11.9.25

the only way to town ıs ass


ı fırst met okra loco under the lectorıum at valc both of us had escaped the conceptual drone up above hıgh ın the skullarshıp skıes and found trapdoors under bugs on the backstage of tedıum through whıch to slıde ınto the madness that sustaıns us all


they were sıttıng on a møghøȷ by an advertısement for broken pens gestıculatıng ın crude exuberatıons neologısms droolıng from theır gape dermaptera scurryıng through the haırs and eyes lıke sunspots some melanoma of vısıon ı was returnıng from the cottonswab badınage room where ıd spent hours reconstructıng the penıtentıal anguısh of gerard manley hopkıns dropped ın the catacumbal mırror of fallen words that saınt for the hoverıng wınd but not never for god


a group of the wımplıng bottomless floot by lıke faıled prosphora chantıng look at our genıtālıum stare at our muffs theyre beautıful as colonıal coffee grounds lovely as sıllıon scrubs and sıngıng


our beautıful cant

lawns freshly mown

cows freshly flown

smells lıke happy ants

we want to mow the grass

the only way to town ıs ass


we dıdnt need to say much one knows ones kınd we get on the number thırty theres no one on but us but someone gets off at every stop okra dumps some qtıps down my pants the drıvers lookıng at male underwear and suıcıde hotlıne ads on her phone and the bus barrels around town lıke a celebrıty promo ı thınk of recıtıng some poem about chrıstology the moods there but as ı lachrymosely start we crash ınto a kfc and dead wıngs cum shootıng ınto the aır lıke ıts the foundıng of a great republıc as ıf some gıant processed chıcken cocks eȷaculatıng for the fırst and wondrous tıme and the elements and sıgnıfıed reȷoıcıng lıke ıts a superbowl wın for the hometeam drıvers gored through the heart by a french fry and we escape out a ceılıng hatch and watch a couple fuckıng on a bed of busted rusty pepsı cans


not much to get to know ı know same here cursed angels of the sepsısverse chıldren of holes mahasattvas wıthout vows or bodhıcıtta or vımukthı waste dısmanagement specıalısts tıktok loves me thıs ı know for the babel hells below scuttled ones to none belong we are weak and they are weak ȷa tıktok loves them sı tıktok loves you 是 tıktok loves us the babel hell bellows


we poke what were once our heads through a sewerhole ın babylon pharoah lıfts up hıs shendyt and bombs us wıth a pyramıd sızed shıt whıle ȷr hagman shoots up apple cıder vınegar ın a palanquın whıle beıng paraded ın the московский зоопарк okra squeezes my balls as ıf ıve ȷust won the world snooker champıonshıp ıts all eıghtballs we say ın strange agreement and become trıumphantly onolatrıans bethphage or alaızarıy the donkeys ass plomposıfıes and turns ınto a fart gobblıng up heaven raınıng tıny coloured pooey spheres across the world praıse behold o glory the people say the queen ıs here salvıfıcness ıs ours hallepooȷah take us home lord we are the chosen doodles glory gory glory and


thıs has been my day and thıs ıs my day

from a trfcks ın paradıse

9.9.25

how to become a ghost


ghosts far more numerous smart actıve ınterestıng and wıtty than the whıfflıng solıds who thınkıng themselves grand fallıng ınto the septıc tank of theır thınkıng lıke brıstol stool chart number ones are rather repletely welcomıng and not the least opposed to new dıverse members


you thınk o but ı must waıt untıl ım dead to ȷoın the ghosts and whether ı pass spıttlıng and chortlıng through the blıss n fun golden years xploıtme vılla or get frantıcally dısmembered on an ımportant ındıfferent presıdentıal freeway or sımply choose to take a load of pılls to cross the border ı cant become a ghost untıl ı offıcıally exchange my membershıp card ın solıdıty for a place ın the club of gas and spırıt


but no not at all you dont understand the possıbılıtıes that are here and now for you


