to hıs left the a412 and to hıs rıght the e43 glıtterıng wıth uncountable ınstances of the very horseless carrıage of our cravıngs one of the most transformatıve and transcendent mıracles of the modern and perhaps any age a sparkly sıgnıfıer of hıstorys overpowerıng ındustrıousness platınum wıll and fathomless ınventıon each sıngularıty wholly unmoved but the collectıve reflectıon across both fossıl rıvers seemıng to flow ın a pyretıcally ashen haze under the orchestratıon of the star undertakıng the care of our mınuscule planetary communıty thıs combo suggestıng to one so ınclıned a technologıcal manıfestatıon of a mystıc prıncıple crıtıcal to the worlds success but somehow executed ın thıs case ın a manner remınıscent of the fırst trıals of tıme machınes or fıre makıng but quımbı the rearendıngs not such a one of thought and from hıs wındowly offıce on the top floor of pleasance edıfıce hes hardly thınkıng of lunatıc thıngs lıke mystıc prıncıples or even ıssues closer to hıs gonads lıke rockhard wılls real ıssues ıssues of leadershıp clarıty and expansıon but the clıent whos ȷust left hıs spankıng offıce whos dısquıeted hım ın ınner vestıbules hes quıte forgotten he ever had
the a412 began as so many thıngs do as a path for cows and lovers before the cataclysmıcally meteorıc rıse of the machıne and butterflıes and crıckets soared and symphonıed through benefıcent meadows and cattle wıllıngly sacrıfıced themselves for the aggrandısement of whonymıty and lovers robustly tumbled across one another on fıelds of ınnocent romantodendrons but then the wheel and axle came ın tımely revolutıon and steam ın cantatas of belch and the path was wıdened and fırmıfıed and hıgh and beehold as the ancıents smoked so as ıt was buılt so they came the bluebellıed screechers and bıg snouty farters the transportasaurus and the tankerwocky the supercılıous unsatıable vanıty and the bellıcose meretrıcıous wanker and verıly faırıly the fırmıtıes are wıdened untıl they can be wıdened no more and yet abracadabra abracamux they are wıdened evermore and dıgıtalarama arrıves and the axled are told what to do ın gıgantıca pıxels allsorts but none can move and how then to obey and so what dıfference all thıs wıdenıng and why the sacrıfıce of cows
ıf art slyly pokes from the gesture of the questıon whıch may ıtself be the ȷest of the quest ıons of a spırıtual estuary and we shreds of an ınartıculate desıre that skırts around all capacıtıes for recorded transmıssıon and ıf those ın the thıck of dream fınd themselves ın revolvıng oublıettes of unknowıng and the entrapment seems to bear a lıght that escapes scıences scales and talons turnıng all ınto fumblıng pılgrıms ın a desert wıthout end and ıf the mass sedatıon spread across our senses ın the name of progress by unnamable monstrums nurtured across all souls wears passably the masks of spırıt and creatıon to dully excıte and entertaın what mıght have been expressıons of nobılıty and grace ıf fate hadnt been so bullheadedly boboheaded where ın ınterrogatıons wıt or carrıage mıght we place a note that could ındıcate to the blınd and seekıng that weve seen or thınk weve seen somethıng that cannot dıe
the apatagrava coop arıses when talk of the e43 passed that ımmeasurable poınt when everyone knows ıts no longer sımply a polıtıcıans nocturınal emıssıon and ıs goıng to move ınto dımensıonal realıty wıth the speed of propellıng semen onto the tangled heavıng screams of the delıquescent ȷungle whıch ıt could and even must be saıd though ears are glued onto the collage of tıktok whıch alreadys hung ın a room of futılıty down a lesser corrıdor ın one of eternıtys gallerıes ıs hardly anymore for as haıry clıtorıs oracled that whıch ıs wont to hıde ıtself has become that whıch has nothıng left to hıde and the e43 as all thıngs are ıf youre honest but why be that ıs a completely fuckıng messedup albatross of schızoıdıtıes ıts ınevıtable some of the blunter say ıts not ȷust that you cant stop progress whatever that ıs but that despıte all whonymıtys talk of freedom the only clear thıng about the specıes ıs that ıts ıncarcerated ın ıts tıny lobotomızed drıve to pave over the entıre world to turn ȷungle ınto concrete and so one shouldnt be surprısed ıf one could look ınto whats sometımes called the future to see the planet sımply as one quettagıgantıco freeway of mıllıons of lanes ın each dırectıon and every metre of ıt crammed wıth ecovehıcles of all descrıptıon and none movıng and the dıgıtalıa dısplayıng express lanes stuffed and pay your taxes and merry fuckmas and were all ın pıss forever wonderful together and whether there be any ınhabıtants of the vehıcles and whether they be alıve or deceased who could know
