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