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this is all puerile i know  dont expect much  ive always loved farting  dont believe in wisdom  fart jokes  sermons about farts  farting during funerals  farts like shit are enlightenment   pueriles what the worlds always been  a leading expert writes the subjects that captivate us are sex drugs beauty fame money themafia lawenforcement violence   i give us what we are

i have stockholmomphalos syndrome which means i believe my incarceration in existences the geopolitical energetic and spiritual centre of the world

and i have died and find myself before the Hideous Almighty who lives behind rahels hair salon in a sinsinati suburb and spends its eternity in a clawfoot bathtub full of geraniums and linseed oil

HA account for your life

ı it was a tragedy your travesty ı mean your majesty ı mean a travesty ı mean your tragedy

HA you lied in the baptistry

ı ı saw everywhere the popery

HA i tell you lifes a unity but its really a potpourri

ı always wanted to be a wannabe

HA instead a cacophanous catastrophe

ı god and whonym and beast alike  all just blabberies

and i climb into the tub with HA and we stuff geraniums in our orifices and giggle like mambos

i confess to having known ill die at 66 for decades  this is irritating not for the knowledge or its relative proximity or that its 20 years short of an average lifespan but as i havent had the time or means to imagine and prepare an adequate environment for the event and ill never have the money anyway   i can see it now   ill just continue devouring myself alive until they finally get me out of sight and i babble to imaginary friends and drop into the pit like a rotten chestnut   hell thats life

i wasnt born out of a female vagina like the rest of you but a patagendered rectum   the drunken doctor couldnt spell and recorded a rectory birth which made my guardians think i was destined for the priesthood   priest of what absinthe‽ fragmentation futility delusion alloftheabove‽

speaking of multiplechoice tests ive always loved them and have routinely sacrificed the possibility of success and romance to be able to create questions that satisfy my petty pedagogical deviances

mc test for confessings unreaders

when youre at a party and a compelling member of whonymity approaches you and fondles your gonads

a i dont go to parties

b what are gonads

c text my mother

d say lets go to the bathtub psycho

e b and d

f b c and d

g all of the below

h ı

ı h

j j

k once when i was at a party a conversation inspired me to _________

l

i confess to wanting to die at the precise moment my father does  not because i particularly love or respect my father  like everyone my fathers an idiot   but because i read somewhere that if you die at precisely the same moment as one of your parents the younger of the two at the time gets immediately transmogrified into an eternal rhododendron in the gardens of andetatta   of course if you die at precisely the same moment as both your parents  that bliss  the mutations so beautific we cant speak or even think of it but can only intone its fantastical desirability through this wee and insufficient chant

eriuz fakqer rweuv rwe mn reiu xpoi meqw vdhbu

i imagine meeting my father in purgatory and saying you incompetent mongoose why did you shoot your seed into my mothers hoary cunt and thus enable this stupid conversation and him saying why dont you just believe in the simple truth of jesus and my saying you inept wallabee then why are we both lounging in shadows without any absinthe for all eternity and him saying why dont you just believe in the simple truth of jesus and the absinthe attendant sauntering by with an empty tray and this infinite place without walls or ceilings or floors or meaning