onessings xv

 

we refer unreaders to our meditations on novel to determine whether or not confessingss a novel  after all if museo de la novela de la eternas a novel why cant this be   youre a novel im a novel theyre a novel   and to covida as to whether confessings is a pandemic   we do know that confessingss a very important new way to organize and present time   its also  and this shouldnt be undervalued or dismissed just because were uncouth blasphemous and obscene  worship   orisons of praise and supplication   toward what‽   god of course   but you clearly dont believe in any god‽   naturally not  theres no surer way to destroy god than belief   then what the hell are you talking about‽   those who ask such questions expecting answers in any form let alone words should be on basefook not confessings   you sure depend on words for someone who doesnt value them   words are breath and breath is time and times confessing  but none of thats a dependence ands more of a love affair

what our unreader doesnt realize is that confessing isnt done  its not an activity  and certainly not one that has an object   for proper confessing to occur you dont confess to anyone  or you confess to everything continuously which is much the same thing   and its this quality of confessing thats its energy   that turns us confessingadi into desert parents and children full of strange beseechings and succiduous visions

witlesstein once said that theyd planned to make a philosophical work consisting entirely of jokes but that they had failed to write this book since they lacked a sense of humour   this is that book  we are witfullstein and langwichs our ontology and fuck

im very pleased with the way my lifes decaying   the methods by which im set aside and forgotten   these daily death gifts each of which is a healthy bonbon full of nutrition and surprises   i await their delivery as the suburbs await their fedex and amazon packages  with a tracking anticipation and anxiety

the city wallows in its glittering makeup and the exiled trees sniff the newcomer perfume as if it were a laughter or an innocence

even the thought now of leaving house to get eggss an adventure  as complex as planning to go to eukratidia or invade nauru   i must be 92  society looks like a highschool corridor  i go to a bar and its full of yabbering foeti   hows langwich possible in the womb i say moscow mules in the uterus i say conders never wease i say  im beaten up and thrown in a dumpster and the fun rolls without end   its my fault   ive lost capacity  ive retreated so far for so long i dont remember how to socialize   the autoexile of my dreams has become my cave and bedding   but those whove retreated from retreat andve lost my capacity to lose capacity   we seek a society in which ones permitted to retreat and to retreat from retreat simultaneously and equally  we want many treats

all the conflicted blab from the colonialists following the scripts about first nations   if they were serious about compensation all the white people would go to compounds called second nations  perhaps farflung walled ghettoes in the wilderness with mercury and whiskey for water  and the first nations people would take over the cities and wed see what happens