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
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