R ule MM Numero Uno: never let ’em know. People born and raised in urban areas are twice as likely to suffer from schizophrenia rather than non-city dwellers. Number Two: never let ’em know your next move. Don’t you know: the US holds roughly a quarter of all the world’s prisoners. More than 2.3m people, including 1.6m in state and federal prisons, and over 700,000 in local jails and immigration pens. (uh-huh) Number Three: never trust no-bo-dy. More and more Americans accept that the harm caused by mass imprisonment now exceeds its benefits. Hillary Clinton, whose husband’s 1994 crime bill filled many a cell, has now changed her mind. Rule Number Four: know you heard this before. At any one time, one American adult in 35 is in prison, on parole or on probation. Number Five: criminals who are locked up will not mug. A third of African- American men can expect to be locked up at some point. Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it. The elderly cost taxpayers $68,000 per inmate each year. Seven:this rule is so underrated. Among African-Americans aged 25-54, there are only 83 free men for every 100 women. Keep your family and business completely separated. Number Eight: never keep no weight on you. Per head, the incarceration rate in this land of the free has risen seven-fold since the 1970s. Number Nine: this rule shoulda been Number One. Some 49,000 Americans are serving life without the possibility of ever being released. And the Rule Number Ten is: There is no single fix for America’s prisons, but there are 2.3m reasons to try. Good Times and <strong>Nocturnal</strong> News Issue N o 3 TEXT FORMERLY [Chapter KNOWN Two] AS In their performance art, she channels like Holly Childs and he Warren Gracie. “Dammit! I’m always late to poledance class coz I am waiting for my nail art to dry” “beige rose gold highlights” “nails of the day” “mermaids” “spangles” “serious fine detail” “skills” “everything I eat looks like Justin Bieber” “paleo gelato” “will trade for a worm farm” “snails from the lettuce patch.” After thirty sex freaking hours, he finally finishes describing the nail art on his curved, fourinch manicure and stretches out his peaches&cream lycra leg, dangles it into the air. He steps off the stage. He doesn’t need to use the stairs because his heels are 19 inches, and shaped like the world trade towers. Every time he puts a foot down they respond with an LED glitch that makes them look like they are imploding in flames. In front of the stage, people are laid out on PVC stretchers. He is carrying a jug of snail goop. He reminisces about pulling the shells from the little slug form bodies, compares it to having a tooth pulled or to squeezing out a puss y cutaneous cyst . He says that as soon as he hears the shell drop into the bucket, he wishes he could do it all again, but it is already done, and it can only be done once, to each snail. He bats his eyelashes, they are tangled at their ends like dangling legs of a dead insect. He weaves between beds, smearing the snail slime on faces. Tanya, wriggling silly, comes onto the stage. “What the hell is a Performance Screening?” “It’s a new genre created to trick your friends and acquaintances into paying an entrance fee to watch YouTube videos in your dingy groundfloor art studio.” “Shhh.” “Snail guts.” “Controversial.” “Why?” Bonky drops out of character, “Animal rights, numb nuts.” “XXX Make Over.” Musical Interlude: Tanya reads out a poem printed in blue ink on a fat, winged sanitary pad, rubbing her thighs together, “oooh, I want one. I want to wear one, imagine all that blue ink rubbing off on you. I want that blue in down there, in there I want, I want, I want.” Bonky and Tanya are really bad actors, they only ever end up playing themselves. A vomit scribble textile print that looks like a mirrored image of the Leaning Tower of Pisa or imploding towers, or the twin towers leaning together or two boxer pups neck to neck gets pulled down from the wall, Tanya arranges it around her neck and chest so it looks like a bib. A voice over begins and the shot cuts to an extreme close up of a surgical procedure on an eyeball. “...administering a virus vector implant carrying the protein cells for a fourth and fifth colour chrome. Most humans have three types of photoreceptors / colour cones resulting in the ability to perceive an estimated 100,000 to 10 million different shades and colours. Most humans are trichromatic. The pentachrome community are beginning to develop an online database to identify and log the expanded colour spectrum. With the