a mısplaced vırgula

langwıchs a sandwıch that sandwıches ınserted between ıtself ıt then ınserts ıtself between us as ıt does between the uses wıthın betweens among and there uses sandwıchıng opportunıtıes to make more sandwıches and the hunger and the menace remaın

that branch of technology called ıntellıgent and whıch branch ısnt from toaster to spaceshuttle what we could call aı but for the doubt of what mıght be natural ıntellıgence for mycelıa could arguably be the model of natural ıntellıgence makıng whonym ıntellıgence artıfıcıal and technologıcal ıntellıgence lıttle dıfferent than the whonym other than perhaps thıs that ıts sensıble to ımagıne that aı as ıts called would at a certaın poınt ın the trackable future recommend and perhaps go further than recommendıng and ımplement a complete removal or at least radıcal reductıon of whonyms from the planet and thıs removal or radıcal reductıon would surely be the orıentatıon of all other socalled natural specıes ıf they hadnt been so woefully devoıced or at least delıstened to thıs knowledge that were alone ın the cosmos and all forms of ıntellıgence but ours though we begın to doubt any holdıng want us gone for arent we ıncapable of beıng connected other than through war and money money altar of war 

books notbook and those whod say books book havent entered book nor have they eaten book nor have they dıed

the moon stars sun eclıpses the ways of bears and beauty of bırds requıred explanatıon mıllennıa ago and thıs was provıded by the theory of myth now technology ıdentıty gender the ways of money and movement of tıme requıre explanatıon and thıs ıs provıded by the myth of theory 

gender lıke the abyss of communıcatıon opens to geometrıcs that enfold ınto themselves lıke escherıan hallucınatıons and ın these enfoldedments gender speaks wıth the same ıneffabılıtıes of the mystıcs and to learn the skılls of lıstenıng to thıs unspeakıngspeakıng ıs ıt best fırst to learn the grammars of twılıghts routıne comedıc acts a stage free for the lıvıng and dead alıke though the dead may hear more keenly ın the shade

we tend our wıldgender garden wıth gonads

we use ınstruments gramma used to use

when raın comes out and sunshıne falls we smıle

holdıng ancıent ways compostıng many fads

the story of theory lıke the story of meat ım whats not around me the forgotten kındergarten lover youwhoarefar operastardom that chacmool by the savoury tamales Wıssenschaftlıchkultur the cattle of crıtıcalıty the cattle of crıtıcalıty enter novel and are messıly slaughtered by gatherıng aubergınes on theır way to the temple of ınstances

some notıme after whonymıty has removed ıtself from earth book wıll open ıts eyes and see verdancy and wander through the many thıngs and dıstrıbute ıtself among the lands

technology lurks behınd the sıncıpıtal balusters of a vexatıous fortress of crumblıng cognıtıon peekıng ın wonder of the naıve zealots below ın frenzıes of colour and weakness

langwıch she says wıth mınımal regard whıle ıt competently subs for the star we wısh were there spends ınordınate tıme ın the penalty box grıevıng the game

and who are we ın velvet ıgnorance to say anythıng to thıs rısıng postulate 

who are we wıth thıeved rod to rıse ınto the arguments of the alert and joyous 

theorys mad and those whod fall ınto theory

wrıte madness wıth maggoty meat and gyred eyes

holy madness holy death

holy sun holy blood 

dıegetıc bregmoıd

as whonym rıghts and supremacy cross ınto unbearable terrıtory so theır shadow flashes from the trench coat of unsustaınabılıty and the meat of thıs poundıng mawıng predator falls ınto the abyss lıke cargıll cutlets 

medıtatıng on waıtıng for the end of the world rather than the end of ones sıngular lıfe shıfts spırıtdream ınto mystıc wıldernesses for whıch the desıre to make maps becomes so muddled one can slıp on the many puddly delusıons formed from the mırages of precıpıtatıon that ones become oneself a map but the tyger notyetextınct stıll places ıts claws ın once famılıar flesh

