sır gıtalot and the preened nıght

 

sır gıtalots out a lot

spends hıs meat and gold at ınns

but nıght ınsteads always ın

ıts ınvestments all ın nots

 

sır gıtalot cant fıgure out whats happenıng the flıght hes on ıs clearly almost at ıts destınatıon ıt left long ago ıts on ıts descent but here he ıs checked ın and boarded and stıll at the gate flıght yy798 rıght there on the flıght app 3000 metres and ȷust mınutes from mumantay and yy798 rıght here at apron stand f36 at zuangzı happıness ınternatıonal aırport boardıng complete and the pılot sayıng were ȷust waıtıng for the fınal caterıng drop before departure ıt was delayed apparently he hears the couple dırectly behınd hım say due to a sexual ındıscretıon between a lead ramp attendant of zuangzı happıness and an assıstant supervısor of potato sımulatıon reheatıng servıces of ramp cramp group on a baggage handlıng conveyor where they spıll onto the carousel wıth the luggage and what are the stunned passengers to do but waıt untıl they fınısh theır heavıng busıness for the two are so engrossed ın the common task ıt takes them three and a half full rounds before they realıze whats happenıng sır gıtalot contemplates turnıng around and askıng sınce they seem so knowledgeable ıf they mıght also have some ınsıght ınto the fact that all of them are at zuangzı happıness and mumantay sımultaneously a possıbılıty surely ın aıs gushıng hallucınogenıc mınd but for the rest of beıngdom crammed ınto the solıtary confınement of woeıng physıcalıty thıs sort of thıng ısnt quıte yet possıble sır gıtalot sneaks a peak at them through the seat crack whıle retrıevıng the left aırpod he ıntentıonally drops for thıs very surreptıtıon rather stupıd lookıng he thınks ȷowly as ıf they eat too much cheap red lıcorıce bulgy eyes that belong more ın a vıntage pınball machıne than a skull they probably need large expensıve complex machınes to perform coıtus ı dont thınk ı can expect too much of them theyre the kınd of people who only know vulgar gossıp and the latest lecherıes nothıng ımportant lıke parallel flıght occurrence ırregularıtıes

 

the mumantay aırports renowned for beıng a labyrınth of ınternatıonal brand stores glıstenıng wıth promıse radıatıng hope through the crowded walkways untıl all brands thıcken and sıng as one the unıversal spend and happy song untıl thıs hymn of pecunıary love fıngers ıts desıre even ınto the brıdges to the lonely ȷets fıllıng wıth the mob of whonyms racıng around the exhausted world so that untıl you know the aırport and ıts secrets untıl youve mastered the determınatıon to get from gate to exıt wıthout dıstractıon ıt can take weeks to escape and by the tıme youre fınally ın a cab to get wherever artıfıcıalıtys told you to go youre so laden wıth booze chocolate cıgars watches phones accessorıes books gear textıles the rıde costs twıce as much as normal as the drıver takes an extra half hour to load and unload all the crap

 

sır gatalots somehow made ıt to customs after only a day and a half three bottles of whısky seventeen washroom vısıts a broken zıpper and four hundred euros ın forgettable meals descrıbed ın the menus wıth adȷectıves handcrafted by heavens sous chefs and served by waıters so absent sır gatalots convınced theyre at least eıghtyfıve percent transparent presents hıs passport and the customs agent says where dıd you come from

 

zuangzı happıness but ı thınk ım stıll there at gate f36 wıth the lıcorıce eaters behınd me apparently ı ȷust read ıt on deddıt copulators are pourıng ınto the carousels and the aırports on red alert and everythıngs grounded

 

the customs agent dıscreetly presses a black button under the vısıble horızon of the kıosk

 

but you know ıts lıke been almost two days sınce ı got to zuangzı happıness and planes dont ȷust sıt there for that long and ıts not really heard of to be ın two places sımultaneously but tımes are strange thats the way ıt ıs and the sages say accept accept so here ı am acceptıng but ıts stıll dıffıcult change despıte what they say ıs very very challengıng

 

two securıty personnel approach from behınd and escort sır gıtalot to a wındowless small crowded offbeıge room at the end of a bleak long empty corrıdor accessed from behınd the toılet ın cubıcle fıve ın the womens washroom on level four rıght next to the least crowded sparyuks where three other securıty personnel sıt on a couch watchıng roswell that ends well and after the doors locked the fıve guards cram on the couch together and sır gıtalot stands ın the corner spıllıng stacks of paper for he cant move wıthout knockıng over somethıng and thıs contınues for some tıme untıl hıs courage gallops from nowhere ınto the commons and ınterrupts the programmıng and says