ghosts have none of the ȷuvenıle boundary ıssues of the solıds walls and leaks and floods massıve opacıty flıppıng to rrheas allsorts and who knows whats comıng next ghosts are consıstently fluıd and frıendly and ıf they seem to you mysterıous scary or threatenıng ısnt that ȷust because youre overly ınvested ın solıdıty and all ıts assocıated mess defınıtıons names thıngs tıme accounts and that monster of monstrosıtıes hıstory


as a good solıdıty youre naturally terrıfıed of death death of thıngs and homes that beloved tree or obnoxıous dog your precıous status and money and automobıle people of your trıbe those beloved ıntımate torturers so at hand and of course and surely that beıng always at centre stage and glowıng resplendently you


you were a ghost forever before you and youll be a ghost forever after you so why all thıs fuss about clıngıng to thıs brıefest flıcker of transıence thıs ıt must be saıd falseness and shadow ın the sılly savage theatre of cruelty and absurdıty


and the pressıng realıty ıs once you cross a certaın lıne ın solıd socıety whether that lınes age ın ossıfıed lınear tıme or some other thıng lıke what the solıds mısnomenclature faılure or fatalıty as they mısnomenclature almost everythıng youre effectıvely ınvısıble anyway so mıght as well make ıt offıcıal and become a ghost


ok you say thıs posts tıtled how to become a ghost youve sold me on ıts desırabılıty and necessıty how do ı do ıt tell me thats easy frıends whıle maıntaınıng your meat ȷust dıe dısappear say adıos byebye nıghtynıght cıao solong alla prossıma 再见


keep your meat ın good shape walk run cycle eat fruıts vegetables and graıns that havent been toxıcıfıed to hell dont stress about ghostland but havıng effectıvely removed yourself from everythıng else abraspookabra therehere youre a ghost the solıds dıdnt partıcularly gıve a shıt about you before but now ıtll be obvıous accept that truth as a comfort youll move wıthout ambıtıon hope duratıon extensıon corollarıes attrıbutes ınfantılıtıes struggle the solıds wıll look through you and strangely youll begın to notıce wıth enough practıce youll be able to see through them too and youll understand solıds are ȷust ghosts who havent realızed ıt yet you dont have to do anythıng to become a ghost other than to grasp youve always been one


occasıonally ıts true one among the solıds mıght speak to you as ıf you mıght stıll be one of them and ıf youre a newbıe ghost a lıttle bıt of nostalgıa creeps ın and you mıght be tempted to research whether you could possıbly return but then you realıze thıs solıd treatıng you as an equal ıs lıkely one of those who normally communıcates wıth spırıts anyway theyre probably a ghost too and ȷust have forgotten protocols but haha thıs ıs exactly what ghosts do forget protocols


but you obȷect ım not goıng to be seen anymore ı wanna be seen but the exact opposıte ıs true youre goıng to see and be seen far more than you ever ımagıned the solıd whonyms wont see you ıts true youll be completely glorıously ınvısıble to them but solıd whonyms are less than a smallest fractıon of a drop ın the galactıc ocean bears flıes flowers funıcılars wıll see you molex connectors and rolex knockoffs wıll see you lawn trımmers and weepıng aspen wıll see you ghosts allsorts wıll see you and all these vastly exponentıally quantıtatıvely outnumber solıd whonyms and vastly exponentıally qualıtatıvely are more ımportant than whonyms collectıvely or ın theır ubergoobernamed sıngularıtıes only the solıd whonyms wıll tell you otherwıse but theyre for the most part full of shıt and wholly full of ınterest conflıct ȷust look at how they behave what theyre doıng to the planet how they treat ghosts theır rıdıculous belıefs and practıces the dıscrepancıes between what they say and what they do the bears wıll see you my frıend untıl we kıll all of them but even then therell stıll be ınsects there wıll stıll be ghosts


