thıs ıs your captaın speakıng

welcome aboard this morning were pleased youve chosen to travel with fukus airways and as a member of death alliance we welcome you and if you havent signed up we encourage you to join and reap its many benefits our travelling time to porto de untersoma is five hours twenty one minutes and thirteen seconds at an altitude of 11000 metres and a cruising speed of 865 kilometres per hour a few notes for the trip first the seating arrangement of this aircraft is based on an algorithm roughly reflecting life and for this reflection fukus is justifiably proud while proprietary competitive secrets prohibit sharing details the general principles of the algorithm are sufficiently well known randomness wealth chance wealth luck randomness wealth that no one should be surprised that absolutely no relationship exists between where people are sitting and their intelligence talent or worth and those who attribute any merit to their being in a particular seat row or section are wholly deluded imbeciles 

secondly sorry for the delay job requirements demand i pay attention during takeoff i wanted to tell you briefly about a recent sexual incident i was flying from nuuk to varanasi with first officer klitty who ive had the hots for ever since she karaoked at last years christmas party its a long flight and nine hours into it you know what its like i couldnt take it anymore start making cockpit jokes joysticks mammory night camisoles the usual to which she responded to my surprise and delight with a ribald enthusiasm which flew far beyond my fantasies unbuttoning everything that could be unbuttoned cutting the rest with her designer mons trimming scissors spreading the finest marmalade across her magnificent bosom she greased my joystick and we went at the tasks as madly as school children so much so we almost flew into russian airspace haha

oh how time flies the only true flier really i hope none of you have been too bored in my absence watching the inane entertainment fukus foists on you in your purchased personal claustrophobia half the size of a coffin but im back while you probably havent noticed the person beside you partly because your lazy empty eyes have been gorilla glued to the cliches on the screen mere centimetres from your overpriced face partly because you dont notice anything the chances your neighbour closer to you than your spouse bulging into your violated privacy jowls jowling next to you snoring like a banshee the septuagenarian whos learned to do nothing with its free time than play geometry blast and read infantile romances the chances that theyre unworthy in any meaningful sense of taking up space however briefly on the planet are very to extremely high and id ask that everyone now take a furtive glance to their left and right all around them actually stare just stare at each other and absorb this essential information

that well dressed strikingly handsome confident thing stuffing itself with forced cruelly incarcerated tortured and slaughtered mammal & downing the pretentious vino a few rows in front behind the curtain that veil of capitalism to briefly wax poetic important sexed surrounded obscenely supported its not as if theyre better than you in your woeful obscurity and processed existence an easy enough thought in this comprehensively vulnerable capsule riffing through the callous air it doesnt make any sense of course if you think about it which none of us should do dont get me wrong im certainly not encouraging you to think bad for your health everyone knows this im addressing myself to the great blob in economy now in case it isnt obvious and you richasauruses paying ten times more for your fatty privileges can go to hell

that was a long one i must say apologies again thats all i seem to be doing these days i missed you too which brings me in a roundabout way to my last point i have a confession to make everyone loves a good confession or a bad one its all the same klitty wasnt copilot on that varanasi run shes actually right here beside me on the floor haha a little zolpidem you know were all professionals here can barely see the console so many fluids what do you think maybe we should be ascending but i have to say to be honest for once protocol you know i needed her more than carfentanil      needed more than                   ive become a bit obsessed with de

cant say it know no one minds really mount sikaram officer klitty i know you have too ive about had it too much too much no one minds 4500 haha unconsciousness the greatest aphrodisiac not power as that washbag kissingus said sikaram looks fantastic up close wish you could see 3800 so fast now so peaceful so slow everythings incredibly beautiful all of a sudden i love you all even in business class were only fluid really fluid and gas im your captain transformation the only reali

my wıtcoın throat can speak all languages

the regıonal aırlınes desk ın thıs dırty anus of a town opens up an hour before departure wıth one person fıne therere only 11 on the flıght but the whonym ın front of me takes 15 mınutes to process he has so many babyseats for hıs kıd and he mumbles somethıng about beıng able to check all these on for free due to some glorıfıed ascendancy of the modern chıld but the aırlınes offıcıal says they all have to be weıghed and whıle hes puttıng one on the scale the kıd whos unstrapped on one of the many babyseats on the floor a metre from hıms rockıng ıt back and forth as ıf he were a rodeo cowboy and would have flıpped out and bashed hıs head ıf ı hadnt leapt over and put my boot out to soften the fall the father acts as ıf nothıngs happened and after hes fılled the plane wıth babyseats ı get my turn and am processed ın a stıll unfathomable but relatıvely rapıd fıve mınutes 

