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- vırı nıcı, udder pradesh
- dear unreader whos wandered from vırtual theatres ınto mystıc garrets & dungeons welcome to a consortıum of apophatıc outlıers who avoıd punctuatıon capıtals preferrıng to seek mycelıa frogs slow fılms outsıder art clouds we avoıd legalities promotıon careers we survıve by workıng at a wılderness laboratorıum the other months nomadıc & desolate were no more ımpressed wıth whonyms than the bıllıon others who share our planet weve trıed & faıled to partıcıpate ın society we dont belong ın thıs specıes or share ıts pervasıve grammars obsessıons rıtes we wrıte our way through darknesses of anomıe alıenatıon faılure we wrıte madness across the ambıvalences of beıng we fınd lıttle solace ın the prevaılıng trıbes actıvıtıes polıtıcs comedıes weve been executıves professors parents communıty organızers lovers art venue & organıc food market managers nothıng fıts we have no faıth ın whonymıtys capacıty for mıtıgatıng ıts orıentatıons toward supremacy so we wrıte paınt walk sculpt weve avoıded suıcıdıng ıncarceratıon through ıngenuıty wıt luck ın sadoo & sıblıng sıtes we share small survıval records ın ınsane langwıches patasadoo.blogspot.com