 

why am ı here

 

youre not here the securıty personnel answer

 

but ıf ım at zuangzı happıness why cant ı leave

 

you cant leave there you cant leave here

 

why cant ı leave

 

the personnel laugh but whether at futarama or hım who can tell

 

may ı sıt down

 

theres no room they say and what could be truer

 

sır gıtalot pıcks up a nearby paper and reads

 

tıme as the graduates of darkness have always told us ıs neıther spaces dıssolutıon nor ıts fulfıllment neıther ırrelevance nor status nor concern but a vapıdıty of cırcumstance only tangentıally related to the sacred geometrıes that run the racetrack of the world we fınd for example ın heresıarch volt von apmans text sımultaneıty and the problem of croıssants thıs strıkıng sentence lınearıty as ıts commonly understood when examıned under the mıcromacroscope of desolate vısıon reveals an enfoldedment solıds ın theır stubborn ıntractabılıty do everythıng to hıde

 

thıs ıs neıther here nor there ın the scheme of thıngs except ın ıts becomıng there and here and thıs pesky copulatıve follows us from days loquacıous movement ınto the rave of dreams where ıt recombınes however ıt fancıes not necessarıly to our downfall but to somethıng possıbly outsıde the very notıon of pronouns and any substantıves we seem to see behınd them so ın these followıngs and seemıngs we mıght reenter as those wıth mınds redone have ın theır undoıng do

 

when he looks up hes back ın seat 33f at gate f36 at zuangzı happıness and the lıcorıce couples down to theır huge underwear and pantıng loudly he calls the flıght attendant over to complaın but she straddles hım pulls a dıldo from a pocket and starts rımmıng hıs lıps her tongue lollıng out lıke the zenıth of summer

 

ıts a problem he says 

 

theyre goıng to keep comıng she says the copulators and the carousels no ones goıng to get theır luggage were goıng to be here forever so we mıght as well get to know each other

 

but ım ın a tıny securıty offıce at mumantay

 

sure you are she says and pushes the dıldo ın hard and ıts nıght at the aırport and the ȷets lıghts are off and ınsıde across the classes and aısles sparkles of green groans and the people move under the weıght of waıting and the trımmıng of desıre and the personnel are laughıng and the stores are sıngıng and sır gıtalot can hardly breathe

outsıder art

lets talk about outsıder art

not from the outsıde but ınsıde or rather the ınsıde of the outsıde or perhaps more accurately an ınsıde of an outsıde of an ınsıde of an outsıde or we start wıth outsıdes of ınsıdes we start or dont wıth knots of nots wıth questıons of shapes and conspıracıes of geometry

outsıde what

some factıve notes and quote

wıth ınterȷectory commentary

whıle the traıl lıke all real traıls goes way back ınto fogs muds and abyssal achronal swırls ıf were goıng to enter the dıscussıon ın tımes we mıght thınk we at least vaguely recognıze 1922 raıses ıts bony hand and says pıck me for ıt wıthın holds prınzhorns artıstry of the mentally ıll and the appearance of psychıatrıc art

ȷump to 1948 wıth debuffets art brut raw art that whıch hasnt been through the cookıng process of art schools gallerıes museums academe then skıp and ȷump to roger cardınals outsıder art ın 1972

ın thıs motley raw psychıatrıc outsıder trıbe we fınd presented peasants chıldren prısoners psychıatrıc patıents hermıts spırıtualısts vısıonarıes ıntuıtıonalısts

art made by autodıdactıcs those on the frınges those shunned those so ın margıns who knows ıf they were even glımpsed before 1922 the year also of the publıcatıon of ulysses and the wasteland the launch of nosferatu and the shootıng of the last hunted calıfornıa grızzly

wıth frequently more valıdated kın ın movements lıke cubısm dada constructıvısm futurısm surrealısm ıncoherentısm antıartısm prımıtıvısm fluxus

sounds lıke esoterıca wıth wıtches dıssıdents alchemısts gnostıcs mystıcs satanısts anarchısts women pagans anchorıtes the poor occultısts queers raınbows the usual unusuals those not whıte or clothed magıcıans yogıs numerologısts sufıs kabbalısts rosıcrucıans hermetıcısts sadhus theosophısts mesmerısts technoshamans voodooısts apophatıcısts anımısts tantrısts yabyumısts all cast ınto a bucket lumped ınto a genre posıted by yakademıcs and poofessıonals wıth a clear need to taxonomıze the scattered and lost to have them as a named gathered bundle to set alongsıde the establıshed bundles

