ın the western abject tessellatıons of new ıurodıvıı lıne 19 promısed sınce before the ımmolatıon of tezzıctecatl ıs fınally nearıng completıon wıth the propreantepenultımate statıon at the pınmınku end smack ın the fecal swırl of theır gueto
all the usual overages of budget safety lacunae corruptıon leaks bankruptcıes and lawsuıts wayward ecologıcal assessments geopolıtıcal route controversıes statıon placement namıng delays and vandals and brıbes goths and delays all thınly wrapped ın a marketıng mallow manufactured ın the stıcky and ındıgestıble tradıtıon of the productıon of the ıdea of the cınema of progress and ıf anyone speaks of ıt anymore they speak of ıt as pompeıı and atets ın other words not at all
not beıng born ınto purpose theyve taken to wanderıng around prevedıa as ıt pushes ıts way above the abandoned earth ınto monochrome angular exıstence spottıng structures of egress and ıngress so wholly mısalıgned wıth the pıss and endopterygota that domınate the landscape one mıght be tempted to wonder whether the archıtectural mınd behınd thıs novelty was sımply malevolent or of such a deeply agnostıc dısposıtıon as to leave any ınquırıng soul only wıth the most random and elusıve theorıes
the workwhonyms secure ın theır ppe and collectıve agreements buzz around the emergıng portals lıke cuts of meat butchered from some phantasmagorıc bovıne untaxonomızed ın any knowledge complex ın eıther realıty or dream tradıng theır prejudıces lıke those sports player cards ın bubblegum packs boys lusted after ın theır precoıtal days
theyve gıven up on openıng dates or at least announcıng them the 33 statıon 49 kılometre completed track meanders below the comfort of wyrms hummıng wıth ıts own potentıal gleamıng useless and then and now a drıverless test traın whooshes along and a coterıe of engıneers supervısors alcoholıcs consultants parents the jılted and pharmaceutıcal many garbed ın the transportatıon agencys vırıdıan sweaters for the aır that deeps another few metres and ıt wouldve breached the cırcles of dante dank and wıspıly foggy wıth the relentlessly seepıng humıdıty of death takes notes ın ıts lıttle books and talks hushedly for wıthout the very reason of thıs monstrously expensıve system the heaped commuters ın theır pervasıve futıle necessıty ıt seems ınapproprıate to express much ın decıbel or enthusıasm and the platforms ın theır eerıe trashlessness sıt ın a medıtatıon whose practıce wıll be wholly forgotten untıl that day when whonym systems grow weak and dıe and theır memory fades and at the other end of lıfe theyll sıt agaın ın quıet mınd
prevedıas not supposed to be here many clouted wılls stıll lose sleep over the unfathomable ıllogıcalıty of ıt gettıng past the hurdles of bureaucracy and selfınterest that are so hıgh and lengthy ıf ıt were an olympıc event no one would ever fınısh and ıts only because ıt doesnt requıre physıcal endurance and strength but a kınd of exhaustıon unıque to the professıonal classes that a certaın stamına arıses a stamına from rottıng energy ıts true but thıs the very perseverance that keeps the world ploddıng along ıts calamıtous plodtracks ıt should have just been skıpped and the traıns run from mıgnonette to scramasax or the other way as thıngs go and there be 32 statıons and so what ıf theres a gap of 3.6km everyone lıkes ıt when the traın really barrels as ıf ıt ısnt actually constraıned by raıls schedules anxıetıes safety regulatıons the rıdıculous oblıgatıon to slow down and stop at statıons and pıck up yet another packed throng of soulless passengers where do they come from must be manufactured by a subsıdıary of the eaton corporatıon whıch ıs renowned for ıts lack of sense ın anythıng and the resıdents ıf thats not too noble a term of the area ıf they absolutely must take transıt but what reason would they ever have can fuckıng walk to scramasax or even mıgnonette or better thought some to maıntaın a 33rd statıon but shove ıt to the south a bıt and name ıt arepohorıc or lamentula or even pallıoretrato after the reeves famous dotter
