sadoo diaper was trotting along by the
causeways of the world one otum day, the sun joyful and dying behind veils of
clouds, darkness pulled across the leafy earth like a duvet in liminal sleep,
not quite neighing (this sadoo typically in human form), but making sounds rising
from those spaces existing on definitional edges, when rev bonobo lopped along
remotely, synthesizing
i am an armless potato at the top of a staircase of night says rev bonobo
i am a tessellated splitend of a pygmy tau
neutrino i say
you don’t seem to be doing much
i don’t have much to do
is that because you’ve done everything or the frequencies of your
tessellations are what we might call mismatched with those other frequencies in
the bouncing horror of the present?
or?
and. and or or or or or and and and and and and …
… everything’s now the same. i’ve traveled
for decades through the differences of things and i’ve named the names and
cried the cries and dreamt the dreams and fell into the trapdoors and listed
the lists and here i am. whether i trot along or tutor a student or chop bok
choy or make love or eat the children of god, it is the same
then why trot along? why not sit and do nothing?
the body moves
all we are are apes with language
all we are is language with flesh
and we beheld its gory
edward?
diaper
do you have any words of wisdom for humanity?
don’t drink contaminated water, memorize 103
words each day, walk on grass in bare feet as much as possible, don’t listen to
humanity more than any other species, if you don’t enjoy doing something or if
you enjoy doing something that causes others to not enjoy themselves stop,
every once in a while put a happyface whiffwaff ball in your asscrack, mostly ignore
society and ignore social media more, don’t wet the bed on tuesdays, whenever
the doorbell rings …
you call this wisdom?
i call this words, wisdom’s too much like
whiz dumb
homophones don’t prove anything
neither do scientists
that’s not true
there is my wisdom
in contradiction or nonsense?
or?
and. and or or …
once upon a time jill and jack or jill and jill or jack and jack or all of them are tumbling
down a hill making love and laughing when a rapid rabid badger gallops from a
sett biting their genitals off. this causes jacks to go bankrupt and hang themself and jills go mad and the badger be cured of its rabidity
is there a moral to the story?
etiology’s pretty random
that’s not much of a moral
neither’s morality
is this what you were thinking about trotting along the causeways?
by
what?
by the causeways
by the causeways?
what?
we’re not getting very far
we’ve gone from there to here, like always
is every journey the same?
every journey is itself and all the others
why move then?
the body moves
why body?
i’m a tessellated splitend of a tipsy urino
tau i say. i want to bot along the ozways of the whirled, suns joyful dying,
darkness dancing light to tunes of damaged earths, not quite neighing, faking
sounds, others lopping long remotely, synthetically persisting. and i do
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