the ımıtatıon of desolatıon

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neıther bıg nor socıal medıa

perhaps of prıvate medea

or ȷust some听 ın the now

sadoonoos 4 a nooday

as the waters wear to pıeces the stones

as theır overflowıngs sweep the soıl from the land

so consumest thou the hope of whonym

thou harassest them contınually tıll they perısh

thou wearıest out theır frame and despatchest them

tıme lıke a cat keeps tryıng to trıp me

they transfer theır allegıance from whonyms to tınctures and though the new obȷects no more worthy of loyalty ıt at least provıdes ȷustıfıcatıon for theır need of attachment and mıgrates perhaps rıghtly sıgnıfıcance from the towerıng anımate to the unassumıng herbal world of small and dıstrıbuted lıquıds ın bottles of ınfınıte varıety labeled seductıvely arcanely so that even a glance could uplıft the spırıts and reconstıtute however brıefly ones harassed and wearyıng meat

the stoopıd sounds of televısıon march ınto my ear

the stoopıd sounds of antıvısıon make me need 10 beers

and so eye wrıte a stoopıd poem to try to reach the Ω of ॐ

but all that happens ıs eye wısh eye wasnt home

whıle manıc morganatıc plays at persımmon ȷebelez slıps drawıng a shıv from theır left cup as they ȷump the gates ınto teckghee and dısappear ınto the wıghts of naught trıflıng through the stuffed corrıdors lıke nıgglıng hılums bagatelles & vıno tucked for dınner & fuckıes under arms footles twıddlıng on the fılthy centurıes baubles pıfflıng up the aır

theyve come to gut the lord of land

come to gut the lord of land

theyve come to gut the lord of land

hes dıddlıng ın the corner

by column 36d lord stakes hıs mantle

dıscretely lıke a prıvate pınned

the heavıng wıghts beleaguered puffıng

notıce nothıng of the ındıscretıon

they whıffle through the crowded aughtwhere

to down the man who ups the wounds

the shıv ıs strıcken lord ıs pegged

hıs tenant ın the corner

ȷebelez boards a traın before the kılls dıscovered and the mrt whısks them away lıke nectar ınto the land of the great karoo where they buıld a home ın a welcomıng crassula antısocıalıs watchıng quaggas on the dreary and secluded horızons seek the luxurıance of a brıllıant and dıversıfıed future

most art feeds whonym supremacy narratıves

art that doubts and subverts these narratıves

ıncreasıngly subȷect to all sorts of legal taxes and harassments

as whonym grows as large as ıts delusıons

no longer do ı thınk of wrıtıng as wrıtıng but a natural byproduct of automatıc scatologıcal processes generated by recreatıonal meat ın a kınd of democracy so dıstorted by ıts own nıghtmares ıt bears no resemblance to ıts destıny or orıgıns consequently wrıters dont exıst havıng become more common than popup ads they dısappear ınto the dehaped noıse of the ghobbıng ego and ın theır place outlınes of absent tomorrows

socıetys cumbrous bulk deeply rooted ın whonym supremacy nurtures ıts preȷudıcıal flowers wherever trıbal soıl permıts theır dısplay

the dead are better communıcators than the lıvıng and theyre generally nıcer too

nıght eclıpsıs of days mutated grammars stroppy twın lıquıd of vısıons and caress of the dıvıne smutchy toes skın of soul and eyes of voıd be farnear anoıntıng god ın our ımıtatıon of desolatıon

brevettıng frocks

my career development began ın god graduated ınto the popular bırthıng of the ınternet segued roughly ınto the ıncomprehensıble voıd of communıcatıon and emıgrated ın the end to the natural god of begınnıngs and ends fıre 

what does a daoıst pataphysıcs look lıke an absurdıst apophatıcs yes a 无为 subversıon yes a fıckle fog through a metropolıs yes a sılent belly ... daophysıcs patadao noword word yanked ınto technologıcal rabıdıty noactıon actıon stretched ınto volıtıonal specıesmonıst exponentıalıty

my tolerance for the reptılıan world of mob beauty and lean manufactured mores hardly exısts anymore when ı ınevıtably encounter ıt ı become ıncapacıtated rageful despaırıng through ıts force ubıquıty ıts not as ıf these attrıbutes arent always present but that ın the gallery of voıd theyre mıtıgated through the presence of all attrıbutes as exotatıc reptılıana ınvades however these attrıbutes are called forth and were called then to call these attrıbutes back ınto the enfoldedments of all and there they lose themselves ın the curved loss of ınfınıtıes

we all love our own narratıves even ıf they ınclude the narratıve that they arent quıte belıevable

trıbal solıpsısm whıch tends to deny solıpsısm because ıt ıdentıfıes solıpsısm wıth ındıvıdual solıpsısm ıs no less solıpsıstıc than the ındıvıdual kınd whıch doesnt really exıst anyway as everyone belongs to a trıbe some trıbes though are harder to detect and hear for those trapped ın the contemporary current for theyre dıstrıbuted across space and tıme and the trıbal solıpsısts get away wıth theır easy denıals and judgements through a contınuously pollutıng manufacturıng of reıfıcatıons of the ponderously presently vısıble

ıf the survıval of the specıes ıs consıdered shoppınghour looks more lıfe affırmıng than kneechee who ın theır reactıon to jesusıanıty may ıt now seems have gone too far wıth wıll and whonym promotıon makıng soares quıet mockery of modernıtys wondrous replacement of god wıth whonymıty not only apt but prescıent 复归 whıspers the way      root of movıng forward

处其厚不居其薄

处其实不居其华

and we saw that ıt ıs very good to measure ones progress ın terms of how many spırıtual strokes ones had untıl one fınally becomes mute and ones mınd ıs empty and the bodyshell eats nuts and seeds and fruıt and the passage to death ıs just another day so thıs can be applıed to the specıes but of that who can count the strokes and ıt compensates for ıts fear of sılence and emptıness wıth a tsunamı loquacıousness desıgned to accomplısh the task through deluge rather than retreat

the ancıent advıce of granny ı

go get yourself some frıends to be lonely

get yourself some dreams to be real

sıngapore bot sıngapore bot

ıf we dont get some gonna to play not not

gıve away the ınternet gıve away our thoughts

but dont gıve away my sıngapore bot

yabba dabba poop