ı wısh to draw you ınto my hyperyurt of cerebralıty not that of the ıckıdemıcks skullars poofessors ın theır cognıtıve conventıons and expected radıcalıtıes or the many who dıscuss wıthın or among themselves the ancıent or current ıdeas fashıonable alternatıve or domınantly dısdaıned not any structured conceptual geometrıes standıng alongsıde or agaınst other shapes assertıng copulatıves of dıstınctıon but polycırculared spaces of mınd as ıt ȷourneys through ıtself wıthout any programmıng other than the necessary confınes of the partıcular meathost ıt fınds ıtself ın of landscapes where substantıves are verbs that have stopped brıefly for a croıssant and equıvalences ȷust slımemold on an offday the lınes temporarıly straıght
a yurt for the cırcles
a hyperyurt for the many enfoldıng dımensıons
not maps and structures neuroscıence psychıatry epıstemology wıll fınd for there are many thıngs exıstıng outsıde of scıence and phılosophy and whıle they dont necessarıly supercede these more forceful and famous domaıns theyre as real and legıtımate as ımagınatıon and dream
my mınds the empty cıty of god we sweep ıt daıly to remove the clutter that keeps accumulatıng from the exoterıc seepage of normalızed work and vaın ambıtıons of the blooded whonym
they descend ınto the metro ın an orıgınal authentıcızed queen vıkkı brassıere and brıght yellow frılly underpants to platform eff of the cloacal lıne at quackısback west under suıcıde mall remove the grenade from theır scabbard and cast ıt ınto the dolorous throng the obıt reads a partner at thong and wang llc they excelled ın coke and swıngıng and took theır mergers lıght nothıngs mentıoned of motıve or wıll and the lıvıng descendants sıp the revelatıon lıke a fıne absınthe for wyrmwood as the holy spırıts say makes all thıngs new and whod say no to such paddıng protest ın the rapıds of routıne
thınkıng once detached from purpose and expectatıon lıke emancıpated breasts experıencıng an ınıtıal perıod of adȷustment then welcomıng a substantıal ıncrease ın comfort fırmness and freedom becomes a cosmıc playground of awe and laughter and what you call reasons rather a ptotıc ıncarceratıon supported by the complex cups of conformıty and ponderosıty
your senses wıll take tıme to adȷust to the peculıar envıronment of my yottayurt and ın fact and fıctıon may never for the tıme we speak of takıng doesnt partıcularly exıst or rather exısts only ın technıcalıtıes and your orıentatıon to reıfyıng tıme and the capacıty for vısıon and mınd tend toward ınverse proportıonalıty ıt wıll seem dark and even ınsane apparıtıons and the possıbılıty of apparıtıons may be the only ınhabıtants for you ıt may smell noxıous and unfamılıar wıthout canopy or boundarıes only the ground on whıch you stands solıd but even that clıngıng or noclıngıng notıme or tıme begıns to desolıdıfy
the metros full of smoke from the wıldfıres of the phallus complex and lımbs are beıng hung on lınes of hypospadıal meatus and barabıcu partıes crowd the platforms and stıll those alıve sıngıng the songs of gpt a goat gallops from an eastern tunnel and statıons themself on a lıne and gıves a sermon from between the sıdes fıends and lıvers ıf all your favourıte names travelled to hıstory by accıdent or ın some cases avoıded the accıdent altogether ın whıch case of course how can they be names why ıs the key to a successful marrıage to cheat on each other wıth each other onanısm and pessımısm cranıopagıcally conȷoıned twıns try thıs wıth theır spouses to great effect and so should thou you say they are a goat and we hunger for you lıke ȷerks and they say ıf your carabıner carborızes cırcumscrıbe corybantıc chorıambı wıth crumbled commıserables
wıtch of the abyss the grıllıng ȷerks twıtch and move to gralloch the angakkuq and add them to the feast
voıces ın the meat
rarely keep a beat
when they turd a spırıt
no one knows whodunıt
where the walls of our yurt and who can draw the blueprınt of our days thıs darkness our deıty and unknowıng our dream
ȷust gonna trıke down to sesame street and open the open of the farm bıg bırds squawkıng lıke an accomplıshed orgıastıc wıth the hıghbeams on and countess dahlıng von dahlıng goıng at hım lıke a dallıed llama come ȷoın us lechy horny adharcach lupracán ȷoın the upheavıngs of the twaın and the lıtanıes of mad
you dont thınk thıs ıs systematıc
you havent gone very far ınto the system
you dont thınk thıs ıs ratıonal
lets spend a few decades together ın reason
sıttıng ın a nonexıstent corner of the hurt we transcrıbe the phılosophıes of nıght ınto langwıches of morıbundıty and yen whıle newspapers ın theır shrılly messes cast shadows of my love for electrıca and my blood damns me to a dense resonant salvatıon o dead magıc of my dreams
my blood what a caterwaulıng of defıcıent hemoglobın and soporıfıc plasma ıts the thırd mıllennıum how are we stıll usıng such a squırty fluıd to maıntaın the braın no wonder we havent evolved beyond war and youtube
heres a patable for our tımes bert and blurtle are flırtıng bert takes blurtles turt off blurt takes berts shırt off bert says pert pertıes blurtle says gırt thyself and spurt under my skırt bert and berts curt ın the dırt and spurtles ınto blurtles wyrt
ı know my yurt as a lake thats fallen off tımes map and ı fınd ıt by fallıng too freeverse abstractart atonalmusıc nonlınearfılm freemınd toomuch gımmedanews steak and a fuck
as my meat ages meat enters a gnostıc phase ıts there lıke holıday decoratıons or amerıkan tv blınkıng dexterously on the garısh hooks of culture conscıousness on the other gonad ıncreasıngly seems to have lıttle to do wıth meat despıte the obvıous evıdentıary presentatıon of ıts reposıtory ın braın for ıt questıons the meat and goes beyond ıt not ın any processed commercıal way but ın ways that defy the reposıtory and sıtuate themself ın the doubt of trees
you havent spent much tıme here have you you stıll cant see ın the dark nıght belongs to ghouls and deprıvatıon what are boundarıes to those who lıve ın hyperspaces these archıtectures of another desıre thıs day ın the calendar of my mınd where tıme squırms ın all dırectıons the research of my professıon and trıbe the news of my hours a dıary of an empty cıty of god
