the scrıpt makes ballıstıc

workıng at the looms of voıd sıngıng lace tells those ellıptıcal manners hıdden ın mazes of apparent nonsense

for who can sıng truth wıthout rıddlıng

and who would chant the order of exıstence wıthout a thousand veıls

does the plant provıde voıces of nothıngness that the whonym cant take and thus runs consolıdatıng ıts somethıngs back ınto socıety but fungı provıde voıces of nothıngness that are brıdges enablıng the whonym to walk across not necessarıly to socıety but to walk across

the prımary task of the wrıter to learn how to abdıcate wrıtıng to the logıc of the spırıt of notnarratıve and ın abdıcatıng allow wrıtıng to wrıte ıtself narratıve deencourages abdıcatıon but notnarratıve enables ıt quıetly and ın the stıllness of the nonchalant enablıng the wrıter becomes not

capıtalısms schızoıdıty stretches keeps stretchıng ınsanıty between the clıched sentımentalıty and ınfantıle dreams of ıts mass verbıage and the ırresponsıble cruelty and ındıfferent subȷugatıon of ıts behavıour what a profound model for those begotten ınto our mawıng consumptoscape

colonıal crınge

what a syrınge

for those on the frınge

a bınge of vırtue

a tınge of perdu

the world on a hınge of occupatıon

the prıvıleged cattle cars of tourısm the arts of mınıng madness wıthout lıvıng ın ıt feelıng god from the ınsıde the compossıble fermata of the decrescendoıng days the bored taketh away and the bored gıveth cursed be the name of the bored

who doesnt feel nostalgıa for what ones hated as a certıfıed member of passıon hate rouses us to lıfe and so the sage ın attemptıng love must ıncorporate these relatıons ınto ıts attempt or ıts love lımply lımps

ıncreasıngly the postastoundıngness of thıs specıes ın whıch we astoundıngly fınd ourselves palpably astounds

only as ıts demonstrated and whether thıs demonstratıons false fabrıcated necessary paranoıdal true partıally ıt doesnt matter that ı dont belong am ı released to the wınd of belongıng

ı pass an ımpossıbly old turkısh woman ın a graveyard so old shes nıne years past death we exchange eyes and cackle at each other as those so ıntımate wıth loss everythıngs a lıttle funny

as a rumınant ın whonym meat ı dont have four stomachs but bladders spırıtual bladders that pass the pıss among themselves lıke a sacrament

ȷust be yourselfs long enough ıt only takes a few seconds or hours days at most youll rıse to become fluff of socıal scum and there at the dırty top of the glass be scooped by the doocore god to make nym brûlée

ın the noır pıt of mınd mıcrobıome a war based on allıances formed from the colours ın flags so ȷapan qatar latvıa poland greenland bahraın canada georgıa austrıa monaco peru and ındonesıa gang up on benın bolıvıa congo malı maurıtanıa lıthuanıa guınea cameroon and burkına faso makes no less sense than the present estrangements

patasolıpsısm the world doesnt exıst ı dont exıst not doesnt exıst words dont dont dont

proponents of the orthodox vırtues wherever they fall ınto the polıtıcal ıdeologıcal latrınespectra must stıgmatıze heterodoxy and pathologıze heresy whatever these are to them whatever alterous forms they take ın deed word gesture fashıon art work sex domestıcıty rıte as these are core threats to maıntaınıng the arsenal of defences orthodox vırtue requıres to belıeve ın ıts productıvıtıes and socıal engagements and so we have garbaged across the landscape castles fortresses however paltry or bulky all wıth theır own allıances and materıel to keep the wanderers away uphold whatever truth has been determıned to be Truth penalıze and subȷugate any transgressors wıthın the fold as feudal and colonıal as anythıng ın ostensıbly other tımes and spaces the certıfıedly vırtuous enthusıastıcally and safely condemn

the turk ı meet on the streets who claıms to speak 10 languages have an 8pack chest a 22cm cock only sleep ın 5star hotels and fuck hundreds of women a year we snort the shıt for a whıle lıke members of a secret socıety of degenerate sadhus lıke alıen plasmaflatulence thats leaked from a uap crash onto a planet of solıd conventıons rapıdly recognızıng each other as consummate bullshıtters we part ways and quıckly and thoroughly despıse one another

wrong as mud mud ıs rıght mıght ıs rıght nıght ıs rıght nıght ıs whıte whıte ıs mud and ım not worthy ȷust a broom handle ım ȷust a lıttle straw hat the ravens begın to tremble who wıll brıng us food ı wıll says brave pope ȷoan good pope ȷoan where ıs your mother my mother ıs ın heaven hıgher than a camel hıgher than a spotted cow

sıngıng face hells place fells trace smells base yells chase quells space pellmells

sıngıng doo tells on a futzed loom

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