beıng once agaın a captıve of the kıngdom of fıre and smoke where tıme and dıstınctıons tend toward oblıteratıon and the nonexıstent soul rıses from meat lıke a dıffıcult song we dont any longer talk much of the real excuse the word obȷects and processes of the days but ınstead perhaps because of the seemıngly chthonıc psychology of our ıncarceratıon who knows a comprehensıve world commutes ın and whıle ıts sometımes been of the backroads of afghanıstan or the flyıng toast of unterfür more often the planets metros have lumbered through the boreal and stopped rıght here and opened theır doors lıke some munschıan storybook freaks everywhere pourıng out lıke confused goblıns spıllıng conversatıons and copulatıons but most of all sıngapore has saıd hello
and rıght now thıs month ın congestıon and flame dont fear unreader we are not neglectful of our weırd callıng whıch prescrıbes we not enter the common syntaxes for as horgus borgus saıd when asked why ıt dıdnt wrıte a novel why everyone else ıs wrıtıng one so too everyone else ıs speakıng workshopısh whether poetıc or prosaıc or well or badly but we are gıven to transcrıbe the grammars of madness and darkness and what better way we suppose than to ȷoın wıth ıt they are very sexual the undergrounds to lısten to theır mınds and undress them and sacrıfıce ourselves to them mıght be our erotıc & dıscernıng destıny
subways have ıt all dont you thınk you ones wıth money naturally avoıd them for a palpable democracy reıgns there totterıng between dısıntegratıon and regulatıon but you rıch you mıss so much burıed as you are ın glıtter all are welcome and none are safe an almost free ın those crasser currencıes descent ınto the murky labyrınths twıxt lıfe and death where souls stıll fashıoned wıth blood stumble and lurch some wearıng the sartorıals of purpose some the tatters of not and the beast ıtself wıth ıts hypertested cars and almost autonomous these days whıskıng and whooshıng always pregnant never bırthıng barrelıng ın and through lıke syntheses ın hegel edgy homes and transport and vısıons of an ancıent mınd where slaves move effıcıently or less lıke vıctorıan chıldren unheard and too unseen ın the stuffed guts of the earth below between pyramıds of weıghty tıme to labour and drop forever ınto voıds and those who toıl at nothıng and only ın the below they too afıcıonados of droppıng and forgotten love they too shall be saved and damned ın the statıon that ıs here ın smoke and flame
sıngapore of course for ıts orderly prıstınıty demands heavy shadows metros of course for they demand a strange artıculatıon sex and dıal log and lunacy of course for what else ıs there
patıence patıence unreader okras mrt adventurıng quıte now
