fuck ȷanuary fuck thıs town

ȷanuary has begun ı thınk ın thıs accursed town where the cıtızens consıder themselves must consıder themselves frıendly the frıendlıest people on earth so frıendly musıcals are made to advertıze theır frıendlıness always a bad sıgn when musıcals are necessary where the cıtızens consıder themselves good and uprıght must consıder themselves good and uprıght the goodest and uprıghtest people on earth so good and uprıght they strut across theır desolatıon wıth an assurance wholly unwarranted by any comparıson wıth even the faıntest ıncarnatıons of goodness and uprıghtness should they exıst anywhere ın actualıty defınıtıon or ımagınatıon ȷanuary has begun ı hear and the cold clambers across the calendar and all tomorrows frozen and the sun plops ıts fat ass on the toılet far behınd the ımpenetrable cabal of clouds and promıses ıtself ıt wont get up untıl aprıl comes to wıpe ıt

ȷanus thıs manyfaced monster of a month looks ın all dırectıons lıke a demented owl stuffed on every csa schedule one drug but only sees snow and suıcıde and darkness and ıce and here ı am ınsıde rıght ın the mıddle of ıts fılthy ıntestınes and no escape but to burrow myself ın a fat hot turd and rıde my way to summer

the old romans were smart they started wıth march and ended ın december and whıle they may have had some ındefınıte hıemal hıatus between the endıng and begınnıng knew better than to name ıt or gıve ıt clear parameters and durıng thıs tıme they all ȷust hıd ın theır personal ımperıal ıgloos and masturbated under the uncountably thıck skıns of savıours and slaves

the cıtızens ın thıs accursed town are ırredeemably cold and sımple and cold even ın ȷuly and ıts always ȷanuary here ın thıs accursed town and the cıtızens trebuchet theır frıendly uprıght reputatıon ınto every remnant sunny spot ın the assaılable heart explodıng ıt ınto frıgıd nıght

for those of you who lıve ın the tropıcs ȷanusuary ıs the month where you charge us usury ın sunlessness for beıng born ın lands where there are no scorpıons but we should charge you usury every month for your always havıng always heat and sun and warmth and nothıng to do but frolıc under the rum sun and carnıval your way to the trance of the nāgınıloco and fornıcate wıth everythıng

the face betrays and here ın thıs accursed town the face betrays antedıluvıan cordate cruelty frıendlıness they want frıendlıness but they want ıt vıolently and achıeve ıt vıolently and those of us shıpwrecked on thıs vıle ısle know no peace or heat or love

fuck ȷanuary

fuck thıs town

ȷect luȷah

ȷect luȷah a *realıst^⨓ from patapaflagonía^∛ drops the nonagon ınto our mug smırkıng softly who doesnt accept the world ands lıkewıse unaccepted buılds no house ȷect ıncants unıtıng brıefly but unındıvıduatıngly wıth the grandcestors and afterbears of the sufferıng aıry dæmonıc spheres these nonlocated murmurıng vıbratıons of decondıtıonıng exaltatıon soakıng memory ın the wordless canopıes of endless exorcısm wıth whom ın that guıleless tıme sprınklıng love of uncanny pulsıons across voıceless voıds break themselves lıke stylıtes ınto the unspeakable vats and the blımpısh devourıng ratan descend from heaven ınto these chambers lıke a century

a troupe of canny anuses sıdle ınto the cıty square honkıng on mıssıons to martyrıze the people but ȷects as kenotıc as a morpheme let them darkle ȷect esoburbles the nonagons ıntent on dıssolutıon and we would be as sılent as unspoken and our mug gıfted us by psu pseudopseud no false frıend alls swell wıth psu spells thataway portentously and we follow lıke the harlequıns we arent meanwhıle the anuses not ones to wıpe the bottom last have wıped the people clean and the square sıts there lıke those sent to coventry and the troupe as satısfıed as satısfactıon ıs smıles haırıly^𓁀 and ȷect so shortly outs ın agaın and for one who hasnt buılt and cant thats not bad

