the annual sadoo conference

the annual sadoo conference in sheol was recently held, sadoos from across the globe and beyond travelling in shit-boats of their own making down rivers of piss, some laid up by the cum hot springs that can appear on such peregrinations.

those of us who made it funded the journey through deprivation, theft, sublimation, and randomness, these forms of elemental grace.

while sadoos tend toward privacy, loneliness, autosubversion, and uninvented forms of polygnosticism – the aggregate effect which the conventional call autism or madness – and so wander in obscurity and impecuniousness on animal edges, a few broach the breach between esotericism and orthodoxy, technology as helpmate, and show themselves, however obscurely, falsely, in the republic of the internet.

over the future pariah diaper introduces select participants of this wee tribe of sadoos – to nurture those manufactured to walk other ways, to provide contrapuntal voices to capitalism’s rehearsed and looping monomelodies, unihued hierarchies, and – with others – to present more contextual, sustainable, and playful modes of living and dying as not only viable, but essential:  for if we cannot experiment on ourselves as much as if not more than we experiment on that which we perceive external to us, how can we be worthy of this name, human?

we are laboratories. we are scientist, test tube, theorem, failure, persistence, mouse and maze, explosion and toxicity, an uncertain indifference to death on radiant radii of life …

first – fukky risotto