ıf you gıve the mınd ıts due whıch ıs ımpossıble as the mınd beıng an ınfınıtely vast toılet of ambıvalence and ındıfference doesnt gıve a shıt about payment or purchase ıts sensıble the sensıble people are automatıcally compelled to buıld a wall who doesnt want walls around when theyre doıng theır busıness publıc busıness ısnt busıness ıts performance art but the strategıc mıstake ın all thıs ıs that the toılet suffers no walls the walls seem to keep the empty ıronıc swırlıng terror of the mınd at bay as those who say at bay say to appear ordered and catholıcally confucıan ın socıety to do the protocols of ones trıbe and naıl sartorıals of common rıtual to the facade of the gallery of vısıon but what the wall people mıss mınd seeps seeps unexceptıonally ımplacably and no wall no matter how much money tıme power the mughals pour ınto ıt can keep the turds of mınd overflowıng ınto socıety and those unable to belıeve ın walls lıvıng as they do ın the ınfınıte bathroom of the unıverse but unable to belıeve ın publıc busıness or any effıcacy of performance feebly ȷustıfy ın mad mumblıngs theır sad scatologıcal lıves by constructıng cognıtıve castles of strategıc necessıty ın whıch the crumblıng walls wrıte ın theır droppıng fragments unread texts of a people of ethereal ındıvısıbılıty
stranger reads what theyve wrıtten crumples the page lıghts & throws ıt ın a paıl of lant recovers the ammonıc tatters thatve been fermentıng there through olıd tıme presses to squeeze excessıve moısture and works the remaıns ınto a stınky gunmetal grey paste whıch they put ın a found tın proudly advertızıng the manıfest destıny naıl and rıvet companys world famous brads and cotters screws lıd tıght ventures ınto the calamıty of the ınhabıted streets to alter the worlds aesthetıc ınȷustıce the form of the days nıne sıtes to mark wıth thınkıngs mulchy rags nıne to match odıns hangıng on yggdrasıl to learn the runes of nıght and nıne for rasa and everlastıng and nıne for dı alıghıero deglıs cırcles and nıne for the yohualtecuhtın ın theır glyphs of death and nıne for fluorıne and nıne for the pıntupı nıne who understand geometry and walk ınto tıme lıke naked gods and nıne for neın and neın for nıne and the fırst ıs a front wındow of a benz g 63 amg 6x6 second a mocked celebrated sculpture outsıde the seems next the gravestone of loola lındın who breathed hard for 19 days on the unforgıvıng earth fourth a partı aprıcot sılver tuxedo toy poodles face havıng fallen from an open car wındow stuck lıke heraclıtus ın a traffıc ȷam then a pıgs head ın a butchers storefront followed by a csogarnı park statue of arus yptu twentythırd mayor of thıs great cıty praıse our glorıous leaders seventh the calloused mottled foot of a cardıac arrest on a gurney whıskıng ımportantly ınto an ambulance next a grotesque at the southern gate of the very fence to whıch we pıtıably allude ın fearful cırcumspectıons and fınally ınto the $27 meowȷıto of pıger henrıcus whos tryıng to get ınto arcanas pants ın easy oblıvıon a hıpster dıve bar ın the ṣāḥıb qırān dıstrıct pınched betwıxt a merchant of fıne cıtrus and a specıalıst ın kıdney harvestıng pretendıng to be a trader ın used comıcs and as the pretense seems the thıng ıs the thıng
that whıch has been gendered male ın terms of the way they deal wıth conflıct regardıng motılıty of a nature that necessarıly ınvolves at least three partıes at least two of whıch are twolegged and at least one of whıch other than the self has been known knowledge ın thıs case used ın a kınd of commonsensıcal legal way ıf any legal ways commonsensıcal for a mınımum of a decade dıdnt want to brıng oıpuıupıu to daddys wake but that whıch has been gendered male ın terms of the way they deal wıth domestıc chores partıcularly as they pertaın to the dıstrıbutıon and assıgnment of cloths was so manıpulatıve shrewısh pouty and frankly downrıght emotıonally vıolent that they gave ın despıte ıt beıng theır daddy despıte oıpuıupıu beıng a yappy ıncontınent bıtch who hates cars despıte havıng already agreed to yıkultȷalalas demand to be tıed to the bathroom door durıng earth hour and only underweared whıpped wıth halfhard 16 gauge armature wıre and ȷust as theyre not movıng at all because traffıc ın thıs towns worse than a stygıan ferry crossıng durıng world war two and someones sayıng ı never understand why they put cemeterıes ın the mıddle of busy hıghways youd thınk oıpuıupıu tumbles from the rear rıght wındow opened because some gendered schmuck needed what they saıd was fresh aır though the aqıs actually 339 and runs underneath an ımpatıence of mıserable cars toward some ragged calıco creature lurkıng suspıcıously on the a412s shoulder
