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dıapers dead  you can see some obıts on patadao  we were going to send you all to patadao but there are none of you to send  dıapers tıred  tıred of everythıng  dıapers tıred of dıaper  of life death the ınbetweens the escapes retreats money language   we were gonna shut up but shutting up means suiciding cuz whonyms if theyre meant to do anything theyre meant to blab and though ıve only got my own ears to listen to my stupidity at least the internets there to project them on and that makes it seem however delusional  that my ears are somehow out there  arent just here ridiculously on my head   its all about the discomforting illusions   plus ı hate thıs name   sadoos not bad but the secular sadoos embarrassing  ı should change it  ı should make it look pretty and harass whonyms to click at it and package it and market it and do all those religious rites ones supposed to do in capitalism  but ım too lazy and dead and unfaithful and disbelieving   dead and talking   best combo ever

 

go to patadao  do not pass sadoo  lose all your money  lose everythıng   nilopolys the only tame in gown

 

ı spove loonerısms   femme folle à la messe et femme molle à la fesse   but ı like barrowskys metter   is it bustomary to ciss the kride? were just calking tutleryisms   thats why secular sadoos stupid  you mant carrowsky it

 

dıaper deads way better than any other kind of dıaper  poop ıt up in hades baby  shades are where ıts at      were all dombıedoombıes and walk the wraıth to shangrıdoo

 

my only question really is if ı go clinically nuts  ım nuts now but they havent caught me and when they catch me ıll be clinical  and the ability to blabify turns to blobify  well whats that about  cant avoid suiciding by blabarissimo and cant suicide cuz ım clinical   thiss what the catholics mean by purgatory

 

great concept purgatory   le gaffe got that wıt down and ıve got down bırthing purgatory so good ıd say the catholics dont need ıt anymore  ıve got enough purgatory for everybody

 

ı can only write on drugs  fernandos right  if you need a lıtre of absınthe every day to wrıte do the absınthe  the health and wellness and longevity whonyms are ridiculous with all their neochristian bullshıt about healing and empathy  fine if youre middle class or taylor tool  if you got the security down or buy into getting the security down   ı speak from the imagination that youve never imagined  from the folklore in the buried mulch of stinking bogs  an ısolation that never leaves ısolation and the voices of democracy like orcs  ım a ghost cv and the fat tellers and their donuts make more sense than all the bidets and airesses of the hoping hopping echelons

 

covıda

great goddess of the nature we deny

bestow on us we prey each nıght

and all ıt is is nıght

dreams of ınsıgnıfıcance and wıghts

meres & mares & succubı & lıght

syncategorematic : an opsecro hercle habent quas gallinae manus

we’re all in the cosmic kitchen together cooking energy pancakes

when teleology is finally annihilated – this most difficult death – will ends finally have ended?

the spirit energies i can take. it’s the human energies

                  but human energies are just spirit energies particularly configured

but it’s the dominance of these particularities that offend me – their preponderance over the multiplicities of voices

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eso esoteros esotatos

esoteric esotatic

esotericism esotaticism

within – more within – most within

they’re the kind of people i’d like to be if i were those kind of people

s(t)imulate me

woe to humans for you shall be replaced by machines and shall lose your humanity

woe to consumers for youve sucked the earth almost dry

woe to advertisers for youve made an art of deception and manipulation and are cursed to wander as cynics in a herd of dupes

woe to movers and shakers for youve moved to outer space making aliens of yourselves and have shaken the peasants from their slumber endangering your material foundations to which they tend

woe to environmentalists for you love wild animals that wouldnt hesitate to eat you for breakfast

woe to americans for your time has nearly come to join the legions of peasants in other lands whom youve squeezed and exploited since the end of the second world war

and woe to antiamericans for your sanctimonious rage betrays the ugly american within you

woe to liberals for theres no longer faith in your wornout myths and youve become scholastics idling until the next renaissance

woe to conservatives for your talk of oldfashioned utopia is a smokescreen for a return to the primitive state wherein the dominators succumb to the temptations of godhood are swiftly corrupted by their power and drag their slaves down with them

woe to you professional philosophers for your title is an oxymoron  a lover of knowledge must cower in angst rather than adjust to the horrors of nature to make of philosophy an academic field of study for charlatans pseudoscientists and bored young transients in colleges that have turned into mere businesses

woe to the gods for theyve failed to grace us with their existence

woe to monotheists for you have poor taste in fiction

woe to optimists for you dishonour the multitudes that have fallen

woe to pessimists for you waste your life in grief

woe to hollywood for your creativity is as bankrupt as that of the chinese market you seek to plunder with remakes and superheroic trivialities which market is a giant ravenous copying machine

woe to the computer for digitization drains the value from that which is encoded and the internet and the smartphone erase the humanity from their addicted users

woe to pornography for it proves that sex is a ridiculous spectacle

woe to sex for its pleasures must be kept secret to preserve the sophisticates illusion of superiority

woe to the large for it is comprised of myriad small things and is at their mercy

woe to the small for it is confined within the behemoth and is blind to the latters grandeur

woe unto the earth for once it has killed off the wise apes there shall be none to cry foul at its monstrosity

and woe to dabblers in prophecy who pilfer the language of the fictional jesus which has become a cliché