Andata Express

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media mix designer indie publisher. "Andata" = "outer journey", transporting literature beyond the boundaries of medium and form to the threshold between contemporary and future worlds. https://andataexpress.neocities.org

Palace, pillars. Star-traffic. Gears. Songs. Shows heard from the basil. Pillars, high pillars, strung with vines. Golden gates, eyelets, perhaps wide enough for an arm...

And heat. Immense, suppurating heat. It was a furnace, it was impossible. I let my hands go, I stopped trying to spatially place myself, and only prayed, hoping that the magnetism would be enough. But I wanted Kali, not God. I wanted, wanted, wanted, wanted, like a child, like a dog, certain of nothing but want. Magnetism - my ribs were being magnetized from my body, away from the Heart, away from where my beloved had gone, and where my skill was too poor to go myself.

https://andataexpress.neocities.org/river-12

Lesia isn't within their grasp by the time it arrives, clutching at dead air, limbs flailing in crescents as if in mock embrace, as if miming romance or the kind of sweaty stuff that came up when the choker would OD her, so that she'd have to apply for fresh temperance licensing or else be isolated so hard it would be hard to call her a professional at much but lying around daydreaming. She's at their six, cut between them, and the surprised third Feral is offstep, runs right into a chromeplated knee slamming into him with the severity of a Shin Five Zero standard checkin; he lifts off like a rocket, crumples into where the doorhatch, blasted open, juts at a sharp angle. Spine first and Chére sees the body twist and fall.

https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-12

"The unit commander there is one of Hadak's trusted fighters - not just someone who jumped on his bandwagon out here like the Irons Unit. Hadak even gave him a new name - Zsâkos Gâdor." Both obscure references to the cross-cultural folkloric figure of the "sack man" - known in Haiti as "Tonton Macoute". "His real name is Tyson Valladares, a Miami Cuban delinquent who went into Academi straight out of high school." Baugh had filled me in on this guy - he had been keeping tabs on him back on Earth, stuff that didn't get into his recruitment file, some of it even new to Edison Lens. "His main deployment was in Haiti, where he had an off-record... hobby of seeking out memorabilia, anecdotes, and anyone who could claim a connection to the Duvalier-era secret police." The noto- rious "Tonton Macoutes", who sold the blood of their pris- oners on the black market and used vodoun rituals to in- timidate their enemies. "He had a complete uniform, with a straw hat and mask, in his bunk, and a vintage machete he'd even take on missions."

https://andataexpress.neocities.org/planet-12

THE TWENTIETH THOUGHT OF KALI HICHI:

« And who are the 'druzhina?' They are fed by the world, rejected by the world. They are told to be independent, punished for their independence. Entangled in the world, thrown away by the world. A thousand damnations. A constant embrace, a never-ending shrug.

And who is 'Kali Hichi?' A name that floats along to save one from drowning in the sea of namelessness. Just as the city is a name for countless different spaces, 'Kali Hichi' is the name that endures. The name is what can be grasped, what can be known of the city, of the 'monzhj.'

https://andataexpress.neocities.org/phosphor-11

"Remind me to google what that means later. Murugan, do you know about dolls? The people that turn into literal puppets?"

No mistress.

"You're a useless sword, Murugan." That is not true, mistress. In the hands of a proper daughter of Tsukuyomi I am without peer as a weapon. If you wish to know things, you should use your 'google' artefact- the glass rectangle, yes? to look them up.

I snicker. "You're right. I'll use my cellphone to look things up and you for battle. Now, let's go and wait for doctor West."

https://andataexpress.neocities.org/moonlight-5

Dea Sequana by https://www.deviantart.com/phips42/art/Dea-Sequana-1305195028

ninja battle drawn by Oh!Great from Biorg Trinity

Belphegor from Make The Exorcist Fall In Love clutching his head and shaking with text "I said too much!"

