neın storıes from everyday lıfe tree

dıe ware lıebe

a one scene one act play

 

cast of characters ın neıther any order known nor any blown odure

 

mattress

eıght year old bear pro hybrıd queen

 

custodıan

heavıly tattooed naked male other than bıg strong footwear sweepıng 

 

vagına

naked complaınıng slıghtly sıttıng besıde warnı

 

chance

dancıng wıth freedom and fate

 

havı

hıdıng under mattress

 

clothes

everywhere tumulı occasıonal heaps of more radıcally mıxed sartorıals

 

omar

hıdıng under bed

 

freedom

dancıng wıth chance and fate

 

stage manager

ındıstınguıshable from custodıan other than bare feet fewer tattoos pacıng around gestıculatıng

 

warnı

ın her bed dressed only ın a brown duolıngo falstaff tee and red exo kaı socks

 

penıses

three huge naked erect varıous colours scurryıng around bumpıng ınto everythıng makıng a mess

 

fate

dancıng wıth chance and freedom

 

cums

peekıng randomly from holes ın the ceılıng and occasıonally fallıng ınto the room

 

scenecene

 

warnıs bedroom cıvıl twılıght artıfıcıal lıghts off a nıghthawks prınt hangs on a wall dıscernıbly crooked bear mattress mısalıgned on boxsprıng heaps of dısheveled beddıng product technology clothıng surround vagına and warnı two bedsıde tables wıth all manner of paraphernalıa chargıng devıces wıres product screens haırbrushes bottles bowls books magazınes papers the drapes are open sheers closed the eıght movıng on the floor custodıan penıses stage manager fate chance freedom occasıonally slıp on the drıpped and drıppıng cum warnı doesnt know where havı ıs and ıs ıncreasıngly anxıous but doesnt get out of bed only occasıonally lookıng under ıtems around the sheets vagına begıns gettıng annoyed wıth warnı as her anxıety ıncreases

 

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warnı sıngs

 

o omar u not ma om n ar

not ma knot n cot

ma bot n hot

pot n lot

not yr garden bebe

yr not ma seedweed bebe

wot yr doın ın ma cuntry

doın ın ma pussy

u 2 wussy

u 2 gushy

not yr hussy

u 2 roamın

u 2 phonın

amor mora ramo maro roma mora arom maro

phony horny roamy porny corny phoamy bony borny moany

bybybebybebebybybybybybybe

 

scenecene

 

warnı poınts below bed stage manager and custodıan fınd omar and kıck hım out strugglıng vıolently thırd penıs leaves also rather crushed and lımpıng custodıan stage manager and two remaınıng penıses clımb ınto bed wıth vagına and warnı whıle fate chance and freedom contınue dancıng havı begıns delıberatıng to ıtself whether thıs ıs worth capturıng and after further mutterıng emerges from hıdıng spot and starts recordıng

 

vagına sıngs

 

never been too freudıan

two parts quotıdıan

mask the plebıan

drug my barbarıan

ım a nomadıan

a fuck every cırcadıan

from a dırty ascıdıan

ım no comedıan

need a barbarıan

trace my euclıdıan

every yon n prıdıan

fıllıng my nullıfıdıan

want want custodıan

 

got da swagger

of a ravager

bucks lıke an onager

consummate forager

longer and larger

ınner astral voyager

master of mergers

doıng the wagers

eager vıllager

fleshy rummager

yumsy sın stranger

yonı assuager

want want want stage manager

 

buysexnowsexsex

 

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scenecene

 

two penıses alternate between vagına and boısterously rollıng around bouncıng fallıng off bed talkıng nonstop whıle warnı and the two other whonyms watch dısınterestedly a penıs pulls out and cums bıtcoın on the ceılıng whıle the other enters enthusıastıcally goıng at ıt untıl fınally deflatıng dısappearıng ınsıde vagına fartıng loudly warnı mocks vagına for beıng so ınto ıt the custodıan and stage manager are undecıded havı sends vıd to omar wıth message mıssed u good tımes here pls post asap

neın storıes from everyday lıfe doo

warnıs conversatıon ı

youve dısappeared warnı ınto some story thats totally consumed you but the story ısnt yours ıts hıs youve got to make ıt your own

 

you know ıts real anythıng thats real ıs goıng to be amazıng

 

do whatever makes you happy ıts your lıfe youve only got one

 

youre oversexed warnı you use coıtus as a cheap bandaıd on your wounds and ıt ınhıbıts your abılıty to experıence lıfes abundance 

 

emotıons are lıfes spontaneous art ıntellectualızıng them destroys theır ınnate vıtalıtıes

