horror mirror

ı would like to talk with you today about history

now that youve been betrayed by everyone

now that ıve betrayed everyone

betrayal though

such a euphemism

for love and live

evolve evil

nymhematologys the discipline of the undisciplined

the degree to which betrayals a lack of imagination or a lack of trust opens up possibilities of exploring relations among the various categories we use to construct morality and art

surely betrayal of one thing is loyalty of another even as loyalty necessitates betrayal

and this justifies everything

yet this closed state of affairs  this order of existence  this given of the world  questions through justification the justified   horror appears in the mirror  and then  no option of not dealing with the horror  but which horror  the manifold we imagine that source the appearance  or the one or seeming nothing that appears

and the eitheror itself in both

difficult

one should just make money

put your head down to the grindstone and get it on

mine cant get out of the mindmoan

a question resides somewhere in the spaces that hide somewhere in the somethings that might have to do with the very evidential possibility that whonyms are grossly incompetent in well managing their distinctive gift and attribute

how therapeutic it is to drink and type

without any oddıence or hope of oddıence

with no evenience even a convenience

oodıent and ıdıot by fartin high digger

an oncology for our time and deing

our crime and meing and all the punishment out there

and all the eyeing

go dog go!

how sober dark minds

amble across times plaza

to no end but ends

we would work in our dreams to the fulfillment of all things

but what a doom

to see spirit as flesh and flesh as spirit  this would be some evolution we could take a bite of

always eating

another garden another round

same old round

the day dawns

night falls

who am ı

to ask why

cupidity

pudicity

mendacity

audacity

commodity

rapacity

the alibis

for all our lies

silence calls

ı yawn and yawn

round & round

why dont we just stop

working fucking killing lying dominating shitting eating sleeping dying

difficult

one should just make money

money bunny honey guns and cunning guns and nınny nonny

this is history

leave it to the politicians and scholars to make sense of it

and the seven billion pundits

those nasty nuance bandits

who pile up their credit

to do endless culture audits

its not so bad having lost everything

not as bad as they say

what do they say

everything

everything but what needs to be said

are we saying what needs to be said

were saying what were saying

let us die

and become the grass on which others walk and poop

so little has been said though far too much

we should be silent

we should die and join the little stars

the shiny worms and their wet black holes

ım getting excited

nothing like a good soıl fuck to get time ticking

apathy

yes

the crux of all religion philosophy art

these cornerstones of civilization

stoner crones of pagan nations

let us die and kill the dıaper and die again

let us die

this is history

his and hers and its and theirs and ours

wheeze and ewes and nooz and nooses

and all the cancels of doktor soosis

like the rhymes of some senilities

why dont we cancel everyone who subjugates

racists sexists carnists speciesists ageists ableists sanists 

were all gone

whonyms  the species that cancels itself

through an excess of cancelling

and an excess of counselling that counsels an excess of cancelling

doktor soos is in a noose

instead of lose spells it loose

heads detaching like cabooses

so byebye soos  vamoose

our poetrys getting really good

new dorker move over

cookie and grover

sitting in a tree

the trees chopped down

and thats history

weve covered a lot of aır today

another day another wınd

let us die