her● changcraft lovedoo channels from a superluminary called deth an energy fragment freed from the earthly obsession with sanity who wants sadoo renamed the deth materials and sadoo says thanks deth sadoo accepts all names
and deth says
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create a secret organization animals and machines for fiction a society that supports novels against storytelling that performs terrorist acts against realism that liberates us from stories to take us places of collapsed stories that abducts moral merchandise and hates the charivari of storytelling experts and psychologists
drunk is the city and the vidange of my secrecy enters my impatience and in the fetid spirit closet the wisdom of the membership sit and between their unclean thighs utterances splatter into the foul novel of mind
find not the right word for the right situation but the right madness for the right vision
the image comes and in it words are tucked like love notes in school snacks
eat carefully so as not to destroy the words
novels are boring confining fascistic as you cant move around in them as you wish you must follow the trail is set oneway for you recreate instead the ecstatic dance of words in their natural home of void blithely irregular and free infinite powerful poetic imprecise fresh individual clear and indefinite simple and unfamiliar modern and archaic true and ugly with little distinction between writing and speaking word and thing warding off the surrounding forces of a hostile world and the rank of rank
novel would run for president except it has no evidence it knows what its talking about
you think youre sophisticated because your technical production languages are sufficiently advanced to do such things as apply liquidphase electron microscopy to everyday and theoretical problems but youre so primitive you dont even have an alphabet of the soul no logograms no speech you moan and belch
seek instead for alphabets and ideograms of soul and call them novel
the deth materials
decreating a life worth dreaming
making it happen is easy
dreaming is hard
a novel for the whonym searching for two things
creative death
a life of insanity desolation bankruptcy