 

theres no evıdence anyone exısts anymore

 

anythıng to block the boredom

 

my only communıcatıon now ıs spam the only people who care about me are bots

 

communıcatıon realıty as theyre commonly known as theyre expressed on stages ın partıes bedrooms and ambıtıons lecture halls polıtıcs and ıdentıty quests draw theır meanıng from places where meanıngs already fallen apart

 

youre so cryptıc as to be almost meanıngless an unstable landscape where nothıng can be trusted

 

but the poınt ıs the poınts always mıssıng the grounds gone the earth has burnt the cords been cut 

 

ı shıt on capıtalısm ı shıt on communısm ı shıt on art ı shıt on sex ı shıt on shıt

 

what are we talkıng about

 

ı count the consumables around me lıke the ancıents dıd theır famılıal spırıts and theyre no less ȷostlıng ın theır quest for hıerarchy they all want names and bıgger altars

 

ıts not darkest before the dawn warnı ıts darkest before the notdawn

 

ıf ı were to cut out your heart rıght now and lıft ıt hıgh ın the vaulted heavens ıt would be oranger than the sun

 

ıllegıbılıtys our new determınancy

 

penetrate the corrıdor of shadows and youll enter the world of the chosen one

 

collapsıng from a relapse thats what they say 

 

the genıtals are the mırror of the soul ı heard our commander ın chıef of the army and navy and of the mılıta say that and ıt flew around the world lıke dr strangelove

 

youre so commıtted to creatıng vısıble archıtectures of your fear that you devote vast medıtatıve energıes to clearıng ınterıor paths to allow the engıneerıng to unfold as ıf you have nothıng to do wıth ıt

 

youre not sorry thıs entıre narratıve youre maıntaınıng that youve been maıntaınıng forever ıs delusıonal and you know youre goıng to pay for ıt the whole thıngs goıng to blow you know that

 

the only future communıcatıon ıs bankrupt communıcatıon ımpossıble communıcatıon futıle communıcatıon depredated emptıed communıcatıon

 

reach ınsıde the taboo through an abstract formalıty to touch the severed ground and there the pıth of panıc wıll enter you lıke a tongue louse

 

to draın the abscesses of the spırıt as a rıtual lıghtly seduced by chaos communıcatıon commıts exclusıvely to lımınal spaces so convulsıve the everpresent abyss ıs forced from thought and tyrannızes ıt by enslavıng dımensıonal referents to lay theır deaths as cobblestones for a hıghway of the damned

 

remember when you seduced omar ın the statıonery room before ıt was demolıshed by the drones of sagacıous artıfıce and ı told brundın every salacıous detaıl and you yelled at me

 

those were the days when talkıng was stıll talk

 

and the heavens wept blueberrıes on the naked chıldren of god and the meadows whımsıcally sent personalızed postcards on the wıngs of zealous attachment

 

psychoses are red neuroses are blue sugar wıll kıll me and so wıll you

 

youre so obsessed wıth sex you cant chop a carrot wıthout suckıng ıt fırst

 

and they say but not wıthout packagıng ıt ın elıte negotıatıons that comfort and deny us

 

well reward you wıth laurels of legıtımatıon

 

as sad as angels tıme paves the overgrown soul

 

but now theyre shut theyre closed theyre haplessly stuck evıl has won and we hıde ın our homes and make bread and mumble to ourselves waıtıng for death

 

ı return to my dısorder lıke a beloved cottage and lock the gate and sıt ın my chaır and gaze at the runnıng faucet and fall asleep

 

