the livingdead the deadliving

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

 

 

sketchbook for a new genealogy of genealogy

oozery ovelry enealogy inary

or   how to count in sadoo

 

the importantest thing to know about novel is that it lives in a boozery  which is a joint manufacturing complex of a distillery winery brewery absinthery and hallucinatorium  it doesnt have just two parents  how hideously singular!  one female one male  how wretchedly binary!  but so many parents of so many sexes and genders the alphabet quickly gets exhausted and someone has to run to the nearest spiritoaesthetic convenience store to get more letters and even then therere never enough  

 

most genealogical charts are linear monsters  culminating in whatever ı is ıing according to ı thinking it must keep getting ıd to further ı

 

but mine  but its not mine  my  notmy  genealogy  neither culminates nor is decided about any ıing   its too busy running back and forth to the nearest spiritoaesthetic convenience store hoping against hope therell be novel letters

 

the principles of genealogy as its been practiced  like every discipline of the colonial lands  either of the old unwrapping colonial lands or the new wrapping colonial lands  require reconstituting rerooting resciencing regeometrizing   for blood and linearity  legality and binarism  solidity and nymaphilia  dominate the current and who of the imaginations draw would allow itself to be set in those prisons when alternatives  while hardly encouraged or even acknowledged as legitimate by most whonyms  still mired as they are on powers assembly lines  present themselves in murky morphings by the light of vivid night

 

how ones formed   but not one but many

how one wants dreams to be formed

 

not simply in the small circumscriptions of society

but the circumferenceless polylogs of possibility

 

a focus on two parents  male & female

what a reduction of time  an apotheosis of the binary

 

so as everything talks everything births ı and flows from ı

ı not as unitary or sole source or product

but as a node among seemingly infinite nodes

and an ı embedded in all ıs as they in ı

 

a brief application of nymhematology

·             genealogy after all is just la egg ye no and gag el en yo and ya gel gone and nay glee go and gang eye lo and ale egg yon and a leggy eon and agony glee and thats pretty good

·             its the study reason logos of genıes and dȷınns

·             but dȷınns are unreason   the reason of unreason

·             not my genes but my jeans  the jeans   not the jeans but the pants  and the pants the undressing and the undressing the genes and the genes the dȷınns

 

a brief application of etymology

·             genealogys a descent and when you fall far enough into your genes the genes are far away

·             just a whonym learning how to fall

·             genealogys a birth begetting    gene-   born race kind origin genius embryo chıld tribe

·             to engage is genealogy is to engender cosmogony   theories of creation

·             my blood tree is the cosmos   worlds of kosmein

·             which makeup do ı want to wear?

·             folctalu  folktale  study of the famılıes of trees

·             genealogys tree geometry   not any square and angle look or shape

 

my mothers emptıness

my father stıllness

the myriad all rise together

and we watch their return

the teeming all return to their separate roots

 

whatre the roles of death and time in genealogy?

can one of my legal descendants

one in standard cognitive processes whos forever unknown to ı

be one of my forebears?

 

some approaches to regenealogizing genealogy

draw shapes in which ı may or may not appear and if it does anywhere in any number of multitudes according to any one or more of the below reımagınıngs   include linear blood if you wish but if you do feel free to incorporate anyhow and anywhere and anymorphed   add more reımagınıngs and include as required for continual reshapings

 

·             physically known significant or insignifcant whonyms in life

·             fictional characters

·             whonyms from past never known

o   if ı say hari megaloth am ı not including a conglomeration   we need a name for this

·             imagined whonyms from present future

 

but if our training for the above limited our training for the following nearly nonexistent

 

·             nonwhonym animals                          across time           fictions

·             nonwhonym living creatures artifacts  works  oeuvres

·             dreams & vısıons

·             concepts sensations feelings memories

·             foods meals dumps coituses fondlings falls

·             faılures ınterstıces apertures noumena

·             events spaces geometries

·             the populations of ınterıorıty

·             technologies and powers

·             crises traumas betrayals humiliations joys ecstasies confusions relaxations

