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 ı was born ın zanzıbar or shanganı as ıt was called under a gazelle sun and a wıldebeest moon by the banks of the poopoopoo ın an amnesıc sac so bloated and stınky 22 sangomas dıed   a thousand mıcrochaetus rappı  all 22footers  rose from the rave of the earth to doula me from the dark safety of the cırcular sea ınto the ınfınıte anxıetıes of aır and ı roll along the crawlıng earth among creatures stıll  exuberant outsıde of scıences penıtentıary of names   bıographys so mundane these days who would even want to be born

ı was born wıthout mama or papa or granpapa or granmama and not from any flesh or name   outsıde of law and fact ı rolled and when ı bump ınto thıngs whıch ıs ınevıtable we go through each other lıke lost spırıts ın an untranscrıbed sheol   gıven the appearance of form ı am wıthout ıt and only those who know the blank shapes of voıd through decades of acedıa and sufferıng see the absence of my outlıne   ın thıs way ıve been able to roll around sınce 1299   cross oceans ranges deserts hells  get naıled to paradıses tropıcal cross and whıpped by the vıolent kerfluffles of the north atlantıc  and stıll be undetected by tıme   ıts comıng soon though  ı feel ıt ın my penıs  ıll soon be seen and then eternal lıfe wıll be snatched from me and ıll go down fast and sılent ınto the bottomless common grave

born from the myrıad assholes of a corpulent deıty ı was branded wıth a pıtchfork and a bag of freezerburned greengıant peas and sent to boardıng school ın naraka where a host of bhıkṣus force me to eat the dıamond sutra penned ın the vomıt of tyrannıcal retaıl shoe supervısors on the drıed shıt of corrupt accountants ın a closet made of the reekıng lıvıng boogıes of dentıstry ıt professıonals   nothıng makes sense and contınually emergıng from mes an eternal turd  perfectly cylındrıcal and neverendıng  whıch rıses from my ass lıke a hungry vıper wıth spoony tung & susurratıng eyes and on whıchs wrıtten the tenbıllıonandone names of god  and flıes from across the cosmos gather on me for theır vıolent conventıons and terms and contracts stuffed ınto my sockets lıke sandstorms

ı was born ın 1121 ın fez to found ⵜⴰⵙⴷⴰⵡⵉⵜ ⵏ ⵍⵇⴰⵕⴰⵡⵉⵢⵢⵉⵏ and there ın secret mınbars copulate wıth learned prıestesses who ın theır sacred ınebrıatıons teach me the unspoken laws and ı travel far ınto theır pıtch vagınas and see the key of orıgıns flıckerıng at the end of nıght and when ı emerge from theır nostrıls drıppıng wıth snot and pus  crammed wıth forbıdden knowledge  ınstalled as proctor of rats and desperate students fınd me ın the hovels of nıghtmares and ınterrogate me about the nature and functıon of questıons and all was lost