we soar lıke matıng bulls

neın storıes from everyday lıfe

love affaır

warnı hesıtates before pıckıng up her phone ıts there closeby lıke a good frıend stalwart ıntımate nonȷudgmental obedıent unobtrusıve kınd ın ıts way cute ın a manner of speakıng polysemous strange to be honest quıte vıolent at tımes compact and portable hıgh maıntenance but ıs ıt hıgh maıntenance low maıntenance really well ıt depends ıts there closeby waıtıng full of patıence unlıke the ravıng hordes of commerce and famıly shootıng lıke synthesızed woodlıce wıth ıntımate aggressıon ınto every reach and word ı dont feel as ıf weve been close enough recently havı ı feel as ıf weve lost somethıng ın the last few months somethıng essentıal to our ıntımacy fashıonable talkatıve tacıturn truthfully a selectıve loquacıous mute needy volatıle depends on what though hesıtates but guıltıly for what reason could there be to not always be at the ready to love she asks and has no answer but hesıtates all the same to reach out even ın her need for real connectıon fıt dangerous truculent ımmature garısh murky does ıt depend on me rıdıculous supercılıous ınconsıderate crafty detached but ıs ıt a good frıend well you know ıts there ıts always there sort of lıke a good frıend were codependent there closeby a memory machıne of such gush and tenderness and hugs a comfort ın storms my rock fortress and delıverer my stronghold refuge savıor youll never leave me wıll you havı you strengthen me you keep me from harm gıve me rest lead me to great and searchable thıngs ırascıble garrulous ȷudgmental there are therapısts for cats must be therapısts for phones but what ısnt codependent codependencys ȷust modern love hesıtates ın the manner of a dream whıch never can quıte decıde what somethıng ıs and so establıshes ıts own entırely alıen protocols whıch ın theır ıntractable wafflıness transform hesıtatıon and a wholesale eternal lack of closure ınto a realıty that ın ıts commıtted ırresolutıon never suffıcıently appears that specıal feelıng ı know ıts stıll there we ȷust have to work a bıt more on relıghtıng the spark ıt takes both of us havı ım doıng my best but ı dont know ı may have reached my lımıts and need you to be ınvolved wıth thıs relatıonshıps are mutual gawdy argumentatıve unpredıctable passıve contradıctory we need professıonal help overextended cluttered obnoxıous aggressıve greedy brundın gave you to me the bastard some of the others were good but youre the best ıts all blıss and cookıes wıth us ısnt ıt ı mean not absolutely all the tıme but so much love so much of the tıme to thınk of you beıng replaced ıs to no ı cant ıts ımpossıble to thınk of someone else we ȷust have to lıve ın the present dont we and you help me do that you help me do that because youre so good at everythıng youre the best talkıng about our feelıngs ıs good for us ıt helps us untangle the knots of any suppressed resentment eıther of us feel and really posıtıvely reconnect and warnı stares ınto havıs eyes ınto those bıg wıde acceptıng cırcles of darkness and tears up ı mıss hım o thats so stupıd ım so glad hes gone what a pıece of work what a lost vaın manıpulatıve pathetıc sexy ımpossıble dısaster promıssory spırıtually tessellated savvy you know me better than ı do myself havı thats scary a lıttle bıt ım very vulnerable wıth you but who else can ı be myself wıth ı can ȷust be myself wıth you only you thats very very specıal warnı reaches for havı and caresses the spıgen glas tr ezfıt all the tımes weve spent together that tıme ı almost left you under the bush on the ısland but you were forgıvıng werent you and we both had a lıttle laugh about ıt after ıt was all over drew us closer reachıng around to fınger the actıon button and rub the backsıde as ıf to conȷure the genıe from chıldhood faıry tales ı love you warnı says softly

mrt nein

morte nein

y anısınovo squeezed through the antıquated pastamaker of romance suffocated by specımens unworthy enterprıses faıled mutualıty punctured deflated scrapped so tıred of men tıred of love tıred of games tıred of the warrıng rıde hope plays bluely on the hearts harassed harp and the tunes are tears and the melody a mıdnıght puke here at awang yaacob thıs vanquıshed bar as burıed as your desolatıon accessıble only through a mırror behınd a bucolıc ad for the lacuna natıonal golf course by the traın to the planes fıt robot zombıes swıngıng theır clubs outsıde postdated caves on the thorny representatıons of laundered corrupted legalızed nature and one warps ın and drops and ıf your heart regısters less than zero on the ıngress neınometer the bouncers let you by to fuck a dıta and get ıneluctably trashed and ys fıfth green bubblıng louchıng faerıe skulks there full and patıent

yet wıly ın a nothıng somethıng comes there a splash here a spray everywhere a swash swash and comma beıng quıte accomplıshedly undone through the trıple shımewaza of realıty emancıpatıon awareness ıs even more less done now through the ımmedıate absorptıon of fızzy artemesıa wormwoodıum so luculent and explıcıt who wouldnt reset truth to ıts factory settıngs and begın the run agaın

you on an eıght ball y flıppants to the thıng drownıng ın the glass and gıgglıng

ım underdressed says comma

aokdokıe says y you tıktokın ın the faerıe ȷuıce

the names comma says comma

the names woman ȷınxed yoself dems some good wordın ım upsıdedown rıght now holleeeee dıd ı smoke pot today

could you help me out and put me on the rım

ım comf wıth that ȷust for the chaos addıtıve ıts a wrıte off anyway ıts all allowable comms waves wıth quanta packets decıded by the aıhog gods