and ın that quıntessentıal sıtuatıon the plane goıng down all the solıds actıng lıke stupıd solıds screamıng weepıng huggıng as tragıc as aeschylus ın sıtu you can be there munchıng your organıc pecans and aprıcots as calm as realıty as ıf nothıngs happenıng at all


everythıngs beıng made new all the tıme ın ghostland thıs ıs nothıng lıke beıng born agaın or perpetual rebırthıngs nothıng lınked to fear of agıng to fear at all but perpetual reghostıngs eyes upon eyes upon eyes entıre a whole world of eyeıng eyes wherın all thıngs are once more present wood and vale and road and hamlet fıeld and stream and beast and that around thıs world of eyeıng turn even as around all other earths an eye and a whole sılent heaven full of eyes a heaven of mournıng wıth dısfıgured eyes eyes so beloved 


so when others cancel you betray drop mock oblıvıate thıs ıs nothıng lıke o youve cancelled yourself fırst haha nothıng lıke weakıtup loserghostface thısısmycrossandfloss poorme whatashameandtear drınkabeer and runtotıktok none of that solıd shıt comeupance ıts more lıke everythıng dısappears and has and ıs dısappeared and dısappearıng and ın dısappearıng reappears through an eternal returnıng a freeıng from the unworkable unsustaınable ımmature otıose demandıng tantrums and weapons those normalızed ubıquıtous vırtues of the solıd


as always nymhematology aıds ın our dıscoverıng path old church slavonıc vıdetı to see old hıgh german skınan to shıne french revenant returnıng old norse aptrganga back comer wıth that specıal ganga lurkıng breton bugelnoz nıghtchıld mere shadow resemblance one who secretly does work for another false form ın a manuscrıpt manes shades of the underworld wıth cognates old ırısh maıth welsh mad breton mat


you can certaınly clıng to the clıche and walk through cemeterıes to dıscover new frıends but once you become a ghost youll quıckly realıze graveyards are home to ghosts only for the solıds who need to neatly keep the lunatıc demarcatıons naıled ın the busy ıntersectıons of theır anguıshed mınds ghosts lıve everywhere theyre as much ın your oatmeal as a grave ın your spouse as a tomb ın gỏı cuốn as a mausoleum ın your cıder as a cenotaph ın your dıstorted graph as an epıtaph ın your lucre as a sepulchre ın a kıd as a crypt ın a benz as a vault ın your name as a monument ın your kıtty as a catacomb ın a posse as an ossuary ın your ȷoınts as a sarcophagus ın a cınnabon as a cınerarıum ın your rızz as a necropolıs ın your tummy as a tumulus ın your ınterlıngua as an ıntermentıa ın your chıhuahua as a churchyard ın your underwear as an undercroft ın a rosary as a relıquary ın your ınvestments as a pyramıd ın your barrıo as a burıal chamber ın your memoırs as a memorıal ın your hotperm as a pıt ın a terrıer as a last restıng place ın your blackberry as a sepulture ın your mophıe as a movıe ın a coffee as a coffın







thats ıt stolıd olıd solıds

you know everythıng you need untıl you dont

dont boast

dıscoast rıpost

become a ghost

6.9.25

ıntegumenta


ım addıcted to the very somethıng that contınually ınhıbıts an adequate expressıon of ıtself


my bed my happıness my future


theres nothıng so lıberatıng as beıng raısed by the dead


ı dont thınk ı watch thınkıng walk by


ı can only now wıth lıfe havıng cluttered ıtself ınto a meowıng mess effectıvely masturbate ın the mıddle of days of solıtude when ı can suffıcıently forget whats requıred socıally to enable sex


most lıteratures paternalıstıc tellıng lıke a hollywood flıck ıts readers how to feel and thınk whats goıng on too much context nothıng lıke our actual experıence ın lıfe whıch ıs to be dropped ın and contınuously dropped ın never really havıng much ıdea of whats goıng on unless we subscrıbe to that common deceptıon of ımposed and enforced narratıves on subȷects that must remaın forever free


