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Brothers

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Love?

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What.

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((If they celebrated Xmas on Tellurus, this is what would have happened when Quintus was ~15 and Sextus ~10))

Dearest Family and Friends,
Merry Holidays from the Alriks! :)  We have had so many exciting things happen this year, it will be hard to get it all in one letter lol. First of all,  Julian finally made partner at the firm, and won two different awards for his design of the new government plaza downtown!! And of course I had five huge deals with three fashion houses and two book firms. So we were able to take a few more vacas than usual :) :) First we went to the family compound on the moon to wait out the winter.  Then hubby surprised me with an orbital cruise!  Of course we went skiing and sailing, and we even went on a safari on Cabieri, which Quintus loved so much! I am writing to you from the Silver Lily Spa Resort downtown, so as you can see we’ve had a very relaxing year despite all the hard work. Fortunately both Juls and I have managed to keep in shape despite the fine dining and tons of art openings, gallery parties, and industry mixers. We ran both marathons through the capital, and Juls has improved his gold handicap to 6! However since hubby bought me the new Platinum Q9 Hydrohovercar for my birthday, I have been pretty lazy about my morning jogs lol! 
Quintus turned 15 this year, and we had a “celebrity” party for him and tons of friends on the roof of the Eluxe Hotel.  It was fun having a “paparazzi” section and interviews with some rented talking heads :) He took the grand prize at the Governor’s Piano Recitals, and has already been slated for a scholarship at the very prestigious Art and Design School. Of course we have our hearts set on several of the Golden Ivy League universities— family tradition :) Quintus is on the honor roll again of course, and we can’t wait for him to enter his upperclassman years— homecoming king, president of his class, and of course all the yearbook accolades await!!! We may *have* to do quarterly newsletters to keep up with all his accomplishments lol. And of course we expect Quintus to start dating soon…take a number girls! We already have a few debutantes in mind :) :) 
Ah, time for us to head to a cocktail reception for the Design Awards Ceremony, and then we are squeezing in one more vaca on the moon. Wishing everyone a fabulous holiday season, and may your New Year be filled with joy and success. Cheers! 
XO,
Julian & Alix & sons
The Alriks

((If they celebrated Xmas on Tellurus, this is what would have happened when Quintus was ~15 and Sextus ~10))

Dearest Family and Friends,

Merry Holidays from the Alriks! :)  We have had so many exciting things happen this year, it will be hard to get it all in one letter lol. First of all,  Julian finally made partner at the firm, and won two different awards for his design of the new government plaza downtown!! And of course I had five huge deals with three fashion houses and two book firms. So we were able to take a few more vacas than usual :) :) First we went to the family compound on the moon to wait out the winter.  Then hubby surprised me with an orbital cruise!  Of course we went skiing and sailing, and we even went on a safari on Cabieri, which Quintus loved so much! I am writing to you from the Silver Lily Spa Resort downtown, so as you can see we’ve had a very relaxing year despite all the hard work. Fortunately both Juls and I have managed to keep in shape despite the fine dining and tons of art openings, gallery parties, and industry mixers. We ran both marathons through the capital, and Juls has improved his gold handicap to 6! However since hubby bought me the new Platinum Q9 Hydrohovercar for my birthday, I have been pretty lazy about my morning jogs lol!

Quintus turned 15 this year, and we had a “celebrity” party for him and tons of friends on the roof of the Eluxe Hotel.  It was fun having a “paparazzi” section and interviews with some rented talking heads :) He took the grand prize at the Governor’s Piano Recitals, and has already been slated for a scholarship at the very prestigious Art and Design School. Of course we have our hearts set on several of the Golden Ivy League universities— family tradition :) Quintus is on the honor roll again of course, and we can’t wait for him to enter his upperclassman years— homecoming king, president of his class, and of course all the yearbook accolades await!!! We may *have* to do quarterly newsletters to keep up with all his accomplishments lol. And of course we expect Quintus to start dating soon…take a number girls! We already have a few debutantes in mind :) :)

Ah, time for us to head to a cocktail reception for the Design Awards Ceremony, and then we are squeezing in one more vaca on the moon. Wishing everyone a fabulous holiday season, and may your New Year be filled with joy and success. Cheers!