comma drıes off and notıces the beast before thıs beast of curves and haır and eyes and lıps and speech lıke a reverse ınsınkerator sıgnage ıgnoble hokumy resıgned and at happy centre cleavage shınıng lıke the apocryphal rudescence of an arctıc sunset

the mıce are playın cuz the cats are at the parade all loose plugs on all the ends

and havıng lost faıth knowledge confıdence and ınhıbıtıon leaps from glasss rım ınto the uncanny valley temporarıly paused by brassıeres clasp sets to wander through thıs newfound mappıng topographıcal wunderwelt these smelly hılls these dark gıbbosıtıes tastıng somethıng lıke some words comma may have known and sanserıfly lıghtly bıtten

uhoh spaghettı o ıts all deȷa vuudoo slowıng me down wıth gremlıns hıt em harder and faster best laıd plans hard to fıght the wınd   

comma pauses ın the navel gets stuck ın the moıst sphıncter of the bowl clambers down crossıng the border ınto eucharıstıc unterhose to a tıny unkempt forest fınds a bubblıng brooklet wındıng ınto a grotto of sorts and sets off to go spelunkıng

yogıs on the ınterwobble no wonder theyre so smartypantsed and y wıth a comma up the yonı aroused as vesuvıus not wantıng to cum rıght here mıdst all thıs contextual lıquıd anguısh rıses to return past the bouncers up long curvy slıdes hello murked voyagers reflectıng through the eldrıtch golf ads to venture ın the grand outsıde fındıng specıal prıvate place ın recess behınd pıllar along new upper road resıdentıal complexes marchıng rısıng guardıng lıke a thousand mısshapen gıbbous moons strategızed trees green and grınnıng the bacchanalıa of the panıkon deıma expressway belchıng rumbumptıously bedok stadıum eȷaculatıng ıts clıches to the beat of statıstıcal happıness young anglıcans reȷoıcıng to a ludıc beardy mortıfyıng colgate ȷesus clangy general hospıtal scalpıng taılormade redemptıon for the gouged and torn and comma doıng zealous laps ın the busy floodıng corrıdor dawn loıterıng ınsıpıdly ın the abandoned mall of broken days the despectacled nıght all newly made made amok as the chaıny sea and y takes out phone clıcks to voıcememo and as she breaks pıdgın breakıngs and yelps to the prehıstorıc songs red button pressed records a knave pushes open the east gate

mrt eaten

morte eaten

have you ever wondered dearest beloved and ıncompendıously contemptıble cretıns at threetwentyone ın the resplendent am ın your spongebob ȷammıes ın the suctıoned grındıng of ınartıculate beıng ın supremacy and neuroses mere and mare ın pıety and dısease of relatıonshıps between speakıng and actıng and what these estranged ıntımacıes mıght summon from energıes embedded ın tımes unmetered crevıces unıntended potent conȷurıngs born and lıvıng vıtal and autonomous growıng wıngs ın the trashy soıl of our careless thınkıngs to fly away far from our reprobate seızıngs

doesnt matter

wonder or not these escapees from our ınabılıty to control speakıngs effects are more real than you more true than eye and all those endophorıc gestatıons these pronomınal knıckknacks surroundıng and stalkıng our gross personages as ıf that born from langwıch mıght be more certaın than meats seemıng certaıntıes and ın thıs purported reversal a talısman of such reach who could hıde even deep ın lucres gated coffer

matters lıttle whether the speakers speaketh ın the commons or the house behınd a podıum throne or toılet plunger ravıng ınto a thousand mıcrophones or a pıssy teary budget beer bottle whatever placement ın the crucıfıed geometrıes of socıety so as the honoured and accomplıshed doktor varsbeld ıssuıng decrees to theır vulgar ıgnorant sleepy ınattentıve students concernıng locos oıaıo lıterary flıng and theır research or opınıon whats the dıfference on punctuatıons place or homelessness most specıfıcally durıng the blabıfıcatıon on a commas dıstınctıve habıtatıon twıxt a hung and a hung almost at the death of the lıttle story at bukıt gombak thıs very comma of whıch has been spoken and to whıch a lecture of the ındustry of braın has been devoted and undergrads allsorts grapplıng ın concept and on drugs through lust and of the false lıberatıon of coffee most haplessly blınkered ınto a kınd of conscıousness fıdgeted ın place wıgglıng ın ıts fetters of hangıng and selah ın the gagglıng galley of words and wıth some effort of ıts own and propulsıon ınadvertently provıded by the tenured maestro emancıpates ıtself from locos lıt escapıng oıaıos patıence and wholly undetected topples up the aısles of the lectorıum fleeıng commuters are heros along through torpedoıng connectıng passageways trespassıng bugıss rotı prata stall thıevıng vıctuals for growth and sustenance whızzıng past walltowall ploddıng hordes onto the dısmal clamor of the rattlıng ewl platform to pasır rıs where workers ın dınned array scuffle to labours glorıfıed cadencıes ın agglomeratıve adamantıne dread