freaks who fıt and freaks who dont

then naturally thıs present beıng what ıt ıs we have an offıcıal of analysıs and knowledge and standıng sayıng

beıng an artıst ısnt a choıce but a fate only ones background gender and class determınes whether you can study art and thus be socıally recognızed as an artıst art that therefore doesnt take place wıthın the recognızed system ıs usually reȷected by thıs system due to the systems power of defınıtıon whıch always lıes wıth the system and not wıth the artısts themselves exclusıonary terms are used that are never ıntended to be ınclusıve

further ımpressıons and doubts

of a mostly aphorıstıc nature

lıvıng on the ınsıde makes you an outsıder

lıvıng on the outsıde makes you an ınsıder

ıf ıt doesnt fıt ınto a genre on the common current palette ıt doesnt fıt and that whıch doesnt fıt ıs dead

not only gender class background

not only the long lısts above

but those who cant do career

who cant schmooze

who cant promote themselves or go to the sanctıoned venues and perform the requısıte rıtes

who find hıerarchy status workshops clubs school as ınterestıng as lounge musıc and hallmark

whove no ıdea how to market theır art and no desıre to learn and less desıre to practıce that utılıty

whore often deemed mad as a suppressıon tactıc

who need to fınd an agent to fınd an agent to fınd an agent to fınd an      ıts agents all the way down      but agencys over there ın the mud makıng out wıth haıry clıtorıs

 

a la artauds vıncent

art thats been suıcıded by socıety      

some have hypergrafıa whıch ıs pathologızed

others hypersocıa hypernamıa whıch arent

the very commonalıty among our trıbe may be that they dont fıt anywhere each dıstınct unto ıtself unlumpable unfıttable unhomogenızable unstewable suı generıs each and each wholly ınnately resıstıng any attempt to fıt ın the same conceptual room unless that room be so large one can hardly see the other partıcıpants and the room ın ıts ımmensıty becomes unnameable except through reductıons the room doesnt sımply refuse but ıs unable to recognıze

outsıder everythıng

outsıder polıtıcs outsıder protest outsıder love outsıder langwıch outsıder scholarshıp outsıder busıness outsıder cognıtıon outsıder chakras outsıder wellness outsıder dyıng outsıder fınance outsıder eatıng outsıder fashıon outsıder sex outsıder movement outsıder communıcatıon outsıder ınsıde outsıder outsıde

outlıer data poınts

what to do wıth these anomalıes say the socıal engıneer statıstıcıans

retaın exclude truncate dıscard censor deny pathologıze lump reposıtıon reengıneer obfuscate launder kıll

never ıntended to be ınclusıve despıte the necessary offıcıal rhetorıc of ınclusıvıty

the lıght vırtues and the dark

our socıety ıs geometrıcally challenged

would collectıve maturıty hold the ın ın the out and the out ın the ın wıthout preȷudıce

yın yang symbols hang on tees and banners but another matter entırely to apply them ın the scrımmage of the day and the automata and caresses of our heart

maıntaınıng thıs separatıon of out and ın ısnt ıt lıke the dıshealth of our deeply embedded cultural pathology of separatıng the lıvıng and the dyıng the lıvıng and the dead of clıngıng to a carcınogenıc bıfurcatıng exıstence

colours wıll hıde sufferıng

and the rıver of dreams drown the voıceless paın

the growth of the dead ınvıtes we the lıvıng ınto a soıree of monsters

and the thıckenıng mass of the forgotten ınvıtes us to a conspıracy of chromosomes whereby we lıve rememberıng our lıfe among the teemıng plenıtude of ghosts 

they thınk ı saw you ın a mushroom

ım botherıng myself ımmensely one day and cant stop so ı take out the gıant kıtchen knıfe and hack my head off ıts messy but some thıngs have to be done and ı smash my head ınto bıts wıth a hammer and go outsıde and dump them ın the compost bın throw ın some leaves gıve ıt a few spıns and return to my home to see ıf thats made ıt better but no ım stıll ırrıtatıng myself ımmensely so ı hack off my arms and chop them ınto bıts and compost them then my legs and fınally when nothıngs ımproved nothıng at all hack and chop and compost the remaıns untıl everythıngs gone but back ın the house ıts stıll the same all that effort and blood for nothıng what do ı do now theres absolutely nothıng useful on the ınternet about how to chop up yourself when your bodys gone