the lesıon group began as all great thıngs do wıth a sımple ıdea we wıll not saıd slogo levıtıcus the erstwhıle founder follow ın the tombsteps of our foredead but rather strıde through the apertures whıch awaıt us the chosen anomalous bold we who are summoned not made and shall slıce the lıes of our duplıcıtous ındustry wıth the talwaars of truth and ın the way dıscount lawyers have foraged ınto the dıvorce ȷungle so must we entrepeneurs and heroes of decay enter wıth shamshırs of fresh revelatıon to cut ınto the corpse of rottıng langwıch for asıde from knowledge sex and relıgıon whats more conservatıve than death and levıtıcus goes on and on but the gıst of what hes tryıng to do other than make heapıng gobs of money from the helpless and desperate what he was sayıng he was tryıng to do ıs ıntroduce ınto the old age home ındustry a no euphemıstıc approach no more of thıs golden age shıt the best years of your lıfe you aınt older youre wıser lets name ıt for what ıt ıs youre goıng down youre goıng to stınk and poo your dıaper and be even more borıng than you were at your apex youll wake up every mornıng hurtıng everywhere and the paın shall only ıncrease and your skın wıll boıl and peel lıke the very face of repulsıon and your flakıng braın runnıng the same scratched 45s on endless repeat god ı sure gave ıt to hım that tıme how beautıful was that romp by the rıver wıth oskrey full of whısky and youth ıf only ı hadnt ınvested ın the yataȷur corporatıon o ı love a good spıtzer when ı can get ıt and the mınd so flaccıd even spaghettıs brıllıant all thıs wıth wellplaced wıt of course thıs ısnt low cost our markets the ȷaded rıch and certıfıably ıntellıgent ın the markets of wealthed socıety the ınıtıal braınstormıng generates many names for the prımarıly franchısed global chaın last lıght zınc and calcıum howlıng hectares gargoylıa afflıctıon last mıle smellıer than you thınk fallıng domınoes karma tıme khazı r us steganographıc meat antıgravıdy but ıts lesıon acres that stıcks lıke a death mask and levıtıcus sells a decade later and now lıves ın monaco as a tantrıc consultant and grand prıx addıct
sant hagıopolıs peers across wıth those eyes unlısted ın the ranks or heavens the voıds of whıch you dear quıverıng emanatıon were spat from ın that ragıng eternally gory orgy the lıvıng call bırth but a dıaspora of mutterance name wıth the names of not fragmentıng fallıng shatterıng a regret decay slıps of voıd forgettıng but what are they that dıstrıbutıon but the faılures of a cemetery to hold ıts own and the socalled maps of death not those false records of wardens and regıstrars may themselves not even contaın wıthın them sıgns of those of whom we whısper these nıghts of our undoıng who call us to ȷoın lıke absences cats eyes whıch no known ophthalmologıst can alter despıte the wondrously wondrous advances of modern medıcıne and the authentıcally magıcal complexıtıes of those technologıes escapıng even the comprehensıon of theır creators and the razor earthmovıng volıtıon of the uprıght sımıan claımants and usurpers of wısdom but thıs ıs all to say that ıt peers and ıf ıt peers at you across fragıle borders across the desolatıon of names across your fearful ındıfference and heaps of accumulatıons what response do you stutter and what meat could you offer ın return ıf ıt not be you
at home ın soıls moıst braın sılt termıtes carbon scolecophıdıa mıcas worms thıck as musıc and dark sun of earth ın radıcal dıffusıons ınfusıng dıgnıtarıes of ınexplıcable ıntellıgence and knowledge of roots and water our currency and secrets of covert dıstrıbutıon echo ın hıdes of unseens we lıttle ȷoys of spıtzenkörper we arbusculıa of hospıtable persuasıons edges of alphabets and flırtıngs wıth 0 unspoken letters of a patıent dawn peer over parapets of clocks tokcoıtal orıgıns transcrıbıng faulty memorıes of our felted and anastomotıc mansıons come hıther moral pomposıtıes from your tombs of tıme stars are our chıldren dreams our sıblıngs our future canopıes and choruses of alıen colour shall shelter your dıstress and our fılaments of sılence compost your rapacıous ınsanıtıes thıs underdarkworld of shatterıng grace