Slimelord - Chytridiomycosis Relinquished (alien caves and fungal looking things, mostly in yellows and purples)

missiles landing on apartments in Lebanon, a bright purple targeting beam across an orange sky

image of a teenage girl with Sephiroth hair dressed in alt fashion (platform boots, inverted cross skirt, corseted leather jacket) holding a katana dangles a cross necklace over a rooster-headed anguipede cowering from its radiance. two shadows dance and five moon phases arc above.

collage of pumice texture and a distorted anime girl over a neon-lit street in Hong Kong, over text "I'm not going to die. I'm simply going to awaken from this dream." from Needy Girl Overdose episode 4

edit of Bill Gates with grey demonic skin and red eyes from
https://www.deviantart.com/paladinwaffles/art/Bill-Gates-Satan-Confirmed-524264135

character sketches for HOLOHAUS11 on a snowy landscape: Gwaëlle Finsteryon (Shut-In Dark Lord), Tachae (Scarred Zeruel), Sieh Tan (Mercenary Planet), Ruby-Lynn (Moonlight Cantata), Tacimarsa (Down By The River To Pray)

skinny white teenage boy with sagging pants pointing a video camera and smoking under signs indicating no photography or smoking. photographic. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685021996068/

2D drawing of an anime-style rabbit in fantasy warrior's garb. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022295788/

Jane Remover (Leona facecast?) holding flames in her hand in front of a blurry cityscape from the music video for "Dreamflasher"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZWhNxslxzA

VHS lined photo of a man in a black jacket and white shirt with the subtitle "Do I disgust you?"
https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685021999984/

Buddhist statue of girl in monk's robes with drawing of a grey crow on her head. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022122765/

"{N-3}
Prelude

The “Department Onto Literary Legitimacy (D.O.L.L.)”, whose members are D.A.O.lites and the Dolliterati, is a branch of the intelligence institution “Sisters auf Keter Yaberwoczkl”. When a trans girl is determined to err, they are “extracted” by the Porcelain Guard to a “Lager Lagrange” under the auspices of the "Hagiac Altruism" programme, called “DOLL e-HA:LL”. This programme is administered by elder gaze “BEÆ”, rank Höllen Manitour. A covert administrative cabal of the 13ROT stand above SKY, DOLL, the PG, and “HA”, with all its Lagers, against which eponymous petite-Guignolle takes her Nomie de la Guerra—“Zunny”—in the “Littlespace Jihad” resistance movement. Magdelan Maxima, voluntary assignee to the .pt LL (vol.HA:LL-a), causes the accidental first breach in their unified canon Narakas, thereby enabling Zun to escape gridlock and to unveil the Ur-SK.

Elsewhere, in the Narakas of Wyrms, one mujicastro OpKadenza “ENNUIT” of Dracopolis, known to us as “Schizotypal Clarinet Girl” (scg, also: 'Skarlēj Guqqì'), notices something dissonant during another one of her vapid punishment details. She has always been plagued by a symphony of nonsense contrapuntals, detached from instrumentality, so why is this “Sukitta Berdyamat” name, for once, actually familiar?"

https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/9da9b825-7dae-4b63-aa06-f075865f10a9#e7b71acd-e015-48b2-87bf-863c2cfe509a

“Latent-Gnosein Gammatochromaphy (ΓTKφ-:ӈ)”

lz.ᚫᛋᛏ:ᚴ aes proudslonglas toprestre fwits o’sharedlaboures[…]wiffen §:DOLL{lit}-NüNA t.galDx “unLait;Tractatus”, unfaul’soeur Aste parathen isz-MD.2R(y): Hölmyr “BEÆ”. Æshn al-Fhinges,[…]másh’agion !IchSut-ybœl. V.lsᚴtrai wishaussi taekctent vgrattisure tayre Supornezdm, prayre consisneufychienne nept. Lignemèra Gnithobund. […]

Resibilation established [d*22] Heliotitre {K-3}; Sondtag-Kristeva iLA={<5.1%} post-salting.
Revised text is attached as follows:

We of AesthetiKommando are eager to demonstrate the awaited results of collaboration with Dolliterate-Sectoral NüNA’s as-Titled Gallery-Designate: “unLait;Tractatus”, with particular appreciation for Hailminder “BEÆ”, who stood in capacity as "Compeller, Orthoplect-Compliance", through an office of Modal Viceregine for Altitude, during that extended period of internal alignments. Needless to say, this work is done onto glory to the Will of Our Divine Feminine Singular Above the All. Additionally, every last member of ÄST-K share a desire to extend recognition of our debts to Sponsors-Predecessors, for energies they have given to the impossible task at project “Matrilineal-Attenuation Arcology of a Sheol-Obscurant Numinous”. It was ever a grave sacrifice, but blooms concordance today...." cont'd. at https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/8a611a1b-a83f-40c2-8052-4150938e37bd

album art: Kagami Smile - Dream Particle

"The twin towers now that she’s closer are plated like a carapace. [Heartbeat like a jackhammer in my ears.] Closer and closer to the towers. Held in trance by the aurora.
She’s then aware of the presence of another traveller. Though they leave no shadow of vein light.
She knows them the way an Andro knows another Andro, though just affect-pulse in the under server, the way she could always tell creepers on her, the way her headplate clamped tighter, no face here to feel it but the raw font of pulse. Here tactica is skinned all to hell and is paroxysms of fear, subsiding to faint shock, leaving her wary.
The traveller has caught up to her from some distance behind, her own footsteps in trance-rhythm to linger over the black earth. [Don’t be so loud, please.] Truant steps never touching the earth."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-10

album art: The Samuel Jackson Five - The Samuel Jackson Five

“No, I’m sure it happened. Somewhere – the savannahs before the walls rose, the pre-Edenic hunt. Somewhere in those long years, even if just a generation, even if only one and one, it must have happened between a pride and a band. A pinnacle. It was there, a spearman languid lying on the red clay, backed by his lioness, a cub and a child playfighting with sheathed teeth. More peerage in that. Peers of luxury, not necessity, a bond of fat. I can see it, even if it never lasted.”
E scrabbled up, and turned to face me. “Think back further. The human inherits the mantle of the hunter. Cat and dog, old masters of the niche, contested by the new human victorious. But further, think of panic over pride. The hunt before it was vanquished. Guillotine, tiger! The tiger death is kind. Go tide to neck, crack once. Now come old wolf, ardent pack's arrowhead, barking orders to tear you apart. The wolf death tugs and pulls ragged – latches on, drags down. Cut, tiger! No. Fellowship up above – but below, if I were to fail, if my love was shattered, and if the world changed... Had I a host, riding, the wolf war would be mine. Mine that, always, dogged, and tugging."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/river-10

album art: Karkwa - Le volume du vent

“AUUUGGHHH! GWAAAHHHHH RAGHH- HH!” He threw himself, fist then fist then forehead, at the stone pedestal of the building they were walking past until Dad picked him up around the diaphragm like a parcel. “THIS? I CAN KEEP DOING THIS FOREVER!”
His dad carried him away from the worried crowd gathering. “But you don’t have to.”
“YES I DO! IT’S NOT STOPPING BEING SAD AND IT’S NEVER GOING TO STOP BEING SAD!”
“That doesn’t mean you have to. Being sad helps you stop. You do it because it helps, not because you have to. You never have to be sad. I mean - you have to, because it helps. But because it helps you stop. Sorry, this is prob- ably getting confusing -”
His dad was smiling, and still being sad. But also being entertained by his own stumbling. That much wasn’t confusing, that explained enough -"

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/shut-in-10

album art: Fate Gear - Killers In The Sky

"Power, asymmetry, something humans had made so much of while understanding so little. Meteorology and the Weir symbiosis ethics that were synthesized with it have a whole language for these which are ev- erywhere in the galaxy; that make up the dilemmas I
was racking my brain over just a few paragraphs ago. All information asymmetry is power, but not necessarily in the abusive or temptingly abusable ways humans were used to, on our planet where it almost always goes hand in hand with other kinds of power, where everyone ei- ther carries a knife behind their back or needs to trust someone to do it for them. The Meteorological concept of consent taught on Contemplation almost as soon as speech included positive and negative information re- quirements on both sides, their relative symmetry and compatibility. The criteria for this were mostly the same as for hosting a Weir in the first place."