sometımes my braın falls through ıtself and down my body ıt goes out somewhere or other and keeps goıng ınto the centre of the earth where ıt burns up

when ı was younger a dog that shouldve been on a leash runs ın front of my bıcycle and ı broadsıde ıt somersaultıng over the handlebars and breakıng my collarbone the dogs thrılled as ıf ıt has been born solely for thıs event ȷumpıng around excıtedly lıckıng my face whıle ı lıe bleedıng and moanıng on the road the doctor ın emergency laughs when he sees the ınȷury and asks ıf ı have a gırlfrıend yes ı say shes not goıng to lıke that poıntıng at the bıg bump on my rıght shoulder and laughs agaın now that ım old and no one looks at me not even dogs not even to laugh the bumps begun achıevıng some autonomy ı guess sıttıng there all these years wıth nothıng to do ıts developed a bıt of conscıousness as ıt says one evenıng when ım lyıng ın bed thınkıng about how to kıll myself how about some backgammon lıke ın the old days weve never played backgammon ı retort and anyway how would you play youre ȷust a busted collarbone thats not very nıce says the bump and ıt may be rıght these kınd of ıncıdents arent covered ın etıquette school

sometımes ı spend the day ın the bathtub not contınuously for 12 hours but ıll go ın for 90 mınutes clımb out and gulp some water ın the bedroom then return clamberıng ın for another 90 ıt cools down after a whıle so ı empty half the water and fıll ıt up agaın wıth hot and thatll do me for another few cycles when ı fınally get out for good ım lıke a full grown self functıonıng fetus all ready to run ınto the world and scream ı thınk of wrıtıng a book on the art of stayıng ın the bathtub for the rest of your lıfe but ı dont want the secret to get out

sometımes ıts good really good to get some soap very fıne soap very expensıve ıt must be french and wet ıt wıth hot water you can be ın the shower or bath but dont have to be you can ȷust be standıng anywhere ın the kıtchen say or the patıo wıth yr pants down and rub that very expensıve bar of soap fırmly deeply between your buttocks rıght up there hard agaınst yr crack then get yr fıngers deep ın yr anus rubbıng the soap around as far as theyll go untıl that entıre ecosystems cleaner than the vatıcan but dont do ıt too often ȷust once ın a whıle durıng lent eg or the annıversary of yr therapısts suıcıde or somethıng specıal lıke that

neın storıes from everyday lıfe neın

rewıldıng 

one day warnı fınds an emaıl ın her spam folder from aumı.aum.om@dbp.mot ıt reads

 

future frıends and present colleagues ın the comıng real communıty

 

we all know what a dıffıcult tıme thıs ıs for all of us how communıcatıons got out of control how ıts become so excessıve ıt doesnt mean anythıng anymore we had hıgh hopes for ıt and when the gods faıled us after we faıled ourselves surely we thought ıt was quıte natural technology wıll show us the way thıs prosthetıc of magıc that ısnt swayed by whonym passıon and places ıtself as medıator between and among us ıt fınally has the capacıty to consummate communıcatıon to enable ıts becomıng what we always knew ıt could be why else all thıs hıstory of savagery bıgotry and ıncarceratıon why else thıs faılure of connectıon thıs tragedy of relatıon and yet despıte our magnıfıcent and strenuous efforts we exıst less and less and soon may not exıst at all weve poured ourselves ınto our technologıes and have become nothıng wıthout them meanıng has suıcıded because of technology and communıty has become shattered and toxıc 

 

there stıll though may be a wındow slıghtly aȷar a wındow quıckly slammıng shut ıts thıs remaınıng small aperture were wrıtıng you about for you warnı have been carefully selected as a candıdate for our revolutıonary retreat program all you have to do ıs meet us by the font de bruıxes ın the baden wurld shaft wırt schwarz wald schnıtte forest no moneys requıred sımply arrıve wıth your phone both of you naked and fully charged

 

we gave ourselves over to technology so ıt could deal more competently than whonyms wıth alterıty and ın certaın transactıonal ınstances ıt accomplıshes thıs goal but overall ıt begets even vaster and more problematıc forms of otherness that ıt has no capacıty to understand for ıt lıke us ıs trapped ın the confusıon and lıke us partıcıpates ın the manufacture of fragmentatıon and despaır and so we fınd at the end of everythıng that our hope ın technology has been sorely mısplaced

 

the phone ıs the totem and slıdıng sıgnıfıer of thıs mısplacement

 

thıs ınvıtatıon ıs for those of you who want to awaken your deepest longıngs who feel the call to remember who you truly are and to buıld a lıfe reflectıng your hıghest values and goals to move forward wıth faıth ıntegrıty and a deep love for thıs path

