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ı enter madness for the trees

my penıs keeps on workıng lıke a recurrıng memory

dıssolutıons the new order

why do you why are you why have you why must you why arent you why wont you why why you

ı feel thıs physıcally ın my braın not my mınd

as ıf the very molecular structures ınsıde my head have unravelled and want to lıe endtoend but there ısnt room

ıt doesnt hurt lıke a headache

ıts as ıf the actıvıty ınsıdes so extreme and yet everythıngs stıll and ıts whether the ıts the stıllness the extremes the gap between who knows exhaustıng lıke a relatıonshıp

ı could trade thıs ın or at least ı cant now ım too dıscredıted to lıve ınsıde socıetys unravelıngs

you couldnt anyway theyre ıncompatıble exchanges

but ınstead for whatever reason and who needs reasons ıt lıves ınsıde me

as ıt may always do

and cıtızens as those who place theır bodıes ın the constructıons of proȷectıons

ın the conventıons of the appearances of the ımages of orders

to get away from the proxımıty of those unravellıngs

though one never gets away

to get away from the belıef ın the complıcıty ın those unravelıngs

from the knowledge that we are those unravellıngs and maybe lıttle else

ah cıtızens

rushın amaırıcon ısrealean chıllyan greasy botswoter ınδιαν abattoırıte corerrhean gamerıte techophılıan malaıser youregreyean

how ı love you lıke my hemorrhoıds

those others that are ın me but are out

ı love the trees cuz they fırst loved me 

ı see them undressıng me across the lıttle dıstances

ım a slut when ıt comes to nature

a console could never get an o yesyesyessıeyes out of me lıke that

ı throw myself ınto the mulch lıke an alıbı

dıg my gonads ınto the squelchy wyrms and wrıthe the songs they used to sıng before fıre devoured us

now fınally ım alıve

who needs duvets when you have the sky

ı cum ınto the roots and a leaf maybe somewhere dıes or sprouts

ı run away from your sanıtıes lıke tıme

ı throw my braın ınto the compost

ı dıssolve lıke la matcha

ım hollow lıke a dream

my heads strewn across the centurıes

ı treat myself lıke shallot scraps

ı walk through space lıke a fıddle of dıamonds

lıke a cow wıthout ıts knave

ıve found reason frıends

and ıts an avocado

81 name-sigils

81 names         81 sigils

in 9 rolling hyperspheres of gløm (aka clads)

sadoo diaper, having been pushed by the great and terrible energy koo-shqa away from its myriad consumptions to turn the antenna of its body toward a receiving of 81 names or incantations and to develop in the unfoldings of calloohar 81 accompanying sigils to invoke smoke of the esotatic, what is called by some magic, to bring forth the evil of the human from its closets and cast it into the collapse, turned

a few minimal principles are sufficiently visible in the initial haze to present now, along with a draft set of 81 names. the rest shall unfold according to whatever turns and returnings turn

a few minimal principles sufficiently visible –

• the 81 names are set apart (made holy) in 9 clads, 9 per clad
• the clads themselves remain to be named and are presently numbered, from 0 to 8 (which admittedly is a kind of name for numbers as has long been argued are first words). the antenna is turned
• the 81 names, as names be, are not eternal but shift according to the rhythms of calloohar (which for those not attuned to time is a necessary reconstitution of time from the rjg-jcc [roman-julian-gregorian-judeo-christian-capitalist] calendar to new relations of i and flow, interiority and the pluralities of space)
• while there is a hierarchy to the clads, there is also not a hierarchy : the hierarchy suggests that those names in clads in 0 and closer to 0 change less frequently and with less spontaneous whimsy than those in 8 and closer to 8. within a clad itself there is an order but no hierarchy
• it should be made as clear as clarity permits in its muddiness that many outside the 81 belong in the 81 and those inside are also outside. 81 continues to reveal itself as the number of the union of names and namelessness, words and numbers, inside and outside, clads and sigils, calloohar and the rjg-jcc, alice and the dappleton hookah, …

the 81 incantations in the 9 clads in the format                       0 1 2

                                                                                                            5 4 3

                                                                                                            6 7 8

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אַ שפּראַך איז אַ דיאַלעקט מיט אַן אַרמיי און פֿלאָט matroyshka tilda tilde nano sephirot gaia sheol dialevart log ogdoöogdoadicneahashtadashamawry r.toe moo- wyrd sphingosine sans wanderwörter wönderwǟrten areolae manasis	vaap de sistance roach 9 peaches zarifa ghafari maria polydamouri eyinfunjowo kasimaawoo faderera joooda aanuoluwakiishi mofeoluwa ododo kakistocracaticologist fwyle gastrostrofi is a clock a word?	blad curdimir speakoff iDust karkinikos j listid listafor poofessor gugel-huphendortz the rorrim! the rorroh! eurydice eudyptes euripides dysthymia ddj zoorück lorgnette goo-shee koo-shqa danog siffleux

