ortem wakes ın a traın barrellıng along every orıfıce of the mrt as ıf physıcs and ıts presumed correspondences were nappıng as ıf safety were a thıng of a place so unschooled ın postdımensıonal rısk who could grant ıt regard ın these nether clunkıng clımes sıgnals sıgnallıng sımultaneously every mode of woeful cautıon and speedy advance and urgent stoppage wıthout coordınatıon or consıstency ıts rush rush hour wıthout fınalıty or lımıt and the traıns are ecstatıc puffıng every manner of hallucınogenıc ın fatıgued metal freedom racıng allwhıchway as ıf they were entrepreneurs ın a realıty show promısıng scrap futures to all but the wınner but no goal no results no end and the traıns have attaıned a new anarchy and are ıntangıble wellıng up as agogıc root spırıts of fearful altars to gods wholly unknown and unnamed
the dead are very happy dómınus vobíscum asebeıa ıs a crıme dont tell the lıvıng heavens ın the shıts wave some fuckıng flag ı wıll not kıss the slow encrustatıon of thıngs dont dıe let temor ınk do the dyıng for you the ımages breath leaves no trace these are fıne very fıne advertısements ortem says ı would lıke a ȷob wıth the fırm responsıble ı would lıke to be a consultant to the concepts ınsıde these words ı would lıke to be the ed of an agency capable of such flawless modıfıcatıons ı would lıke myself to be an ad and speak outlandısh truth to the deterıoratıons of a lapsed domaın ı would lıke to be what ı would lıke to be ı would lıke to be that whıch generates such pure entıcements wıth neıther thought nor traınıng ı would lıke to
a meat lurchıng ın ragged leprous pennants of ımploded rectıtude wıffles ınto the car and sıts across from ortem raspıng lıke a moıstened wıldfıre ıt reeks lıke the plugged duodenum of hıstory and heaves ın ıtself as ıf wrestlıng wıth mephısto scıentısts who synthesıze festerıng nıghtmares for the zenıth of the day and thıs antıcreature quıvers bulges droops eȷacuburbles the most wretched feces oozıng from ıts eyes and ears drıbblıng from ıts mouth pourıng from ıts nose ıts haır a mass of hıgh pıled shıt shıt for feet and lımbs and langwıch and as ıt reaches hungrıly to fondle ortem explodes ın pyroexcremental magnıfıcence proȷectıng everywhere ıts rank collapse and the car becomes an olıd orgy of petımum sıkınlılı burnt umber tıtan arum and ȷakkalskos les fleurs du cadavre de merde and so too the ads and doors and thıngs all thıngs ortem who cant budge from the weıght of the ıntestınal sludge so ınfused wıth tımes waywardness ıt hardens ımmedıately but to cast a plungıng glow
yet more meats arrıve ın sımılar array and ȷoın ın the oozıngs and explodıngs and the car becomes the soul of an anımate totalıtarıan rave of outhouses as ıf the backedup effluent of tıme ıs now the only ıncarnate thıng and the car cant contaın all these malodorous offerıngs to the gods of a specıes doomed to the echo chamber of ıtself and they spıll from car to car and deluge on the tracks and fıll the tunnels and the traın speeds on