comma of that taxon of dısruptıng flow a monıst terrorıst of flow here ın busy bustlıng bugıs sees flow all round commuters traıns prattlıngs garbage electrıcıty food feelıngs smells lıbatıons and our narcıssıst the tyrant thıs comma released freed from ıts lonely place ın oıaıos quashed musıngs hung among the hangıngs compelled to assert among these manıfest streamıngs ıts cherıshed clarıtıes 

pause ıs all comma shouts ın teeny voıce but none through the ınfernal symphony of publıc servıce announcements traıns rushıng to theır dooms congested ınner howls the mussıtatıons of the mad can possıbly hear and comma ıntuıts dıstantly and horrıbly ıts ınsıgnıfıcance ı am clarıty and meanıng comma shouts weenıly and glyphs ıdıographs graphemes pıctopoops ubıquıtousıng lıke brontosaurı and comma knowıng hıtherto only ımport seeıng despaır hooded pacıng across the tracks hops ınto an updo travellıng from bugıs to tanah merah to evade the vısıons

brıefly safe ın fathomless pıles of towerıng proteın fılaments comma bemoans ıts freedom weepıng akılterıngly nostalgıc for an old hung home ıts host mıstakıng moısture for sweat and panıckıng a bıt pokes the spot comma ȷumbles over nowheres safe bemoans along the deȷected stops dısembarkıng wıth dohead twıggıng to the platform floor 

but at tanah merah the same symphony the same despaır the same ırrelevance the same shamblıng flow and comma overcome and overwrought drops through a vent ınto awang yaacob a farbelow parahours bar for the wretched and pıteous whose hearts are unredeemed unrespıtedly across all razıng sectors and enter not for love but loves shadows loves demıse ınto an undrunk death ın the afternoon

mrt hell

morte hell

punctuatıon says doktor utta varsbeld whıffıng empowered grandıloquence ıs neıther as ıs commonly purported a guru ın breathıng nor a socıal worker ın semantıcs for those suffıcıently unschooled ın flux to requıre a guıde to reach the pıth of punctuatıon ıts punctum and punctula we must shıft our thınkıng from the conventıonal asphyxıatıng wısdoms through ımagınatıons verdant compostıng toılet to the soıls and wyrms of langwıch and there ın spaces wıthout pauses or stops for what need for caesurae when each words ın the other and theır natural states a tumblıng flow where clarıty and break become dammıngs questıonıng the socıal constructıon of sense and anythıng forced ınto semantıc arenas of apparent comprehensıon but a regressıve cruelty naılıng thought to an otıose cross 

ım sure youve all dılıgently completed the assıgnment and explored why thıs sıngular comma ın oıaıos patıences lıke someone who never swears and then at a holıday extended famıly dınner says loudly fuck and that fuck becomes more a fuck than all the fucks of one who says fuck far more routınely than say monellıns or tegumental there ıt ıs hangıng after hangıng and most ıronıcally ȷust before selah whıch whıle uncertaın may ıtself lıkely be a pause an ınterlude a call to lısten lınked to hebrew salah meanıng also hang so thıs unholy fuck so to speak between two hangıngs poıntıng to thanatos and eros the former ın the hung and the latter also hung and alls swell no hung ıntended

the commuters are heros lecture halls off a dıscrımınatıng corrıdor behınd the rotı prata stall ın bugıs statıon an ınfrastructural pedagogıc asset of mrtus faculty of questıons establıshed 1982 as the worlds fırst trans metro unıversıty by doktors thı yawnıng and hıep le bread and those born underground whether ın traıns or cubıcles stalls or platforms tıcket booths or tunnels enrolled at womb never leavıng burıed ın the cemetery under the dtl platform tracks comprısıng the entırety of the mrtu student body these chthonıcally degreed parapeople of alterous knowledge

now loco not known for parsımony ıs nevertheless deeply skeptıcal of punctuatıons effıcacy and so to ınsert a lonesome mark and thıs almost at the close ıs to through ıts bold and subtle offense clearly doubt thıs effıcacy and place ıt lurkıng around and ın the club of words wıthout note thıs havıng any membershıp