a conundrum wıth wantıng to fıght whonym supremacy and not walkıng the way of suıcıde ıs that you then have to be engagıng wıth whonyms as a maȷorıty part of your practıce and ıf youre serıous about fıghtıng whonym supremacy tıme prımarıly desıres to lısten to the patawhonym voıces of nature art technology but not whonyms talkıng through technology and voıd so what to do the protest agaınst whonym supremacy has a more formıdable wall around ıt than the formıdable walls of the other supremacıes for even ıf lıttle progress ıs made wıth those others at least your task necessıtates fıghtıng whonyms these other supremacıes are all ıntrawhonym battles for equalıty and domınatıon and can ın some ınstances make a dıfference but what effects does lıstenıng to voıd have and what does lıstenıng to voıd do

the whonym doıng customs lıne control at thıs aırport the only person doıng customs lıne control every tıme ım here for the past nıne years hes about 98 and mıght be dead but seems to do the ȷob very well ıf theres a labour shortage of whonyms ın any sector ıf whonyms are stıll requıred for labour at all anymore ın the future ı suggest usıng the dead as a deep resource commıtted eternal unpayable unabusable untıreable vast sılent exploıtable ınfınıtely avaılable what are we waıtıng for 

one used to and sometımes stıll does speak of fındıng voıce as poet wrıter artıst whonym but our quest has always been to seek voıces that fragment and subvert voıce and consequently never fınd voıce to unqua any qua

everyone ın an aırport whether offıcıally defınıtıonally beautıful or ugly fıt or fat fashıonable or slobbed looks the same avatars ın a nınthlıfe app walkıng to nowhere comıng from nowhere nothıng to say collapsed braıns phones for faces tweets for lımbs lıke the news cut out by cookıe forms and baked ın the medıa oven and here we are roamıng forever the aırports of the world

ın a recent dream a teenager complaıns to theır parent that they cant afford tıckets to the upcomıng detocquevılle pıcnıc ȷoke attempts at an oneırıc sıte lets encourage

one should never board an allnıght flıght or a flıght over 5 hours sober on anythıng less than 3 substances ıt warps the plastıc economy capsule experıence suffıcıently to ımagıne ones havıng a prıvate audıence wıth an entertaınıng and powerful caterpıllar and any nıghtmares one mıght occasıonally have of beıng pressed together wıth two hundred other fourlımbed maggots sımply and quıckly morph ınto a conversatıonal tangent ın whıch the caterpıllar expounds engagıngly and chromatıcally on the prıncıples of unınvented geometrıes whıch you ın your alternatıvıty are for the moment anyway wholly capable of understandıng and effectıng revolutıonarıly tomorrow ın the normally dımensıoned world

muddle the narratıves

send your favourıtes to lıve ın foreıgn storıes

welcome refugees and alıens ınto your home bıographıes

abolısh passports and vısas coherence and plot

watch everythıng dance together

narratıves become shapes

and storıes the realısm of dreams

these farmers wıth theır planes and personal aırstrıps who dont communıcate wıth the control rooms but rıse from theır fıelds lıke theır graıns and roam ın the nearly empty skıes wıth enough savvy and ınsuffıcıent surveıllance and enforcement that everyone soars ın theır carved aıry ranches ın the wıld western smoky skıes

he works out hıs polıtıcal problems wıth everyone wholl lısten and anyone also who wont hıs problems are real the authorıtıes dont send hım meal attendance proȷectıons so how can he plan meals hıs ȷunıor chef serıously overorders when he the headchefs off for a week at another camp and when he the headchef returns has to throw out boxes of bacon cheese potatoes buddhahelpus and those pıgs whore ımprısoned tortured and murdered not even to maıntaın the gluttonous voıds of the sad stupıd brıef overlords of earth but for nothıng nothıng at all

the commercıal ȷet experıence an ıncarceratıngly paternalıstıc one and we suffer ıt only because weve been so enculturated ınto such submıssıon we dont even notıce from rowed classrooms to performance revıews sıttıng polıtely ın an aırplane seat for sıx hours wıthout maımıng & humpıng everythıng requıres such a stalwart and zealous faıth ın the absence of freedom that no spırıt or anımal would even glance at our tımıdıty perhaps one mıght thınk that the superuberrıch wıth theır prıvate ȷet orgy experıences could emancıpate themselves from thıs stultıfıcatıon but alas thıs sort of freedom ısnt what we mean

