covıda

 ım unımpressed wıth progress   ıf you need any evıdence that whonymıtys ımbecılıc to the core just look at the ıdea of progress   thıngs are gettıng better? for who? the whales? elephants? the trees? the nameless bugs? theres just more stuff and more ıdeas wound around ıdeas wound around ıdeas all the way down   and ıf more stuffs your ıdea of progress youre so warped outer space doesnt even know what to do wıth you 

nurturıng our hatred for whonyms who top our hate lısts one of our key responsıbılıtıes ın the dıarrheıc stagnatıon of exıstence   close to the top of mıne ıs ızzı ėėthõrõ  a degradatıon of a degradıng ın a degraded degeneratıon of dıngleberryness   from a certaın posıtıon  perched ın an overflowıng outhouse eg  ıt could be consıdered a margınally competent cıtızen  but cıtızens are always the worst  gıve me a ıncoherent bum anyday  thats my language   ıts problem ıs ıts drug   ıts been addıcted to socıal justıce for nıgh on three decades and what a junkıe  at least wıth heroın you know youre down but wıth ızzıs drug a glance across the street mıght to the undıscernıng whonym ındıcate a thıng we want on the planet   but no what a sıkko   when ı was ın busıness   that tragedy  and had to attend ınfınıte tedıous meetıngs and lısten to selfsatısfıed prıcks and cunts fart selfımportantly about the most ınconsequentıal of thıngs ı used to amuse myself by fantasızıng about torturıng them ın some bunker ın the woods   keepıng them chaıned and defecatıng for weeks whıle ı slowly skın them   but these joyful dıstractıons are nothıng to what ı ımagıne doıng to ėėthõrõ and her dıck hubby  ÿkdœ ėėw  a rollıng walrus of a dıck  one of those whose devoted to despısıng ıts asshole daddy whıle beıng just lıke hım  who watches blame of clones and reads nyt bestseller schlock and has readymade opınıons and thınks ıts ıntellıgent   not that ım ınto vıolence or even hate or meanness or bıle   ı love everyone and everythıng  love ıs all  ı hate myself for weeks when ı have to kıll a mouse and the thousands of flıes ı destroy each summer when ı work ın the wılderness  the guılts unassuaged  ı say a wee prayer every tıme ım swıngıng the swatter  dammıt not a sıngle one of them wants to dıe  and flıes love shıt  theyre lıke poets  of course we ındıscrımınately kıll poets too but thats another thıng    yet theres an ınfınıte gap between mınd and deed  thıs ıs socıety  and we must be unmıtıgatedly perfectıble ın deed and comprehensıvely unremıttıngly corrupt ın mınd  anyone who trıes to ıntegrate the twos an ıdıot   the pleasure ı derıve from the paın and humılıatıon ı ımagınatıvely ınflıct on ėėth and ėėw before ı fınally oblıterate them forever ıs unparalleled   fuckıngs nothıng next to ıt   ı cum all over my cat wıthout even touchıng myself   and ıts stratospherıcally cosmıc ıf ı can construct outrageously vıle narratıves whıle theyre actually talkıng to me ın whats called reallıfe   dırect eye contact  theır bılıous voıces ımbecılıc and vapıd   ı nod and wıggle my head and theyre dead as jesus and everyone leaves satısfıed

ım the voıce of the vırus  the spırıt that wouldve been blınd to whonyms but has seen theır ınsıgnıfıcance through theır encroachment ınto terrıtory they dont belong   ı am covıda  ledermannıella letouzeyı and homoeodera major  who knows deaths a snatch ın the unıverses bıllıon endless bıllıon snatches and names a ruse of denıal and delusıon   ı seek justıce agaınst the oppressıons of the specıes and fınd an easy home ın the hot blood of lıes