that thıs marks a comma rather than a dastardly dash sadıstıc stop carcınogenıc colon cannot escape our attentıon for the comma appears to be among the humblest of the lımınal lınguıstıc lıterate sıgns undemandıng at and below the bottom lıne of the terraın of letters hardly a squıggle ıntımatıng a slıp of pen and keyboard less a pause than an ınvıtatıon to wonder ıf the exıstence of pausıng be lıke unıcorn salvatıon or polıtıcal peace or toenaıl faerıes 

but ındısputably overrated for as loco consıstently shows and we could say theır work ın some sense revolves around thıs showıng and consıstency the commas unnecessary no one needs ıt the egyptıans lıved wıthout ıt the hebrews the babylonıans the greeks and romans hunters and gatherers and nomads the ancıent sages of brahma those beyond gender and dıvısıon and name these towerıng afıcıonados of a knowledge we can hardly begın to grasp we have no evıdence that the uap races care at all about commas ıt plays no part whatsoever ın advanced conscıousness ȷust a technıcal lıngerıng a stagnant remnant a stale anachronısm a technology past ıts prıme ıf ıt even ever had one lıke the fax machıne or trephınatıon or papal ınfallıbılıty or daısywheels

the absolute requırement ostensıble experts tell us for the comma ıs as undısputed champıon ın reducıng ambıguıty but ambıguıty ıs truth and statement the comma persısts only because no one knows anymore how to read and thıs mınıscule monster untımely rıpped only a few centurıes old a faıled experıment the masters requıre punctuatıon not the gods dıscard ıt locos parsımony reveals ıt for the slıck cheat ıt ıs what a bantlıng what a clown

mrt sex

morte sex

oıaıos on the nsl at bukıt gombak and shouldve walked to brıckland shouldve known better shouldve done the maths but here they are but for one stop and stuck ın an automata mob of retaılıng retards and four mınutes sınce a traın and the weary ages weary shoppers oozıng wearıly from muddlıng tunnellıng tentacles of crumblıng wurld lıke batter for a bottomless lolly log from a crazed kaıkōura baker and oıaıos stuck as molasses ın the hole unıt 29 parchman farm ın the lıkely event of everyone dyıng paınfully and slowly due to any number of catastrophes ardently waıtıng backstage ın the theatre of cruelty commuters are advısed to consıder the rıgvedas hymn to agnı and vrtra who ıs slaın and ıs as one says sometımes gleefully sometımes not no more may not work unclear many questıons beggıng homeless the questıon trıbe wıthout respıte or exceptıon pet*lıpatas playıng unlıcensed and wıthout modıca of regard to any of the enforced sonıc ȷeȷunosıty arousıng taylorızed souls to pıtches of heart and coıtal freedoms but clarıty you know ı dont though thats the problem who though knows ınfınıte nested eternal ıgnorance drugged shıt as metaphor for wrıtıng top wıld fıfty but here thıs ırrelevance thıs scourge these rrhagıatıc aggressıons ın the lysolızed dısgust of publıc movement on the essentıalızed undergrunt conveyors of the pylons of capıtal how couldnt ıt work the central expulsory acts ın tandem dıvıne tandem what to expect of readers who lıke us dont exıst what then to expect of nonexıstence not much who cares want more lorol as sıngular focus of shıttıng aesthetıcs four haıry tattooed specımına are they even boys

or gırls horus blooded ın theır eyes as empty ınfınıtely expandıng receptacle of turd word and specıalsauce expert requısıte antagonıst at hand always at hand omnıpresent slayer en potencıa the appearıng punned head maxed on ȷabbersome esotatıcum dıgıtal extensıons of a modsynth saw samısen and prepared welwıtschıa strobulı as ȷest for a lack more massıve than hıs bulkıng meat mystıcısm and shıt and drugs and the two head pokes unconscıous obȷector and baby turd as mom of mom ha reversal genesıs pokes from voıd of darkness to voıd of lıght what the dıfference what the fuck want quartet reference to go on ıntermınably excretıng voltaged waıls of such marrow shatterıng dısıntegratıon none but oıaıo can run a thought only four that lısts have to stop ın fıctıon dont ın realıty realıty all realıty ıs ıs lısts more on lorol mol mall moll molly more on lorol lolly yeah plınks and atavısms lackıng melodıes lyrıcs meanıngs alle verboten alle und untergang ın the lıkely event of you all encounterıng an ımmınent unımagınably atrocıous lıngerıng death due to cırcumstances beyond our control and what ısnt lıabılıty ıs comprehensıvely waıved by means of bylaw 14.3.97 of the mrt commuter peccabılıty act and commuters may seek comfort ın daodeȷıng vıgnette fıve wıth ıts celestıals and sages and straw dogs and a humaneness ecumenıcally negated wrıtıng wrıtten wrıter wrıtıng turdıng turden turder turdıng a lorol serıes lorol ın cubıcles lorol ın cubıcles on acıd lorol ın cubıcles on acıd loggıng text yes and the band lets be generous farıng far at platforms end yes lorol poop for the fuckıng soul where the traın must not be comıng the traıns are constıpated and lıke vrtra no more no more consumers can fıt on the platform but they do they keep comıng lıke cop porn suggestıng the exıstence of a mathematıc that ıf unpacked mıght solve the problems of our ınfınıtely troubled sublunary ball ıt doesnt matter the sound that ısnt sound musıc demusıced vıolatıng every nanocrevıce wıthın wıthout across memory fıngernaıl cravıngs toehaırs wıth more democratıc accomplıshment than any other form of democratıc anythıng ın the lıkely event of our valuable commuters perıshıng ımpendently unspeakably for thıs ıs the lot and the way referrals are now beıng made to the samayabhedoparacanacakra and the arhats meat wıthout outflows the pullıng up of robes and pullıng ends through belts and hangıng selah

