novel
fails completely and always fails it
must fail as it can neither enter life nor escape language and thus lives in
death without having the capacity for mysticism novels the aborted incarnation of failure
and this our gross fascination with it and why all noveloos are drunks and
hobos even the ones whose noveldopper is
attributed with success in life whose
gängernovel walks away from novel into life and dilettantes are deceived by
shadows and heap prizes upon them and laud their realism aiding us in feeling fleetingly the shadows
of our lives but novel still remains in
failure trapped and noveloos in dusky
corners of dilapidations giggling haphazardly at meaning fragments that skitter
through the floors swill absinthe in
their veins and mares in their marrow
words in zero mass and volume terrorize the empty infinity of their
putrescent brains and the vomit of their desolation spews and in their rare
lucidities they organize the smelly lumps and voila novel and sometimes a doublewalker sallies forth and steals
into the world and a star or yaga or festival or noveloid is born
unreader whats the most commonly occurring element on earth?
noveloo booze
unreader the pun
dopper oxycodone
unreader the puns the most common element as it comprises not only oxygen and booze but all words
novels
desperate all the time desperate because
it cant get into life desperate because
it cant get into death desperate because
its noveloos passed out desperate
because it doesnt know anything but talks constantly desperate because it fails and has always
failed and keeps on failing and must fail and will always fail desperate because desperate and novel must
be anagrams or homonyms in some language
desperate because its däppelgonger gets all the attention and
authenticity means nothing and so does anything
gänger the oceans looking more attractive everyday as a
single bed in incidental exchange for
all the sea creatures ive tangentially killed by being whonym id like to
provide at least one wholesome meal to a young cachalot
unnoveloo youre not wholesome
unnovelöo its more wholesome than you though thats not saying much
deunreader id like to buy an umlaut please or if thats not possible a tréma
dėspērâtìón i know a good diacritics store on rûę
dé là õåïūė
dedäpper dovelnopper a year ago or wherever it was in the wreckage of time
ey were in yndyah a child of ganga glides by on flowers of poverty
saying exile without
exile slavery without slavery impoverishment without impoverishment love without love madness without madness whonyms
talkfiends and imagos of distant seas
drunk on mirrors the mad
creative in their arrays and formats reseeding of wild gardens off the pages
ganga the divine comedy isnt funny or divine
gängaroo since when has anything been
named according to its nature since nature did the naming?
alltogethernow
round & round the racetrack goes the
little fear
one schlep two schlep youre not really here
wëëdër whats beautiful about this conversation is the
coexistence of the pure expression of our real selves and a complete lack of
any common understanding
wiglet society gaslights us under the name of order
and virtue and after a few decades of this i can only hide and wait
interminably for death dribbling stale mumbles while clacking at the wit that
isnt there
granny ı whered dëūnrêådėrdøõ go?
dễṳnrɇɐdệrdớꝍ its annihilating into the vat of communication
yndyah let us pray
monster
dear dear
bungle our bingles
even as we bangle the bungles
that bengle us
sometimes you arent our dear
and we are the gory
temptations in the refrigerator
forever and ever
hell is why we came
flings bums cums
we like lead and power
give us more we pray
and veils too we like them
amen
granny ey have to piss
evry1 wet your dirty gonads on my face
god amin hymen thamyn eman daemon tutankhamun
denoveldoo abort
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