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15.7.19

cold and timid souls

in this age she says it’s necessarily humiliating having parents and so your not having children is a gift to various nonbeings, saving them from necessity and humiliation

but theirs is just a different humiliation and necessity and so one doesn’t save anything from anything

saving nothing from nothing is our task

we all work productively together to convince us of our irrelevance

we’ve done nothing of the sort – all we’ve done is live and if life so convinces you it is you who are constructed to be so convinced

we are all savages

we are painted faces of the monstrous chimera of the popular

here we, in absent temples of temples

delightful, as always

we are hack and pulp and the annihilation of bears

hither come we the sapiens, polyhaired crazedeyed gonadsinhands thieves reavers slayers with gigantic melancholies and morbidly obese mirths to tread the scatological thrones of the earth under our clopped feet

the yellow leaf not loud but deep dares not their poor troops of friends

you found that in a mccajita feliz

i have spoken to the constructors of construction, the engineers of engineers

and?

they haven’t responded

the way it works she says is it must be thoroughly and ubiquitously humiliating to have parents for everyone has parents but not everyone has children so if it’s thoroughly and ubiquitously humiliating to have children some are exempt

why is exemption unacceptable?

exemption is an illusion

but illusion is the one acceptability

acceptability is happiness

and one's the illusion that's true

we are the cold and timid souls

i am sums of absences

i am that and the thising of that

i dis dat but i don't dis dis but i may dis what follows dis

what follows dis's data

wit's an absence of sums of absences

we build sanctuaries of savagery to our daised gonads

delightful as always

let us rejoice in the holographic carousel of tedium

let us seek mystic asylum in language, that machinery of the coloured up and round and down


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