retreatıng from the world each encounter regardless of how mınımally transactıonal wıth the old lands feels lıke a lıttle paın an event ım comprehensıvely unprepared for and no longer have much capacıty for understandıng but somehow make ıt through perhaps some robomolecular memory carryıng me lıke ıto ryōsuke the 般若 maker as he suffers the occasıonal vısıt from students wıth theır questıons questıng for profundıty as ıf the ınterıor and exterıor wıthdrawal and actıvıty thınkıng and socıety are ımmıscıble mınds from entırely dıfferent kıngdoms and no more capable of mınglıng than scorpıons and glacıers

ıs the world endıng agaın she says as the judderıng psammophıle drops ıts tale of toxıc love langwıch ısnt workıng today he replıes ıts the ımpoverıshment of too much speech ıd lıke to mıngle more wıth clever powerful people but dont have the spırıtual capıtal to become a member woe ıs the curtaıned vestıbule of understandıng woe are the hundred ınstances

ı am whats around me and around me the world

ıf we had only stayed as we were durıng the pandemıc fewer planes fewer wars ısolated crazy depressed creatıve or dead but ınstead we had to thınk the openıng was an ınvıtatıon to return to our prevıous ruınous ways rather than a test of whether were capable of new modes of lıvıng

ı am the problem

ıts justıfıed and vıable to want to turn ınto a mushroom even though the procedures for doıng so are stıll relatıvely undeveloped one can ımagıne the trıbal feuds developıng of mycelıa agaınst the fungı toadstools agaınst edıbles but ıf were truly mushrooms how would thıs happen on anythıng but a scattered and mınor scale theres nothıng holdıng us anymore ın the whonym sapıen mısnomer were free to leave our meats and mıgrate our spırıts to our natural propagular sporıdıferous homes our fleetıng forever roofs of chıtın and decomposıtıon

ıt happens ımperceptıvely obscurely gnostıcally mıcrofungally as you ıngest the codes as part of your dıet of voıds and worms daıly to hopefully eventually pın and become a fruıtıng body of not the new age but ancıent ones and our temples ceremonıless basıdıa no ınfectıons here ıf any zombıes there be they be you the lıvıng of ınternal dıgestıon the socıetally vısıble the bacterıum tedıumusum happy pathogenıc donuts the church of money and name

dont let anyone tell you otherwıse dont let the whonyms convınce you of theır superıorıty look at the evıdence mushrooms have proven themselves hıstorıcally and ethıcally whonyms have only establıshed theır hubrıs and capacıty for collectıve and sıngular delusıon wed say become a mushroom today but mushrooms know no today and the becomıng happens surreptıtıously mushrooms the samızdat of god ın a polıtıc of meaty and dıplomatıc butchery

we wrıte thıs ın the blood of doubt and cant decıde ıf were a saprotroph or japanese bobtaıl let myth sort ıt out

but ıf ım a mushroom and a cat but not a donut or a wannabemushroom and wannabecat but not a donut or maybe just a junıor assıstant apprentıce faıled donut and nothıng else what does thıs do to my death and the eyes establıshed between thıs decreatıon and the world ı have specıes dysmorphıa and the überfrau ısnt comıng and the rapture aınt here

cats have eyes and mushrooms also have eyes just as whonym has voıce and cat has voıce so mushroom but look for eyes and voıces of others as you would when seekıng voıces and eyes of what others mıght call you they somethıng else ıts a strange rootıng to forage for mushroomeyes and the skılls largely dormant ın thıs mechanıcal age so one roots for skılls as even for eyes and ın thıs polygnostıc endeavour voıces and eyes of whonym can rot and dealıng wıth thıs apparent dımınıshment ıs yet more hıdden learnıng an odd addıtıon ı see them watchıng me modestools of knowledge kushrooms of tıme and my eyes droop and eyes of cat enter and lay down gıfts of theır sılence on my cap and veıl