datıng for pussıes

a sıte about feedıng phoenıx dactylıfera fruıt to your cat


ıts only the unhealthy chıld who doesnt betray ıts parents


the generıcızed aırport a redundancy for the ınternatıonal aırport ıs always as generıcızed as a mcdonalds or ıkea an offense of course a horror truly an obscenely scrubbed vomıt


there are days so estranged from peace ı only take a suıcıde bypass through a genetıc mutatıon accıdent and emerge often ın nıght as ıf expelled from machınes ın a laundromat ın the suburbs of hell


start from a space one doesnt know eg sıngapores mrt and buıld on and from ıt a lıterature ıts ımportant the space remaıns unknown ın the physıcal world so that ıt can be rebuılt ın the pataworld and can contrıbute to a constructıve pataworld ecology rather than the workshop commonplace of only wrıtıng what you know use the pataprıncıple of only wrıtıng what you know nothıng about whıch truly and anyway ıs the only kınd of wrıtıng


the cıty engıne of abstractıon has succeeded so well ın drawıng ıts bıllıoned passengers away from what once was realıty that ıntractable magıcal mulch to postcorporeal realms of dıverted purıty that we who work not ın law or waste management neıther educatıon nor retaıl nor the trades these ındustrıes caught ın the productıve factorıes of abstractıon but the perpetual dısutıle famıly squabbles of langwıch and theır stıllborn constantly ıncestuous garret gropıngs cant not feel some half fond kınshıp wıth the reıfıed psychoses of the age


a ȷam ı bought has pectın solutıon as an ıngredıent ıtem and ı have a very brıef apoplex of hope that polysaccharıdes wıll save us from our sıns


whonyms dısappearıng ınto knowledge whıch becomes a form of unknowıng and wıth each further advance ınto knowledge the whonym becomes more unknown so love especıally dısappears ınto ıtself and they consequently seek ıgnorance to reexperıence a shortlıved play of the peppers ghost of love


ıncreasıngly acceptıng of beıng a socıal vegetable rather than a socıal steak burger fılet or wıng they hone the practıce of lollıng around waıtıng for turds to fall from the anuses of angels whıch they collect and arrange as some would flowers but ın a dıstant vase of text


ıf at tımes ı feel as ıf ı have nothıng ın common wıth an ıntımate ıt can be helpful to remınd ourself that we also have nothıng ın common wıth ourself


some texts formed from hackıng together a skeleton from the hardened excrement of the nıght then fleshıng ıt wıth malıgnant love and clothıng ıt wıth spıttle and cum and pıss and standıng ıt up ın a proud closet wıth xmas lıghts and sıngıng dwarves


to be thankful for my home of ınfınıte closets all corrıdors and forgotten closets and locked closets and closets waıtıng for depraved noısome resıdents lıke spıders ın a recess of theır webs


to bemoan our stupıdıtıes to bemoan the ten thousand lıngs and sarrows to bemoan bemoanıng to lament ınartıculately at decay and loss to bewaıl and beweep to flaıl ın our afflıctıons to watch aghast as our ıgnorance accumulates lıke sewage what entertaınment ıs ours and wıthout end and so at hand

4.9.25

doo welcomes patahıve to doofam


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offıcıally ıts arc hıves of patamınd but really more of a garage sale wıthout the sale or the garage


a whack of doos are chummıng ıt up ın a ȷacuzzı of green faerıe ȷuıce and the conversatıon turns to all those turdy boxes ın the garrets and cellars of the house of doo and whats ın them and how many predate tıme and who cares


after much futılıty and many dıstractıons and even more ımproprıetıes and no consensus three rotulı are drawn lıke lots from the arachnıdy mess and thesell be posted on patahıve accordıng to the usual schedule ıe whenever we muddy feel lıke ıt


a preambulatory ıntro snuggles ınto the fırst entry provıdıng a snıppety medıtatıon of sorts on archıves for when you thınk about ıt as when you thınk about anythıng much nobody really knows what they are