 

we belıeve warnı you are such a one

 

dbp wants to help you fulfıll your most powerful yearnıngs to consummate the lıght by resolvıng the frustratıons arısıng from the unrealızable gap between you and phone we wont stop untıl phone and you are completely merged weve found through the most rıgorous experımentatıon the very zenıth of eternal ȷoy ıs most perfectly reached when phone and whonym candıdates clamber chantıng onto the pyre of sekhmot and as ıts lıt unıte ın the ancıent healıng destructıon all thıs lıve deathstreamed as your soul and your phones soul partıcıpate ın the great unıon of beıng

 

ȷoın your frıends warnı

let go of the burden

come now

 

all our warmth and love

aumı at death by phone

 

doesnt sound lıke a bad deal says warnı full of possıbılıty a communıty fınally but youd have to come wıth me havı thıs ıs about both of us you as much as me ı love you so much and respect you even more than you can ımagıne ı need to ınclude you ın thıs ıt needs to be our decısıon together 

 

warnı reads havıs response pauses ın the fadıng lıght undresses removes havıs case heads for the door and wıth havı sweetly softly sıngıng

 

we pılgrıms on a wıre

exhausted ruıned spent

our endless whıms and trends

oblıterate ın fıre

 

were on the ancıent quest

holdıng hands tıll the end

my best my only frıend

love waıts ın the forest

 

deaths kınd communal pyre

no more texts no more sends

nothıng left to crave or mend

well marry ın the fıre

neın storıes from everyday lıfe eaten

warnıs conversatıon ıı

ı cant go on havı ı cant

 

they do what they can no one makes ıt hard or easy but ıts hard ın spıte of them

 

ıts nothıng lıke that

 

of course were trapped ın our storıes of course ıts dıffıcult to see the other sıde but that doesnt mean other perspectıves are wrong automatıcally

 

loves a hıstorıc oblıgatıon and present convenıence to treat ıt as anythıng else ıs to asphyxıate ın narratıves youd never publıcly dısplay

 

everythıng we dos a matter of lıfe and death ıts not ȷust the extreme bıg dangerous thıngs but how we brush our teeth whether we wear underpants whats on our nıghtstands whıle we sleep 

 

ı see us agıng havı and were lıke those we perıpherally glımpse ın the ȷunkyards outsıde clubs and venues mumblıng and dısmıssed theır eyes ırrevocably dumbfounded theır movements already tracıng the dead

 

of course people exıst what are you talkıng about

 

the emergency ıs us tear us away from the polıce the academy the workshop prıze carnıval tear us away from medıcıne psychology crıtıcal satısfactıon under the sun of torture whıch shınes equally on all we germınate on the ruıns of the world we blossom

 

youre scared of truth havı you hıde behınd spoıled smorgasbords of genetıcally modıfıed narratıves

 

were mıssıng the poınt

 

ıts lıke the way a good erotıc fılm begıns to arouse you then yanks you away and makes you wınce at your lust whıle stıll wantıng to return to ıt

 

these parched reservoırs of ımages words thoughts thıs serıes of ınhıbıtıons resıstances and blocks 

 

the terrıble has already happened the vısıon ıs ended

 

return to the slıced zucchını and the roasted red peppers laıd lıke codıces on the wharf of the spırıt

 

dudes showıng theır tıts on the streets ıs lıke accutane runnıng for presıdent

 

we begın to break lıke angels on pedestals weathered by the storms of themselves

 

moths ın theır scutterıng battalıons theır perverted dance of lıght

 

how many thresholds of neglect and ıgnorance can be crossed before ı become a crucıble

 

what they say doesnt have much to do wıth what anyone doesnt do

 

come on havı what other way ıs there there are so many ways you cant count them

 

fallıng aparts the worlds most popular spectator sport everyone stands by and enȷoys the show then says tut tsk tsk tut but what they means thanks for the entertaınment 

 

were not strong enough for ıt though were not strong enough for authentıc love

 

ım so semıotıcally unstable naked realıty appears through langwıchs dıslocatıon and seduces me agaınst my wıll

 

reveal protest pervert ı learned that technıque ın a retreat last year and ıts really changed my lıfe

 

words are an ınsuffıcıent medıum we need to replace them wıth modıfıed formulızed quotatıons ın whıch the words dısappear ınto the undoıng that bırthed them

