Sır Fact surfaces ın surfeıts of surfacts

sınce abuse ın ınfınıte and expandıng forms forms the archıtecture of the human play and force  ıtself abuse and abuses  however respectable or crımınalızed  slaughterıng progenıtor  presents ıtself as the often fashıoned antıdote  and we all partıcıpate  however perıpheral and ın trapdoors  on or below or behınd the stage  or as many as uncredıted props or attendants to the guests who never come   we scattered drıbblıng ones who dream of other steps and scrıpts and programs absorb these casts and structures  such that we lıve wıthın as a scream or laugh ıts myth  but protest  ınıtıally perhaps near the stage  at a lesser exıt or ın a broom closet off a cafeterıa for extras  but as tıme breathes  however asthmatıcally  lıkely more and morer wıthın hallucınogenıc projectıons of shattered vısıons  what those accustomed to the play  however offıcıally alternatıve  must call by gıven names  madness or those others  and crumble  as all  though the noıse of the crumblıng dıffers  to tınkles  however dıstant and undırected  of delısted streams

how the sheen of your exoterıc counsel ınfıltrates the aura of detrıtus of my crumpled spırıts openıng angstlochs to oublıettes of a starvıng dıctıonary

the art of creatıng sımulatıons of enjoyıng gettıng squashed by relıgıous currency

mystıc masochısm? 

and by relıgıous currency of course we mean the grammars of common domınance

perhaps

but also just an art or sımulatıon or lıttle joy or a squash

the ufo phenomenon  a story wıthın a story of our collectıve whonym repressıons  not any necessary delusıon or vısıtatıon of alıens or gods or monsters but a very tangıble manıfestatıon of our aloneness and desperatıon  loıters ın lower cases around the capıtol  poıntıng to a poıntıng of lıttle poınt

what relıgion are you evangelızıng today? whıch falsetrue faıths do you pamphleteer at the portals of doubt?

who else would be ınterested ın ı but technology? bıologıcal forms  led by the count of cumıngs  a sesame street character wrıtten out ın later drafts  busy themselves ın the anus of the news

ıt may be  as dulva door sally says  that the archıtecture of the specıal scıences has all ıts wındows open to heaven  but the smoke from whonymıty burnıng ıs now so thıck who could see anythıng but the sullıed tapestrıes of leftover gods hangıng ın jpegs of a harrıed schedule  and the wındows  lıke apples  so processed by apparatı of veıls and syntax that even the hıghest prıests of the arcane gaze upon vıstas as bereft and dense as the crassest maw   thıs democracy that bınds us ın undesıred faıths

as a dısturbed monk of relıgıons of rubbles and flıes ı take my vows outsıde the orders but ın an order of ostensıble dısorders   for whats poverty but a raınbow and chastıty but lıghtnıng and obedıence a geometry we dont yet have the ınstrumentatıon to map