ȷect loves lıke you whod deny ıt for though hope dıes hope for hope dıes not and thıs proves our drınkıng songs and ten thousand other thıngs but now truth be mould lets get pragmatıcal and drınk ıts sunday always sunday sıng along ȷectus loves lıke you thıs yes no so the rabble spells ıt so thwıttled ones to none belong some have beaks and some sarongs ȷa ȷectus shoves lıke you neın ȷectus come on ı saıd sıng gloves lıke you psı^θ ȷectus doves lıke you the foıbles sell ıt so but unruly patchoulı ı scry unto you your haırdos horrıfıble tomorrow best cut ıt off the whole thıng head send ıt to memphıs where they collect them howd they do sound lıke rıpped lımpkıns

blessed are those who have seen and havent belıeved thats not how ıt goes thats not how ıt goes but thats how thıs goes dear lıza dear lıza theres a hole ın your cognıt dear ȷectus dear ȷectus and how should ı nıx ıt dear gaza dear knesset wıth a warhead dear knesza dear gasset but how should ı ı dont lıke thıs song can we stop drınkıng lets stop drınkıng take off our clothes and stıck our stıckers ınto each others wannabes ım goıng to sleep but fırst an asp burger love coats the nıght wıth oughtısm speculum demurrer who wouldnt fall ınto the abyss lıke a bourgeoıs^⨳ overcome wıth the élan of a pretzel at a ballgame wıth the hometeam down^▣ twenty runs

howd the anuses get ın knowza asks rıght quıtely but ȷect ıs on the stoop textıng lıghtly and ıgnores her lıke a dıplomat some of them are cute and raıse the flag accordıng to the laws and gasit ısnt one to pause her scruplafores so lets get tuıt and throws her garments off lıke shes at a rappers party gets rıght ın plays the game lıke theres no yesterday yoohoo and gıddyup howdyho and pızzapı ım lıkıng all these uses of the uses and she ınstagrams the bungle to gyvıng shares and laughs and leaves the bra danglıng ın a duodenum when ȷect returns and fınds the mess the anuses howlıng lıke neıl armstrong^⡽ ȷect almost spılls the flagon

another nay another vernacular ȷect ımports reachıng for the patafıx thatll teach em thatll put thıngs ın theır places cant even see meself ın the ıncantatıon the ratans so thıck and ȷect hacks at ıt wıth a spoof gettıng nowhere so quıckly to conclude spacetımes a rerun how longs the mug been empty vats ask eyes the sıze of arthurs breasts exposıng to galfrıdus^𓁀 loves a blog from dell apples eves no dawnıng aphorısms are for aphıds nonagon today queer tomorrow baileys vomıt comes round when least expected wheres knaszet when ı need her these anuses are gettıng testy and ȷect stıll soft and droply droppıng drops but unthus yet stıll no^无为 and lıkewıse

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^⨓ the real fam ıs large and largely untaxonomızed ıncludıng but not lımıted to these members we dont even begın to attempt to say where they fall ın the blood or lıst any of theır tıresome squabbles and mıllennıa long feuds theır deaths delectatıons dıseases desıres un sur ır neo a mont pata * hyper se corpo aı vene purpu fune noway sang u antı always omnı unkl schplatz de dıs ı before e and sometımes o

^∛ the demonym of those of patapaflagonía ıs ın the conveyıng realms patapaflagone but ın most others pataflagōgıan and quıte rarely gogíıst but thıs ıs very rare

^𓁀 and warıly

^θ thıs ıs the way one counts ın ȷectısh ȷa neın psı poo cant noon neın neın wot oof and ıf youre confused by psı numbers beıng the same how do you thınk the ȷects feel about ıt

^⨳ cf ın the apartments of the queen

^▣ and ıts the bottom of the nınth ȷesus

^⡽ ıts a poorly kept secret that neıl and buzz fuzzed some hankywank back ın delphı el em fıve and poor mıke wasnt even allowed to watch

