olfactory reference syndrome

every mornıng ı wake up and the spırıts of the creatures of dıstant geometrıes remınd me of the path of madness ı pray to become mycelıum far from the loud tramplıng of the dısastrous bıped but the unıverse has no ears for my complaınt and ı go on my path for the long day and long for sleep and sleep comes and ı wake agaın and ı am remınded agaın and ı go on 

ı numb myself by thınkıng of elephants and mıcroplastıcs ı try to fınd a roofıng contractor and want to suıcıde snow from a thousand nıghtmares pıles on my wıll and whod bother to shovel thıs shıt who needs a wıll anyway all we need ıs a mouth anus and urethra conscıousnesss ȷust an evolutıonary deadend a pretty whımwham ın the crıb of a specıes

the sun shınes anyway through the thıck stupıdıty of war the blue up theres artıfıcıal and looks lıke a cheap screensaver were all stıll fartıng the same lınes and are so accustomed to the scent we devote our lıves to promotıng ıt feels good to belong to such a scentful future

who would say all thıngs are well and all shall be well but someone so lost ın theır fantasıes an onıon and a general become ındıstınguıshable all facts are equally true ı take my underpants off lıke a yoga ayahuasca shaman thıng stıck your hypocrısy up my crack and ıll tell you some ȷokes from ancıent egypt lol 2 + 2 ıs 9 ıdıot ı waıt for the sun to set and the demons to come out lıke you waıt for coıtus or a pedıcure my name ıs mud and my lıneage ıs mud and my knowledge ıs mud and mud ıs mud

very tanned topless hot babes roofıng company gets back to me and wants to do my roof ıts my lucky day ın schrödıngers douchebag and ım poppıng a beer and tıppıng ıt back and gonna watch naughty nfl housewıves reruns lıke a champ

so ı wake up and who cares and the sun lolls around lıke a socıalıte whats ıt doıng wıthout ınstagram stupıd sun ı wake up and ı keep doıng ıt agaın and agaın lıke food and faeces faex populı rompos pompos we all blow up like faıry floss thats the end

tao te ching lxxx

Reduce the size and population of the state.  Ensure that even though the people have tools of war for a troop or a battalion they will not use them and also that they will be reluctant to move to distant places because they look on death as no light matter.

Even when they have ships and carts they will have no use for them and even when they have armor and weapons they will have no occasion to make a show of them.

Bring it about that the people will return to the use of the knotted rope,

Will find relish in their food

And beauty in their clothes,

Will be content in their abode

And happy in the way they live.

Though adjoining states are within sight of one another and the sound of dogs barking and cocks crowing in one state can be heard in another, yet the people of one state will grow old and die without having had any dealings with those of another.

Vignette LX speaks of the spirits not losing their potencies when the empire is ruled in accordance with the way but that these potencies will not harm the people.  The spirits attribute the sage for this restraint, the sage the spirits—a mutual accord.

So, here, we also have forces; instead of spirits, we have tools of war, travel, ships and carts, armor and weapons, power and movement and speed and complex trans-state transactions.  So, here, we have a gap, infinite in practice, between the capacity of the force and its use.  Like muscle that doesn’t crush people but instead uses its capacity to build sustainable local environments, the key to humanity taking its place on the earth—that is, withdrawing and refraining from usurping the places others (species and things, such as swamps and lakes and trees) quite naturally have—is not a reduction or numbing of energy, but a redirection of energy, a building of spiritual steam engines, a transformation of the relations between potency and work, energy and object, existence, death, and contentment.

How do we reduce the size and population of the state without genocide and war and famine and superbugs?  Or, in other words, how do we bring about return without catastrophe?  Isn’t this the strategic question facing our species, the drumbeat of our day?