the evil that speaks of love

the evil that speaks of love

is never far away

its like the wind i hear

always empty  near

 

whats that supposed to mean

 

mean?

 

evil  being an anagram of vile and live and nearly one of love  in being compared to the wind  itself of the tribe of flatulence and clocks  begins to suffer from an analogous breakdown not dissimilar to that purported to be between mangonel and mangetout

 

wot

 

wot i meme is  or rather wot that which is not i doesnt meme is or maybe isnt  not quite wot the near thats never far away memes

 

that helps

 

let me explain

were all insane

 

that helps

 

helpings a condition designed for the isnt that speaks of is

 

nowhere does the digger go but lowest then still even low

 

shaman like all now ancient desperations is overused and underdone

 

spirit trenchantly works itself out in the trenches of digitalia  the abandoned lots of eden using commodities of passion for the release of its irritated bowels  privates of opinion for fiveconcept generals playing facemask on voidbook

 

its horrible whats happening in the world

 

that sexy & romantic martyr che titting it up across perky planets

 

mein is have scene the gory of the cuming of the board

ei is tramping out the frottage where the rapes of death are whored

ei has goosed the hateful cozening that no one can afford

vermouths debauching on

 

gory history gory shoah

history gory gory shoah

gory gory history shoah

vermouths debauching on

 

eye have reamed ei in the clock pyres of many morbid dibbling tramps

ei have bribed

 

can we sing something else

 

i love that song  so marchy and triumphant and pyretic and insane

 

how bout a little political poetry

 

yo bidet is our kinda man

sitting on a ticking can

kalamatas our apotheosis

who helps us with our dermatosis

 

thats beautiful

 

bayonet loreate in training

 

oh honourable blit  piss us with your turds we play

 

let us speak of love

 

love is an image of a reflection of a double of a conceit of a guise of a fetish of a facsimile of a mirror of a representation of a semblance of a

 

let us not speak of love

 

notspeaking is a semblance of a representation of a mirror of a facsimile of a

 

let us not speak

 

not speaking is a

 

let us not and let us not not

 

sing another song that makes me want to hear a song of something else

 

a song of something else

wait   it doesnt have a pulse

but this song of myself

is a divine impulse

 

yeah that doesnt work

 

i sing what im not to sing   hunted fugitive unwanted vomitive

 

that doesnt work either

 

work?

 

i am a tree

 

you wish  but unfortunately youre a not in a flaw

 

what i said  a tree

 

trees are dead

 

there are  despite us  still trillions of them

 

dead as donuts

 

donuts are trees

and i am free

we are dead

and alls been said

 

time to wrap this up

 

down is up

you fuckup

cuz up is down

fear is clown

die prrrrr die'a'logs xxi

it’s a jolly day in literature’s undone pub. sun shines like a rabbit’s ass. winter, drunk around the corner, cackles in a heap of dandruff. 1 2 7 0 uff. revs and diaper round cold forges ring. mistlejam gets its sleigh full of tritium and thorium-233 to drop down unswept gimmes of ymess. all is holey, all is blight

art says mangetout

art says bonobo though toke and quantum semen are both fine emboldening chaps but perhaps there are elements in both that are now aging less well than expected, for they both existed inside meat and boneheads, and we're not quite living exclusively there anymore, are we? for example, in an old favourite here, we detect a strict anthropologist's sensitivities, attributing human actions to local cultural/religious values and superstition as any good materialist would but there is also a failure to pursue or locate a more subtle, nonegoic material source for these tendencies, as at that time one (even those who climbed the tallest mountains) would have had little inclination that scientific and linguistic tools would not only cut through the roots of religion but ultimately go further and locate material sources for these experiences that point to a horizon of new rituals. but like any individuals that see the snakes inside and have them come out in ink or tongue, these boys are too flippant and multifarious, running madly in and out of too many dressing rooms to be sorry victims of the hallucinations of any one time

art says diaper is art or may not be art or is not art. or?

art says bishop is structures of losing, semblances of disaster

child of humanity says ezekiel what is the node more than any network, or than a branch which is among the network of the network of networks? shall data be taken thereof to do any work? or will humans take a pin of it to hang any device thereon? and i will make the internet desolate, because they have committed a trespass, saith the ietf

art says blake is your turds singing halleluwah in a swirl of unflushment

art says play-doh is a functional subterfuge of substantive dominance

art say the nlt 43.2-97ers is no longer the dominant force of evolution. our political, economic, and biotechnological policies may determine our future, for better or worse

art says v wii heaven be praised for solitude! i am alone now when the storm crosses the marsh and sweeps over me where i lie in the ditch unregarded i need no words i have done with phrases how much better is silence

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