the fareohs curse or how tootincommon chokes on a cloudberry in its deathintheafternoon

 

while the consortia of sadooity does its very best to keep stories out of novel their best isnt good enough and stories  ubiquitous selfrighteous aggressive  sneak in through the fractures of ineptness   we join todays sneak as tootincommons sipping a lakkalikööri prepared for it by ay in mophinebuneferankh at a greenfaerie bar on the cliffs of saqqara   we say lakkalikööri not from any technical or skullarly precision but because we like the word better than deathintheafternoon but by lakkalikööri we mean deathintheafternoon although as you see from the title and will see from the story lakkalikööri isnt an entirely inappropriate nym   in this sense anyway title and story agree  which isnt  as storytelling experts will tell you  always the case

 

tootincommons only eleven egyptian years old but its a cat in whonym form and so lives differently and drinks lakkalikööris prodigiously for its years and lives are of a cat but its liverlusts of a whonym   it only trusts ay to prepare its drinks for who not among the commons wishes to cut the tall poppy down for the commons is of the epicaricacy but the toot in the commons knows no such joy

 

even as tootins nhũmẫu streams her milk into its newling miṣrmaw and sings the ptahka lullaby

 

were all warmer when were touching

were all hotter when were fucking

were all cooler when were crying

were all colder when were dying

 

tootin knows of the fareohs curse which exists long before any fareohs and indeed some say even begets the first fareoh and every one hence until the last drop of nswt blood leaves maximinus dazas hêpar   tootin is born with this knowledge and all other knowledges flow from it

 

tootin is a nympholept and this interferes with its love of lakkalikööria for it has not figured out how to swoon before a nymph and swoon simultaneously before the green faerie though if it had consulted the nomarch of faerieame it would have known that deep in the pyramid of khufu is a great rupture that should one be able to read the margins of the texts of the ninth volume of book of intiaten one might enter    but all this shows is that even tootins cant on their own know it all

 

& all well say dearest unreaders in this regard is that the secret knowledge of our nomarch may have something to do with the strange relations of indefiniteness and definiteness and that even tootin  though it itself is this relation and its sign and symbol  hasnt yet seen the farnear of what it might very well in its distribution be

 

one day  if we can call these times days  as tootins prowling along the niles riparian accounts it eyes  her name is bhā  she lounges on a mastaba masturbating masterfully  a member of the indefinite class and while thoughts briefly swirl eddying it toward that saqqaran artemisian cantina  those ramblings of wermōd

 

a louche couplet clouds in a play in a play   limnologies of waverings

 

for i had then laid wormwood to my dug

wormwood and sugarplums are the same

 

and the opaque and liquid song drives quickly in its mind as bhā proffers her left & nymphy teat  the other hand in the nethers swamping  and tootin ambles sotted forward and clamps odontos to the task

 

but what is this? the cup of titta is a lakkaliköör and the cherillet a rubus aqpik and tootin in its gasp and valve  in distilled and lucid suckling  of & out the commons  becomes its distribution

 

 

not my courage and leadership  neither my birth nor power  not my name or vestments  neither intelligence nor perspicacity nor vision  that create me as fareoh  but doubt  disquiet

 

i am the fareoh who writes the curses

and believes neither in the curse thats written

nor the fareoh who writes