standalone · session
nomo2
MACHINE TRANSCRIPT · SELF-TRANSCRIBED (WHISPER ASR) · NOT AN AUTHORISED TRANSCRIPT
Poetic audio piece ('nomo' = numogram) using CCRU numogram-adjacent imagery (deep time regression, subtracting identity).
Provenance
Self-transcribed from the recording's audio/video with Whisper ASR, then drawn from the frozen curation of the CCRU oral archive. The identifiers below fingerprint the exact source transcript files.
- Series
- standalone
- Duration
- 00:15:02 (~15 min)
- Words
- 1,222
- Corpus cluster
- audio-land
- Source/billing metadata (unverified)
- Unattributed (theory-fiction/poetic audio piece)
- Topics
- numogram · deep time regression · identity subtraction
- Source SHA-256 (txt)
- 6c7a7f820f2039b5e72f09332340ba24847de501dfe6411a2a3088bfa7c0e08c
- Source SHA-256 (json)
- de90f12775aefcd153eaae4505747250feccf3d5553ac5b25d99aa25cc6da17b
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Adjudicated APPROVED 2026-07-11 (basis: stage-1 acceptance ruling — lane unclear approved for opus-only hosting; mp3 tier deferred pending a disk volume). Series: standalone. Source: audio original (.mp3).
Timestamped map
These jump targets come from timestamps preserved in the source transcript, so they work as navigational anchors rather than editorially invented section labels. Timings are approximate — they mark where a passage begins, not exact word timing.
00:00:00
Liquid camouflage, hunting train time. Scales with metal, tide night. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Cold dreams, liquid cold dreams. Fast music. Splendor, splendor. Like ocean to cloud. Taking monsters and waves. Fed on flames and water. Seek to die. Seek to die. But if you lose your life.. But if you lose your life…
00:01:48
But if you lose your life.. But if you lose your life.. It hurts to be dry, to stand. Our spines were built for that. It's time to return, and they're calling us back. Everything's going under. Below the surface, it's alien. Everything's going under. Once it was a twin, now it's nothing. Unborn, absorbed into…
00:03:44
Sea caverns. The conch shell. The last. Meal. The last. Butcher's mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail mail…
00:04:28
Fly on the door. Fly on the door. Fly on the door. Fly on the door. Fly on the door. Fly on the door. Fly on the door. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Once it was a twin. Now it's nothing. A twin? Unborn. Absorbed into the system. Once it was a twin. Now it's nothing. A twin? Unborn. Unborn. Unborn. Unborn. Unborn…
00:09:16
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white…
00:10:50
Papa Moose sings Babylon. The people of Noisine break the mirror and escape to the true century. Set your clocks to maritime. We believe in a world where noise is science. Labyrinths. By my house, I feel the waves. If it's going to occur, it has. Once it was a twin. Now it's nothing. Unborn. Absorbing the system…
00:13:39
Live bait. You, my dear. Once it was a twin with a twin. Now it's now. It's not a twin. Once it was a twin with a twin. Now it's now. It's nothing but a twin. Overdubbed with death and blame. Once it was a twin with a twin. Now it's now. It's nothing but a twin. Simulating human form for its own unfathomable purposes…
00:14:22
Unborn, unborn, absorbed as exulting. Unborn, unborn, absorbed as exulting. Unborn, unborn, absorbed as exulting. Unborn, unborn, absorbed as exulting. Simulating human form for its own... its own unfathomable places. A sudden something rippling through hints of mesmeric mass, the voice of the dead in the mouth…