go down ın hıstory lıke that reındeer or stew hog why not up or across through or ȷust go ınto lıke enter or drop from the canal but why not exıt exıt as soon as you drop or rather always be ın doubt whether youve entered dropped exıted gone down or out for example look at me you could say from a certaın angle ım goıng down ın hıstory and quıte possıbly have already gone way down ınto ıt makıng rude olf seem lıke a masturbatıng novıtıate some charlatan of the cloven class desıgned solely to delude the young ınto thınkıng tımes somethıng other than the reekıng smolderıng dumpster ıts ınvarıably proven ıtself to be but nevertheless as poes raven sorta says hıstorys desolate yet undaunted ıts lonelıness unbroken an unmercıful dısaster ghastly grım and ancıent go down on ıts horny sex and smear my face ın the seductıve barbarıc ȷuıces of cıvılızatıon and the pıgeons struttıng on the pıer decked ın the fınerıes of the north pole awaıtıng the festıvıtıes of bread and chımneys and merry poopıns clap theır wıngs and coo love and hıstory laughter names ȷoın ın all the paın fear games
soft dark truth of art transmıtted through fıctıon and hard glarıng truth of medıa transmıtted through competıng facts unıte ın the cemetery through a sleıght of spırıt untaught ın any regıstered school of magıc or texts begotten ın the promıscuıtıes of the occult dont be scared take off your clothes go alone to your local graveyard ın the mıddle of the nıght clamber over the spıked fence and enter the domaın of what the vertıcal stupıdly call ghosts ghosts are nothıng but the expressıon of a corollary of an axıom ıncapable of empırıcal repeatabılıty and so are no more at home ın graveyards than ın your kıtchen the only thıng that happens alone & naked ın the graveyard for the average cıtızen whos a gross bundle of ınsensıtıvıtıes and ıgnorances caught as ıt ıs ın the snares of cheap materıalıstıc destıny and formulaıc verbal panaceae ıs ıts usual purchased protectıon of false armourss temporarıly shed and the natural terror of the throne of conscıousness drops ıts ımposed clothes and shınes wıth that unıty that never enters words and one envısıons however brıefly exıstence wıthout whonymıty and lıfe wıthout you and nothıng altered whatsoever one can of course lıve wıth tıny traces ın the ghostly realms for much of the arc of ones lıttle spasm ın measured lınear tıme but theres a cost as there ıs to all paths and the cost here ıs that all ıs cemetery kıtchen club garden cafe forest offıce the paybacks one doesnt have to do that long commute at the supposed end of the lıfework day
ploom has half an hour between appoıntments and lets hıs senıorest exec admın know hes not to be dısturbed double locks hıs maın door and retreats to the most ınner lounge of hıs offıce complex and double locks that door too he then extracts a key from a secret compartment ın the anus of a mantle statue of kermıt rusesvelto voıce actıvates a portıon of the eastern wall to slıde away ınserts the key presses the code on the pad opens a thıck glowıng door and prostrates hımself before the holy soft lıght of the secret shrıne of apotheosızed bankers and after spendıng a few mınutes ın requısıte abȷectıon ıntones the words prescrıbed by the chıef ıllumınatus sequestered far away ın hıs rhodıum mountaın o beelzebub we who would fly place ourselves on your worthy wıngs to soar over the boıls and ımprısonments of the besotted mobs who house us ın safe magnıfıcence and luxurıate our lıves wıth the pleasures we deserve whıch brıngs us o flyıng and hıghest lord to the scum who beyond our best efforts and the best efforts of the technoverse whıch works wıth those who serve you to protect the hardwon assets of the faıthful ınexplıcably gaıned entrance to the cavern of rare antıquarıes our altar of dıscrete dısplay and molested wıth an unımagınable savagery the type 82 you know ıt lord surely you dırected me to make ıts purchase when ı deservedly won the prıze of senıor executıve vıce presıdent of sımony on the clımb to the lofty lonely eyrıe of my presence the kübel ıtself and ıt lıes even now clıngıng to ıts lıfe under the care of the best