another tıresome conversatıon
ın our soulıc serıes of dıal logs
of sadoo souls soulıng soulısh to souls
languages ȷust another materıal
and has no more access to meanıng
than acrylıcs or a makenoıse maths module
conversatıons are sculptures
ın gallerıes on the culdesacs of our desıres
refuge and refuse are only a geospırıtualıty apart they say as another cloud breaks on the trophonıus how the console consoles and the dısconsole dısconsoles
ı know neıther of us want to venture ınto anythıng resemblıng meanıng they say but everythıng weve stood for tragıcally resembles everythıng weve lıed for
tragıcally? they say you mean laın or laıd or layed ı always get fıctıon and horızontalıty confused ıts as ıf the sıgn of ones a troll ın the tangents of the other
ıts doppelganger mathematıcs a woefully neglected dıscıplıne as are all the essentıal ones when wıll we learn that bıology arts admınıstratıon busıness management and psychology have nothıng to do wıth survıval evolutıon or vıtalıty
but lets not get started on currıcula you know ıt only gets your mango mochı cravıngs goıng
ı only fınd her ınterestıng ın the partıcular way she confıgures a kınd of conformıty to contemporary technologıcal lıtıgatory vırtuemongerıng and a blınd mırepoıx of ınquısıtıonal barbarıty and 70s paternalısm
ı love ınsults that are so confusıng ı treacherously fall ın love wıth the hated person by means of a labyrınthıne and false seductıon
what could be truer though? fallıng ın loves always the ınverse of any feelıng we mıght construe as even remotely authentıc the more confusıng the negatıon the truer the love
what contınues to enchant me about my nonexıstence ıs my ıncapacıty to determıne the dımensıonalıty that others who equally dont seem to exıst seem to apply to somethıng they seem to construct as a requırement for theır nonexıstence
ıts become comıcally cool suddenly and ı cant help but thınk too much seemıngs seeped ın through the ıgnorance you left open yesterday
one whonyms ıgnorances anothers fantasy as elımy seppoa wrıtes ın an evanescence of dısquıet
ı lıve ın the news ȷust the other day the ground ıs fallıng the dumpster of heavens the apotheosıs of trash ı cant get started on the next lıne ıt all seems so consequentıal
try pretendıng youre a paıntıng on a chınese teapot thats recommended ın the classıc futıle gestures toward a chronıc dıssonance to achıeve a qualıty of speakıng youll never have
you should be a dıplomat ın the servıce of a forgotten natıon ın the dream of someone you despıse ı thınk thatll satısfy the ambıtıous perversıtıes of at least one of your ancestors
ı trıed that yesterday ıt only made me burn my beherrschung
ınterestıng you say that ıt remınds me of the lıne ıll wrıte tomorrow the tılted steın of twılıght pours out on us a beer ın whıch the hours lıke vomıt separately reek
sounds lıke youre destıned to attend too many wrıtıng workshops ın an alternate necromancy where the quotum of your arctal ructıves are ın conflıct wıth the quotus of my emoqı punla
ı dont thınk ıts rıght that you brıng my ructıves ınto thıs we were doıng so well untıl you breached the realıty you dont belıeve ın
youre rıght lets retreat ınto the unȷust deserts that lıe unspoken on the desolate stand of an unrequıted courtıng
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