8.4.17

at the altar of sobo a3


a human in a wheelchair crossing a street gets hit by a car
            next scene :
human in wheelchair is in a wheelchair … gets hit by a car
            this continues indefinitely until the human’s dwarfed by mobility prosthetics

apply islam’s naming convention of cities (allahabad, mohammadabad) to legacy christian cities :
       old name  new name
new york        jesusabad
london           christabad
paris              maryabad
moscow         godabad

the people are necessary to show the idea of eternity
            gods, you who gave the soul senses to perceive the soul

begin a children’s story like this, continuing …
mixter dickspittle and mixter clitspittle, lickspittles of spittleville, lived spritely …
include it in the grade 3 curriculum

in a barstucks in a privileged geriatric neighbourhood
grabbing an americano to make it through an unwanted afternoon
the old dood in front of me – i only call him old because he sounds old, in the way many young sound old – says when asked by the 12-year-old barista his name is bruce. i say my name is krishna. she asks me to spell it. j – o – o – d i say. she writes something down and says to me – your drink will be down there bruce. i say thanks bruce.
it’s a bruce-all-around afternoon

the 190cm 90kg allmeat black dood at the dispensary who checks my id laughs at my honky name. i blush the colour of a cheap coffin and say i’m changing it to jaylen

we have flight, urban, robotics, ergonomics, weather, finance, disaster, biomechanic, sales & production simulations, but shouldn’t we – considering its centrality to all things human – have developed by now a death simulator we can enter?
            but it was developed long before us!  ayahuasca – this molecular exploratory death simulation device

the transference of language from human atmospheres to its substrates. so silence is only a name for placing of human language in the context of language – humans then becoming quiet in comparison

banisteriopsis caapi instructions for facing plant void to void
s          it up
o          pen your eyes
b          reathe
o          pen your hands

a1        give clichés as presents to those who require clichés
wrap up lies for those who love lies
a2        never do i hate myself so much as when i hate myself
a3        it’s only the thought of carrying i mind carrying through security

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