all you need is covid

all you need is love

all you need is every form of love all the time which is impossible so all you need is the impossible

which weve got so all we need is nothing

the songs dont tell the truth

all the songs together at once tell something of the truth

which is impossible to hear

so the truths never heard

there go love and truth

covids a song

a song of the possible impossible possible

i once in 1349 or 1897 in some plague snuggled up to a burgermeisters wife and her infectious glowing plumpness was like a code to a beacon of regulatory calque

i dont understand   not your references or morphologically syntactic semantics nor your spatiopoliticochronologies or sexuality or sequituris or morality

not understandings more truth than understanding

negations more affirming than affirmation

this is why we talk like this

in the snow in the fog in the cold at the end of the world

in the pestilence in the monsoons in the fog at the beginning of something

in the fire in the coffee in the pit in the cat in the portobello in the shisha in oldmacdonald in the rat in the nightmare in the feti in the fog for the fog by the fog of the fog at the fog 

i was at hypercafe hyperdrinking a hyperlatte when a hyperbarista hypersweeping the floor hyperbumped into 

when we speak of work what are we actually speaking of

when whonyms say what do you do what do they actually mean

does happiness have any quotidian capacity or is it like a airraid siren   only on once in a while

when im in a good mood   ie when my serotonins up   death seems like a cuddle in a snowstorm   but when its down its like the now that powers all of time

you need to see things the way the egyptians and daoists did   that ups on down and downs on up and the updowndownup just goes round around backwardsforwards on an escherian ladder only seen through a psilocybin prism

but that was before they were daoists and egyptians

that snowstorm cuddle and the chronopowering now  while their bodies are different they wear the same clothes

theory has no meaning anymore   its not even theory

or is that while their clothes are different they have the same bodies

its more like a dead language that people robotically speak without knowing it

theorys taken a rocketship to neptunespear bx9190 and forgotten earth

i like theory   its like the invisible friend one has as a child

dear godless god   why was i born

lets get covid like amerika and sing the bar mangled manners as cerberus bites our ass in welcome

all you need is work

you cant say work doesnt exist

i can say anything i want

work is a phor thats lost its prefix

something thats carried but from nowhere and to nowhere

prefixes carry us

no   prefixes are the origins and destinations we mix up in order to lose them

we drop them as were being carried

this is work

in devoting my life to nothing but working as little as possible ive found work hiding in the little 

and you cant get rid of the little

nor the big

those words will always be around like ram and alice standing side by side in the lunch line

id like a ram 9500 bighorn laramie hfe rebel limited hd longhorn trx

thatll be 92k and an open asshole please

were a longway from love

or right in the middle of it

covid is love

i hooked up with covid once in the bathroom of a diner on east fortysecond

the objective of our conversation is to reach 666 words

and thus become the antichrist

and the antilove antitruth antiram antiwork and anticovid

almost there

just a bit more filler

any good patadreams recently

dreams are the original pata

want capers shiitakes and seared pears on your pata

nah   just want love