ethnographıes of soul

we eat for the living and we eat for the dead

whereas you just bury your dead and eat for yourselves alone

the legal evils and the illegal virtues

as the technology gets friendlier the whonyms obeying its dictates get more incompetent

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the loud

worm  warm soft beneath

how nıce to be a

how much work play is   how its so costly in every area of cost  in part because dominant society only recognizes a bifurcation of work and play and validates the latter solely inside that bifurcation   if your works play though you have to work very hard and relentlessly to play   working at building living bridges over the chasms societys created to sever itself becomes the play

our fascination with the songs and images of blackholes      look  the parents of our souls can sing      look  the night of our days has a face and its the image of our dreams

theres the battle for the natural or the claimants of the natural and the battle for the artificial or the claimants of the artificial and the battle between the claimants of the natural and the claimants of the artificial and the battles among the battles

how disgusting words are 

treatise on slobber and eternity

deaths funny   life never is ands incapable of humour   all laughter comes from death   but deaths only funny on its own   sitting as it can  though rarely now with such towering tottering life pressing across the falling spaces  on some footstool far from life   as soon as it gets up and enters life the comedys left behind  somewhere in an untrampled desert full of absent footstools

whonyms are words and so the questions how to combine and distort them to make poems instead of the mediaridden prose of the production forces

the land of my mınd desires to be mapped and a name for this desire is sadooıa and here are some rudimentary cartographical adventures in the forms and legends given to us by energıes of the dark sun

blueberries are anticarcinogens   but sprayed blueberries are carcinogens   balance

an alphabetic language where vowels are the only letters and consonants are inferred   the opposite of an abjad

let us all set ourselves on fire by the sad steps of the law