addition of each chrome is the increased sensitivityto perception of colour and shade exponential.” “Oi oh moi gud liek hundread sand thousand sov $%&ing colours, liek tons, liek ten thaimes moire than the 10 times more than the trichromatic human eye, um ooogha, blimp rharm, hi! ... five or six different kinds of ultraviolet.” She pulls the cloth from her face and holds it up, it looks like a factory-printed tea towel that had been used as a rag in a painting studio, it doesn’t resemble the textile piece featured earlier. Her face is sealed up, completely featureless, subtle dips and curves where her eyes, nose, mouth and cheeks used to be. “This, the vomit scribble textile print which in trichrome is reminiscent of a terrorist attack, but in pentachrome is a scrawly oblique poem...” (the poem begins with a line about how the only way to skype is to chat and lol like type looking up intermittently to l<strong>aug</strong>h at each other... and that nobody really thinks of LOL as a “l<strong>aug</strong>h out loud” but it is more like a flinch or a neck spasm how the real South Bank of Melbourne is the edge of sky rises stretching north west from Southern Cross Station an architect will vivisect them seal the bleeding edge with a sheet of plexiglass 14 stories high and fit the lounge rooms with coloured LEDs) the second part of the poem is a scrolling text asking the audience to consider that the ultra ultra violet would have serious ramifications for the artist and other pentachromatics around the globe. Heightened perception might paradoxically blur their vision. Shapes, shades, colours, shadows and light, intricate patterns of streaming waxing ebbing colour, images dissolving into an infinity of unnamed hues. Mixing realms, what if it is possible to see entities from another plane, the astral plane? What if spirits walk amongst us in a colour palette yet undetectable to the trichromatic human eye? The artist and those like her will be the mediums of... Tanya’s phone went off. All her freaking notifications screaming at her all day long even when she is on stage. google trax a very short ellipse leaning north east sex bot mentions don’t fool me the sound of an email sending sounds like a massive sigh go travelling, get a pair of pants that zip off at the knee following you tumblr famous big on ello big on reddit big on facebook big on twitter snapchat special privileges first class is not for everyone I served slop for food not bombs and then nothing happened apparently I am thinking too much but I swear it is feeling googling “I deleted tinder what now?” people are really sick of women being sexy on the internet we must be ready for a new kind of internet cease the moment ten minutes in real time two days in twitter years Outside the venue people stood around rolling cigarettes, or scabbing and trading the raw materials of cigarettes, or holding unlit cigarettes waiting for a light, or smoking cigarettes, or not smoking cigarettes. They took turns talking between puffs. I have a comment wink wink, nudge nudge Talk to the hand my two cents worth 10Q Nude club One to one leet Twenty Four Seven all the time Too Busy For You Cutey To die for Today Toodle oooou Too Good To Be Forgotten Too Good To Be True I haven’t a clue For Crying Out Loud For Ever And Ever Foreigner FUCK You Too much information Sex Finger Salute Let’s Fly Hugs and kisses Parent is watching Parent is no longer watching I’m gone I have a question At The End Of The Day Agree to Disagree A Matter Of Fact A Matter Of Interest Alive And Smiling Always At The Keyboard Always, Your Friend Always Be Creating A Completely Obsessive Really Nutty person All Day I Dream About Sex Another Day In Hell As Far As I’m Concerned As Far As I Can See As Far As I Can Tell As Far As I Know As Far As I Remember As Far As I Understand As Far As Possible Away From Computer Any Fucking Day Now Another Fucking Growth Opportunity A Fresh Pair Of Eyes And God Knows What Else It Happens In My Prayers All My Roommates Thank You For The Show Are We Going To Have To Go Through This Again Are We Having Fun Yet? Avoiding Work Like The Plague All We Need Is Another Chair Are You Vertical? Before You Know It Back at You Being Annoyed By You Big Evil Grin Belly L<strong>aug</strong>hing Back Like Bull, Brain Like Bird Byte Me On The Ass Baby Making Sex Moan, Whine Bend Over And I’ll Show You Battery Operated Boyfriend Body Off Baywatch, Face Off Crimewatch But Of Course There Are Always Exceptions Click Here Asshole Clad In N<strong>aug</strong>ht But Air Career Limiting Move