diaper dialogues xiii

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that painting that sold for $450,300,000

not even broadly accepted by names that are named as being painted by a name that in that world of naming would merit such a price

in this supposedly secular yet truly desperate age a painting of christ

that impossible stop sign

take paint’s tea away and all that’s left is pain

the world makes sense

the gap between singularity and reproduction grows

as does the gap between technoscience and death

isn’t the gap death?

then what’s on the other side of technoscience?

isn’t it technoscience?

technoscience on both sides?

maybe

yikes

even as all gaps become virtual

and fissioned into ostensible indistinguishability

if i had bought the salvator dalí i’d use it as a toilet seat cover

it’s salvador mundi

if i were a dalai dalliance i’d surf the world

waves play on tears of sand

next week the sick horses set sail for mars

the point is we could send africa on that painting to wd 0137-349

but we don’t even know who bought it

misty beethoven

you know for sure?

next week the sick horses set sail for mars

gather their decay and grace, desert earth

but we shall be here! – supreme and talking

palettes of war                    the divine farce