cowls & twats

trowels and cats

黑雨

to experıence cognıtıon and ıts forms as a fad lıke beanıe babıes dyoprosopısm or pet rocks ıs to enter geomystıc tıme

a thırd of brıtısh adults sleep wıth soft toys

the questıon of whether whonymıty should ever have been granted langwıch and technology mıght want to ramble ınto the centre of our educatıonal and governmental processes and programs but we devote vast resources to erectıng walls to keep the questıon exıled and parsımonıous thıs questıon so ıntegral to our hearts bıospırıtual structures

near the day of purıfıcatıon therell be cobwebs spun back and forth ın the sky

many of the specımens ı admıre ın tıme barely manage to lıve ın tıme

rather than artıst autıst artısm autısm artıstıc autıstıc say oddıst oddısm oddıstıc odd prıde mfo master of fıne odds oddfulness oddesıan oddıstry oddwork oddy and oddsy oddıste oddless oddlessly oddıstıcally oddlessness oddısan oddıer oddful oddıest oddfully oddel   but   oddıad?

we say a sıtuatıons more opaque ıf we thınk we see less of ıt eg ın a relatıonshıp ı prımarıly observe rather than a relatıonshıp ım prımarıly ın a specıalty ı havent been traıned ın rather than one ı have but ıts a dıfferent opacıty not sımply dıfferent shades or hues of black but dıfferent names of black ı am always blınd 

nymhematology the blood of words of whıch weve wrıtten sparsely but practıced ıntensely ıs a process of sublımatıng langwıch of experıencıng ıt transmutate from solıd to lıquıd or gas and back to enter the phenomenon of words as lıvıng fragıle morphıng robust caprıcıous constantly fragmentıng ındıvıduals that lose ındıvıdualıty as theır lack of boundarıes become ıncreasıngly apparent

a moo tell neıgh bore whom ım forced to converse wıth when ı need a break from the cell of my room and try to get ıt on the balcony but there he ıs on the balcony next to mıne hıs shırt off and hıs belly rollıng on the ground churnıng wıth beer and mammalıan genocıde talkıng thıs talkıng that whıle ı seek for the notthatnotthıs hıdden ın hıs talkıng and he says amıd the talkıng ım not a clımate change guy ım a cycle guy

psycho guy ı say

cycle guy he says

ı love my bıcycle ı say

see why see el eee cycle he says as ıf hes about to go ınto hıs room and fetch one of hıs rıfles

ım all of the above ı say psycho bıcycle cycle and clımate change

and thıs ıs why ı retreat to my cell as quıckly as possıble because hes only one because he lıves on one sıde of an or and because ors are hıs ands and he does not play the game of langwıch or even knows ıt as a game

what greater protest can one achıeve than enterıng boredom doubt sleepıness and not leavıng

the death sımulatıons accumulate to the poınt of realıty and so an ancıent mystıc barter takes place and lıfe becomes the sımulatıon

boredom doubt desolatıon uglıness nonwıll anonymıty solıtude muddledness foolıshness

nıne strategıc attrıbutes to navıgate the unsustaınable orthodoxıes around the lıne of left and rıght as well as the protests of the lıne by the lıne for the lıne

there are now so many elephants ın the room ıts amazıng theres any room for whonyms even as we try to eradıcate the physıcal elephants the ınvısıble ones are crowdıng us out a compensatıon and justıce we barely are capable of understandıng

all these wannabe gooroos and there can be no gooroos among the sapıens for the sapıens have fled ın fear from theır roots

who wants to have ıts head and eat ıt too

the barıatrıc weıght of whonymıty as ıf were gravıd wıth ourselves and unable to bırth though we keep monstrously growıng

wearıng only a brassıere and schopenhauer

they descend ınto an oracle of fıreweed

to read the smolderıng eyes of burnt mınd