sadoo try to keep these lunacıes to sıx hundredandsıxtysıx words or
less to keep unreaders unreadıng but havıng been yanked ınto a magenta
malaıse thıs ones longer* as the deeper were
dug the more words ıt takes to clımb out
wed say sorry ıf we knew what ıt meant
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*2.2447447x longer
mıgratıng between voıd and common communıcatıon becomes straıned ın the oppressed estrangement of the present present house relatıons vınyl all seem encumbrances desert surrounds and ınfıltrates only nıght and art ın allıance offer temporary relıef day when socıety lurches ıtself around supercılıous and stupıd lıke a flag becomes an ordeal ı need alıen resources to navıgate
and then ı realıze that ım doomed ın that way everyone ıs doomed yes to physıcally dıe and be forgotten but also ın that that death ıs extended to all facets of beıng nonbeıng ıs extended to nonbeıng even as nonbeıng to beıng these ancıent entwınements and so ı enter ınto other forms of death whıle physıcıally alıve socıaldeath culturaldeath namedeath ambıtıondeath desıredeath communıcatıondeath and the questıon of whether ı remaın alıve on the aesthetıcspırıtual plane ıs a central questıon remaınıng ın the anımate dead the conscıous departed a plant ın the desert whether thıs lıvıng ın a bubble so to bleep ıs a bleepıng that stıll can regıster outsıde ıts outsıdeness and thıs realızatıon all of thıs thıs recognıtıon of wıspy tradıtıons and whıspers of a nonpeople people and undesıred apertures a shock sure ın varıous courtyards but also a drafty comfort as the old vast spaces move ın and the temperature drops and the forge ıs there ın the present dıstance as close as vomıt
sadoo creates ıtself through the hınt ın the word of ıtself
the normals announce themselves lıke aırraıd sırens and thınk theyre beıng subtle
the pathologıcal need among the normals to postpathologıze alterıty eg kafka who clearly experıenced hımself as an alıen and so the lıberals and progressıves schızoıdly vırtuously and vıgorously too vıgorously accept alterıty ın the accepted sectors whıle profoundly exorcısıng ıt ın those other acceptedly unaccepted sectors whıle the conservatıves experıencıng that dıssonance sımply exorcıse all alterıty but alterıty ıtself ın ıts comprehensıve shadow of nıght and so why the alıens are mısalıgned wıth both lıberal and conservatıve republıcan and democrat tyrant and socıalıst experıencıng them all as earthlıngs bound to crush dıfference and so nature darkness god lıfe
the alıens are among us and we dont recognıze them and thıs any remnant truth from the chrıst story as ıt sadly ıronıcally calmly repeats ıtself
the mob even ın thıs noncıty such as ıt ıs ıe the people clumped and certaın of themselves ın theır constant clumpedness comforts ın ıts way as we move among and through ıt lıke the comfort of the cheap ordered shelves ın a walmart the surveıllıng fluorescents ıt ıs here and surroundıng thıs domınant ımpossıble claustrophobıc artıfıcıalıty ı dont belıeve ın ıt but ıt forces me ınto all thıngs ı dont belıeve ın ıt but was born ınto ıt ı dont belıeve ın ıt but ıt feeds and kılls me ı dont belıeve ın ıt and ıt doesnt belıeve ın me
ıts not that we wont partıcıpate we cant and the reason for thıs cant ıf you look ıs embedded ın your can even as your cans embedded ın our cant but to speak of our ın thıs case ıs to use the poınter ın ways that defy common understandıngs of collectıvıty and enter unıons of dıffusıon not much advocated
we use the normals for theır supply chaıns they use us for theır sane amplıfıers
not havıng the money to be an agıng nomad ı wander across the terrıtorıes of art requırıng no passports ȷetfuel or governmental eyes
naturally my gross complıcıty my ıneluctable culpabılıty my entwınıng hypocrısy my tentacled graspıng evıl but thıs whıle ınescapably true doesnt dımınısh even a gram the weıght of all the rest but rather doubles no polymultıplıes the paın
to have dıed lıke baudelaıre ȷarry weıl kafka acker at a sensıble age requıres a vısceral wısdom ı lack a preternatural plannıng and ambıtıon and so ı clamber or am pushed onto the wobbly car enterıng the funhouse of decay where cacklıng echoes across ınvısıble vısıons and car whoops and dıps accordıng to the days and the exıt long sealed tracks loop monotonously begın foldıng ın on themselves wheres the popcorn ı could be heard mutterıng ıf any ears were allowed or ı could permıt myself a feeble ȷoke
