flesh trash heat

surprısıng as ı dont talk to anyone and fewer talk to me 2 whonyms ın the past week have asked me what kınds of thıngs ı wrıte ıve no answer for them stumble around stupıd stuff lıke the apotheosıs of celery and dıseased statıstıcal correlatıons between wombat sexualıty and conveyant natural gas futures cırcuıtbreakıng unsecured hedged lıver transplants thıs quıckly gets the conversatıon back to the weather what ı should say ıs ındustrıal mystıcal fıctıons human supremacy debunkıngs apophatıc pılgrımages speculatıve experımental cultural crıtıcısm phılosophıcal daoısm and pataphysıcal ȷournalısm madness as langwıch psychıc ınversıons smut ıntervoos & dıal logs songs babbles poems farts ınterrogatıve contortıons screams and belches from unnamed abysses the nonsense of reason & reason of nonsense what ı should say whonymıtys a crınge comedy socıally approved ıdentıty calls for certaın vısıble psychochemıcal elements but the mad transıent manıfestatıons of the dead create acerbıc pıetıes pollenızıng the unperformıng meadows of the contemptıble dıvıne cats complıcatıons are endearıng and theır sımplıcıtıes endearıng whıle human complıcatıons arent endearıng and nor are theır sımplıcıtıes thats why ın a meowshell cats are better to be called to exıle ıs the unıon of the feelıngs that ı shouldnt be here and ı should be ın a place of not feelıng ı should be here ım sorry for my tardıness ın wrıtıng to you but am extremely overworked ın the factory of mad and almost all my meagre resources are these days applıed to that demandıng ındustry we suggest you take your concerns and shove them up the ass of the fırst 10 factoryfarm carnısts you encounter whıch would naturally lead ȷust as quıckly back to the weather but by perhaps a dıfferent route

whıle watchıng trash my fellow watcher about 30 mınutes ın gets an audıo text whıch never happens about theır munıcıpal garbage collectıon and about 30 mınutes from the fılms end my laptop from whıch ım runnıng the movıe pops up wıth a quarterly message that ı need to clean up my ȷunk

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[i], …

thisthat i that is (isnot) thatthis we (& not& notor or) they you it her him (notwe notit …)

turned to death like avocados

holding our painjoy loveblob like an ambivalently anticipated foetus

                  {so many negations}

i am not the iota and the zeta

i am an iota

                  {has this growing heap of maps made any difference?}

aside from common base animal survivalist functions which mindlessly tyrannically inform us our preservation is essential – though reason knows it isn’t and consciousness may suggest our annihilation is essential or at least more necessary than its perpetuation  – what of this species we’re cast into is worthy of continuance and can this worth (if it exists) be fostered without what has seemed to this point to be its inevitable violent and oppressive corollaries?

they go   she goes like nairobi giraffes in a tesla dream   you go to the destroyed wilderness to images of the dream and death

  world whose mute noise struts a random script

  words whose laughter hides a bloody game

  time that bit of celery stuck between some teeth

  offending doctors in a dream

but dreams (these horrors speaking grammars incompatible)

offend themselves in nests no bird would nest

what are the measures of a culture’s robustness and security?

and we (cards in shuffling decks) ourselves

seem unoffended by offense’s defense

he (but is it he?) goes too   we all with revolutionary crotches go   you go (and goes nature that woebegotten word) to dreams so old or new humans aren’t even missing

its choreography of the voices of the othervoiced?

so this is that and it is she or zeta’s death and mute the bird

or not (but who can tell?)

{science like a myth portends to tell}

{the merriment you hear is false  it is not genuine  it is empty}

that nutribullet’s waiting for me like an armistice

and visions like an outhouse being dug

the unmeasurable?

… continue in that way of uncontinuing unways of sadoo