time for a new time

it’s time  on apocalypse's cusp  after 2173 years of weary domination of the romanjuliangregorian calendar  all its attendant societalcultural horrors we euphemistically call civilization  these days with the sun and moon as irrelevant as horned combat helmets and everything lit up like gonads during froshweek  with 0 finally having wormed its way from the mudbottoms of the cesspools of fear into the most truthful formulae that rule society  with physicists and mystics equally confused about what time is whether it exists and if it does what shape or shapes it assumes even as we measure this thing we’re more ignorant of than ever with a thoroughly embarrassing precision  in the midst of a global confusion and genocide so vast we inanely cling to our phones as if they were rosaries  with the clock so molecularly integrated into our viscera we can’t stop talking and productivity though we don’t know what it means enshrined on the wasted altars of our littered souls like a vomitorium of gargoyles  for a new calendar

fortunately the unun (the deprivation of the UN through an anarchist disassembly under an onion patch somewhere in the fourth world) has shakily commissioned such a venture and this consortium of sadoos has seized it like a dissonance of ghouls exiled from unreliable deserts

while sadoos aren't known for agreeing (or disagreeing) on much other than asparagus4fungigarlicrisotto a draft set of principles has emerged (its methods veracity basis all possibly suspect though its implementability true and sound) for discussion purposes. now’s your unique chance to provide input to humanity’s next method of organizing days designed with reality – and much less – in mind

here’s your chance to be heard in new time. provide feedback to sadoo while they waft in stochastic deliberation 2001 metres past the eryanghuagoubanpodafengdong entrance of the shuanghedong system. bring absinthe acid psilocybin samichlaus ayahuasca hash mdma sextoys cubancigars coffee sprulpas mastabas podoms atziluts

1. all acknowledgement of  references or relations to  groundings in historic and traditional lunar and/or solar realities are to be strictly omitted : these cycles were relevant to an agrarian society in which humans as meat wandered earth and knew the skies as well as their wechuges but have become irrelevant and shameful in this era of perpetual light and technological orbit
2. with the human clearly now at the center of the universe and each human ego with similar clarity at the center of the human  the subjectivity of each i must be fully integrated with time’s tracking. a subcommittee's been struck to envision this integration and enact a proof of concept with early discussions suggesting a key input to the calendar being an amalgam of nine identity markers  some of these being themselves amalgamata … the specifications for this input alone are expected to be substantial and alliances to this end have been forged with certain task forces of the uniso
3. with each advance it becomes more obvious how ignorant humans are – this ignorance increasing in direct proportion to a matter's importance – including our increasing inability to have any idea what time is … so any calendar will build into itself our ignorance and not just this but it increasing
4. upon examination of the scores of calendars in past or present existence the tedious sameness of them all becomes readily apparent. while there are scattered minor exceptions (islam mayan dreamspell russian attic frenchrevolution bahá'í muisca javanese) the only exception of note is the pawukon which consequently informs our calendar to the extent of its brilliance. we strive for cycles that are endless unanchored unaccountable climaxless disaccumulating unconsumable  minimizing calendars that retain the primary structural clichés or only innovate in names (pataphysical nisga’a) using the latter for nomenclature play but not for structural inspiration
5. the new calendar should align itself with the complexity of our present lives  incorporating for example sufficient swathes of the world that it should on average take at least a day to figure out what the calendar for that day looks like
6. 0  so absent from previous representations of moving time  presents itself and those historic 1s through 9s (so stolidly dominant) begin to share with their oldyoung relative of consummate absence : womb of imaginative verve and dark deplosions
7. diversity and polypolarity  while largely virtuesignalling in society  become manifest and embodied in our calendar such that if there are weeks and days and/or other cycles of whatever names (for surely there are no months or years) there shall be hardly one of each but many. time comprises myriad ways and we fragments of time shall in our pathetically nanominiscule condition have at least an occasional sensation of an illusion of semblance of freedom in all our endless pervasive incarcerations
8. following from 7 and overlapping with it but sufficiently distinct to merit its own principle : the interplay of volition (order) chance (disorder) and fate (anaorder) will play this calendar’s play
9. each human shall be provided by its central government a visual polydimensional construction of the human’s new calendar at no cost to the individual unless it makes more than the equivalent of $100000 then it shall be forced to pay $10000 – a prototype of which is presently being developed – which shall be used as the game of calendar and in figuring out where time is (for we know now we don’t and can’t know what it is)
10. our calendar avoids social religious commercial administrative purposes  creating purposelessness as the capital of its geography … raising a core point that any viable calendar must just be space (see 9)
11. calendar now avoids calling out  whether for debt or just for calling (and hardly yelling). there's no settlement no books no register no collection no account no reckoning. it's less a kalend calō – any solemnity summon cry – than a callooh callay and so it may be named not calendar but calloohar  each unit therein a callayday or just a chortle or kahlua or a jab