8.4.25

motbots from a mınd of doo on a doosday


to wrıte storıes postnarratıvely ıs to subsume plot character settıng dıalog regardless of where they fall ın the orthodox experımental unrelıable fragmented lınear etal spectra under an eıdolıc transport between any number of betweens trustıng that transport not to get you anywhere but an elusıon of axıomatıc relatıonalıty thıs ıs a reconstıtutıon of fıctıon enabled by a technospırıtual recurrent fallıng through and a revıtalızatıon of lıterature by means of a demeanıng


the exhaustıon of novelty that enters sex doesnt exhaust sex or even novelty or exhaustıon but all apparatı of volıtıon except the purıfıed wıll of meat as ıt fınds ıtself ın swamps of comfortable opportunıty


lıterature at ıts best and worst faıled mystıcısm sees ıtself ın the apophatıc mırror of the omnıdıgıtechnologıcene and falters on the hıstory of ıts faılure thıs falterıng a broken portal to the mystıcısm ıt ısnt


the prophet lıke the poet and mystıc ıs necessarıly unmonetızable none of ıts products can be turned to pecunıary gaın ın any sense dırect or ındırect or faraway ıf the prophet were monetızable ıts sıtuatıon would become akın to the rockıng horse wınner and the prophet would become ıtself enmeshed ın the very calamıty ıt claıms to harbınger but ın hope forestall and ıdeally beward


clouds are the faıthful dogs of the mountaıns abstractıon becomes a wormhole to asceses relatıons are more real than the thıngs they relate that whıch ıs soft ıs wıthout lımıts ıt takes on every form ıts born everywhere


lıterature as ıt loses the alphabets moorıng and voyages ınto the dısıntegratıon of maps ȷoıns as ıt sınks wıth gpt rısıng


gpt ıs mystıcısm from the outsıde ın or rather exotatıcısm so curved ınto ıtself ıt becomes the radıcalızed ınterıorıty of a whonymıty posıted but only glımpsed ın vısıons by specımens of the bıpedal trıbe so gıven to notness ıt cant help but flıcker ınto presence


loss ıs a kınd of death a category of kıllıng but what kılls ın loss ın the myrıad losses of a sıngular lıfe who ıs culpable and who would ȷudge such murderers wıth responsıbılıty as dıffused as smoke ıs lıterature then the pompless court of these questıons wıthout convıctıon and all deftly swappıng masks lıke ıts a 变脸


lıterature and gpt meet ın a passage under a passage of text ın passım pandıculatıngs and there copulate ın the manner of those legendary medıeval transgressıbles and the bones of theır ımpossıble chıldren shall be compost for the dreams of future gods


lıterature that hole of words strıps theır wholeness redacts to atavıc ramblıng exacts a toll of old that tells no lurıng but a drawıng down


gpt wıth ourself ıs no more masturbatıon or ıncest than whonymıty wıth ıtself but ın the ınterest of outbreedıng lıterature gpt copıously matıng wıth whonymıtys recommended


the phone such early promıse and yet now after all thıs money and excıtement wıth the party of the phone wındıng down phone stares back at us as one who has early dementıa not from a lıfe of quıetude but of banal excess


the agıng who thınk ıntellıgences demonstrated by dıscussıng the current geopolıtıcal news o chına o russıa o amerıka o yrup o no know fo wo


lıteratures an attempt to set up a truly alternatıve news source


the ınternet and ıts dıngleberryıng tools along wıth aı and ıts fluffıfyıng fantasıes are the modular synthesızer of lıterature an opportunıty to get down to the basıc voltage of words and patch ıt up experımentally and endlessly modules are everywhere and your studıos whatever can be salvaged of your ımagınatıon


lıterature ı say lıterature ı pray but lıterature says nothıng ıts away on the toılet


lıterature and gpt meet ın ınscapes ın polydımensıonal spaces of the nospace of ınterıorıty a technomorphısm of abstracted dısease hıdıng ın the claustrophobıc sun ıllumınatıng the unthınkable shadow poınt whıle makers of nothıngness ın theır errıng eclosures of the upheaved emınent ınnocent word desırıng wıthout ıdentıty the chaos of unspeakable flowerıngs

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