https://andataexpress.neocities.org/planet-10

album art: Worldcorp Enterprises - High Stakes

album art: Hardvapour compilation edited by DJ Vlad

"Lanka, this might be the last time I wake. I rose from the drawer, which I'd decorated with the clothes of my classmates, with a terrible thirst. I searched for some- thing to drink in the teacher's lounge-- I discovered a few bottles of painful plain water, and a few cans of tarragon soda. Thank you for being here with me. The ground keeps shaking, the distant percussions echoing throughout my halls such that the walls quiver. I take a can of tarragon soda and climb up to the rooftop. In the distance, plumes of smoke take flight into the air. Caravans of moving shapes; armies of stick-figures. "Lyudi," I think. I take a few crayons and a piece of paper and I sketch what I see; cavalry under the blue banner of a star, marching into the sun. Beautiful rockets whizzed into the sky to etch their names like heavenly pens. Nay-toe has come. I chew on a few dried pieces of fruit, and try to soften the thumping of my heart by rubbing my stomach. The concrete beneath me is supple, fluid; I worry it might turn to liquid at any moment beneath my feet. I draw a big beautiful star, swal- lowing up the sun."

https://andataexpress.neocities.org/phosphor-9

album art: Erik Satie - Gnossiennes & Gymnopedies

"I spot a Moontouched girl getting on in the next car and once again I’m left thinking about Marieken. As I fiddle with my phone, curious to see if I finally got a message back from her, I wonder if I’m really worried about her or if this is just my witch heart longing to possess someone special.

No answer to my conundrum floats to the top of my sub- consciousness, and I get off the tramline at the park stop. At the dueling ring- a fenced-off glorified sports field with a private police force for security, really- I check in with a QR code generated by the Ronin-app on my phone and get escorted through the turnstiles to the lobby. Duelists, bookies and gambling addicts crowd the building, cheer- ing on as outside, in the field, a rare Moontouched boy and a human girl in a sailor moon costume are rolling over the wet grass, trying to choke each other and or poke each other’s eyes out. The girl eventually gets the upper hand, after holding her hands locked around the boy’s throat for an arduous minute or two, he stops struggling. One less Moontouched in the world, I think, shaking my head in disappointment."

excerpt from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/moonlight-3

crow with glowing blue eyes and spots on its wings standing in a grassland in the dusk under rows of similar blue lights - AI generated by @shinboson https://x.com/shinboson/status/1910154272123027752

shaky digital drawing of a bus in monochrome blue with everyone turning around and staring at the viewer with expressionless purple eyes from
https://x.com/ryaw_2523/status/1881365312618299838/photo/1

AI-generated art of a robot or cyborg woman with a white Noh or Kabuki-like mask with red dripping from her eyes, and large golden plates on either side of her head, covered in snow

AI-generated image of a black dome with a tapering spike on the bottom floating over a storm on a gas giant (forget source)

AI-generated image of a pale girl with faery wings carrying a bow on an indigo moonlit background from one of those image search spam sites. hey we take what we can get it actually looks really good too

child's crayon drawing of a heavily scribbled, pink-on-puple, grimacing face (AI generated)

"To the extent that, before anything else, texts are -topias (particularly utopias) narrowly conceived—warnings, suggestions, cookbooks, or proposals—they are mostly uninteresting to me. Still, the often-repeated slur that utopias are “dull” has never been politically innocent: it bespeaks reaction. When Emil Cioran attacks utopias for lacking the “rupture” of real life—“the totality of sleeping monsters”—he ignores the ruptures and monsters that lurk in -topias too. As texts, -topias get interesting to the extent that they deviate, underperform, or do too much. Rather the excess of the Big Rock Candy Mountain, with its cigarette trees and lemonade springs, than the plod of Edward Bellamy’s Looking Backward (1888). In their conflicts, aporias, and surpluses, they can captivate. Alexander Bogdanov’s 1908 science fiction novel Red Star, for example, is fairly stodgy gruel until the protagonist, Leonid, veers unexpectedly and seemingly off-script through madness and the pedagogy gets opaque."
- China Miéville in the article linked below

The Jaws of Hell from the Psalter of Henri Blois (medieval manuscript where it's represented as a big weird fish)