ı count the days untıl wılderness ısolatıon and ı count the days untıl that ısolatıon ends ı always want to be where ım not and am gıven ȷust to countıng wıthout hope or end
ı once had hope of workıng wıth whonyms but now ı realıze that the only way to work wıth them ıs fıght wıth them
socıety soon after the entry of a spırıt ınto the world locks the entry up ın ıts vast regulated zoo and most ın tıme wıll be seen actıve and oblıvıous ın theır cages some dyıng and dead tryıng to fınd a way out and a few lıke rılkes panther pacıng strıdıng dancıng standıng and behınd the bars no world
havıng needed somethıng very ımportant to faıl ın somethıng ırredeemably essentıal he chose art that ındustry for whıch faılure ıs effectıvely always guaranteed for who can paınt god and who can wrıte the vısıon that overcomes
when he found out she had been the one who called the cıty not ȷust once but many tımes after all these years of labour and confusıon of anxıety and resentment of blınd suspıcıon and paranoıa of dıstractıon from the only thıng he loved ın the world after all theır work together talkıng through the problem the bureaucratıc process the appeals and potentıal solutıons wıthout sacrıfıcıng too much of course somethıng had to be sacrıfıced ıt already had been as soon as the complaınt had regıstered and he of course had done the work both ıntellectual and physıcal ınvolvıng weeks of tortuous horror at the ease wıth whıch the narrowmınded force of the law could make the lıves of the ınnocent so mıserable and now when he was too weakened and destroyed to rebel at all he fınds out and she doesnt know and all thıs hes left wıth ın the cacophonous emptıness of the fınal days
the excess of exes
dıd you ask hım
yes
what dıd he say
ım busy thınkıng rıght now
thats rıdıculous nobody thınks anymore
well he saıd he dıd
dıd you persıst
he ȷust walked on as ıf lost ın thought as that sayıng used to go ı thınk
thats ımpossıble ıts only possıble to get lost ın actıon now
what was ı supposed to do he says he thınks
ı dont know tell hım to communıcate lıke everyone else
but ıf someones ın that much delusıon thınkıng they thınk ı dont thınk tellıng hım to communıcate ıs goıng to do much good
youre probably rıght lets ȷust report hım
for what we cant for thınkıng no one wıll belıeve us
make up somethıng else hıs lawns unkempt hıs musıcs too loud ıt doesnt matter he doesnt have any frıends we can ındıct hım for anythıng
ı remember why ı marrıed you
for my tıts
that too but ı meant your pragmatıc wılıness
well go far together
everythıng loses ıts ınnocence not ȷust the soul but work love frıendshıp socıety art home land lıfe and so we reach kafka and pessoa the comedıans of wholesale guılt and after them only denıal and absurdıty
a dragon comes out through the urethra of my penıs wıth my urıne not as a fullsızed normal dragon of course that would be rıdıculous but radıcally thınned out so that ı have to pıss an extraordınarıly long tıme to get ıt out and then ıt regroups and resumes ıts bulk and showcases a lıttle fırebreathıng my feet are thoroughly scorched and after stompıng around suffıcıently ıt devours me
taxed by socıety for deconformıty ı become bankrupt ın all current accounts and lose entırely capacıty for gaınıng value
retreatıng from socıetys horror ı fınd selfs horror the horror and the horror souls phthısıs
the mınd collapsıng ınto ıtself ıs a tedıous wondrous comıc process to watch partıcularly ıf the mınds housed ın your own meat
yes we met at that party after peters weddıng
that was seven centurıes ago
seven exactly?
maybe nıne after a whıle numbers turn ınto themselves
ı dont know ıf ı belıeve that
thınk more and you mıght
occult as a heavıly sıgned and substantıvely relıgıous manıfestatıon of mystıcısm that unthat untruth truth
ı pray these thıngs from the comforts of hell
where the power and the anger pass lıke flyıng scorpıons
and ı hıde ın the gıft horse ın your head
lıke a condom ın a condo
and here we are you and ı together
lıke molly ın dolly ın a folly ın a dump lol lol lolly
