the death of pee orij in a cornea of a cracked calendar

certain kinds of transnormals have notable advantages these quivering days. the present external environment – so surreal to most – to the transnormal is just another aspect of manifest mind usually unmanifest. but as inner and outer routinely sublimate in our transnormal, this supposed aberration makes little difference

selfisolating, quarantining, distancing – these are all the mo of our people. we quarantine routinely not for any physical bacterial reasons but to cleanse ourselves of the social, spiritual and aesthetic bacteria rife in humanity, that humans routinely cough on us (this coughing not only legal, but expected, encouraged, applauded)

empty streets – the urban environment devoid of human horror – are a natural and creative milieu for the transnormal and it roams through them as through the perfections of a forest

the transnormal spaces space. and so i eg live now in a 3.5 x 1.25 metre room (wellwindowed but undoored). it functions comfortably as living space  it has a couch   bedroom  i have my portable doodoo mat and portable doodoo coverings   office  i set up my card table and foldable chair during the waking hours   home theater  using a digital projector at one end and 250cm screen at the other   meditation and yoga studio and light therapy venue  gods dimensionality demons smartlighting incense music infinitecalm lend – no freely give – this geodelightica the requisite energy to access healing vibrations   storage facilities  it has shelving and compartments   cat heaven  there’s a fuzzy cat tower on which the fat cat here loves bobbling up to surview worlds outside   plantoretum  with northern western eastern exposures many plants are happy   art gallery and museum  i display on the walls and ceiling dead and living manufactures of ripe and mad minds

reality as various prophets have been foretelling for some visions died sometime in the nineteenth century so the atavists running around now calling the present situation surreal prove they’re not living in any real world for the situation before corona was surreal and if they don’t get that … no wonder we’re in this situation. real is only its affixes

and as reality has become its affixes, so normal. we aren’t just the transnormals, we’re the affixnormals. we are the affixes

the nothingness of our situation, its spilled time and scrambled space, its unknownness, pitch in the question, its disintegration of the calendar and bar … all these (so distressing to the normals, so spawning of fear) are routine dimensions in the affix’s exuberant night

one should never be sorry that some (even many) humans are dying – one should be sorry that the wrong humans are living ... [see brother do you smoke? for a smart and just proposal in this regard]

for the student of evolution and consciousness, what a great aesthetic and spiritual laboratory this virus is …

why is this environment putting me in such a good mood? finally exteriority bears some resemblance to interiority. society, however briefly, unintentionally, legitimizes the mutational class, providing a kind of social sanction of individual disaster

responsibility signalling in the corona age. the number of closure signs that explicitly signal the conscientiousness and ethics of management and owners. but if we were responsible would we be in this mess? it’s not as if places are closing because they’re responsible – or at best they’re operating in a responsibility bubble in much vaster spaces of irresponsibility – but that they’re obeying the daddy state and using the opportunity to promote their superior citizenry. and it may well be that daddy state in this case is mostly right though this hardly obviates the requirement for responsibility at all times across all endtoend contexts (for how i know some of you signallers are in life greedy irresponsible gorgons of waste and destruction)

didn't we create technology to prepare for the disaster of ourselves?

in stores, in lineups in stores, at cash in stores, in the nongaze and the mutings – the consciousness-artifact gap far more palpable than when capitalism can fully express itself in its huddled schizoid rabidity. what cannot be said in the air like contaminated microdroplets, a unity of gap creating energetic silences

important chupply sane truths to keep in mind during these challenging times

chupply sane leaders must mitigate risk

chupply sane disruption monitoring is essential

further globalization and integration of chupply sanes complicates

expect significant impacts across the chupply sane

chupply sane implications go beyond the chupply sane