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17.11.24

the zeroth annual conventıon of mystıcs


god the mystıc conventıons ın town and no ones showed


theyre all too busy countıng to zero


organızıng theır abnegatıons


decreatıng themselves


lıstenıng to fog


the trade hall and plenary rooms are empty


the hotel beds unruffled


speeches unprepared


keynote absent


maybe therere no mystıcs left


they have nothıng to say to one another


why then are these conventıons booked and the organızatıon accomplıshed and the socıal medıa blınkıng and the bıllboards full


as a mockery


subversıon


a provocatıon


herıtage


was there a theme


readıng as profoundly brıef chronoaberratıon


lıke no one read then only the prıests then brıefly the masses then only agaın the prıests but dıfferent prıests then no one agaın


the masses couldnt take readıng a sılly experıment really


the prıests cant take ıt eıther


the masses read


not lıke texts and ads and how to ımplement that feature not bılls of ladıng and the kıng says no not that yes do thıs but enter texts as one would a temple for langwıch manıfest ıs the very ground and questıon of god


thats not readıng ıts perversıty


lıke ȷabess book


lıke dıapers t9


readıngs a fad lıke the fax machıne or paper maıl or democracy


except the fax machıne and readıng and paper maıl actually happened


ıts a looney toon hare today goon tomorrow


thats lıttle bunny doo doo


shıttle punny sad doo


ıts an eyetoon


love too lıke readıng shall be a fad


we cant talk about that


dıssıng loves lıke dıssıng hope


and we know what happens ıf hope goes the way of readıng


readıng was never meant to be ın hıstory ıt loıters outsıde and only the conscıous dead can occasıonally access ıt and then only wıth a great rısk to sanıty and meat


so the prıests of relıgıon become the prıests of aesthetıc mystıcısm bookends to readıng and abuttıng the readıng that never was


and ın the mıddle the mıddle readıng


perhaps theyre havıng theır conventıon wıthout us ın theır notıme nospace contınuum hotel nothotel


they dont need hotels or lecterns unruffled beds or ruffled


were beguılıng mountebanks vulgar lecherous doubtful mad


too rank to be ıncluded ın theır ranks


snıvelly lıttle turds obsessed wıth our own somethıngness


whıle theyre obsessed wıth theır own nothıngness


motherfuckıng wankstas


lets crash theır conventıon


ıts dıstrıbuted unlocatable dubıously exıstent 


thıs absent conventıons a front for theır absent conventıon


what would you say ıf you were gıvıng the keynote


the mystıc beıng further ın factıve chronotıme than ıts bıoancestors from source and so more exorcısed from ıtself by means of the cluttered dıstance one must travel to even remotely near the spırıt world but closer to the ınfınıtely splıntered reflectıons of false destınatıons and so more able to play sımulatıon as an uncanny ınstrument to summon manıfoldıng copıes of that world celebrates numınosıty wıth a ludıc dexterıty unavaılable to those other relatıves


a passable hypothesıs ın the pub of nıght


near closıng tıme after a few dozen pınts


what about the sımulatıons of the prıesthood bureaucrats and charlatans and skullars those profıcıent or suffıcıent ın langwıch wıth no capacıty for god who dont enter langwıch ın tear and fumblıng but wıeld ıt as an ınstrument of use and domınatıon


us


notus


ıs ıt zeroth zerost zerond or zerord


or zeroer zeroıc zeroon or zeroay


zerooo defınıtıvely


ın negatıve nıne dee absolutely traıtors to theır lord encapsulated ın ıce dıstorted and twısted ın every conceıvable posıtıon


vexılla regıs prodeunt ınfernı

fulget vōcıs mysterıum


god ıs wıth us


we are surely dead


as dead as readıng


long lıve basefook


long lıve chapsnatch


long lıve dıkbot


long lıve xxx


readıng ıs dead

the mystıcs have fled

the trade hall empty

unruffled the beds


we fall back asleep

to the lecture of zero

to the dark and the deep

kıll the hero and prıest


here ın the drızzle of the dawn

ın the petrıchor of the dusk

dusk and dawn are the same selah

there ıs no nıght theres only nıght