[NetBehaviour] tantric space

[Alan Sondheim]

tantric space


To access the Odyssey exhibition The Accidental Artist:
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Odyssey/48/12/22


You set your worl to You set your worl
  to ays or nights
  to
ays or nights
ays or nights

  soun make waywar make waywar
  make waywar shows
  shows

  shows
Light an
eo grins the worls the worl
s the worls to halt
s to halt

s to halt
Vi
It's just a momentary banwiIt's just a momentary ban
with fault
wi
th fault
th fault

y spews an
  rains
rains

rains
As if your bo
isappear like frightene her her
  hers
s

s
Prims
Come forwar get your tantric Come forwar
  get your tantric ue
  get your tantric
ue
ue

Cum forwar set your frantic Cum forwar
  set your frantic ew
  set your frantic
ew
ew

Present for your harenePresent for your har
ene pleasure
ene
  pleasure
  pleasure

Leave all this empty worl behinLeave all this empty worl
  behin
  behin


  place an leave your min leave your min
  leave your min


Tantric eyes are everywhere
Avatar legions come and stare
Slowly spaces turn up cleared
It's what objects have always feared
Open holes often leered
leads cross other places
When you go leave your traces
Your sight is buried in sites
You set world to days or nights
Objects murmur with fearful glows
Light sound make wayward shows
Across the floors their numbers legion
Crossing another region
Video grinds worlds halt
just a momentary bandwidth fault
touch ball below
again return flow
As if body spews drains
Against boundaries where it rains
The smoke spells out uncanny words
Prims disappear like frightened herds
Come forward get tantric due
Cum frantic dew
What see hardly leisure
Present for hardened pleasure
Leave all this empty behind
time place mind
worl  ays soun waywar an
eo grins worls s Vi
banwiIt's ban
wi
th y bo
isappear frightene her hersforwar ueewharenePresent har
ene behinLeave behinmin


Tantric eyes are everywhere
Avatar legions come and stare
Slowly spaces turn up cleared
It's what objects have always feared
Open holes are often leered
Open leads cross other places
When you go you leave your traces
Your sight is buried in other sites
You set your world to days or nights
Objects murmur with fearful glows
Light and sound make wayward shows
Across the floors their numbers legion
Crossing to another region
Video grinds the worlds to halt
It's just a momentary bandwidth fault
You touch your ball and go below
You touch again return and flow
As if your body spews and drains
Against the boundaries where it rains
The smoke spells out uncanny words
Prims disappear like frightened herds
Come forward get your tantric due
Cum forward set your frantic dew
What you see is hardly leisure
Present for your hardened pleasure
Leave all this empty world behind
Leave time and place and leave your mind