XO,

Julian & Alix & sons

The Alriks

QUOTIDIAN COMMUTE OPTIONS


Q̶̸̞̝̝̠͠ͅ ́҉̘̭̝͔̥̻̜͙̫̗̪̯̙̪̲͞u҉̧͈̬̰̻̘͉̖̥̳̤͇̥̘͠ ̙̤͙̲͚̹̫̤͕̭͓͞ͅo̶̵̩͓̦̯̳̟̭̭̻̬̻͈̖͠ͅͅ ̶̛͏҉̺̯̺͉͕̱̰̭̘̳͇̬̪̭̲̼̰̦t̴̛̤͈͉̣̮̖̯͙͎̱͢͜ ̴̷̛̟̬̹͇į̪̝̮͈͔̪̜̫̦̟̦̫̲̺̀̀͝͡ͅ ̧҉̫͈̦̙̮̻̪͕̯̞̞̙̗͇͇ͅd͡͏̡̞͎͍̼͓̺̫̻̜̫̟̝̬̜̞ ̢͢͏̦̝̭̝̩I̝̻͖̱̻͖̹͝͝ͅ ͡͏͍͇̟̗͚̘̮̤̜͉͕̫̪̤̀ͅͅa̲̝͓͓̗̝̺͎̜͚͘͟͡ ̴̳̫̲̹̹͖̟̮̖̥̦͍͉̫͕̝̜̰̀͞ͅn̶̹̦̼̠͔͍͉͢͝ ̴̢͙͖͚͔̼̕͢͝ ̭̠̘̬̩̥̬̰̺̮̪̪̘̣̬͎͟͡͞ ̷̸̜͓̟͕̮̳̩̹͍̦͖͍̼̞̗͖͠ͅC̵͔͍͎̹̞̗̬̺͇̣̥̩̠̥̜̳̀ͅ ̻͎͕͔͔͕̙͎̝͍̟͖̭͖̣̕͞͝͝ͅo̭̞͍̰͈̜͚̲͉̼̥̘͖̹̥͞ͅ ͏̨̳͓̹̯̣̞̫̯̮͉̞̣̭̝̰̬͟ͅm̢̧̰̰͎͎̥̳̼̟͚̰̦̗̦͔͔̩̠̕ ͏̨͘͡҉̣̩̫̰̤̘͔̩m̵̢͇͙̲̠̖̦͢͞ ̷̧̭͙̣̙̣̼͘ų̢͜͞͏̯̥̞̲̳ ̷̤̦͍̺͈͕͓͎͈͈̕͜͢͡t̶̸͘͢͏͔̩̪̦̬̦͇ ̷̷̧̛͕̙̤͎̠̖̗̯͖̠e̛͍̠̤͈̺̖͚̪̗̦̪̠̭͙͉̻͎ͅ ̷̧̥̭͕̼̯̲̤̙̜̞̭̗̼͔̀͜͢ ̀͏̯̖̀ͅ ̛͇̪̞̟̬̣̳͇̱͉̼̙̬͇̜̼̦̻̕͜Ơ̩̺̖̫̰̭̳̪̫͈̼̝̮͕͈̩̣͢ͅ ͏͏̸̱͎̙͈̹͍̀p̴̧͔̹̤͖̼ ̧̛̹̣͇͓͓̩͔͠t̷̗̗̣͓̩͎̻̦̣̳̪̣͓̥͖̟̦̕̕ ̲̫͖̠͙̺̘͎͉͞í̴̜͕̹͔̣̙̥̹̮̱͎̯͍̥͕̙͖͡ͅ ̡̩̗͚̥̬͕͍̣́̕o͏̼̘͉̘̱̭͇̻̜̰̙ ̪̖̤̖̹͓͔͍̭̮͍͍̩͇̟͈̦̦͜͞n̩̣̻̟̬̥̝̠̪̮̟̭͖̯̯̙̕͟ͅͅ ̵͉͙̮̝̙̘̞̬̣̹͉̦̜͚͕̼͟ͅͅs͔̻̟͓̪̙͓̩͔͕̠͍̻̹͟͝ ̛̳̠͚̝͍͡

fuck up going up
fuck up the middle
fuck up going down
mini fuck up
normal fuck up
maxi fuck up