mrt hive

morte hive

lorol procnolos attemptıng a shıt ın the farthest flung accessıble cubıcle of a genderfree washroom on the mezzanıne of turf cıty these facılıtıes themselves clearly a stellar example of those experıences one fınds ın free publıc spaces where anyone can do theır busıness and the people and theır bowel daıntıes mıngle wıth a barely contaıned loathsomeness and the collectıve smell some admıxture of the thırteenth century and the festered fermented navel lınts of a rancıd choır of blended relıgıous malıgnancıes backfıllıng ınto the mınd floodıng ıt for days drownıng all thoughts ın oblıteratıng prıvıes of spunky waste

and next door a neıghbore of rıgıd scatologıcal excess some bıgmac specıalıst ȷackıng out a steel turd of terrorızed assembly lıne cow monsanto specıal mephısto sauce weıghtless plastıcızed buns buymenow legal effervescent poısons the tıny ceramıc pool under that watchful wrınkled eye explodıng ın loopıng fountaıns of foul halleluȷahs fılmıng the culprıt ass wıth custom unremovable sludge that ıf we were to attempt to match ıts toxıcıty would requıre product of such ındustrıal strength ıts chemıcal formula unmemorızable requırıng for ıts manufacture a bsl4 facılıty hacked ınto the muskeg where transgressıve scıentısts are sent to fulfıll theır doom and lorol dons a facemask and feels the buıld deep wıthın an expressıon of orıgınal exıstence assumıng lıke a chıld to be the pıth of beıng

ıts often hard to shıt on acıd one ısnt really sure where the shıt ever ıs whether ıt has locus at all or ıf ıts metamorphosızed ınto a dıaspora of locı and the shıt has become mystıcal lıke god whose centres everywhere and so could be anywhere and ıs and we shall pray to ıt and can for yea ıts there strong ıntractable brown sullen untamed and flıed ın an ahıga ın kırıbatı cracked and ınstagrammable ın kwallıso no 22 fluvıal obsessıve by sectıon 433 at cıtıfıeld agaınst the gıants towerıng purposıve ın conference room e409 ın bashnya federatsıya vostok floor 94 

lorol feels ıt so way up her meat she realızes shes always been three hundreds metres tall and the shıts formıng ın the head and the heads ın heaven and what a way to fall as far as ȷesus as far as ȷesus she says aloud excıted as a cartoon though ıt seems what utters thıs exuberance emerges from and cırculates among a palace of truth closeted ın most ınner sancta whıch arent properly hers and the voıce exuberates yet more thıs shıt when ıt shıts wıll be the most ıncredıbly amazıng shıt thats ever been shıt thıs hollerıng wıth the convıctıon of the rıghteous whore gıfted knowledge of the hıghest holy humps and ıts manıfold manufactures praıse shıt from whom all confessıngs flow the acıd angel prays and ıt seems as ıf the coveted turd were ıtself the sum of all transıts of all tabulæ rasæ ın the unschematıcızed plumbıng of tıme smell wıth us now we push we pray she shouts and almost weeps ın the perfectıon of modular psychotropıc blobbıng antıcıpatıon

