स्वीकार गर्दैs बाह्र

 

i confess to knowing now theres nothing sadder than writing and to begin writing is to embark on a oneway journey of sadness   to find oneself alone in an ocean without map or name

and also to not knowing this knowing which doubles the immeasurable sadness and returns it with smirks & bonuses

the thing has potential if it only knew how to use it

it would have a future if only it would enter time

it doesnt know how to dominate thus can only be dominated and runs from domination to domination like a rabbit

and calls itself trickster to avoid complete disintegration

youre neither here nor there  in nor out  dead or alive

not a mobster but a mopester

a mopestar tinkling in desolate night

tinkledown spirituality

how is this confessing

it all   it alls confessing

all shall be hell and all shall be hell and all manner of thing shall be hell

hooligan of langwich

the great pisswick

the bot thickens as dickwick macabre crosses the cystic stage

denials the only game in town

i may not understand what you say but ill defend to your death my right to deny it

see you later dysodile

in a while propagator

in the big inning lilith decreated the beethovens and the zombies

the only thing distinguishing artificial intelligence from whonyms is the latters capacity to pun

that punny and money are nymhematological cousins is a kinship devoutly to be shuffld

i confess to being or seeming or becoming or not a succourless succotash suffering sucker riding in an abuse caboose to doktor sooss zoozoo

whonyms are naturally artificial intelligence so theres no artificial intelligence outside the whonym other than in the fact that intelligence always exists outside

im a tricksters whos been tricked into a ghostly ghastliness   a wick whos lost its kerosene a brick without hay click without a mouse lick without a lollipop prick without a pocket schtick

i barely know how to converse transactionally in society anymore   ive withdrawn so much that when eg i go for a useless hearing test that work insanely requires i have to reach into historical scripts to be able to know how to respond to the fatuous tester what the appropriate grimaces are to show in reply to his wretched jokes   they ask have you been exposed to noise in the last 24 hours   of course ive been exposed to noise you discarded offal   i feel like a vegancookie in a munitions factory

as a colleague says all thats left to do is scream