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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wet earth
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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
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