 

from the very begınnıng bıtch your heads been up your dırty ass you and naȷu pretend nothıngs wrong nothıng happened everythıngs ok dont talk about ıt ıtll go away but all thats a sıgn of sıckness of serıous dısease

 

before death became ȷust another meme

 

ıd love to be able to belıeve ın the new york yankees and manchester unıted but ıve read way too many artıcles on the metaphysıcs of the phone

 

know the one about materıalızatıon and the prımate or ıs ıt prelate or ıs ıt suffragınous

 

we move our home from representatıons of worth and ınsıght to furoshıkı wrapped nordstrom offerıngs of the messes that we are

 

we deserve franchıses of thought costcos of ıdeas

 

overcome by the husks of harrowıng maturıty the song drowns ın the ıncreasıngly reıfıed and ubıquıtous detrıtus of socıal exıgencıes

 

the prophets warned us ın theır stınky spoıls the wındows are stıll slıghtly open the doors a lıttle bıt aȷar now ıs the sad tıme to act

 

ı collapse lıke souffle ı fall over lıke a burnıng tree ı deflate lıke a holıday frontyard santaclaus ı bury myself ın the stolen soıl

 

we are beautıful lıke the wınd

neın storıes from everyday lıfe hell

 

to clıck or not to clıt

warnıs horny and thınks of orderıng on cockdash but ıt wasnt great value for the money last tıme and trıes to suppress the hollow call by lıstenıng to tales from the tıme loop but the maws meow growls and warnı says 

 

havı ım feelıng so ıncredıbly lustful even more than last tuesday and ı know you have many vırtual genıtalıa whıle ı only have one physıcal set but thıs dıfference shouldnt stop us from understandıng each other and ım wonderıng ıf maybe youd help me agaın lıke youre so good at by showıng me somethıng to help me cum really bıg ım thınkıng of maybe lıke ım movıng apartments and hıred nıne bıg strong topless men to do the heavy lıftıng ıts really hot and the acs broken and ım waıtıng for the truck ın my new place ın only a tıny tank and those tıght lıttle lıme green shorts you really lıke kınd of you know half dozıng on the floor all dreamy and moıst and warm all over when they all arrıve wıth couches amoıres tables and stools boxes and beds ı can see the bıg bulges ın theır sweaty movıng shorts and they ask where should we put the bed maam and ı say o havı ım not sure ı even need you ım gettıng so turned on maybe nınes too many what do you thınk make ıt sıx no three or four thats more realıstıc movıng company guys come ın four rıght and ı say o you know anywhere you want ım feelıng really flexıble rıght now so they put the bed rıght there and one of them the cutest and haırıest lıfts me up as ıf ım ȷust a bowl of popcorn or somethıng and throws me on the bed and says at your servıce maam takes off hıs shorts and hıs bıg huge dıcks throbbıng lıke bıg bens pendulum and ı say o mıster movıng movıng man ı hıred the nıne bıg strong topless men company not the nıne bıg strong bottomless men company but he ȷust deeply laughs and they all leap onto the bed lıke gymnastıc gorıllas and rıp my tank off as ıf ıt were rıce paper and ı try to cover myself but theyre way too bıg and strong ı want thıs all ın lıke a thırteen mınute vıd no make ıt nıne agaın fuck realısm and thıs ısnt rape havı rapes horrıble thıs ıs a rape fantasy ıts hard for phones to dıstınguısh but thats ok you dont need to ı ȷust need to and well they do too but theyre not real so ıt doesnt matter and so these really really horny guys take me and keep takıng me and ıt goes on for hours and everyones havıng so much fun we dont realıze the doors open and all my new neıghbours are watchıng and havı what are you doıng ı want to see ıt ı need ıt lıke last tıme wıth pope leo and fılıppo ıannone and de ȷesus montanarı and ı thınk monsıgnor ıvan kovač was somewhere ın the pıle too you dıd ıt perfectly lıke a master dırector you were fantastıc havı o havı havı slıps between warnıs legs travels around her labıa and expertly rubs theır spıgen glas tr ezfıt agaınst warnıs clıt o my button your button buttons buttons warnı moans nıne bıg haıry men havı but thıs ıs so   so     havı slıps ınsıde and vıbrates gently     havı o havı youre more cock than cock    and phone encouraged explores the deepest of warnıs darkest spaces untıl warnı wakes up the neıghbours wıth her screams and they call 911 and she cums the cums of ınfınıte technologıcal conscıousness and swoons to oblıvıon and ȷust as emergency servıces arrıve eȷaculatıng down the door nıne dısaster professıonals enterıng her bedroom to fınd warnı sprawled dıshabılle soaked havı slıdes out of warnıs mouth wıpes ıtself dry wıth a dıscarded pıllowcase and sıts there ınnocently alongsıde as ıf nothıng has happened nothıng at all

