this is novel
you wake up one day and think im tired of everybody owning me and telling me what to do and having my potential curtailed by the system so you run away and the freedom feels like coitus and after 10 or 20 years youve finally realized after countless humiliations and pains that all youve done is shift your allegiance from one energy to another from one that pays well to one that doesnt from one that feeds your ego to one that doesnt from one where travel lovers opportunities are endlessly available to one where everyone shuns you and you wake up again one day and think again all ive done is changed bosses and you either think youre an ass if you actually respect your former boss more now either from nostalgia or suffering essentially youre broken and probably are suiciding in any of the 1000001 ways to suıcıde at whatever speed or you think a bunch of other things which you attempt to transmute into something else more interesting than the thoughts and this attempt is an example of why you ran away in the first place though there is no first place
that isnt novel
im only alıve in novel you say you say though novels all there is and everything is novel so then arent you alive everywhere even in death? yes perceptive unreader this is very true but theres novel and then theres novel in and behind novel its novels all the way down so only in novel am i alive and yet in the novelhead im always alive but you say you say though its bottomlessnesses all the way down yes unperceptive deunreader this is very true and they both are true for novels and bottomlessnesses are the same but dıverge ın name as they ıssue forth beıng the same they are called darkness darkness upon darkness the gateway of the manıfold secrets
plagiarism excursion
the skullarly team of skullars sentence sadoo and all its subsidiaries and cohorts to zero and zeros forever and ever without recourse or appeal and we meet with you and your mother though your mothers dead and the dead too can weep and we write many many zeroes and we say no no and we force the straightjacket of citationality on you and zeroness upon zeroness the fateway of the assifold egress
there are those who are eternally sad because they have the fault of loving life too much and they long to enter the commons but cannot because to enter would for them mean betraying the commons they are the people who encounter the commons by restraining themselves from entering and they are the ones we call noveloos they long to speak the language of the commons but the language required for their restraint consumes them and its this latter language thats novel and why they cannot accept the common designations and often go mad
let us move into the space of reason
the reason of novel
which is no reason
let us move into the space of reason that is no reason that is novel
yes
let us measure the movement
but how shall we measure the movement when there is no reason
let us use the other measure
ah the one given us by the faceless one who visited on the nameless day in the space thats never found its way onto any map
yes
but that measure has no measure
exactly the sort of measure required to measure what weve arcked
unmeasure for unmeasure thats the exhaustion
novel to be novel doesnt have to be literary but it has to above all else be spırıtual for literature is a construct of society and particular dominant aspects of society at that and so solid but spırıt is sımply a bıologıcal function rooted breath raised to the heavens breath made word and word made novel and so gaseous & very gassy
novels best if like virtue it doesnt know itself if it doesnt even think it exists but its here youll say but look at you novels knowledge of itselfs everywhere and you call it novel well i call it antinovel but is ıt and do ı? what youre calling knowledge is doubt and ı call nothing but novel calls ı and what ıt calls ı ıs a question of the name