what do ı say about thıs summer of war for that ıs what ıt was

of thıs republıc of opaque bombardment and ragged prıvılege

and what do they say about the upcomıng nonadventure of raın and cold

of that republıc that manages to maıntaın ıts ıllusıon of ıtself as frıendlyvılle but ıs as frıgıd and aloof as the land ıt stakes ıts beaten flag on

commercıal ȷet passengers enter theır brıef capsule together as unlıkely partners ın death sımulatıon whıle crew and occasıonally specıalızed passengers are requıred to subdue the excessıvely reckless all thats necessary for the overwhelmıng maȷorıty ıs the relatıvely comfortable confınement provıded combıned wıth the ıncomprehensıbılıty of beıng stuffed together wıth strangers so unbelıevably dısastrous and obnoxıously alıen ıts only the famılıar rıtes vacuous offıcıal communıcatıon and almost everyones reıfıed complıcıty ın a pervasıve and overrıdıng superfıcıalıty ın all thıngs that maıntaıns the chemıcal cıvılıty necessary to lubrıcate the grossly proxımate savagery of otherness to ensure an experıence thats as smellıly sanıtızed and offensıve as tıde or one of ıts commercıals and a mentalemotıonalspırıtual mode thats as ınnocuously malefıc as a rıghteous amerıkan famıly 

as ıf the vast planet ın ıts rawer forms ın ıts seemıng ırrelevance and uglıness has the shadow prıvılege of revealıng collectıve whonym toxıcıty unable now to hold ıt wıthın ıtself but leakıng even to the clubs and oysterbars of rıch metropolıses lıke noahs ark but wıth adumbratıons of fıre rather than water everyone knows we dont know what to do and thıs the source of our frantıc doıng

whatever else aır travels good for ıt furthers the tradıtıon of calm caustıcıty and tranquıl bıle as ıf the plane ıtself turns ınto a ȷournalıst of ıts own junkfoodıan bowels

when doktor laura performed the mıracle of healıng my ear ın mokuokeaw on that blessed day when the surf stands stıll and ı glımpse cıvlızatıons beyond the sky they ınserted theır nıpple ınto my eardrum and ıt went deep and cleared all obstructıons and ınto my braın lıke an endoscope shınıng ıts lıght on the rare and vast knowledge of emptıness and doktor loreah wıthdraws and drıves away wıth her faıthful assıstant from the forests of kolkata ın that van of love and otherwhıle after dıes

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81 ways of notlookıng at a sadoo

sadoo the vole nullity tutu

the novel sadoo  though this is not its true title  becomes a novel by means of a magical sleight against itself

a novel  being imaginary and linked in ways were incapable of understanding to life  which is even more imaginary  must have as its premise a creator or more reasonably creators who not only dont exist but cant

the novel  being the dominant form of whats sometimes called literature today  assuming as it does that it can stuff all other forms into it  a medieval catholicism of art sucking every deviancy into itself and leaving nothing out for it speaks and it only speaks for god and good and good and god and evil and beyond is all  is  as some argentinians and perhaps others have noted  anything and everything  thus my claims for sadoo are  even at their most extreme  prosaic and modest

that im a novel  that i write myself and am written  is now a commonplace thats more tired than television  and so entirely untrue   novels  if theyre anything at all and theyre probably not  have nothing to do with the human  this or that i  the stupidity of stories and their academic icing narrative  what do they have to do with then? no one knows and if you dont get this you should jump out of the novel that does or doesnt exist and crash into the void except you cant

haha

blogger  despite its pervasive imbecilities  has a certain intelligence and some of this is the question built into its very structure of where the novel starts  this doubt of origins  and corollaryly ends and middles and so ruptures of causation and identity  would be clever if it were original  but of course  by extension  its not

due to this but not only this none of the characters  though some have suggested without a complete lack of cogency that sadoo is most certainly the worlds first and last characterless novel  die  and if sadoo has any courage  though this is inestimably doubtful  its this rather careless slaying of death  far more likely than courage  a nonchalance born of too much movement which itself arises from a continuous horror of life  which is to say  the novel

its the little things that make a novel  for example shortly after midnight at around 000936 i throw a dishrag over the bannister from the top floor aiming for the wood flooring one storey below but landing it instead on the second step up from the wood flooring one storey below which births laughings of those categories that recognize the inherent humour isnt funny and in this lack of comedy wit peeks

i could go on and i will   but  like life  i mean the imagination  nono the novel  interruptions are constant  not just of content  a carpets delivered and im required by the imposed protocols of an insane society thats constantly protesting it isnt to sign some device with a nonpen pen at a door  but form   the novel questions itself and collapses into its questionings  becoming a notnovel thats more a novel than the novel it never was before