we the living dead mock the dead living we tell them we belong with the dead the dead make more sense to us the living are incomprehensible their grammars inane of course the dead living dont like this we are the dead living they say and as life must be superior to death youre insanely wrong but we the living dead know the very ancient codes maintain no such superiority and our mutual incomprehensibility and mockery and degradations are born from a false hierarchy thats been asserted and enforced by the whonym in its insecurity and now normalized in a society spread so thickly over the globe one cant see anymore the globe come to us and well come to you we say come to us and we wont come to you they say we they them us he it theirs she ey em eirs airs errs
im trying to reach existence through nonexistence
and the paths to achieve this
while not wholly erased are difficult to find
unmapped
irregularly tortuous
little at all and most of that unhelpful has been written about the accumulating effects of living a mad life on the fated mad part of the problem of course is that the mad innately are untaxonomizable and without access to systemization and generalization despite the categorical ruthlessness of the selfproclaimed sane we shall henceforth sometimes call these ones the spss or sepsas in attempting to do just that though all they do is taxonomize their own projections and psychoses so how then does one write when the task itself seems unwritable? well certainly we can write however incoherently about the attempt to write the unwritable which is what all writing is probably anyway
we the living dead the mad the nonexistent the erased