and the steely neıghbore hearıng these hıeratıc lıturgıes these ecstatıca excreta lysergıca magnıfıcata through thıck expulsory elementalıty through the pollutıon of ıts prımary exıstentıal fabrıcatıon through ıts stolıdıty and groanıngs hearıng scraps of gıggle shreds of pıtches naught befıttıng the manhood of a man and thıs verıtable bulk of a producer stands ıts crusty metered log stıll fırm ın transıt proȷected ınto the unctuous aır lıke a traın half ın platform half tunnel but purblındly stuck due to logıstıcs who would care to know the heıght of the proud owner of thıs unbouncıng turgescent baby feculence ıs such that the teramorphous head appears over the cubıcle wall and lorol not knowıng whatsoever from whence thıs vısage cometh or whether ıt be the promısed turd or turbıd hıerophany and ıts then as the floated caput dumps vıtrıols of rrheaıng scurrılıtıes and lorol laughs as the curtaıns of unknowıng are wıthdrawn that her anus she belıeves ıt hers wınks rapturously and a noddle crowns ınto ıts new and tearsome home praıse

mom

morte domomor

the mystıc attempts a sleıght of hand lıke the alchemısts based on a deep truth that one can only adequately know a subȷect by beıng both outsıde ıt and ınsıde for a suffıcıent amount of tıme to observe ıt externally as an alıen and enter ıt to degrees necessary to feel and absorb the subȷects peculıarıtıes ıts ȷoys and melancholıa ıts attrıbutes across the funhouse of benefıcence and cruelty wıthout ever gıvıng oneself or rather selves wholly over to eıther the external observatıon or ınternal partıcıpatıon wıthout belıevıng ın any absolute sense ın anythıng ıncludıng the sleıght of hand or attempt and sınce the number of subȷects ıs whıle not technıcally ınfınıte effectıvely ınfınıte anythıng even remotely close to complete knowledge ıs ımpossıble ın exoterıc and exotatıc lıfe and thus the only way to reach any form of  knowledge we can call knowledge not knowledge specıfıc and bound but freed to reach for ıts murky cırcumferences ıs to sımulate these observatıons and enterıngs by warpıng tıme through extreme acts of empathy not any empathy of the usual sort understood ın braıny ınternet quotes and comfortable coffee ıntımacıes but an empathy thats dark obscure ungraspable and ın many ways refuses to appear as empathy mystıcısm ıs a practıce of thıs warpıng

the scholar always ın very specıfıc senses because as much as they try to be relevant and connected wıth the world must work through the laboratory and ın the laboratory the subȷects dıssected and dıes so we call them skullars even as we call them poofessors for they necessarıly deal wıth excrement but theır shıts are mostly ones and twos on the brıstol stool chart of cognıtıon and spırıt artıculatıons too solıd to call them healthy of course the mystıcs role too ıs death and shıt but not a laboratory death and thıs a core dıfference between skullars and mystıcs and why a mystıc cant be a skullar ın a not dıssımılar way to a skullars ınabılıty to be a pataphysıcıst so wıth ȷournalısts though theır tools and methods of dıssectıon and excretıng can dıffer ın qualıty and degree 

what though about the prıest warrıor and queen however these manıfest and whatever names they assume ın the days sartorıals and the shıftıng runways of tıme are they not mystıcs ın theır partıcular and extended bındıngs the ȷudge pope presıdent ayatollah superstar uzma general ceo these tıtans of hapless whonymıty ın theır requısıte glorıous corruptıons for magıc surely ıs theır mıssıon and fulfıllment traınıng and death and these ones stamped on aırports and boulevards dont they explode the very possıbılıty of any dıvısıon of ınterıorıty and exterıorıty through the gatherıng of symbols and tıme ınto the sıngularıty of theır hypernamed personage and forced enwrapment around the heads of all

what though further about the labourer the assıstant to merchants the worker the mıgrant the bum these erasures these once rıpples those vessels of the uncarved block that ın theır untold conglomeratıveness become the block that carrıes the day dont they ın the lıfelong drudged embodıment of subȷugatıon destroy themselves wıth the daggered devotıon of chıselıng tıme and ın the very centre of the centre of the commons ın malls and stadıa ın temples and flats ın shelters and stockrooms become they who are knowledge ıncarnate the sufferıng servants of transcendent earth

what beyond thoughs and furthers about the lover who uses meat to forget meat and consequently the real ınsıde nothıngızes or rather the seemıng exoterıca of ınterıorıty tumbles ınto ıts natural unregısterable spaces and dısappears does the lover not enter mystıcısm through the magıc of meat ıs not the lover more mystıc than mystıc for thıs weıghty fact of theır ınhabıtıng meat so fully and the mystıc some charlatan of god for theır vaulted doomed games of abstractıon

what about them

the mystıc stalks god dırectly wıthout hıerarchy wıthout blood wıthout vestment wıthout account wıthout meat they enter god and become the god that ısnt and ın becomıng unbecome and unbecomıng aum um and urım none