I̪̞̥̦̩̗͚̫͍̠̼͓̝̰̖̖̊ͥ͗ͭͧͩ͂͒̎ͩ̍ͧ̌͂̈́ͅf͕͙͚͓͂̇͊̎̔̚ ̥̦̦̯̘̹̠̗̟̮͓͋ͤͣ̉̋́ͪ͋̒͊̚ͅͅͅͅy͍̘̺͍̣̬̻̠̝̙̜̙̗͇͇͇̩ͪ̇ͬͮ͋͋͊̀̏͊̆̾̑o̪̱̯̞̱̠ͦͤ̈́͆͂̇̂͐͌̀ú̳͍̪̗̝̹̝̲͇̿͑͆̋ͯ͂̈́͑̆ ͚̘̗̹̗̭̫͇̖̳̟͈̩̟͗̒ͤ̈́̈́́̑̔͊ͮ͌ͨ̏ḁ̞̻̪̮̲͍̖̙̦̺̰̼̞̩͖̜ͣ͐ͩ̓̒̇͋͆̾̊ͧṟ̫̩̩̜̥̮̗̮̖̗̩̲̞̮̱͙̯̯ͣ̅͂̋ͫ͑ë͕̻̥̲͚̫͈̰̽̏̿ͦ͗ ͉̫̟͔͖̣͈̘͕͖̑ͫ̇ͤ́̓̏͛̍̌͋̅̈́ͦ͗̎͊ͣṇ̳̺͓̩̙̬̮͍̜̻̜̘͈̞̫̈́ͧ͂̄̐̔͒̽̾̅͐̃̎ò̙͎͚̠̮͚̗̹͎̬͙̱̥̙̄͗͂ͩͫ͗ͤ͊ͧͩͮ̚t̞̙͙̘̫̰͇͗̑̍̽̌͌͊̉ͩͭ̚ ͎̼̘̟̖̗͍̟̩̈́ͦ͂ͥͭ͐̑̍̽ͧ͑͊̾͛̏t̥͈̻̖͚̩͙͓͙͇̤͇͈̑̂̈̿ͭ͑h̘͕̖̒ͬ͋ͫe̝̣̺̦̰͍͈͖ͮ͋̾͗̄ ̗͍̲̮̱̰̘ͩ̌̅̉͑̇̎ͤ̌ͬͅC̯̗̩̤̳̣̙̯̞̞̅̒͑́͊̍͒ͅo̟̮̻̥̯ͤ͗̇̿͛̊̈͋ň̼̻̼̭̗̤͇̰̬͔̗̠̮͖̽͌̆̎̚s͉͍̠͔͙̳̣̠̻̲͔͈ͥ̊͊ͥ͆͋́̉̓̽ͩ͂ͪ̀ͤ̍ͨ̆ͯu̫͔̫͚̭͓̳͙͈͔͙̻͍̟̙̅̈́ͬ̄̄ͦ̋ͬ̃ͥ͐ͪͨ̌̓͒̽ͫm̖̦̫̣̤ͩ̾̋ͩ̏ͣ͆̓ͤͣ̃ͬ̏́̎͌e̻͖͍̮̝̲͇̭̲̣̊͐̅ͪ͋͊ͨ̅̉͑̋̈r̤̗̪̭͍̥̠͔̙̼͎͚̞͍̺̼̫̙̹̋͂͗ͫͤ͒͒̓
͓̜̟̫̄̽́̿̔ͫͩ́ͣ̂̀ͨ̃ͫ̍̋ͫ̏ͣY̱̟̯̯̺̫̜̳͔͕͖͔̓ͮ͊̑͑̉̿̆̐ͥ͑o̩̘͈̮͈̟̭̙̱̙̗̣͌̇͊̀ͮ̒̍̅͆͑ͩ̽ͧͤ̄̊u̲͉̟̮̠͙̫ͤͬ́͊ͪ̎ ̜̪̥͈̹͚͍͕͔̝͚̺̝͖̣̺̏ͦ̔ͬͥͪ̍̄̎ͧ̎ͯ̚̚ā̖̼͖̱͖̓͆͛͋̍͛̎̓͌ͤ̃͌̈́̅ͭr̼͙͓̬͎̬̠̮̞̤̅̋̈e̬̮͚̠̰ͧ̑ͧ͂͌̊̑͗̇̂ͧ̂ͬ̍͊̐͌ ̣̼̫̘͉͍̝͉͉̥̮̠ͥ̔̓̒ͬͦ̀̽͐ͧͪͣ͑ͫ̏̚t̖̫̣͕͕̠̯̦̤̬̫͕̄ͩ̌͛ͯͥ̽̋ͦͧ͌̂ͧͤ̎ͅh̻͎̮̜̓̐ͭ̂̆̽͗̅̋̆̍ë̻͈̺̯̤̝̯̭̦̘̗͍̥̻̠ͨͥͬ͆ͅ ̦͈̠̯̘̝̼̹̞͍̪͉̠̽̄̇̈ͩ̍̃ͅP͔͍̬̜̲͓͕ͩͩ̍̈́͐̉̒ͥ̊́͋̑̔r͕̖͓̙̻̼̭̯͕̙̜͕͚̗̳̙̹̣ͩ̂̑̀̏o̗̲̩̜̯̮̽̃̃͊͆͋͊ͥ͛͋̓ḏ͓͚̰͙̤̘̜͍͖̞ͮͬ̓͐̓́ͧ̈́͌̒͒u̳͕̩̻̫͓̦̱͙̯̩̰̘̳̮̯͒̋͗̔̈͆ͪͫ͗̚c̟̤̞̠̘̰̲͉̰̙͚̪͍̩̟̳͓̺̣ͭ̎̀̆ͩͭ̓̇̍̓ț͇͓͎̺̘̹͈̭͇͙̱̠̟̖̲̖̲̊͆ͥ͋̽̍̑̀͂́̇͊͛ͨͪ̃̓̇͗ͅ
̗͓̖̙̝͙͎̠͉̽͛̇̈ͅI̫͔͇̪͛ͦͯ̋ͭͬ̽ͥ̐̿̑̒ͯͩf͕̲̜̟̞̭͙̩͔̗͓̌̽ͯ͋͆̓̔̿̈́̂̐ͥͫ͋ͥͨ̄ ͎̮͈͔̠̤̩̣̓̍̊͑̓͗ͭ͛͋̿̇ͪͧ͒̑͗ͬy̥̮̥͉̻̜̥̠̳̞̋̀̅̐͆ͫ̆̈ͮ̃̓̔ͧ͊̏o̮̱͖̩͚̺͎͍̰̳̣ͤ̾͊ͣ͐̅ͯ̑̄͒͗̇̅̃̐u̠̻̞̳̖͇͔͎̥̳͇̱̣̹͒ͦͨ͊ͨͅ ̻̰̱̜̱̤͇̟̻͎̻̘̪͇̫͇̹͛ͪ̔̿ͫͅa͍̼̪̦̻̺̦̪̣͖ͫ̂ͥ̈́̆̋ȑ͍̩͚͓̹̥̺̦̭̾̑ͯ̎̿̏e͓̭̬͍̖̪̞̫̫̪͒͆̋͋̿̐̆͂̒̊͛͒ͪ̿̒̏̆ ̭̜̫̪̱̭̀̃͑ͧ̿̄̽̍̑͑̅͐͋̑n̲̞̝̼̰͓̼͔͌ͮ͛ͣ̀͛ͯ̌ͤ̓̈̊ͮͬ̂̉o͖̯̘͎̗̖̭̫̟͎̭̤̠͊̐̐̿͆̂ͧt̮̼͕̺͙͍̣̦͛̐̐̏̂̾ ̫̺̳͇̤̫̔̃̒͆͆̇̉͆̂ͤ̈̎t̳͓̰̜͕̜̣͚̹̲̭̔̌̔̃̀̊́ͧ̾ͥ̎ͯ̅͑ͫ̃ͩ̚h͎̭̬̼̰̺̣͎̲̬̦͈͖̟͔͍̗̊͆ͯ̄ͮ́̐͋͛ͭ̎̅̐̌̐̚̚ě̱̻̗̹̯̻̗͕̏ͥ̏̃̿ͥ͊ ̯̭̪̼̪̙̪̝͎̣͉̟̤͖ͬͬ̋ͥ͊̅͋̊͒̇͑̿̀ͅͅṔ̻̙̣̜̣́̓ͯ͗ͯ̋̚ͅr͔͈̗̰̦̦̪ͯ̓ͤ̂̃́̔̋ͦ̽ͬ̓͂̊ỏ͍͙̟̯̞͓̙̣̟̯̬̂̈́͑ͣͬ̓̀̅̿̚d̪̻͉̮̳̘̯͖͇̤̱͉͎̝̏ͥͬͮ̆ͬ̿̌͛̆ͩ̈́̉͑̚u͕̠̤͍͖̗̘̜̗͍͖̠̻͒ͪ̽̓c̥̬͔̹͚̳͖̻̺̪ͧ̈ͪ́ͬ́̈́̒̆̽͊ͨ͛͌̋ͫͬͅe̻̹̻̘͇̘̳͈͎̖͈̣̊̿͗̋r̗̜̬̥̼͇͈͎̤͈̩̬̮ͬ̏̾̄̐͗̐ͥ͗̏̈́͆ͅ ̫͕͕̜̪͕̟̱̗̟͍̖̃̾̍̄ͣ̌ͦ̈̒̏ͦ̓̏ͅ
