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dear terocalpa
here you are representing
the dead and powerful and here i am or something is representing or
depresenting the living and patapowered and i thought i’d take this opportunity
(for what else do we call it?) to write you
yesterday you texted me
when i was looking for coconut oil in a confused and droopy supermarket – an exercise
that was strangely doomed as all i found was a mute argentinian amid shoppers
so thick i felt i was navigating a dense forest of moving trees in a chromatic and
replete sheol – and i was too immersed in thinking that mysticism has always been godless mysticism – it’s just the
mystics in a goded dominant culture had to – to varying degrees – encode the
godlessness in god (or rather a false godlessness) and the reduction of this
apparent necessity without (perhaps naturally) any seeming reduction in the
mystical orientation and possibly even an increase due to factors requisite and
maybe calamitous has led or is leading to a state (or rather flow) of a remanufactured
mysticism often (perhaps quite appropriately) called by other names many of
which we’re clueless of to respond
you texted art’s the only true religion as
it’s the only one not stupid enough to attempt to agree with itself and who am
i to disagree?
you texted compensation has many faces and i prefer to get compensation through void that way you’re always getting
compensated
you texted humans are destroying their
home and as many others as possible and so themselves through a spiritual
defect they’re so committed to they can’t acknowledge it
you texted i never want to work but want
language to work in my place
you texted a little story about while and gall
in the resistance
you texted news of eightyone shades of shade
and a composting so intricate and vast even the most accomplished gardener merges with it
you texted of the hallucinations that reality
conjures and their holographic embeddedity in reality
you texted of doubt and desolation and beauty
and nonchalance
you texted of running away to find freedom and
only finding new forms of slavery and this not negating the moving not because
moving's wisdom but because moving’s moving
and no wonder i didn’t find the coconut oil or respond and the argentinian was mute and you’re dead and presents with
or without prefixes still live
