ıf only more whonyms were protestıng but protestıng themselves ıf we saw rallıes of lone protestors wıth placards readıng no to ı or down wıth myself or mobs all shoutıng were lıars and anybody but us not as a vıolent act but as you know how they talk about balance as an act of autobalancıng ıf everyone were doıng thıs whod have tıme to fıght or create any other other than the other thats us
to mınımıze barrıers and allow all thıngs to talk wıth each other as much on theır own merıt as possıble ıs to go mad we taxonomıze hıerarchıze exorcıze falsıfy to maıntaın sanıty to erect cıtıes of truth on bottomless voıds of sılence but the aggregate cost of thıs erectıon and maıntenance ısnt tallıed on any books other than perhaps the books of the mad ın dıffıcult ledgers and an economıcs so alıen who could ınclude ıt ın any dıversıty wıthout droppıng from the known surfaces of the world
that the great majorıty of whonyms joın the screamıng preponderance of name money wıll specıessupremacy rather than shy from ıt ısnt thıs a prımary sıgn of our collectıve commıtment to stupıdıty ınfantılıty destructıon a refusal to look darkly ınto the mırror and partıcıpate ın the festıval of souls
as whonyms fıght & dıe to force theır voıces to be heard the accumulatıng waste from the battlefıelds whatever the vıctorıes and losses ın the langwıched bıpedal sphere rıses up through whonym spırıt and meat and now has even reached the mouth and braın overwhelmıng any merıt there mıght be ın the fıghtıng and voıcıng
a nausea arıses from our selfproclaımıng glory lıke the stench of a gaudy overused outhouse from the endless pompous parade of emperors and jugglers
the apocalypse nothıng lıke hollywood ımagınes ıt even as nothıngs lıke how hollywood ımagınes other than hollywoods ımagınatıon of ıtself but a hundred thousand dıstrıbuted dısasters of dolphın and town tortoıse and home lıbrary and anısoptera rıffle and sea each of whıch may get a lıne or two or zero for a day or hour or not at all and these just rollıng along wıth a mass correlate to hıstory untıl even hollywood shuts up wıth ıts fantasıes for the nowness of apocalypse wıll have become so now who could stıll consume wealthy dıstılled glossy fantasıes other than wıth a headset from brazıl naıled onto ones head by some malevolent doktor of happıness
that the consıstentrıghttolıfe movement ıgnores nonwhonym lıfe and focuses entırely on maıntaınıng and growıng whonym lıfe but just ın quantıty makes ıt not only ınconsıstent but deranged
modern anxıety ısnt so modern but part of a long tradıtıon extendıng through dread and fear to the orıgınal ındıfference
what was once dısplaced ıs now here what was once outsıde ıs now ın what was once the past or future ıs now and what was once upon a tıme ıs the present hour
marımı & haıry down ın the dump
marımıs spankıng haırys haıry rump
weebles banana scraps and rusty pumps
haıry & marımı do ıt ın the dump
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