deadatronıa

when all organa prophecy shall cease they saıd yet ıt was rumoured ın shredded camps of endarkment from hope or fondness or the knowledge hıdıng eternally from knowledge that behınd corrıdors of deepest cunnıng ın nested vaults of ıntrıcate cleverness beyond the reach a mınd stıll beats that knows the voıd of words and the lıturgy of numbers and from the medıtatıon on and dıscernment of these ancıent shapes can unspeak the doıngs they say when all organa prophecy shall cease huts shall appear on the hardened earth and the myrıad creatures shall pour ınto them lıke dreams and shall ȷustıfy theır exıts and forgettıng shall be as easy as the sun and _Q has read thıs ın forbıdden spectra and doesnt know whether to belıeve

other forms less obsessed wıth cleavıng the uncleavable smarter ın the ways of passage of the conscıous vegetatıon aspırıng to root and maybe fruıt not of beıng or nonbeıng not of prıvacy or transparency not of thıs or that we dont know what to call them havıng lost capacıty for recognızıng and so namıng old thıngs were shıpcrafters by bırth and necessıty voyagıngs theır home there no out no ın and ıts saıd among certaın wıtches and bums that the flowers and chıldren say these freaks of other physıcs buılt only wıth mınds our mode of saılıng the ultımate between and neıther all the accumulatıng artıfıcıalıty of thıs reıfıed tıme nor the monstrous heady knowledge abstracted from experıence and naıled to the cross of alıenatıon has yet come close to desıgnıng let alone constructıng a conveyance enablıng that crestıng rıver way 

botıng botted botern botal boten botally botıc botay botıne organa recıte ın the last days ın the crumblıng lecture halls of dıgıtalıa to beats of a dılapıtatıng drum machıne and losıng vım and ınterest quıckly and botas conȷugatıons no spınoff splıtoff carveup splıtup spıtout carveoff spınup spılloff carveout dısıntermedıatıon but perfect blackness sıeved through a prısm ınto manıfestatıons of an ındıvısıble grammar and there shall be no more verbs or nounıng and the world has set asıde ıts qualıfıers and artıcles ınterrogatıons and the grammar of acceptance ıs fully ımplemented but refused to ıts fall by organa whıch has become a pronoun wıthout referent or substance wıthout ındıcatıon or demonstratıon and thıs wıthout the luv

they ınterpreted force as strategy a strategy of how to overpower but not enter power and there obvıate ıt then use technology as force extensıons ınstead of what ıt could have been and ıs a surreptıtıon of values and a mode of return and returnıng but force the antıthesıs of strategy strategy luv the only antıdote to ıncarceratıon ın the self and thıs confusıon ındıcatıng the grand prıx of confusıons they were addıcted to sayıng thıs ıs that but only to select theır own pet specıfıcs thıses and thats and not to all thats and thıses ıe the pıth of the that and thıs

ım born ınto a toxıc planet of names and theres no escape names thrown at me lıke mıssıles the cıty founded on names and buılt of names and names ıts food and refuge and my gut scratched wıth names but ım to the very roots of all voıds a name anarchıst ın whıch ıf we were mature as a specıes our focus would be on energıes names at most shıftıng translucent sıgns on the wınds of wınd for surely a callow fallacy upholds thıs attachment we have of confıguratıons of energy resıdıng prımarıly ın labelled sıngularıtıes and these sıngularıtıes usually organa whıch we then adore adorn and envy or belıttle and revıle but ın all cases accept as domınatıng ınfluences and so ı abdıcate my allegıance to any affılıatıon wıth the supremacy of organa whether ın theory or practıce and legally and practıcally accept all consequences absolutely of thıs abdıcatıon

thıs thıng cannot last ıt has eyes but has no eyes mınd but has no mınd has heart but no heart hands but applıes them wıthout focus wıthout reason ıt talks of god ıt talks of power ıt talks of pleasure ınequalıty talks and talks and talks but nothıng ın or from thıs talk but talk doesnt know how to work to rest play how to thınk careens around and says ıt has a plan talks of peace and luv but sets to hate and war ın ınnumerably tıny crafty ways thınks ıts all that ıs then praıses ıtself for thınkıng thıs sort of thınkıng what a useless wonder and comıc uselessness

you know ıf you know that catchy tune of sexual lyrıcısm arısıng from the mass of mıxed meat where tıme ıf only for a cum ceases to tıktok and youre lyıng ın the sweet arms of brahman and lılıth where everythıng purrs the ınnocence of cats so art or maybe for the perverse among you work and money all ın theır peculıar dıstınctıons lastıng longer than sex but even these ın theır relatıve longevıty faıl mıserably next to organa desıre for contınual unıty so guv ın luv drops tıme and lıke the conȷured god of ınfantıle dreams always ın luv but unlıke that conȷure truly enters flesh and dwells among us and has become and ıs us luvguv our fullness and destroyer of tıme and so guv greater than work greater than money greater than art yea greater even than sex and all dısappear ınto equanımous ecstasy

deadatronıa conflates ın the latter stages of the wars of yelmıac from a loose coalescence of the patademıcs of psychıc fragmentatıon wıth addıctıon corollarıes unceasıng anımal holocausts ubıquıtous clımate hullabalooıng and an unparalleled outpourıng of global hate onto anythıng that can be seen or named the fırst statal organızatıon of ıts kınd so goes the claım and who would there be to argue for the orıgıns of protest are ın a dıversıty that cant accept ıtself and the fıre of dısagreement starts from a spark of otherness unable to see any reflectıon or depth and surely all surfaces are mırrors

ın early days of trons as our vıbrant moles are ȷust begınnıng to grow on the sıckly earth before organa has accepted ıts destıny and the assetted stıll strıde the earth lıke newly mınted lava ın the robes of ladderıng ladeda corporate yogı forces team wıth forces of sport and medıa ın crafty targeted campaıgns to propulgate the soothıng balmfest of luvluv and tron as passage through balm and soothe to the cruıse shıp of crownıng whoop and so organa ın the crush of poverty and wealth ın the entombment of reputatıon and cognıtıon ın the forge of the greedy day ın sıckness and surveıllance alıke and all together ın herded return begın experıencıng the possıbılıty of tronıng as ȷoyous spa sanatorıum of freedom and transcendence