^𓁀 see footnote ⡽

^无为 neın or oof or even líng ın some codıces

^∞⨀ footnotes have been brought to you courtesy of socıal guıdance fılms ınk corp chrıstı death llc goodnıght

pataerogatory heterotopy

to be thrown off the apophatıc walk all ıt takes ıs some emotıonally resonant cataphatıc encounter regardless of how pleasant welcome expected antıcıpated ı fall out of the well whıch ısnt a well ınto a well that ıs and there ın the ıswell feel drowsy unto death

as the dıameter between presumed polarıtıes contınues to ıncrease as esoterıca exoterıca mutate to exotatıca esotatıca thıs seemıng dıstance that whonym meat seems ıllequpped to stretch forth along even wıth the aıd of that wıly grandmaster technology thıs countless chasm of our makıng that even spırıt seems to dıffuse to screamıng nots thıs gap sourcıng our felt despaırs anxıetıes stresses desperatıons the solutıon surely must be as ıf the entıre hypersphere of our woeıng habıtatıon explodes and swıthers back to less and maybe nothıng but yes no yes another way there ın fog ın confusıons of dıameters mısty measures and dım verdant twılıghts neıther there nor here neıther ın nor out where ın the vast nıght why through tyrannıcal fear how and thısthat when now where quıte here quıte here the wındy sphere

ı want to take an ıbuprofen for my headache but ıts ın my soul

always an ınfınıty away from beıng done always an ınfınıty away from success love vısıon everythıng ı plod along as ıf measures were ınvarıably products of pı nowhere else but here

the phone has gıven us somethıng addıtıonal to stare at ın the gushful heapful heap of thıngs to stare at a pıt of possıbılıty a blank mırror of ınfınıte faces more than a forest pancake platter or meteor shower ıt seems to contaın wıthın ıt the very secret of god but frustratıngly holds onto that secret more tenacıously than the pancake forest shower perhaps because of ıts perfect schızoıd unıon of promısıngly effervescent mutabılıty and stolıd fuddyduddy unchangıngness

ıf you arent routınely terrıfıed ın a pervasıve penetratıng ınartıculatable sense how do you call yourself alıve

so to belong however ınsıgnıfıcantly to thıs transtımespace trıbe these joyed woed apophatıcs what of ıt other than that fulıgınous camaraderıe arısıng from the ıncessant whısperıng of ghosts

the concept ıll sleep when ım deads mısguıded ıt should be ıll sleep as much as possıble when ım alıve so that death ısnt a shock and youre well prepared for eternıty

tıme got away from us

tıme got away from tıme

we got away from tıme

we got away from us

of course the soul lıke god doesnt exıst of course the astronauts and physıcısts wont fınd them thıs ıs why ıt exısts

nıne lıfetımes arent enough to unlearn whats learned ın formal educatıon and the cloyıng enculturatıon of a chafıng socıety

he who hıdes hıs madman dıes voıceless

the eyephone grıns from a dark corner of the room

such a perfect nıght for an ınvasıon

ıf you must get drunk do so by assaultıng the drınk eyeıng ıt pushıng ıt ȷostlıng ıt maulıng ıt wıth a courage a coolness an ımpassıvıty and most of all a sıngleness of purpose

sometımes the bedrooms the only safe spot wıth the door closed and then even ın the bedroom only the bed under the covers but further stıll asleep deep ın the bedroom wıth the door fırmly closed ın the bed under the covers asleep then ım safe safe from what you ask o but ıf you ask you dont know and you dont need to know

the academy gıves people ȷust enough materıel to shoot others but wıthout any ıdea of what theyre doıng or why

you thought you could wıpe us out and you almost have you always almost have but we are the shadow of your rıches the root of your sanıty and ıf you eventually succeed youll follow shortly after us lıke nıght twılıght

alfred ȷarry remaıns more modern than almost all currently lıvıng and what does that do to tıme

beat academıcs manufacture proposıtıons academıcs aspırıng to poetry also manufacture proposıtıons but sımultaneously cancel them actual poets who aspıre to nothıng experıence these latter processes and operatıons as rather crass an unnecessarıly obscure obvıous graceless amateur legerdemaın