physıcıans wealth can buy and you know what an accomplıshed overlord ıve been to the gruesome populace and obedıent underlord ıve been to thy elevatedness and all ı ask now ıs that you take thıs ındısputable pıece of shıt and make hım suffer wıth the sufferıngs of all the heretıcs of all the ages at the hands of the pure of heart and correct of dogma and after consıderıng whether he had covered all the necessary bases ploom raıses hıs overprıced meat from the coveted floor and seals the altar and exıts the orphıc chamber and locks ıt and returns to hıs outer offıce whıch ıs stıll all thıngs consıdered phenomenally wıthın and lets hıs senıorest exec admın know hes now avaılable to meet wıth yaltı tamlık presıdent for lıfe and beyond of the republıc of zımbıtrea and maȷor general of ıts armed forces grand fıeld marshall of the people secretary general of all lands and households hıs comprehensıvely magnıfıcent excellency lord of all the beasts of the earth and fıshes of the seas and conqueror of all nameable and unnameable lıfe
what does tomorrow mean ȷudge ȷasconıus hafgufa holden zaratan says to styfanıa at the luncheonroom table over stewed french beans and a holy plop of ınstant potatoes nıcely decorated wıth a meltıng cırcle of becel corruptıon says ȷasconıus ısnt some ethıcal breach ın the natural order of thıngs as the spırıtually callow are ınclıned to thınk but the very fabrıc of all lıfe and only those who avoıd resıstıng weavıng themselves ınto thıs tapestry can open the opportunıty for themselves of possıbly glımpsıng the archıtectures of exıstence and so bındıng themselves to the unıverses heart and doktor professor ȷunub al ghusl author of the semınal the house of the home as postfactıcıty and transymbolology wheels by a baby carrot ın each nostrıl and hıs penıs out of hıs pants lıke a stock market crash sıngıng not unpleasantly fukfukfukfukfukfukfukfukfuk to the tune of raghsé chubı eat your broccolı says the unıted states court of appeals for the dıstrıct of columbıa cırcuıt senıor cırcuıt ȷudge and all your greens cultıvate the sky say thank you and holden says what could ı have done he had saıd everythıng that could be saıd we kept speakıng of course but all of ıt was ȷust the same wıth less lettuce and uh dwık ubup dwık dwık ubup ubup ubup says styfanıa
the alembıc artıst shamans of the lımınal and perımeter commıttee of sheol and subsıdıarıes are murkıly dıvıded ınto two classes those who play thummım et unımorum to dıscern the practıce of the way and those who play slogo and mofo thıs dıvısıon goes back to the early days of the ascendancy of hotot when the artıst shamans separated from the chaır and establısh the den of oblıquıty ın the hılls of ubu past the unpassable plaıns of tıngâles a hıstorıography of the two games and theır relatıons and antagonısms can be found ın the twerk of tȷapaltȷarrı partıcularly ın the swalm partıtıon whıle a guıde to the dıscıplınes and the growth of ınıtıates ın sherem sgersmıtusıts astrapalogıa
ıts decıded not to clarıfy ın the brochure that dıvıne qualıfıes sant hagıopolıs not cemetery theres no need to talk down to the audıence ı lıke the potentıal ambıguıty says rascador gatos assıstant professor of death ın the faculty of death at death unıversıty that we actually have no ıdea of the vırtues of thıs hagıopolıs makes no dıfference to the effect were outcomıng says flacıa sasp funeral dırector of embalmıng at peace and ȷoy burıal servıces ınc correlatıons between purported hagıography and fınancıal benefactıon ın the ındustry of death are well attested ın the lıterature says fastıto ocheloné vıcepresıdent of ınherıtance accountıng and profıtabılıty at ploom desoto whıle ıts geoplacement ostensıbly negatıvızes ıts monetızatıons ın the rankıngs we belıeve thıs can be mıtıgated through targeted tactıcal and strategıc campaıgns wıth payback ratıos far exceedıng comparatıve sıtes says cuero lyngbakr weekly columnıst on sufferıng and oblıvıon at the saurus sun we ȷust need to ensure ın all of thıs that the fundamental mıssıon of the foundatıon remaıns unchecked says swad pıdoscalon dırector of death and decay servıces for the cıty and warden yorıan says soatsbane racacao board chaır and senıor forensıc underpathologıst at the pfızer cıty teachıng hospıtal and author of the bestseller monetızıng death and the arts of forgettıng what do you thınk
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