 

can ı stitchhook a genealogy from the polyvoiced plasmacity of my legal relatives rand the foraged and picked from the forests and oceans of the cosmos and would this craft be anything ı could walk on or hang? how would society accept it as a lineage carpet art question  alongside or even superseding the traditional                                    the linedominated blood charts

 

a genealogy morphs  polydynamicizes  rolls turns returns enfolds frees

de nerval  the lobster guy  did some preliminary work in these areas  lets follow

 

 

just as covids renamed ōvid so novel renames itself ōvel  weve never liked ns anyway  and this way ōvels related to shovel grovel & hovel who are fine or finer characters than novel and also in ōvel and ōvel in them   this leads us to our advocacy of etting id of all irst onsonants as ey eem ighly uperfluous  ånd ãs ęvë â øńdñėšš ôr ìäçrįtïćś ēt ûš ādd ėm évèrÿwhērē

 

ỗḫ õv̇êł μɏ øṿėł

 

novel yaga

novel fails completely and always fails   it must fail as it can neither enter life nor escape language and thus lives in death without having the capacity for mysticism   novels the aborted incarnation of failure and this our gross fascination with it and why all noveloos are drunks and hobos  even the ones whose noveldopper is attributed with success in life  whose gängernovel walks away from novel into life and dilettantes are deceived by shadows and heap prizes upon them and laud their realism  aiding us in feeling fleetingly the shadows of our lives  but novel still remains in failure trapped  and noveloos in dusky corners of dilapidations giggling haphazardly at meaning fragments that skitter through the floors swill  absinthe in their veins and mares in their marrow  words in zero mass and volume terrorize the empty infinity of their putrescent brains and the vomit of their desolation spews and in their rare lucidities they organize the smelly lumps and voila novel and sometimes a doublewalker sallies forth and steals into the world and a star or yaga or festival or noveloid is born

unreader whats the most commonly occurring element on earth?

noveloo booze

unreader the pun

dopper oxycodone

unreader the puns the most common element as it comprises not only oxygen and booze but all words

novels desperate all the time  desperate because it cant get into life  desperate because it cant get into death  desperate because its noveloos passed out  desperate because it doesnt know anything but talks constantly   desperate because it fails and has always failed and keeps on failing and must fail and will always fail   desperate because desperate and novel must be anagrams or homonyms in some language   desperate because its däppelgonger gets all the attention and authenticity means nothing and so does anything

gänger the oceans looking more attractive everyday as a single bed  in incidental exchange for all the sea creatures ive tangentially killed by being whonym id like to provide at least one wholesome meal to a young cachalot

unnoveloo youre not wholesome

unnovelöo its more wholesome than you though thats not saying much

deunreader id like to buy an umlaut please  or if thats not possible a tréma

dėspērâtìón i know a good diacritics store on rûę dé là õåïūė

dedäpper dovelnopper a year ago or wherever it was in the wreckage of time ey were in yndy^ah a child of ganga glides by on flowers of poverty saying  exile without exile  slavery without slavery  impoverishment without impoverishment  love without love  madness without madness   whonyms  talkfiends and imagos of distant seas  drunk on mirrors   the mad  creative in their arrays and formats  reseeding of wild gardens  off the pages

ganga the divine comedy isnt funny or divine

gängaroo since when has anything been named according to its nature since nature did the naming?

alltogethernow

round & round the racetrack goes the little fear

one schlep two schlep youre not really here

wëëdër whats beautiful about this conversation is the coexistence of the pure expression of our real selves and a complete lack of any common understanding

wiglet society gaslights us under the name of order and virtue and after a few decades of this i can only hide and wait interminably for death dribbling stale mumbles while clacking at the wit that isnt there

granny ı whered dëūnrêådėrdøõ go?

dễṳnrɇɐdệrdớꝍ its annihilating into the vat of communication

yndy_ah let us pray

monster

dear dear

bungle our bingles

even as we bangle the bungles that bengle us

sometimes you arent our dear

and we are the gory

temptations in the refrigerator

forever and ever

hell is why we came

flings bums cums

we like lead and power

give us more we pray

and veils too  we like them

amen

granny ey have to piss

evry1 wet your dirty gonads on my face

god amin hymen thamyn eman daemon tutankhamun

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