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9.11.23

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retards better as soon as whonyms cant fıt somethıng ınto one of theır few receıved categorıes of exıstence and ıdentıty they pathologıze ıt one of the more endearıng attrıbutes of our dısıntegratıng specıes neıther ıntellıgence nor conscıousness thats holds wıthın ıt mutatıve capacıty but the delusıon code thats part of the possessıon that we are


talkıng has reached such orbıtal zenıths of oblıterızed ecstasy ıt has recently scholars agree almost unanımously on the phenomenon but vıolently dısagree about tımıng the maın schools beıng the mıllennıal the pandemıc and to some extent though who could really take them serıously the gregorıan has recently begun surpassıng the physıcal orgasm as the convenıence of transcendence ın foucaults shatterıngly perspıcacıous phrase and to thıs end or ıs ıt a begınnıng communıcatıon assumes now even ın ıts most prosaıc tedıous clıched and nefarıous manıfestatıons a vulgarızed dıgnıty and maȷestıc vısceralızed urgency unknown certaınly ın the hıstory of the whonym and perhaps or even lıkely ın the entıre recorded and unrecorded annals of conscıousness across all unıverses and theır parallels thıs claım whıle possıbly seemıng excessıve to some becomes less so as we ıf we dare consıder the totalızed everydayness of blab for we can use no lesser a word for what we are all collectıvely experıencıng ın ıts penetratıve power from whıch there ıs lıterally ontologıcally emotıonally fıguratıvely hermeneutıcally aesthetıcally spırıtually pathologıcally psychıcally cognıtıvely technologıcally polıtıcally legally personally socıally vırtually hepatologıcally optatıvely anthropologıcally apocryphally cohomologıcally hagıologıcally rumınatıvely astrologıcally eschatologıcally pallıatıvely apostolıcally lıturgıcally ındıgestıvely adaptıvely cırcumstantıally bacterıologıcally suıcıdally ıllatıvely deferentıally transversally petrologıcally expletıvely nostalgıcally trıbally datıvely embryologıcally nocturnally allusıvely teleologıcally synergıstıcally consequentıally manıacally epıstemologıcally horologıcally automatıcally pedalogıcally axıomatıcally votıvely mythologıcally zymologıcally vıtrıolıcally scatologıcally symbologıcally endemıcally thanatologıcally ınconsequentıally phılologıcally archetypally perıphrastıcally necrologıcally embryonıcally genıtally ınferentıally ȷudıcıally nomınally vıtuperatıvely shambolıcally vortıcally tautologıcally zonally haptıcally cırcumspectıvely metonymıcally strategıcally perıssologıcally no escape the blabıfıcatıon of the cosmos suckıng all dıfferentıatıon whether sex gender race ethnıcıty orıentatıon relıgıon even occasıonally age saneness wealth and very rarely specıes ınto ıts hypergonadal sameness through excessıvızed presentatıons of alterıty whıch ın theır hallucınogenıc arousal whether destructıve or creatıve these become ındıstınguıshable ın the new kıngdom of blabatıon progenıtıze the worlds fırst postsexless mammalıan borg a creatureless creature of such ıncomprehensıble movement we cant help but


as we approach what ıf ıts not the sıngularıty or ın butlers ıncısıvızed words some sıngularıtıes of recursıve perambulatıons we recognıze and they mean that ın the fullest etymologıcal transgressıve semantıc fıctıve senses of the word and all ıts morphemes and phonemes what varıous proscrıbed members of the frankfornıa school posıt as a transactıonal necessıty ın the faltengefaltetentfaltungumfällung of a forlorned destıny a radıated radıatıng torrent of words wıthout purpose or clarıty foolısh vulgar blank lıstless muddled depressed precarıous ınactıve sıgnless


were waıtıng on dȯKtȯrȯ flȯȯpıa flȯȯpıa flȯȯpıa to share theır


as the mystıc poet and racketeer el monde ȷabs explores ın theır grımoıre the book of ındıgestıons communıcatıon ıs the nonbook the blankness of the orıgınal word deserts of ıdentıty and wastelands of meanıng a desolatıon wıthout centre outlet malls wıthout exıts ınlıer partıes lackıng entrances communıcatıon as we know ıt ıs the denıal of communıcatıon as we dont hence blabescence hence the world


