the annual sadoo conference in sheol was
recently held, sadoos from across the globe and beyond travelling in shit-boats
of their own making down rivers of piss, some laid up by the cum hot springs
that can appear on such peregrinations.
those of us who made it funded the journey
through deprivation, theft, sublimation, and randomness, these forms of
elemental grace.
while sadoos tend toward privacy, loneliness,
autosubversion, and uninvented forms of polygnosticism – the aggregate effect
which the conventional call autism or madness – and so wander in obscurity and
impecuniousness on animal edges, a few broach the breach between esotericism and
orthodoxy, technology as helpmate, and show themselves, however obscurely, falsely,
in the republic of the internet.
over the future pariah diaper introduces select
participants of this wee tribe of sadoos – to nurture those manufactured to
walk other ways, to provide contrapuntal voices to capitalism’s rehearsed and
looping monomelodies, unihued hierarchies, and – with others – to present
more contextual, sustainable, and playful modes of living and dying as not only
viable, but essential: for if we cannot
experiment on ourselves as much as if not more than we experiment on that which
we perceive external to us, how can we be worthy of this name, human?
we are laboratories. we are
scientist, test tube, theorem, failure, persistence, mouse and maze, explosion
and toxicity, an uncertain indifference to death on radiant radii of life …
first
– fukky risotto
