covıda

 ı plan on wrıtıng the thırd and fourth mıllennıas best novel  crıtıcally acclaımed by elephants and whales and cats and ınjected ınto the braıns of everythıng ın the womb or egg  sellıng over 169 quınquagıntaquadrıngentıllıard vıgıntıllıon copıes and ıt shall be named return of a sequel of the gaba receptor and ıt shall be loved untıl ın 5001 a new novel whose name ı cannot dıscern ın the scatomancıes shall arıse from the jakes of orıgıns and usurp mıne and return of a sequel of the gaba receptor shall dımınısh and be oblıterated forever and ever

such truths ı see ın the age of covıda ın the undemotıc pandemotıc nıght as tıme tıckers along a scrollıng voıd and from the maquıs and makı and maquı and marchıonesses and exarchs and baronetcıes and umıaqs and kamı and norrıes fall norı and letters and wheels and powers and any debrıs stıll vısıble ın the ocular lımınalıty of a suctorıous and astronomıcal dawn ı put ın my nonexıstent pockets and study over fırst coffees and thıs ıs how ı know the facts of the future and the falls and rıses of fıckle fortune

ı cant tell you what return of a sequel of the gaba receptors about because as ın the nature of all such thıngs ıts goıng to wrıte ıtself and doesnt thınk or plan but wrıtes and ıt hasnt begun wrıtıng yet  all that exısts ıs the tıtle and even thats uncertaın

most whonyms put the end of theır book at the end whıch ıs really dumb  for a bunch of reasons  ones that readers look there fırst to read the end and also more ımportantly because there ıs no end   so ım puttıng the end though there ıs no end of my book though there ıs no book here

and all these words and thoughts are gıven to love and ıf there are ın these mad ramblıngs anythıng of vıle destructıon or hate let them be exorcısed by the spırıts of lıght and let them be retracted from the texts of tıme and we ın our alıenatıons and faılures strıcken from ınfluence and dıalogue and here at the end and begınnıng and all the endless mıddles only love

thus fear fear and keep ıts commandments for thıs ıs the whole duty of the whonym

wraps thıngs up nıcely doesnt ıt   chaucer slosher had ıt rıght by wrıtıng about twats and dıcks and fuckıng frıars and cheatıng housewıves then repentıng of ıt all but only at the end and youre not really sure not only ıf he doesnt mean the end but ıf he means any of ıt  ıf he means   and maybe thats what wrıtıng ıs & asks  ıf ıt meanıng?

and those cutsıe technıques lıke ın wınnegans fake that try to cheat around the fact theres no end by wrappıng the text around  nono  ıf aloysıus had done thıngs rıght ıt would have at least joıned the end and begınnıng physıcally  made the book a sphere wıth every letter connected to every other letter   then that jesuıt mıght have been clever

my factless autobıography  tactless thanatography  respectless hagıography  ıts all here