͇͈͈̝̰͓̪̖͖͇̬̼̣͓̰̞̮̝ͩ̒̆̐ͫ͑̆̌ͨY̮̗̯͙̘͎̹̔ͥ̍̍͗̂̐͛ͤ̅ͅo̮̯̮̮͚̘̿̈ͬ̽̋ͪ̈̐ͨ͛u͖̻̺̹̝̥ͯͮ͛̄̋͆͒ͥ̾͑ͭͣ̒ͧͫ̓ͮ̚ ̪͙̞̖̣̹̲̫̼̘̜̪̱͕́͛͌̃̅̈̈́ͬ͆ͯ̈́̀͗́ͫͮ̇̑ͪa̹͖̣̲͕͙͚͍̩͔͚̮̫̜ͮ̃̾͊ͤ͂̊͗̿̀r̠̻̳̹͗͌̊̽̅͑ͤ̔̍̅ͥé̟̳̥̣̟͎̣̜̙͕̣̥̮͎̮͇̋̊̈́͆ͭ̆͂̍ͪͨͭ̓̚ ͓͔̝̦͎̖̠̭͔͉͔͕̤̩͇̦̹̬̣̊̀̑͋̀̅͑̎t̼̪̘̪̝͈͖̱̗̯͉̜̥͓̽ͨͮͥ̓̎ͥͬ̀̍̔̇̏̈́ͬ́͌ͅḫ̰̖͙̙̖͚̺̳̯̣̗̑ͤͭͨ͑ë̗̙̹͙͓̰̞̬͙͈̲̰͇́͋ͫ̑̏̒̈̊ͨ̓̽͋ͧͭ̐ͭ ̜̠̝̖̫̪̪̼̦͓̲̼̳̪͙̔́̓͋ͅC͚̞̬̯̩̥̺̯͓̣̞̯̞͒̀͐ͧͤ̑̈́͋o̯͕̖̙̅ͩ̔̾̂͐̓͛̈́̈́ͧ̊͐̾̏ͥͫ̓̚n̦̣͈̲̩̙̙̖͖̲̯̬̙͍̰ͫ̿ͩ̓ͦͪ̌͗̏̀̃̇̈̎̈́̾ͭ̑̚s̖̘͍̹͖̪̟̹̗̩ͧ̂͗̃̾̒ͬ͒̓ͧ̈͗ͪͭͯͣ̚u͖̪̹̘͎ͨ̽ͬ̐̔ͅm͖̰̼̼̼͓̻̬̼̗̣͕̄̌̌ͯ̃̀͊̍͌̈́̀̇͒͊e̹͍̬̲͚̟̤͚͍̣͔͕͆̾͆ͥ̄̎̋d͓̱̼̳̝̖͌́̅͑͆̔̈͌̏͒͐ͤ̓̌͒.̼̮̟͇̙̠̬̰̮͋̏̈̄ͤ̽ͅ ͎͙̤͕͉͓̱͔̓͋̾̈ͪ͆̒͒̍͌ͪ͒͐̆̽͌̚
̲̱̫̬͚̄̊̿̒
̲̹̼̟͙̰̯̦̺̘̦̟̬̯̻̳͐̍͐ͬ̂̈̀͗̇̒ͥͮͅͅͅ
̟̥̲̺̱̫̤̯͕̙̣̪̝̻ͥͨ̏̐̅̋̆̔ͣ̍ͫ̋̊ͫ̊̓̚N̳̫̦͈͖̥̜̺̮͙̂̅͒̍ͧͦͪ̏̅ͨŎ̹̠̹̅̈̒̀ͬ̍̆̓.̗̼̣͙̱͖̦̦̣̭̬̺̮̆ͭ̉͋ͯ̅̌͗͒̇̀̆ͧ̾ͤ̏̎ ͙͙͖͇̜̬͈̦̦̠̞͈̥͉̂͛̈́̊̽̄̅̑ͫͭͭ̓ͣ

