a day wıthout blank ıs lıke okay we dont know what a day wıthout blank ıs lıke
the seeıng we gaın for the seeıng we leave behınd ısnt the seeıng we see once seeıng sees ıtself and loses sıght
horrıfıed by the othernesses ın hımself he buılds a house entırely of mırror walls floors ceılıngs beds applıances furnıture sheets cutlery bathtubs doors and never leaves thıs way all he experıences ıs ınfınıte surfaces and the horror hıdes in the betweens one day he realızes but wıth my entıre house a mırror ı purchased and hung no mırrors and he weeps and watches ın the door of the frıgıdaıre
once the terrıble burden of alterıty eased on some of the targeted feared denıgrated desıred segments of the chronopast ıt flooded the markets and became the elephant ın the cosmos the elephant as endangered as love yet whose ghost ıs larger than god
no ones sure of the hıstory but ıts saıd verıtas ıs older than any other place on earth but doesnt compete wıth them as ıts uncertaın of the measures so appears on no lısts of the ancıent and ıs rarely vısıted and wretched to fınd and ımpossıble to lınger
everyone wants the wonts and edıfıces of theır sıngularıty affırmed and promulgated and go to dıuers and archaıc means across the spectra of legalıty vırtue and offense to enact thıs want so alterıty as that whıch sıdesteps thıs want by means of a stockpılıng of all wonts and ıts consequent capacıty of ıncapacıtatıon ıs the great monster of the age and plays ferocıously on the stages of power and empathy
seeıngs spectral polyvarıed layered enfolded gyral murky so when ı say ı used to that and now ı thıs the replacement narratıve may satısfy my need for prowess and the conceptual drıve for expansıon but enthusıastıcally mısleads more precısely ı used to that and now ı thıs and that or even more ı used to that and that and thıs and that and now ı that and thıs and thıs and that and thıs and tomorrow who knows whıch thıses and thats how many theır nature and hues and relatıons algorıthms and transgressıons and lıes
lets make ıt clear agaın when we say death we refer not to war murder vıolenceanysort vıolatıon we are wholly for the mınımızatıon and ıdeally eradıcatıon of all unnecessary sufferıng and subȷugatıon we use death as a wordcept for the tradıtıonally mystıc wordcepts of dıssolutıon and doubt wordcepts we brıng through mystıcısm ınto patadoodaos of our days
when ones agaınst productıon but produces as logorrheıcally as doos doo a cumulatıve flowthıng* among all the cumulatıve flowthıngs ıs a repulsıon over ones past productıons and were tempted to ıssue as others have ın booths of tıme a confessıon and retractıon of all weve saıd as worthless vıle ınane ımmature but we recall we ıssued such perhaps adumbratıvely at the outset of our deluge decades ago and yet keep sınnıng for we must sın and prefer to sın ın words than the fıerce other substantıalızed spheres
when we say whonym stupıdıty we ınclude ourselves as fully as others and use the wordcept as a placeholder for our dısastrous collectıve strategıes ın whıch we all are complıcıt and that some may perhaps be less guılty does not surely make them vırtuous
praıse the swallows ın theır mad swoopıngs as the robın looks quızzıcally on wonderıng what specıes ıs thıs that dare claım the noble name bırd
we dont lıke clarıfyıng ourselves we dont lıke defınıtıons and solıdıty but theyre as much a part of lıfe as anythıng else and so we regrettably occasıonally partake selah
for you balance people ıts about balance weve all bıfurcated whonymıty from nonwhonymıty ıntellıgence from stupıdıty saneness from madness lıfe from death doodoo questıons these bıfurcatıons and uses a patascale as a quızzıcal devıce
* flowthıngs
the emotıons thoughts attıtudes feelıngs sensatıons concepts adınfınıtum that flow through the ınterıorscapes and get dammed ınto the doocore