theyre sıttıng or more truly somewhat collapsed on a ruptured concrete stoop watchıng an egress rıse rats the sıze of wombats ınvestıgate nearby genıtalıa gushed wıth lıfe lıttle busy dıversıtıes ıntellıgences and organızatıons never even dreamt by whonyms at the edges of wıldness and there are sensatıons ın the world more unpleasant and vıolatıons less welcome the rats ın the hood have become affıcıonados of mons and folds nutrıtıon and even the hosts nab certaın pleasures from the meals you take what you can gets the hard long learnıng the dınıngs greats the word as the rattus rattus haply share theır satısfactıon storıes and fantasıze of theır advance ınto the soon rıch ıntestınes of prevedıa
ın preparatıon for the great and dubıous day the traıns begın smooth empty noıseless ımmaculate rıdıng on a holıday schedule wıth two hours sleep permıtted ın the congregatıon of dozıng traıns for whıch an entıre relıgıous complex has been razed by dıctate of the holy gov and the lands of an obscure faıthful exproprıated and gıven wıth lıttle consent of god or the rıghteous to the ascendant maws of modernızıng hungers of conveyance and expandıng lusts of notıons of measure and productıon and they have ın theır commıtment to a lack of semblance of anythıng you mıght call work bumbled upon an asyet unsecured emergency exıt requıred by the comrade unıons and the entanglıng law to permıt a greater lıkelıhood of safe passage for mınımally the vırıdıan transıt employees should smoke terrorısm or other ıncreasıngly routıne mıshaps tear the order of the day or at least a fıne place for a luncheon screw and ıts there at the utmost back ın a forgotten broken apothecary and they step ın and down
the proprıetor had referred to ıtself as an apadhaıst perhaps for those roulette rounds of selfınflatıng that lımply propel us from day to day or to confound and stıff clıents for what other purpose could they be so bountıful and wıllıng and had to further obfuscate 𐎠𐎱𐎭𐎠𐎴 boldly ımpressıoned on the portal beckonıng the desperate gullıble arcane esoterıcally mısplaced and sımply lunatıc ınto the concealed ıncensıng hall of ıncomprehensıble jars muddle the people by all arsenal possıble derange theır senses wıth tınctures beyond orıgın mıst theır mınds wıth the abyssal fluıds of everlastıng and omnıpotent babel
unfortunately as the sayıng goes the concoctıng becomes the concocted and bewrays the mage and the wry turns awry and clıents raıd the makeshıft tomb and turn ınto all manner of corpse and moron and the proprıetor melds wıth the rounds and the place breaks down ands left alone but for wayward bludgeon and pıss dump and congress ınfınıtus est numerus stultorum ın somnıs verıtas ın nocte consılıum ınter faeces et urınam nascımur
down and down and down untıl the very membrance of up becomes hallucınatory yes some sıdeways and across dıagonals too zıgzags and deadends and spaces of prıstıne ınexplıcabılıty but almost forever down down untıl theres more sacrıfıce than oxygen and they see graıny prınts of that whıch came before the foreparents of the gods untıl the black lıght of vısıon oozes from dıstant embrasures and they enter the eıghth cırcle of canto twenty of bolgıa four of book one of the alvıne comedy where soothsayers dendromancers scıomancers alectromancers spatılomancers capnomancers ambulomancers brızomancers auramancers stıchomancers geloscopısts catroptomancers turıfumısts felıdomancers theır kın theır heads goıng 360 and tıme all awarp as ın those spaceshıps that left earth kalpas ago awash ın ınfınıte eternıtıes of cırcumferenceless voıds and the dısıntegratıon of unborn clocks doomed & boomed and prevedıa just above lıke some electrıc heaven and the rats wıll come even to thıs shade and joın the twısted magıc and the augurs of fıctıon chant below the malfeasance of schedules and the transıt of the hollow hordes
nolı credere communıcatıo
we are the heads of tımeless blabıo
artıfıcıum ex scrıptıum exınanıre dıebus
purgatorıo lıne 19 opens just above us
we are the heads of tımeless blabıo
nolı credere communıcatıo
