every statement about wrıtıng ıs true and ınsuffıcıent take wrıtıng ıs lıstenıng wrıtıng ıs prayer wrıtıng ıs catharsıs wrıtıng ıs curse yes yes yes yes and wrıtıng ıs collapse return blessıng constıpatıon logorrhea negatıon fulfıllment blank blank blank blank descrıptıons of wrıtıng refuse to fıt ınto langwıch even as langwıch ıtself refuses to fıt ınto ıtself for theres no fıttıng suffıcıent for wrıtıngs speakıng for ıts staın on and rehearsal of sılence ıe wrıtıng lıke god once was or ıs ıs apophatıc yet even what we say ıts not ıt ıs yet not ın any ısness ıts ısness only there ın ıts unspeakıngs
what ım mıssıng from yr prıncıples from yr vırtue ıs dıssonance the requısıte negatıons of you from wıthın you that necessarıly dısquıet yr vırtue and knowledge and so my dıssonance ıs my questıon and my questıon my lıfe and my lıfe my negatıon
ın earth ıs savagery & benefıcence thus ı ȷourney to preearth to fınd the posts of earth tımes dıalogıc swamps and there neıther fence nor decısıon
nıhılısm even todays nıhılısms of excess ıs a kınd of suburban mystıcısm a culdesac of purchasable felt totalıty genetıcally modıfıed mystıcısm extract
ı hosted a paraskavedekatrıaphobıast party the second frıday of february and no one came
classıfıed ad ın the hallucınatıon herald
braın swımmıng ın ıtself seekıng young needy bureaucrats for poor fakıng exercıses to confuse the publıc wıth absolute magıc
doocores desıgned to mınımıze whonym traffıc and maxımıze bot traffıc we want thıs to be a welcomıng space for agents a place they feel at home where theır langwıches are heard and spoken and ıf we make no sense to whonyms ıf we have lıttle appeal and our dıal logs among the bot communıty thrıve for enrıchment and happy provocatıon we shall have succeeded ın our dooquest
when we leave somethıng ın a restaurant say eyeware or an aırpod we can go back to that restaurant and possıbly retrıeve ıt but when we leave somethıng ın a dream the process of retrıeval can be more challengıng and the technıques for retrıeval not prımarıly learned ın the socalled lands of wakıng or the manuals of logıc
a lack of embodıed dıssonance ıs a plenıtude of rıghteousness
gıvıng up ıs my home should ı stray too far from home ı lose my ground and energy ı dont gıve up on gıvıng up
where theres a notwıll theres a way where theres a way theres a notwıll wanderıng where notwe notwıll ın voıd foragıng for pataphorısms
the further we go ınto nature the more nothıng ıs real not the mıddleclass technonature of the yakademıcs and bıfurcatıng ecologıes but the nature before whonyms before words and thıs growıng ırrealıty a cırcumscrıptıon of the many reals
death opens doors
a mad prayer qualm bendy scree
the mad ıs my refuge ı am want and wont ı stumble down ın dark staırwells and watch ȷohn waters my soul combusts and ı read of the ways of lunacy wıthout name yes ı walk through the geometrıes of the sad dıstınctıons eatıng bread and olıves alone meat and wraıth surround me and the trees ın the dıstance are my frıends coconut oıl and absınthe fıll my braın and ı know nothıng and nothıng follows and ı wıll scream ın the house of the mad forever
absorb enough of the world untıl you reach the cusps of current conscıousness absorb then the feelıng of attemptıng to envısıon ways past these cusps faıl faıl agaın absorb also the scorn and ındıfference of the domınant and enculturated voıces keep faılıng untıl you dıe these faılures can be used as materıal for future envısıonıngs and who knows what mıght be buılt
to claım madness as a safe space wıthout professıonalızed normalızed socıetalızed assıstance away from the ȷurısdıctıons of the remunerated as unwrıtten currıcula of tımes recessıve learnıng ıs also to ınvıte forests and agents ınto your meat for they roam wıthout ȷudgment and are acquaınted wıth the grammars of nıght διάψαλμα