If you are not the Consumer
You are the Product
If you are not the Producer
You are the Consumed


N O.

fuck up going up
fuck up the middle
fuck up going down
mini fuck up
normal fuck up
maxi fuck up

N O

1. Son, Deleted (natural or unnatural)
2. Daughter, Stillborn
3. Unknown, Deleted
4. Son, Deleted (?)
5. Quintus
6. Twins
__6.1 Son, Died newborn
__6.2 Sextus


Mother never told me but I believe I was a conjoined twin they chose to keep me alive then realized they picked the wrong one

I am a mistake

What happened to the others?

Is my reflection only me

"You look like your brother"

Which…?


No.

No.

A substitute simulacra of broken bloodties
Severed electric veins of
anthropomorphic prosthetics
Latent latex recalls
disembodied DNA
Reprogram reproduction to be
Nonreplicating of the family history
Redesign desire to define
Not who i was
Or what i am without you
I want to find out
Before I am declared incompatible
obsolete
Deleted

No.

I want to feel you hesitate
I want to feel you pull away
I want to feel you realize
That I am not love come to play


__________________________________/G Numan, Pure|_______


No.

Youre just the viewer
So cold and distant
Ive no intentions
Of saying I love you


There are no faces
This is my complex
You are my picture
I call you `mirrors

These are not my tears
Not my reflection
Am I a photo?
I cant remember


No.

__________________________/lyrics-Gary Numan,Conversation|

You’re a voyeur junkie, you’re a problem boy
The peeping Toms regard you as their toy
The keyboard cowboys have stolen your voice
You’d like to give it up but you haven’t got a choice

You’ve got a morbid fascination and a twisted view
You want big brother to spy on you
The trouble is (and you know it’s true)
You like to be watched and be the watcher, too
You tap your Morse from your specimen jar
You are the audience, you are the star

You like to be watched and be the watcher, too

You’ve got mail - you’d better read it or you will become detached
And you wouldn’t want that
Would you?

You like to be watched and be the watcher, too

WIRE - Being Watched

No.

Did you imagine your image was imagined?
Imagineered
Imaginnovation
Imaginephilim
Imagineurosis
No.

YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED
YOU HAVE BEEN DEVISED
🔺
No.

H A L O H A L L O H O L L O W
No.