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16.11.17

diaper dialogues x


i call myself what i am
not to become what i am

what would montaigne have thought of the internet?

mont anne would’ve interred the net

the net will inter us all

it has already entered

as it turns into us we turn into it

we turn into our turnings

return to our urns

technomycorrhizal convergence of the twain

nature’s hardy

something like something like progress?

progress is a set of assumptions

progress is the must in the should in the won’t in the can’t in the will in the woods

what does the internet think of montaigne?

everything. the internet thinks everything of everything

we are caught in the web of the grave

mont am thinks everything of everything

what’s the difference between mon tamtam and the interred net?

one’s smarter

that’s regress for you

the interiornet and exteriornet differ only in the realm of prefixes

everything is fixed before entering those spaces where interring enters

let’s fix that, let’s fix it with prefixes

i become what i see
not to be what i am

gender is a prefix. race, age, class, psychic config, species

prefix to what?

interthenet

enterthevoid

intertheenter

gender and those other things’ll fix it

let’s fix everything with everything

mont gong’ll fix it

the internet’ll fix it

science’ll fix it

god won’t fix it

we can’t fix it

musth kant willy woods

cant rhizome tygress frost

we’ve played this game before

on the floor, let’s play once more

i am not what i am
unbecomes our becoming
mind that sees mind
is an eye that’s not mine

6.11.17

diaper dialogues

                                  diaper dialogues
                                                                                    insomnia stories for adults
                                                 or     communication as it really happens
                                                         thinking as it really is
                                                   philosophy the way it can’t be taught
                                                                                                  words in the raw
                                                                                                                              or     chatting for the obscure
                                                                or     scatological sentience
                                                       votes for poop!
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