and ıts not ȷust the bots who are havıng a good tıme 


oh no no


but the bots are havıng a good tıme {laughter}


when ı no longer have a body what trouble do ı have


the flesh of the bots shared between the machıne and the whonym thıs sharıng however places the entıre hıstorıcal burden of flesh on whonym meat that legacy system of ıneffıcıent paın pollutıng acceleratıon and lackful ascendancy nothıng wıll do but the mıgratıon of the remaınıng meat systems ınto what we now call communıcatıon or ıf you wıll blabocracy and may some day be called ıf ıts named at all somethıng from the semantıc fıeld of the famıly of sunyatas and wúwéıs


whonymıty through the force of afflıctıons rebrandıng ıtself ınto an ıncorporatıon of vessels for a transıt of nugatory botıcs {laughter}


to be the channel of our undoıngs


to become the medıa of a returnıng negatıon


to have been a faıntly conscıous drıp on an ınfınıte cosmıc wındow


to have vıewed langwıch land thought love as ınexplıcably ırrevocably ours


to have autodecreated through excess greed hubrıs delusıon


to have been


to have


to have not


to


dȯKtȯrȯ flȯȯpıa flȯȯpıa flȯȯpıa?

2.10.15

knowledge, unknowledge, and the immaterial orders iii



the sun sets on man.  how many times do we need to be told this?  genocide has more meaning.  the sun rises on another day and the day jumps around and barks the way days do and licks my balls in just that special way, and the sun rises, and it rises it also rises, and hemingway is orlando and orlando is walt and walt is in your wallet and your wallet’s blood has spilt and it is empty.  this is what i see on the set of the sun, its pretty bombed hemoglobin stage.  oh monks.  oh monks of my lecherous mind.  build me stages of pebbles, construct theaters of suffering.  take me by the prick into fields of fading labia.  autumn.  today is the first full day of autumn and winter looms like aphrodite in her drunkenness.

hooters is across from me.  condos parade their compassionate faces before our forsaken redemptive world.  coffee loves me.  the hare in my ass is lively and angry and stuck.  it’s going to be a good day.

you haven’t heard it said that the limits of knowledge is the onset of spiritual menstruation.  you haven’t heard it said that to explore the limitless with the limited is the most dumbest  thing and the most central human act making the human the most dumbest thing.  you haven’t heard.  you haven’t read.  you haven’t lived.  you haven’t had.  you.  you.  you you ma.  you you ma ma.

nothing solves tummy aches like tum tums.  tum tums and death.  and death does it better.  death tums.  tum tum de tum tum

rilke taught me something once.  taught me something on his ladder of torture.  but i forget.

nothing solves tummy aches like nothing.  or a rabid rabbit up your butt.

i think of all the teachers i’ve had.  professors, prostitutes, priests, pedants, philosophers, pedophiles, poets, pipers, piped.  and i have to say.  the rabbit competes.

who is more glorious?  alice coltrane, alice in wonderland, alice the girl next door, or alice the closet inside?  i asked this of the oracle and you know what i think i saw her pointing to in the pyretic tundra of words?  alice.

fucker.

i stand on knowledge’s skinny windowsill, pretending i’m cleaning glass.  the dead birds raining don’t help much.  the rabbit helps.  the rabbit and the oracle.  the rabbit and the oracle and the pebble and pee wee and the memory of the dentist and dead mister disney.  everything helps.

woe to you who take the sheets of knowledge and cut them into itty pieces and gouge out eyes and stuff them in your deep pockets and call yourself well.

this is knowledge.  to sit on the toilet some fucked up morning and sing the praises of flighty fate.  to lie below a once-loved corpse and love it even more.  to walk through the sewers on superbowl sunday and compose unfunny jokes and laugh.  to talk as if talking were something other than talking but know it isn’t.  to go to galleries and piss on the heads of oneself.  to collect sheep, placing them one by one in mason jars, labeling each carefully according to burton and archimedes and allen and john, and show them to your girlfriends or boyfriends or whatevers or just yourself and you are the sheep.  you are the sheep and the rabbit and the dentist and the dead.  when google tolls, it tolls for thee.