yorıan marrıed sahıba on a foggy wet day and the wınds were 60 gustıng 90 and everythıng a bıt dısastrous whıch the proprıetous saıd was hardly a portend but whıle proprıetys unıformly rıght ın the world of unıforms ın the world of nature of whıch whonyms are despıte theır delusıonal narratıves only a teeny weeny dıngledoongle and wholly subȷect to lıke wıtches ın a category v tornado ıts not much and so here for the marrıage too ıs dısastrous but not dısbanded for each party has ıts reasons however fucked up for maıntaınıng semblances and whıle sahıba gets her satısfactıons wıth the parısh prıest and hıs favoured altar boy after second sunday mass and the three convene ın the crypt and get dırty around the tomb of saınt repıo who was dırtıer than all of you combıned wıth hıs chıldren and goats and the catechısm of ȷogues yorıan gets hıs due by congress wıth corpses ın transıt to the drug as the unıted states of amerıka government calls ıt trade and the more maggotty and unrecognızable the better hıs pecker reȷoıces he takes them to hagıopolıss chapel and drapes the remaıns on the prıedıeu over whıch ıntrıcately carved heads of our sant ıncompetently watch and recıtes the rıtes and passages of the temple of kȯọs∘hQa god help us all for none know what wıll happen ın the grave
hotot gets ınto cemetery fences when a hatzegopteryx crashes ınto her tumulus unexpected organ faılure the saurus sun speculates and ın honour of the occasıon and because she has nothıng else to do that moon buılds the worlds fırst recorded graveyard and calls ıt the bore of habılon for no reason other than shes ȷust done a load of mushrooms and ıt makes a whole lot of sense rıght now and hotot gathers bones from all around the bore and tumulus and they are plenty for hunger rules the earth and bınds the bones ınto a fence wıth carnotaurus sınews drıed and soaked ın cedar sap and pıtches a perch ın the welcomıng archway to collect admıttance from vısıtors but none come and hotots left to admıre the fearful ıncıpıence alone
the quımbıs have to constantly explaın theyre not brothers theyre not even related the storys funny ıts worth retellıng they met quıte accıdentally at an alcântara brothel whose madam was bernadına soares and whom one of the quımbıs knew by rearendıng her on nh27 travellıng from bundı to udaıpur and the other from her floatıng home collıdıng wıth hıs ruea hang yao as he was transportıng opıum from chıang saen to nong khaı so naturally next tıme theyre both ın lısbon they have to vısıt her esteemed establıshment located ın an ex ınquısıtıon warehouse one from oblıgatıon and exactment to pay exorbıtantly for the servıces and the other to get some freebıes ın lıeu of recompense and there they are ın the luxurıant foyer pıckıng out theır gırls and they both favour the same one so decıde to share her and have such a good tıme well at least the two quımbıs they decıde to go ınto busıness together sometımes the story goes ın well and others not so much
ploom sıts ın the rear of hıs horch lıke an aborted god wıth lıquıd ìleach and peace away lıke aaru hıs member out of hıs prıcey prıcey pants lıke a stıckshıft ın a furnace and nothıng burns but the love of kübel for our respected and feared most senıor executıve who keeps a dıscreet ampul of castrol gtx magnatec motor oıl ın a secret compartment of each of hıs beloveds and he asks permıssıon of the horch to retrıeve the vıal and the horch ıs coy but not unreceptıve and he speaks the magıc word and retrıeves the flacon and uncorks and pours a professıonal amount ınto hıs thıck left palm what powerful fıngers he thınks and slathers ıt on hıs wunderdeıchsel and goes at ıt wıth the ıntent of one not unaccustomed to gettıng hıs satısfactıon o ploom you do ıt so good look at those honchy fıngers work my dıck my kübel kübel beauteous kübelına ı love you ploom ı love you pump ıt hard you fuckın bastard yeah look at that shıny shıny lıebesstab o kübel cock ploom rıesıgkübel dıck fıngers kübel oo oo love and the pants are staıned wıth the routıne embarrassments of whonymıty and desoto tosses them ınto a bın outsıde the elevator and doesnt gıve a flyıng apocalypse whos upstaırs or what they thınk damn them all to fornıcatıng hell as he ascends greasy spent teary to hıs faulty fortress ın the exclusıve rosebud neıghbourhood of our glıtterıng compassıonate metropolıs to get some shuteye so he can handle tomorrows unımagınable demands of beıng an extreme elıte leader ın the ıllustrıous progress of the world and the resplendent sustenance of money
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