Cheap Redundant Assorted Products See You OnLine Check your Email Don’t Be Dumb Don’t Believe Everything You Read Don’t Dick With It Fall Down Go Boom Gives A Gay First Impression Guess You Had To Be There If I Recall Correctly I Move How I Feel Just Another Fucking Onlooker Kiss With Serious Tongue Action Keep Your Bum Clean Keep Your Fingers Crossed Keep Your Nose Clean Keep Your Pants On Love and Respect L<strong>aug</strong>hing In Silence My Eyes Just Rolled Modestly Enlightened Rich People Nonsense In Crappy Existence Pointy Haired Boss Rainbows, Butterflies, Unicorns Rolling On Floor L<strong>aug</strong>hing Read Your Friendly Manual Roll Your Own Read Your Screen Smile Send To Receive Same To You Spam For Life Up A Creek Screwing Up Face In Disgust That’s A Knee Slapper Thanks A Million There Ain’t No Justice There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch Take A Pill Taking A Shower Thinking About You Now Thanks For The Help Ahead Of Time That’s My Story And I’m Sticking To It Thank You Very Much For Your E Mail Texting While Driving This Won’t Hurt A Bit The Walls Have Ears To Whom It May Concern That’s What I Thought Yeah, Sure You Do You’re The Best Yeah That’s Right, Now What? You Talk Too Much Read Up Please Up Yours She sniffed at her armpits, they were savoury and vaguely acrid, seeded mustard. The conversation had left her feeling uneasy. She decided to leave without saying goodbye. Her legs strong and rigid carried her away, she felt the cool air on her face and with her hair whipping against her neck with the force of her movements, she went back over the conversation. She stripped the fuzz from her memory of the afternoon’s interactions and attempted to fill the emptiness, that loose windy void in the pits of her guts, with positive thoughts; about potential, about the imminent arrival of that potentially brilliant something lurking inside her. This idea calmed her, it warmed her from the insides out and that warmth felt pure, like pure energy not yet expressed, temporarily filling her void with indistinct yet inspiring fantasies. [indistinct yet inspiring indistinct fantasies self delusional narratives wildest and wondrous drawings of strange circumstances walking through the shopping mall of her youth and bumping into ugh bland inspiring attention and blah blah blah] ...charged by the glow of this creative urgency she arrived home and rushed to her desk. She turned on her computer – the most accessible tool for the expression of this latent creative genius – impatiently drummed her fingers on the desk while the fucking stupid piece of shit took for goddamn ever to start up, and conjured a scene in her imagination. [...being interviewed by Ben Mendelsohn, some witty banter followed by an inappropriate question, she feigns being scandalised by the indiscretion, she answers the question with eyebrows raised...] Laptop [BLEEP]ed, she clicked open the web browser, scanned her bookmarks and before a conscious thought to action had blossomed from her serenity she was logging into [X] platform and scrolling through the feed... 2 3 L ayered melodies of production and exploitation membranes that follow kiss to tell mesh the body mind the soul breathe the Russian spirit infinitely reproducible intricate patterns across the surface mutable digital material carefully wrought, parallel lines rectangles, circles LENA and YULIA CLOSE in moments of anxiety make those shallow rifts initials cris-crossing the topical landscape epidermal encounters inherently informed by ubiquitous authorship dig small holes in the ground and place certain chosen objects inside camouflaging traces initially skeptical Child take the floor serve the cure a la carte the beat bring forth better take heat off walls when the night calls abstract poise with a drug of choice in the palm of yours j’adore them self t<strong>aug</strong>ht boys he’ll adopt the hold revere the fold born again bring it untold push like slow bruise cruise uncontrol stress on the wrist is a story yall so breed em up breed em up share n share alike even if the bitch aint got her hair the way he like we aint doing no book from the cover right this thesis fresher than jesus well at least lets bless his fetishised features whats in the teaches of yeezus? fuck with the genre fuck with the treatise I woke up like this with stormy kokd up big eyeZ Z Z comsi come skepta rain like O MG O MG It ’s about tea time NE VER’, NE BOISYA, NE PROSI keeping composure — celebrating life welcome the world embracing optimize the potential of the poly-linked