you see although you probably dont which isnt to say i dont which reminds me of a religion i started once whose center was a suburban basement full of goats the status and responsibility of cosmic deity rotated among the goats according to algorithms not dissimilar to those of the pawukon calendar with the exception of a mottled grey goat named worship wazzooo who had been excused from the high role by a series of cunning manoeuvrings reminiscent of the renowned kasparov vs topalov 1999 match perpetrated by strategists suspected but rarely named athletes are disqualified from competing if they use performance enhancing drugs but novelers you cant write a novel without drugs and what competition are noveloos in anyway? noveloos can use drugs because they dont compete at least not quantitatively
how antinovel disdains magnificently novel as novels just reconstituted da nooz like fresh oranges and reconstituted orange juice novel takes da orange and cuts it up in tiny bitz and takes da bitz and processes it in its big big factory and pushes it down with big big machines and all you have to do is add water and bamo whamo novel but antinovel blows up da factorium and instead of sucking oranges gets sucked into da ornj and ornj chewz up yooz n nooz in its weewee antifactory and yoo go on infinite journey into many outer spaces and pesto messtoe antinovel
silly is da novel
& silly is da antinovel
& silly is da whonym
& silly is da nooz
aunty novel says ı writes novel but antıı wrıtes antinovel antıı a chıld of nıght and darkness says ı belıeve but if you ask ıt what ıt belıeves ıt says ı belıeve and you say but dont you antıbelıeve? thinking yourself smart and antıı says ı antıbelıeve and you ask ıt what ıt antıbelıeves and ıt says and this goes on for a long time
oh logorrheusia please end this endless stream
of fragmented nonsense
and let us return to the acedic poetry of waiting
it will be over soon wretched child
over soon
you must see it to its mad end
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