----------------------- A diary of Wisplisp++ ----------------------- Monday The day goes by again. In days long gone, I had forgot how many days I had been left here. I have long seen the same dream over and over again. I felt it to be some penalty too. I have begged for pardon all the time in the endless dream. However, in the place where nobody lives, there is no guilt and no pardon exists. Clumsy formative objects are lying here and there. A doll which looks like the shape of a human. A doll of fish. A doll of sheep. Some voiceless tinplated junk. I have been trying to count the days of the week in the dream. It is not a positive thing from the first. But it is the only one that I have continued without cease. I am fearful of stopping it, because it is as if to lose what I was before. I am fearful of getting used to this world. These unerring days are fearful. The white night advances too. And I began to slumber slowly. The landscape melts. Tomorrow comes again. Tuesday "The list" which I have always held. This is the sole thing that seems meaningful in this world. I have processed junk according to this endless list. I don't know what the deed means. However, to do something that may have meaning sets my mind at rest not a little. It may be the reason that I am counting the days of the week somehow. Instinctively, I would think I don't want to lose the sometime daily routine. I began to slumber again. My sense is getting blurred... The very moment of sleep is fearful. This world, my ego melt and steam. ...Which is melting then? Which disappear at this moment, my ego or this world? In either case, it's the same, I said as a child. Wednesday Whatever should I do for getting out of here? ...Can humans escape out of the dream? In the dream, it's infinitely vast here. If there are inside and outside in my sense, it's outside here anytime. If so, it's the inside that I run for, inside of myself, or only the dream. Into the dream in dream. I can't see if I am running away or I am cornered. This world is choking. Why does this place give a certain feeling of narrowness, where it's infinitely vast...? It's choking. I'm getting sleepy again. I sink into, into the inside of my own. The huge world is seen in my shell again. My new body is made. Tomorrow is peeping at me. Thursday Yesterday I said like that, but is this really the infinite space? No...Does the space have such infinity? Precisely, such an infinity is what humans decided. Humans pretend to comprehend by putting what they can't see into words. In other words...same sort of monster, goblin, ghost. Enormous quantity is equivalent to infinity for the perceptive function of teeny humans. They use the word "infinity" to delineate what is not understandable. I am trying to keep going in a regular direction. It appears that I determined to do it at about hundredth dream. Why I did so...I no longer remember that reason. Probably if this world is not infinite, I will be able to attain to the world's end some day. Exceed the limit of the perception...As a child, I mumble so. But I'm already sleepy. Which way should the next me go? Friday I turned my thoughts toward the world's end that I had seen before. Or rather this is the world's end here, and I have found that I am in the middle of being masticated by some preternaturally huge(too huge to have noticed) monster. At first I believed that the monster lives far away. But this is already inside. What is seen from the big mouth is not the inside of the monster, but the outside world. It's not outside here, it's inside. I have seen inside and outside reversely like The Rubin Vase. Does the monster inspire the end of the world? If so, it would rather be relief for me. Hope and fear are roaring inside me. Both of them are roaring "You mean we must keep waiting!". I slumbered in my usual way and fell into the next dream. Saturday As I expected, this world doesn't come to a close. I might have given up sometime. How ruthless a world this is. It was axiomatic that I had no power to change the world. I do nothing but repeat the same dream. What should I do at all? I only process junk according to the list. Is this dream world a punishment? Guilt? Say I had committed a crime, what crime was it? ...I don't have a memory of that time any longer. In thousands of slumber, I sometime came to think that I am a sacrifice offered to this world. Sunday The week ends again. As I think so, I have noticed the strangeness of my conception. Who decided that Monday is the start of the week...? In this endless dream, the strangeness made me laugh. It was none other than me that decided it. Why am I trying to go anywhere? Does what I am doing change my destiny? Why am I trying to remain what I was sometime? Which way am I going to live now? The world is silent on my question. Everything is funny, unbearably funny. This world has no meaning... What I make has no meaning. As if I am...teeny... teeny rubbish! The world remains standing there and silent. I slumbered. I see the new dream tomorrow again. brand-new, same dream. ----------------------- A diary of Wisplisp Heehaw ----------------------- Monday WHY?? I can't feel my bowels and body fluid to be myself. It is surely because I was born inside out. Because I am a jellyfish. All the things you think, All the things you think, I can't help that I can see them. As if swallowing saliva, They are coming in. No, you were a part of me originally. You are bug you are bug bug bug insect. Two more legs may grow out from the trunk, vividly like the wisdom teeth. But I can't help that I can see all the things you think in front of the construction that is me. That I can't helpicaninsheepelicansee them. Tuesday Lisp is for LIStProcessor. The process of listing have reached the climax. Maybe I previously said "endless", but it was a fib. The end of my own comes before anything else. I have heard the voice of the end. From I have heard the voice of the end, Since I have just heard the voice of the end, it is certain that God give me the end. So I mean to say Christmas night. Gods come snowing in! Trillions of fried deities come miaou along! Te-hee! I go to eat crabs tomorrow. Wednesday StripeStripe--!! it's today's report! The expanse was stripy! Stripy and Sprity! A black part of stripy zebra is, well, densely, crawling you are. Densely clotting, if I wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash wash It won't wash out at all. Densely clotting dried stuff of yourself. Thursday I'm just called a phantom, a ghost, a monster and so on at their own sweet will, but I formally am a formal human psyche, you know! You see, it's burning, isn't it? What do you think is burning? Whatever is it? Try to imagine! Correct! The memory is burning, OK? Your face catches fire now and goes squashy like the plastic, doesn't it? ...... Well, what have I just forgot? Who are you and what will you do for me? What will you do for me? Friday No more than an equation. No more than an equation. There is only one Y which parallels X. It is subordinated like a subordinate variable. It becomes a servitude variable. There is one answer. That is Procedural that approximates 0. There is one answer. That is Sequential that converges to 0. They are Jajamaru, Piccolo, Porori. It finishes if you find the answer. It finishes the world. Please solve the equation. Please solve the equation. Saturday A large cat is making a toy of a fragment of me. Playing, playing. Playing with a cast-off skin. Sacrifice. Oblation. Oblation. I am a feast. No sign of being eaten Playing with a shell of life Oblation. Oblation. Oblation. Sunday The three spies that are gunning for me are killing each other there. One is a Chinese One is an Indyan One is my father and my mother and also my younger sister Emi. Although I am a rugged person, I hope to see more of you. The sound winds around my body Gunshot! The world has long petrified there. The world says nothing. It doesn't say. It's frightened. Be quiet. Be quiet! The world says nothing even if everything ends.