the evil that speaks of love

the evil that speaks of love

is never far away

its like the wind i hear

always empty  near

 

whats that supposed to mean

 

mean?

 

evil  being an anagram of vile and live and nearly one of love  in being compared to the wind  itself of the tribe of flatulence and clocks  begins to suffer from an analogous breakdown not dissimilar to that purported to be between mangonel and mangetout

 

wot

 

wot i meme is  or rather wot that which is not i doesnt meme is or maybe isnt  not quite wot the near thats never far away memes

 

that helps

 

let me explain

were all insane

 

that helps

 

helpings a condition designed for the isnt that speaks of is

 

nowhere does the digger go but lowest then still even low

 

shaman like all now ancient desperations is overused and underdone

 

spirit trenchantly works itself out in the trenches of digitalia  the abandoned lots of eden using commodities of passion for the release of its irritated bowels  privates of opinion for fiveconcept generals playing facemask on voidbook

 

its horrible whats happening in the world

 

that sexy & romantic martyr che titting it up across perky planets

 

mein is have scene the gory of the cuming of the board

ei is tramping out the frottage where the rapes of death are whored

ei has goosed the hateful cozening that no one can afford

vermouths debauching on

 

gory history gory shoah

history gory gory shoah

gory gory history shoah

vermouths debauching on

 

eye have reamed ei in the clock pyres of many morbid dibbling tramps

ei have bribed

 

can we sing something else

 

i love that song  so marchy and triumphant and pyretic and insane

 

how bout a little political poetry

 

yo bidet is our kinda man

sitting on a ticking can

kalamatas our apotheosis

who helps us with our dermatosis

 

thats beautiful

 

bayonet loreate in training

 

oh honourable blit  piss us with your turds we play

 

let us speak of love

 

love is an image of a reflection of a double of a conceit of a guise of a fetish of a facsimile of a mirror of a representation of a semblance of a

 

let us not speak of love

 

notspeaking is a semblance of a representation of a mirror of a facsimile of a

 

let us not speak

 

not speaking is a

 

let us not and let us not not

 

sing another song that makes me want to hear a song of something else

 

a song of something else

wait   it doesnt have a pulse

but this song of myself

is a divine impulse

 

yeah that doesnt work

 

i sing what im not to sing   hunted fugitive unwanted vomitive

 

that doesnt work either

 

work?

 

i am a tree

 

you wish  but unfortunately youre a not in a flaw

 

what i said  a tree

 

trees are dead

 

there are  despite us  still trillions of them

 

dead as donuts

 

donuts are trees

and i am free

we are dead

and alls been said

 

time to wrap this up

 

down is up

you fuckup

cuz up is down

fear is clown

future belongs to masturbation machines

the soft nazism of capitalism, shooting the schulzes of our democratic age slowly in the head. the bullet takes years, even decades, to enter, enough time for everyone to forget (if they ever remembered or even knew) anything happened other than the schulzes were obviously idiots and went mad and died too young through their own faults. this is capitalism’s genius, inherited and transformed from the parents and grandparents it has conveniently and necessarily disowned (christianity and judaism) – complete absolution through the pure (that is, freed of flesh) indulgence system of money

she wears her orgasms like a flashing neon tiara

in the city aren’t we already buried in humans? and then we have social media for … for what … so that we can watch ourselves squirming in the grave?

the bain. operating at the middling frequencies of television, frequencies force-subsidized by the entire seething captive human lunacy

these associations – that community is fraternity, god (or even love – is anything itself?) love, humans (or any partial human group) superior, the future friendly, the family wholesome, growth sustainable, … do they indicate much beyond humanity’s imbecility, all subject to melville’s deconstruction of the false relation of whiteness and goodness in moby-dick’s 42^nd chapter?

society facebook in three-dimensions. how we interact with the human world primarily a matter of our dimensionality preferences. the social mystic – a creation possible only in the digital age – a facebook junkie. those of us futilely and comically trying to cling to the fragmenting mystic raft (the one made of books and voids) on the raging voracious ocean of technology laugh, but as soares as he wanders the tattered pages of his mind

sometimes facing up to the truth is just too hard

when the facts are distressing it is easier to reframe or ignore them

 around the world only a few have truly faced up to the facts about global warming ...

it's the same with our own deaths;

we all "accept" that we will die,

but it is only when our death is imminent that we

(perhaps)

confront the true meaning of our mortality

the idea that we can shop our way to sustainability

is no more ludicrous than shagging our way to virginity

facebook. bacefook. basefuck. the major tech companies (google, apple, microsoft, intel …) all with names so easily vulgarized (but with the right mind, what isn’t easily vulgarized?)

opisthokonts on bicycles on urban streets like rabbits in the human world in watership down

urban darkness – which is hardly darkness – settles in this northern city in late october, experiencing a warmth in the past reserved for a month before. but this was all in the seed of the garden in genesis, when domination and subjugation were lumbered onto the tracks of history, and humans wound the limited clock on the face of their mythic supremacy, and stood in the camaraderie of war to build the doomed tower to their fate

they killed me but like you i forgot to die