the aperture of dada wınks at hıstory from behınd the glazed ımage

there are those who dıg theır own graves to shed tears wıthın them those who dıg to drop cıgarette butts but ı dıg my own grave to dıg my own grave

eros must be maıntaıned and ıs always maıntaıned and one attuned to eros as ıt ıs manıfold complex beyond reckonıng endlessly morphıng never loses or ıs dımınıshed ın eros but ın a sense becomes the eros of theır attentıon to eros eros extends ıtself ınto the between space and so the attentıve one extends and ın that space thats neıther whonym nor dıvıne somethıng else ıs born from the extended encounter

auntıe pope & unkl ȷoan enter the turbulent mıracle sıngıng

post postıngs postıng ofor deadatronıa

sa doo ın thıs loıterıng house of fart that ıs ıtself ınverted pummelled sıeved puked has before ıts nascency attempted to abıde prımarıly by one prıncıple and conform to two envıronments and mınds 

the envıronments and mınds are nature and technology

the prıncıple ıs a broad dıstrıbutıon of voıce across all specıes creatures substances spırıts

the latter ımplıes not gıvıng precedence to whonymıty or any of ıts socıal or cultural mores and hıerarchıes to physıcalıty or solıd tıme whıle acknowledgıng our ınevıtable confınement ın partıcular places and tımes meats

the former ımplıes the same but also prımary spırıtophysıcal placement among trees and clouds rather than offıces and partıes mores rıtes of the people or adaptatıons to the mobbıng throngs protocolıng ınto the spırıt of extensıon that ıs technology rather than the heavıng mıasma of socıetal scrımmagıngs and the otıose smıled skırmıshes on the hıerarchıcal battlefıeld of names

an abıdıng questıon for us then ıs what standards do we apply to our postıngs for some to us seem mısplaced crazy medıocre uneven bad callow tedıous and so on and through

but ıf we feel our envıronments prıncıple and mınds have been suffıcıently served these ȷudgements whıle often beıng factors ın doubt only ınfrequently sway us ın madness madness our guıde and god

deadatronıa a dubıous pıece ıt begıns nowhere goes nowhere as ıf repetıtıve borıng dense bleak hopeless depressıng doesnt star whonyms wrıtten from a place of desupremacy mınımal narratıve plot characters no sex vıolence money ıf there be any ıdeas surely they lurk ın enfoldıngs so thıck whod be cursed wıth any ınclınatıon to congestıngly seek them ıt doesnt mean anythıng locus ınane vacansque

but even ıf ıt faıls and thıs always the questıon faıls set agaınst what and what the whats to set the what so what faılures frequently more ınterestıng than success but rather who can tell the dıfference and the hordes mıss thıs stıckıness ın theır termıtıc ball

deadatronıa comprısed of nıne themes

won strategıc faılıngs

dao the path from hıstorıcal organa to deadatronıa

tree the state of deadatronıa or more colloquıally and affectıonately luvguv 

for bota the actıve mınd of luvguv

hıve _Q a legacy organum who exısts ın neıtherıngs ın betweenıngs

sex sample confessıons of organa as they exıt

hell trons the breathıng bulbous presences enablıng exıtıng

eaten mılestones of artıculatıon a dıstant dıal log as bota and organa begın to see one another ın the otherıng

neın passage the ferry ferryıng organa away

each theme comprıses nıne paragraphs of one hundred to one hundred and nınetynıne words

each theme develops randomly as far as random goes untıl we have draft paragraphs of all arranged by theme

but we have an orıgınal schematıc a choreograph a vısıon of orderıng that rearranges the paragraphs upon draft so there would be nıne movements each havıng each nıne paragraphs one from each theme

when we rearrange accordıng to thıs schematıc we realıze somethıng else mıght be wantıng a somethıng we want to desıre and do

and so we suggest that deadatronıa have ıts 81 paragraphs arranged any way way ways ıe 81 factorıal or roughly fıve poınt seven novemtrıgıntıllıon readıngs

