PLANET EARTH, HEREBY RECLAIM ITS SOIL IN THE NAME OF A FREE HUMANITY. REPEAT AFTER ME.
I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT I ALONE , SHAPE MY OWN DESTINY... AND THAT NO OTHER FORM OF CONTROL OR DISTRACTION WILL EVER DEPRIVE ME OF THIS RIGHT.
I HEREBY REVOKE MY NAME, AND MY CORPORATE NAME FROM THE MARITIME ADMIRALTY RECORD. I AM NO LONGER A PRODUCT TO BE BOUGHT AND SOLD AT ANYONE'S DISCRETION. I AM NO LONGER BOUND BY ANY AND ALL DEBTS PERTAINING TO MY CORPORATE NAME.
I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT AS A FREE HUMAN, I NOW, AND ALWAYS HAVE, POSSESSED THE RIGHT TO GET UP OUT OF MY SEAT, AND LEAVE MY HOME. I ACKNOWLEDGE THE FALLACY IN FEAR AND NEGATIVITY AS A MODE OF THOUGHT. I HEREBY DENOUNCE THEIR CONTROL OVER ME.
I HEREBY DENOUNCE MY FAITH IN THE INSTITUTIONS OF TELEVISION, ADVERTISING, AND NO LONGER ACCEPT LIVING VICARIOUSLY THROUGH EITHER.
I HEREBY NOW RELINQUISH ANY AND ALL CONTROL THAT THESE BROADCASTS HAVE OVER THE INFLUENCE OF MY SKEPTICAL MIND. I AM FREE. I AM FOREVER.
I AM THE ALL. I AM THE GOD MIND. I AM ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE, AND ITS GEOMETRY. WITH THIS KNOWLEDGE I NO LONGER FEAR DEATH, FOR I KNOW THAT LIFE IS ONLY AN ILLUSION.
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With right on their side, with truth, love and reason-- the DADaists marched on what now had become the biggest leper colony in the world. The once extravagant Washington, D.C had been reduced to a plastic advertisement for a dystopian wonderland. Malcontents and model citizens alike walked side by side, unaware of each others existence. Diseased malcontents wandering around aimlessly buying this and that. Trinkets as plastic and transient as a techni-color rainbow.
The malcontent never finding solace in the latest fad or clearance sale. The model citizen never questioning the true nature of their gilded cage-like existence. In their minds though, one thing was similar. One jingling amalgamation of thought, melody and tune that bounced around in their collective heads like pinballs. It was this.
"THE BESTTT PART OF LIVING LIFEEEE,
isss Schmuckers freeze dryed ice!"
and it just kept circling. Kept knocking against the frail cave walls of their wasteland brain.
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The DADaists marched like a million ants towards the direction of the Established Orders sanitized alchemical dungeon palace. An archaic looking structure, that had an equally utilitarian simplicity to it as well. Like some sort of twilight zone nazi day spa...
They marched without food, and with little water. They no longer concerned themselves with mortal deficiencies, because a greater purpose epitomized them. Through hell or high water, their altruistic aims would be realized. If every single ant had to be proverbially incinerated with the magnifying glass of patriarchal tyranny, then so be it. So long as the message survived. So long as future humanity could look back and not be completely ashamed of a collective apathy.
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They marched with Remote controls sheathed across their side like knights of a golden age. Remote controls with fancy esoteric buttons in universal settings. Devices that held such powerful sway over the minds of the masses, that to be held at Remote point, would seem like an equally terrible and terrific fate to suffer indeed.
To Be CONTINUED....
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