15.4.22

confessings nicht

 

today im going to pick up my cat in its meowmobile   were going to meow around itti bitti and its heads gonna swivel 360° and it looks as if its a psychedelic cat gif in the international space station   its not really my cat anymore   whonyms say that about cats  its a joke  we belong to the cats not the cats to us   haha  but its not that sense i mean   i mean that koo-shQa  lets call it that  the name of all cats and the intimation of feline divinity  that name all cats recognize when you say it to them  the symcatico in their eyes  the yinyang of scratch and baast of patacomms   mirrored an i or some is in this i when it lived with eye in my carousel in babylon   free to roam and die it was a meow among the people and a meteorology to the masses   floating onto my lap it was a lazuli of the soul and an irritant unto pearls   but now  comfortably incarcerated in treats and coddles with none of its kind to induce it into the eros of felidae and its meow and lustre are lost


confessingss not just calloohar but a biocollage  a mashup of life which itselfs a mashup so a mashup of a mashup  its mashups all the way up  this concept was first introduced as biothanatohagiography in sadoo metrohoras work the autoapotheosis of ı      first‽!!   theres no first   thiss whats wrong with the world  its immaturity   any species still thinking one exists other than as a necessary fiction should be eradicated from dimensionality      no stream of consciousness but streamings


sadoo?! whats a sadoo   well were gathered here together in the temple of boomboom at the sadoo schlub in the żłób lounge for that very papoose   thanks for coming and bringing your gonads   you can think of sadoo as calloohar cast through an anarchic series of infinite prisms set in the incoherent mind of an apophatic star and calloohar as sadoo cast the same but in aschimophobic reverse   the more you confess the more youll understand this through the cosmic gift of notunderstanding


ive learned to masturbate without fantasizing  at least without fantasizing about anything sexual   i now think about letters and phonemes in shifting freeform geometric play   i get so aroused by these dmt apparitions associating with each other with original abandon my cock makes the amerikan steel industry look like playdoh and i cum so hard it arcs over my bellybutton and sometimes  if things tessellate  approaches the far suburbs of my nipples   this is meditating and masturbating simultaneously  mediturbating mastitating   this is the fyoochur  sex wo organs  sex wo sex  cumyums of langwich


in the oz scars last yorrow some famed whonym male hits another famed whonym male   everyone in the world  well except a lot of people and most of the nonpeople except a few incredulous cats  watch it the next day   most comments praise the hitted and diss the hitter in virtuous virtuosity as the people  well except some of the people and who knows about the nonpeople  do     we see many hypocrisies but well list three and you do the rest as were tired of doing all the work 4 u


won      the hitter  while rich and famous  does maintain an unconventional relationship  well unconventional for those narrowminded gobbies whore less creative than a smartphone  and the great conformist mass exercises its legal right to godgiven moral superiority at every possible occasion at least while waking   think of how tiresome this gets for those who are slightly but quite legitimately deviant


doo      the virtuousers love of violence  not simply through their obsessions with such actions  the news generally  but their  which is to say our and yours and mine  laundered participation in direct acts of incarceration suffering torture murder   of countless other living creatures whonyms and nonwhonyms alike  embedded into societys intransigent conventions 


tree      the hitter did provide a moment the people want  moments  they receive an opportunity to promote their charlatan righteousness and speak their mind   and for generosity they criticize the hitter‽   bread and circuses  circuses and bread  bircuses and cread  at least the people got irkuses


that the protagonists are called rock and will just shows again

what all the wits know

that some lugubrious comedians writing the script

and were all the butt of the groke


fnlly  an authentic cinematic moment  thx2all

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