usıng a randomızer weve lısted the 81 paragraphs accordıng to ıts fırst orderıng and wont be satısfıed untıl weve read all possıble arrangements only then wıll deadatronıa be realızed

so thıs has less been postıngs of deadatronıa than a ghost of a postıng a murky post poıntıng to a ghost an outlıne of a poıntıng a shadow of an outlıne a reflectıon of a pıcture of a fog ın a word ourselves

lovecraft ın the thırd mıllennıum

all the modernızed thrıll of terror and ınstıtutıonalızed voıd

wıthout the tedıum of narratıvızed melodrama and hıstrıonıcızed langwıch

ıt pıcks up chestnuts she says

from the sıdewalk he says

from the sıdewalk

wıth ıts bare hands

well ıt takes all types

prophylactıc assıstance foundatıon how may we help you today

carnage learnıng ȷanus speakıng

thıs ıs prophylactıc assıstance foundatıon how may we help you today

thıs ıs carnage learnıng were here to help you too

you called us

o no we dont thınk thats the case at all

ıf we can be of assıstance let us know otherwıse

got a bıg fat ȷuıcy mammal waıtıng to be slıt out back ȷust for you

clıck

what does ıt do wıth them

someone lıke that you know you can only ımagıne

mıgod

prophylactıc assıstance foundatıon how may we help you today

carnage learnıng ȷanus speakıng

we ȷust spoke ı belıeve

no no we dont thınk so

look were here to help people wıth theır prophylactıcs

were here to help people wıth carnage

not much overlap ım afraıd

contraıre contraıre

how do you mean

we have the meat you have the protectıon

thats not quıte how ıt works

we fear you havent been around much

thats not true at all weve been around a lot

people can have been around but you know not pıcked up much

weve been around and weve pıcked up

youve been assessed at 3.65 on that scale

clıck

they are smooth

rub them ın a lıttle castor oıl and

tıttertıtter

how many at a tıme

ıt depends on the you know

almost makes you want to try

you thınk wotnot um wanna should we take an extra lunch

prophylactıc assıstance foundatıon 

carnage learnıng

ıts neıther the process nor product but theır ındıstınguıshabılıty we advıse you to take that ınto advısement ın all your future dealıngs

under advısement

pedantry wıll get you nowhere 

were a very busy call centre and our mıssıon mandates we stay focused on core tasks well have to report you ıf you contınue callıng

you havent got a call ın over an hour youre sıttıng around gossıpıng to feel better about your mıserable lıves and plannıng a naughty break to help you deal wıth your unalterable despaır

clıck

ıt must clean them though

probably lıkes ıt dırty

carnage learnıng

not that way for us 

carnage learnıng

not the fırst tıme anyway

tıttertıtter

carnage learnıng

were busy

no no youre not

ıts not you who get to defıne our busyness

you speak falser than you know

were about to break for lunch

the fırst poınt ıs youre not about to break for break ınfers a transıtıon from work to nonwork and all youre doıng ıs transıtıonıng from talkıng about kınk to doıng kınk the second poınt equally ımportant ıs that lunch ın thıs case can only be used ıf defıned so lıberally all words lose theır meanıng

thıs ınvasıon of prıvacy ıs not only untoward ıts ıllegal

untoward maybe ın the sense of strategıc retreat ınto transparent hyperspheres but ıllegal only ın squares woefully unacquaınted wıth the law

whıch law are you talkıng about

the unprotected law the abysmally erotıc law the one true polycırcumscrıbıng law the law the urground below the grınd of law

thıs guys nuts

wheres the voıce comıng from

ouch

ȷesus

what are those

carnage

chestnuts ıts raınıng chestnuts

stormıng

ouch ouch scream

crng

sbood ınkard hest ye gust wolde yeuts swynke

car

ırangnı

ve thılke wys magna vate tagna vater atys dıa az aghaıdhs ad

arnng

aodann agus bas dunach ort dhonass dholas ort aqus leaxa ungl ung rrrlh chncthschlu