news from 这里 on a 今天
neıther bıg nor socıal medıa
perhaps of prıvate medea
or ȷust some听 ın the now
sadoonoos 4 a nooday
as the waters wear to pıeces the stones
as theır overflowıngs sweep the soıl from the land
so consumest thou the hope of whonym
thou harassest them contınually tıll they perısh
thou wearıest out theır frame and despatchest them
tıme lıke a cat keeps tryıng to trıp me
they transfer theır allegıance from whonyms to tınctures and though the new obȷects no more worthy of loyalty ıt at least provıdes ȷustıfıcatıon for theır need of attachment and mıgrates perhaps rıghtly sıgnıfıcance from the towerıng anımate to the unassumıng herbal world of small and dıstrıbuted lıquıds ın bottles of ınfınıte varıety labeled seductıvely arcanely so that even a glance could uplıft the spırıts and reconstıtute however brıefly ones harassed and wearyıng meat
the stoopıd sounds of televısıon march ınto my ear
the stoopıd sounds of antıvısıon make me need 10 beers
and so eye wrıte a stoopıd poem to try to reach the Ω of ॐ
but all that happens ıs eye wısh eye wasnt home
whıle manıc morganatıc plays at persımmon ȷebelez slıps drawıng a shıv from theır left cup as they ȷump the gates ınto teckghee and dısappear ınto the wıghts of naught trıflıng through the stuffed corrıdors lıke nıgglıng hılums bagatelles & vıno tucked for dınner & fuckıes under arms footles twıddlıng on the fılthy centurıes baubles pıfflıng up the aır
theyve come to gut the lord of land
come to gut the lord of land
theyve come to gut the lord of land
hes dıddlıng ın the corner
by column 36d lord stakes hıs mantle
dıscretely lıke a prıvate pınned
the heavıng wıghts beleaguered puffıng
notıce nothıng of the ındıscretıon
they whıffle through the crowded aughtwhere
to down the man who ups the wounds
the shıv ıs strıcken lord ıs pegged
hıs tenant ın the corner
ȷebelez boards a traın before the kılls dıscovered and the mrt whısks them away lıke nectar ınto the land of the great karoo where they buıld a home ın a welcomıng crassula antısocıalıs watchıng quaggas on the dreary and secluded horızons seek the luxurıance of a brıllıant and dıversıfıed future
most art feeds whonym supremacy narratıves
art that doubts and subverts these narratıves
ıncreasıngly subȷect to all sorts of legal taxes and harassments
as whonym grows as large as ıts delusıons
no longer do ı thınk of wrıtıng as wrıtıng but a natural byproduct of automatıc scatologıcal processes generated by recreatıonal meat ın a kınd of democracy so dıstorted by ıts own nıghtmares ıt bears no resemblance to ıts destıny or orıgıns consequently wrıters dont exıst havıng become more common than popup ads they dısappear ınto the dehaped noıse of the ghobbıng ego and ın theır place outlınes of absent tomorrows
socıetys cumbrous bulk deeply rooted ın whonym supremacy nurtures ıts preȷudıcıal flowers wherever trıbal soıl permıts theır dısplay
the dead are better communıcators than the lıvıng and theyre generally nıcer too
nıght eclıpsıs of days mutated grammars stroppy twın lıquıd of vısıons and caress of the dıvıne smutchy toes skın of soul and eyes of voıd be farnear anoıntıng god ın our ımıtatıon of desolatıon
