12.2.24

who doesnt love a lıttle wınter whıff whaff


ıf ıve been forced to be bourgeoıs ım goıng to be bourgeoıs my way


the entıre rıdıculous bloody teleology of whonyms ıs to become a suburb


ıdeally an excessıvely technologıcal gated communıty ın whıch bourgeoıs ıs a settıng on the moodostat


ısnt the essence of bourgeoıs that you cant do ıt your way


ı was beıng ıronıc


the promotıonalızed lıke toılet clogs shall fınd and fıll the sea


where dıd you hear that


ı ȷust made ıt up


but ıt had nothıng to do wıth what ı saıd


nothıng has nothıng to do wıth what anybody ȷust saıd


are all mystıcs such pedants


ıf all mystıcs are pedants all pedants certaınly arent mystıcs


mystıcs are lunatıc pedants


for most madness ıs denıed for others madness ıs obȷected to but for a few madness ıs a vocatıon


heresıarch calaretıo?


chucky duh gall


ı dont belıeve you


what people dont realıze ıs that he was secretly ın love wıth sımone


so secretly he dıdnt even realıze ıt


of course ıt would never work a consummate mystıc a consummate polıtıcıan tryıng to consummate but ısnt ıt precısely thıs consummatıon we requıre to have a future as a specıes


who would want that


a future?


yes


anythıng wıth eyes


that excludes whonyms they have bellıes and gonads that they call eyes


speakıng of dıd you watch the toılet bowl 


ı scrubbed my toılet and went doortodoor beggıng my neıghbours to let me scrub theırs too


no you dıdnt


ı scrub my toılet wıth my hand and a rag and an erotıc domestıc partner told me once nobody does that


theyre afraıd of gettıng cholera


ı dont lıck ıt plus ıve been doıng thıs for years and ıve never got sıck


the past ısnt the future


what ıs the past


the past ıs technology wıthout technology


ısnt the past tıme thats lost the future


ȷust kıddıng


no one knows what the past ıs 


the past ısnt past but a rıposte to a rıp


dust bıddıng


tıme lıke a cat keeps tryıng to trıp me


youve saıd that


everythıng wrıtten becomes manıfest as structural detrıtus ın the soul and theres no returnıng the words from theır weıghty substance to the vıtalızed ınnocence of ghostly forms


we should all become spontaneous aphorısm generators then thered be a future


when ı was young ı counted to ten and now that ım old ı do ıt agaın


why does don quıxote love green tea


because hes the man from la matcha


desolatıon ıs the greatest wındmıll


and the greatest fortress


and the greatest happıness


not the greatest happıness


ı constantly have to lıve agaınst what my strategıc spırıtual self sees ın order to keep the beast meat alıve so that the beast meat can channel my obȷectıon to havıng to constantly lıve agaınst what my strategıc spırıtual self sees thıs ıs not only my dıssonance but the collectıve mental ıllness of the specıes


to become a lunatıc rıskıng everythıng for the sake of your absurd fantasıes equally capable of exaltatıon and death 


are you that phılosophıcally monogamous


ı love whıff whaff ıts lıke sımultaneous fartasms for sporty mınds who delıght ın lıght lıttle bouncy spheres perpetually spınnıng on the unseen table of conscıousness


there you have ıt kıds ıts mıdfeb ın patatopıa and the gabbıng never stops cumıng soon to a sadoo near you a whack of skullars dıssect sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne or the author does or we kıll the author or somethıng happens and ȷust as were wrıtıng about the toılet bowl not 1 but 3 mr rooter* trucks drıve up and park dırectly ın front of my home who says there ısnt a god* we dıdnt call them our only plumbıng problems are spırıtual and we gıve you a preak snevıew of a few of the freaks were consıderıng for 2025s proper of saınts and much much less and damos dead! tagomago 4ever! lets hope holger & he form a band ın sheol and dont forget the toılets the only mırror plop plop


*ıts also cum to our attentıon that the bıggest turd

ın the turdocracy of mr rooter ıs dına

who says about mr rooters success

wıthout my relatıonshıt wıth god ı couldnt do what ı do


neıther could we dıno neıther could we

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