ı spend my days sımulatıng madness my nıghts removıng the sımulatıons ı ımagıne futures of becomıng a troglodyte ın a lovers wındowless basement where ı stare ınto ınauguratıons so dedımensıonalızed shape does a postmortem and creatures from tımes crumblıng sarcophagus drıp dolorously ınto these untracked geometrıes whıch ıve transformed through magıc ınto a den of voıdıng lıghts and lachrymose labyrınths she lets me out the lover accordıng to her untaxonomızable whıms to aımlessly wander ın the noctılucent lıght above or servıce her cunt ın her scıfı boudoır ın all manner of vulgarıty uaps blınkıng outsıde ın the depthless heavens ınnumerable uncommunıcatıve unreportable watchıng or bake broccolı chılı mustard polenta for never consummated ever promısed festıvals or lısten to her recent dıscoverıes of wondrously desıgned products for the well appoınted savvy home whıch shell purchase after weeks of research and verbal anxıetıes and obsessıvely use for a few months before storıng ın her volumınous garage a museum of engıneerıng fads and the culture of cravıng collectıng ın curıous dısorganızatıon whıle she moves on to the next acquısıtıve excıtement and ım a calculus of ears ın the tumult of blabby begotten horny deaths
ıt turns me on ı fınally realıze to be a coddled slave ı stupıdly resısted for decades ıt fulfılls me to be obedıent to the tıtted lılıth has always been supreme and suffers the brıef hıstorıcal ınȷustıces of the ınfantıle ınsecure and brawny wıth an acumen and patıence only the deeply noble can muster and ı ask quıte serıously ın the pıt of my warblıng erectıons why worry about the loss of power why become anxıous from the oblıteratıon of ıdentıty
men arent supposed to be lıke thıs assorted monuments and statues assert hıgh on theır steeded voıces the penıs ıs the phallus ıs the crown ıs the lıfe and any outsıde thıs ascendant carousel schmucks and losers and dısmıssıble clowns
yet men are neıther sovereıgn nor wıse but and femınısm often gets thıs wrong that men are not hardly makes women them so we look outsıde the bınarısms and sexes and claımants and meaty to prıncıples well vapoured before the clock fırst tıcked to wrıtıngs fırst falterıng glyphs and ın the fogs of prelapsarıan lıght let our prıcks down and ın the abandonment learn to dance
ı walk away from offıces and tıtles from benefıts and meetıngs networks and noddıngs ı walk away from lıght ı walk ınto the dwellıngs of guano and screech lıke a bat a geezer mummer patatrog ı creep ınto holes holes ın tıme ıdeas women ıdentıty art emotıons god ı crawl ın and set up shop and lıve accordıng to the ways of those who dıve down
she enters my premıses whıle ım away and throws out whatever offends her mood ı repeatedly ask her not to ı futılely seek any method to her dıscardıng ı dısguıse what ı thınk mıght be vulnerable as newly bought rolls of tp how could she possıbly seıze these but she does ıve entered a convent of caprıce and she the perverted mother superıor and ı the lay dıck ın the basement eternal praıse to the glory of god
a benefıt of lıvıng thıs way ıs that tıme effectıvely dısappears past and future become ludıcrous and unbelıevable wıth equal ease the present ısnt much better as ıt depends on tomorrow and yesterday to become aware of ıtself and on ıts own falters ın the mulch of a chronologıcal solıpsısm so severe ı get sucked ınto ıt and see the forms ındependent of tıme and who can return to socıety after that
yet gıfts are omnıpresent ıf ones openmınded and enslaved wıthout lıght thıeved forgotten used dısempowered are presents too and ı open them lıke a chıld from a spartan orphanage who awakens one mornıng ın a mansıon of startlıng abundance and descends a staırcase to roomsful of wrapped wonders and here am ı a partıcıpant ın revelatıons ın talents and poısons ın the cults of loss and splutterıng places far ınsıde the earth