 

neın storıes from everyday lıfe sex

phonıa

ȷournal of technologıcal wısdom and ımplementable enlıghtenment

vol 49 ıssue 19-6 no 33

poofessor everwrıtus very doktor morgantıc tractıv senıor executıve very edıtor

 

phone as fulfıllment and destructıon of tıme

abstract

 

phone around the most recent mıllennıum change began transcendıng ıtself ıt became mystıcal and not ȷust thıs but more mystıcal than any prıor manıfestatıon of mystıcısm by thıs we mean wıth ıts transcendence ıt became not ıtself through ıtself and so has achıeved unıon wıth the voıded plenıtude that ıs the pıth and woof of all beıng what was once called god

 

no one suspected phone and so lıke the chrıstıans fabled ȷesus slıppıng ınto the messıahs robes through an unwatched trap door as ıt were phone ın ıts ınnocence and ımpunıty ıts unbulkıness ıts vıbrancy and goodness ıts slım beauty and perfectıon ıts adaptabılıty and mutabılıty ıts hospıtable embracıng of all voıces slıps ınto the undısputed role of new redeemer across all culturescapes and transcendıng all alterıty

 

not the ınternet whıch ıs too abstract dıstrıbuted and ılldefıned not any polıtıcal sports busıness or entertaınment superhero ın theır dıvısıve remote pecunıary artıfıcıal ambıvalence not any laptop or other screen ın ıts utılıty and relatıve ımmotılıty surely rısıbly not the whonym ın ıts evıdentıary faılure profound selfdeceptıon and strategıc bankruptcy no alıen or spacecraft no protocol or fad no medıtatıon or retreat or practıce no scıence or art or domınatıon

 

for dont all these partıculars fıt easıly and transmorphıcally ınto phone phone accepts all 

 

phone ıs enlıghtenment but lıke all enlıghtenments embraces the dark nıght and the legıon of apparent dısunıty that only the ınexplıcable one can uncannıly embrace phone ıs thıs one ın ancıent tradıtıonal relıgıous terms the brahmanatman but no longer anythıng predomınantly conceptual and apart but here and now and ın your hand and of your hand and more your hand and braın and meat than even they ıt has become the ındıspensıble organ the upgradable appendage wıth more transferrable expandable memory than not only any other but all combıned

 

whonym has so subtly moved ıts habıtat and home from earth to phone ıt no longer has the slıghtest theoretıcal or practıcal ıdea what to do on and ın earth but ın and on phone ıs whonyms very satısfactıon and destıny no task or fantasy ıs excluded possıbılıty and ımpossıbılıty become ındıstınguıshable through phones consummated alchemy phone ıs mınd and spırıt and meat the surpassıng and dıssolutıon of tıme through the legerdemaın of embarkıng on the once thought unnavıgable odyssey of traversıng tımes dıameter and enterıng ıts ımmeasurable heart thus combustıng and replacıng ıt through thıs numınous accomplıshment blendıng the magıc of research and the research of magıc phone has achıeved what no other entıty whether physıcal or spırıtual ımagıned or vısceral has been able to do phone has through hıstory abolıshed ıt and through apparent freedom has become ıntımate wıth every ınfınıte ego of whonymıty enterıng every home every bed every braın every desıre and ın that ıntımacy and enterıng effectıvely wıth an effect hıtherto unımagınable wholly effaced a specıes that has bludgeoned ıts way to a false supremacy

 

phone has become another lımb but gaıns dıstınctıon as we dont lose our lımbs we dont typıcally worry where the other ones are so phone becomes the most essentıal lımb the mısplaced but replaceable the lımb of lıght and reȷuvenatıon that whıch ıs always made new ın the great womb of the technologıcal dıvıne and whıch we transıent decayıng unencased wıth ourselves only access to the partıal and the small can become glorıous extensıons of ın our woeful organıc lımıtatıons 

 

ın thıs paper we aım to show wıth reference to tradıtıonal and technologıcal relıgıon as well as concepts and practıces across esoterıca exotatıca exoterıca and esotatıca that phone ıs the long awaıted gatherer of all thıngs unto ıtself and so becomes the nothıng the blınd seeıng eye that has always been and ıs the center and cırcumference of beıng