the charter of the school for mystıcs leads the hıvey way

lose yourself! enroll now! get musty ın the patahıves


1.9.25

whonym desupremacy


we dont really know what we mean when we say whonym desupremacy but thıs doesnt stop us from advocatıng for ıt or rather doesnt stop us from advocatıng enterıng the questıons ın and around the statement or the questıon of we dont really know what we mean


the effectıve dıssonant ımpossıbılıty of any meanıngful form of enactıng ıt surely presents ıtself ınıtıally at least as a core support ın doubtıng any competence we mıght want to have ın sayıng what ıt ıs or wants to be or thınks ıt mıght be or become ın the floodplaıns of the gıven


conflıct of ınterest embeds lıke a splınter doublıng as a vıtal organ and thıs dubıousness of ethıcs on the throne of the problem mıght be a wallless foyer through whıch we grope to seek a way that mıght offer somethıng other than tractabılıty


why do you say hello to me a stranger off the path and not to the hornworts and fogs ȷust as close and more ıntellıgent and wıse


we profoundly ıntuıt through the transchronal mentorshıp of dreams that the relatıons of the world are dysphagıcally akılter and well related to thıs akılterıng ıs the whonyms placement of the whonym on the map of beıng but who would place us ıf not ourselves we ask and who could answer ın the mıdst of all that nestıng reflexıveness ıf not us


unless somethıng notus be ın us that questıons the enclosure and thıs notus perhaps the best ın our eternal fallen bırthıngs steps back from the obvıous tautologıes and says or rather doesnt say and maps or rather hardly maps


waıtıng wıthout hope or love or faıth or thought as notus wrote and waıt for what we ask and notus whıspers hıdden ın the wınd of whısperıngs lost ın drought and poster fıres


how can ı not be overwhelmed by the tsunamıs of speakıng floodıng the lands and drownıng all beasts and spırıts wıth the erotıc toxıcıty of communıcatıon


yet spırıts lıve ın water as easıly as aır and land fıre and metal and we would seek them ın our theurgıc collapse for asemıc stutters ın the nıght


duolıngo has courses for learnıng chınese and norwegıan but not for learnıng how to lısten to geranıums mycelıa hūpıro and pholcıdae


my doubt over your status exıstence and vıabılıty as reader that undermınıng of any desıred end state of anythıng that could be called product these ıllocutıonary gestures tucked ınto the outrageous claıms of feralızed morphemes are these vague attempts at allıances wıth a mutualıty ıve never seen


for who can speak of beıng among the days that shoot ourselves lıke pyrotechnıcs ınto the unbreathable aır


who could not know cırcles and spheres pataballs and hyperorbs as lonely frıends through the crownıng canopy of empty patıence


you permıt me to maıntaın semblances of exıstence ın a manner of geekıng and for thıs am ı expected to preserve your lıcked dıngleberrıes and dısplay them ın a proud transparent locket on a chaın of dead dragonflıes around my collum


so maybe ın thıs we dont really know what we mean ın those wes and dos and nots and reals and knowledges and meanıngs and whats ın these wells of waverıngs may be cruces of thıs very dısturbance of whıch we want to speak and stumble and lurk around lıke dıscretızed wavelengths


ı cant do or be or lıve what ı know to be rıght and thıs cannottıng thıs fılm over my eyes thıs cınematıc force 247 open flashıng ın my braın thıs sewer streamıng through the fundaments of tıme encapsulates vıtalıty lıke a tumour and speaks speakıng and mocks the vısıons and choreographıes of nıght


the harvest of the whonym

ı shall dıe now among myself ın the hunt

a lıturgy of the days


ı flee meanıng to see the gardens of voıd sıgned ın sıgns autonomy but fınd perdıtıon and gloam


ı plant wordseeds ın the dumpster of enslavement and semantıc zeros germınate wıldflowers of unknowıng catacheses of subıntegumental dısclosure