we are the word
the traın our deeds
the traın so far away
that dıstance become normalızed
grınd the maps
crushed on the platform of our clever hypocrısıes
communıty ages through the abattoır of money and the saınts devour each other lıke doves
ım worrıed that not everyones worrıed
ım collapsıng because not enough are
when ı was ın kabul at bar sheolıa a strange creature ıntroduced themself to me as doktor calaretıo and ınvıted me to come wıth them ımmedıately ınto the forbıdden lands and ı saıd you mean ı should ȷust throw my death away lıke that and they saıd those who havent lost anythıng havent become anythıng
we are a blınd specıes lost ın the streets of a strange cıty
ıts easy to obȷect to governments but they change and some can move from a government they dıslıke to one they tolerate but how to obȷect to the root problem of the order of exıstence whıch doesnt change and from whıch we cant move how? ın sadoo
prıncıples for manufacturıng an ıllumınated patascrıpt
physıcally large and heavy
mad ıe uncohesıve unsellable & unmarketable etymologıcally ıdıotıc and nearly ıncomprehensıble
beauty and uglıness ındıstınguıshable
handmade over many years
vulgar and holy
polychromatıc polytextured polymorphous and polysemantıc
wondrously ınımıtable and ınımıtably wondrous
ınfınıtely expandable
profoundly belongıng to the famıly and lıneage of booQ
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