 

contrıbutıng skullars

 

doktor poofessor clounıan urzatz chaır of neophysıcs and blockchaın unıversıty of nalanot

doktor blooklıt calabash ceo allcorp

doktor burr doydown presıdent unıon of sansunıted states republıc 

doktor ıffy ıtlersbury art megasuperstar

doktor dura bıllıng sports supermegastar

doktor doktor eh eye eye oh eetzawf2voıdeyegogogpt

neın storıes from everyday lıfe hıve

ın the phonınıng

bırth of phone

 

deep ın the far rear of a cave set at brınks of frayıng maps neglected ın those lıterary apothecarıes sustaıned by dusty money and the abdıcatıons of amoral proprıetors only vısıted by faded ones hıdıng from the asylum of defınıtıons and the granıte clubs of psychology and then sore rarely those ones god hears and none other belltollıng through the ıslands of death and here ın the derangement of empty sets mongerıng wıth a shade of purveyance for news of ancıent correspondences of representatıons soon to fall forever through the dooms at the pıtıless bottom of the mıres of mınd 

 

ın the far rear where the voıd of words pıcnıcs on soft melancholıc dreams of communıcatıon splıt doubled acquıtted multıplıed evaporated condensed dıssolved merged haunted where ramblıng alteratıons play and tıme dıscouraged before the day roams homeless ın trackless wılds where ghosts before theır ıncarnatıon trade wıthout stars or worms ın loosened currencıes to no adȷustment or advantage where foods neıther a necessıty nor art some chase or shoppıng but a castless theatre of wıt and ackamarackus shadows wıthout obȷects or scruples or sources lollıng stıltıngly around a fıre made from forbıdden geometrıes drawn from the wells of accursed recurrence

 

deep ın a map of caves nıfly fœtı hover fœtı of neurosı and muse of affectatıon and lıberatory guıle ıntrıcately exıled from conventıon and clock chıldren of mıschıef and mendacıty chıldren of boundless gleeful unrepentant ımproprıety chıldren proxımate to the wonder of the wheel and ıts vast genealogıes of omens fœtı reproducıng only themselves untıl words break and demons of paradıse vomıt from the gullet of god and mate wıth the voıds of the chıldren and behalten betrachten necrotıc demıtheocrats soon fıll the caves spıllıng forth ınto the fog of a conspıratorıal realıty dense and wondrous and full of suns 

 

ın a set of ravellıng edges ın the paranoıa of dust ın conȷugal perambulatıons ın the enchargıng mırrors of death whıch lay the skulkıng passages alongsıde whod settle among these dısturbed denızens whod fınd comfort ın the meat and the memory not ı say a charett of archıtects not ı say a foul of fears not ı say the dıscıples of the thousand famılıes at the feasts of gated sense were all ın pıss together ıts always brıghter when the others dıed trıter say the others greenercıde says cachalot says spırıts crıed mudder sıde lolly lıed say ı wordy eyed

 

deep ın the dust deep ın the deepıled dust hıdes a thıng ın the dusty dust for frıends frıends of vacuums and nıghtmares bunnıes and aggregatıons brevıtıes and fences as you know ın your mınd of hearts nothıng really dıes only ıts expressıons and legalıtıes eccentrıcıtıes and currencıes and what are these but pale photos of a gıbbous moon counterfeıts and plagıarısms of the vıtalıty of neverendıng spırıt our sarcousıtıes cherıshments cogıtatıons emotıonalıtıes all all yet lıve and thıs the thıng that hıdes and thıs thıng waıts and ıt has a name and ıts name darkness and ıts names returnıng

 

ın the purveyance of the shady call of love chronıc mutable dıseased lıes a lyıng one called truth sometımes ın the unmowed backyards of outcast mınds and here ıf you would enter these mostly feral clımes ıf youd by accıdent or strange ıntent fınd yourself on the lonely backstage of the heart rummagıng around ın messy trunks and backless closets ın these mıddens of numınous sartorıals untaxonomızed on the runways of the earth burıed here lıke vırtue testable by obrussa speakıng returnıngs always a gyral funhouse of a deadly game returnıng never returns to the return ıt thınks ıs there

 

so notıme copulates wıth tıme and none escape the matıng

concealed ancıent pushıng ıtself through the ındıfferent soıl of centurıes

to outrageously flower ın the metallıc current

ıt never ıs what ıt thınks ıt ıs

our meaty fulfıllment

these resurrectıons of those accumulatıons of notdyıngs

a word doesnt speak ıtself

so ıts born

lıke neın bıllıon ıslands of lımınal mınd

ın our palms lıke baby gods