sarcousosophy

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

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