chapter what might have been called chapter 9273

heres the title of my next chapter   i thought of calling it chapter 9273 but it was already taken so im calling it the year the world went nuts or rather the year the world manifest the nuts it already was and has always been and yea verily always will or rather yet another year the world manifest its nuts but in a distinctive or possibly distinctive way and next year the un  that un before undoing unhinging unleashing unraveling   a disunited nutting  has declared the year of fruits and vegetables   aside from the obvious objection as to why vegetables arent important enough to get their own year  even aubergines by themselves  and aside from the obvious confusion that no one really knows what fruits and vegetables are   and aside from significant doubts about an un having the authority or sanity to declare anything  why didnt they declare next year the year of nuts and nutser   they can just keep adding more nuts for each year to save them and us all the expense of deciding what to declare subsequent years and all the promotions   so that in a few years well all just know itll be the year of nuts and nutser and nutsiest and more nutsy and most nutsy nutsiest and nutarissimo and nutsarama and nutsalicious and nutseryiest and   of course theres the technical issue of the nomenclature and how exactly to form the nuts of the next year and i guess thisll require committees and promotions so im not sure were saving any money but at least itll be more honest though honesty doesnt exist   anyway thats the title of my next chapter

 

the moments of weakness  desperation  of despair

so pervasively environmental i cant move or stay still

what to do in the age of fruits and vegetables?

 

 

time for a new time

it’s time  on apocalypse's cusp  after 2173 years of weary domination of the romanjuliangregorian calendar  all its attendant societalcultural horrors we euphemistically call civilization  these days with the sun and moon as irrelevant as horned combat helmets and everything lit up like gonads during froshweek  with 0 finally having wormed its way from the mudbottoms of the cesspools of fear into the most truthful formulae that rule society  with physicists and mystics equally confused about what time is whether it exists and if it does what shape or shapes it assumes even as we measure this thing we’re more ignorant of than ever with a thoroughly embarrassing precision  in the midst of a global confusion and genocide so vast we inanely cling to our phones as if they were rosaries  with the clock so molecularly integrated into our viscera we can’t stop talking and productivity though we don’t know what it means enshrined on the wasted altars of our littered souls like a vomitorium of gargoyles  for a new calendar

fortunately the unun (the deprivation of the UN through an anarchist disassembly under an onion patch somewhere in the fourth world) has shakily commissioned such a venture and this consortium of sadoos has seized it like a dissonance of ghouls exiled from unreliable deserts

while sadoos aren't known for agreeing (or disagreeing) on much other than asparagus4fungigarlicrisotto a draft set of principles has emerged (its methods veracity basis all possibly suspect though its implementability true and sound) for discussion purposes. now’s your unique chance to provide input to humanity’s next method of organizing days designed with reality – and much less – in mind

here’s your chance to be heard in new time. provide feedback to sadoo while they waft in stochastic deliberation 2001 metres past the eryanghuagoubanpodafengdong entrance of the shuanghedong system. bring absinthe acid psilocybin samichlaus ayahuasca hash mdma sextoys cubancigars coffee sprulpas mastabas podoms atziluts

1. all acknowledgement of  references or relations to  groundings in historic and traditional lunar and/or solar realities are to be strictly omitted : these cycles were relevant to an agrarian society in which humans as meat wandered earth and knew the skies as well as their wechuges but have become irrelevant and shameful in this era of perpetual light and technological orbit
2. with the human clearly now at the center of the universe and each human ego with similar clarity at the center of the human  the subjectivity of each i must be fully integrated with time’s tracking. a subcommittee's been struck to envision this integration and enact a proof of concept with early discussions suggesting a key input to the calendar being an amalgam of nine identity markers  some of these being themselves amalgamata … the specifications for this input alone are expected to be substantial and alliances to this end have been forged with certain task forces of the uniso
3. with each advance it becomes more obvious how ignorant humans are – this ignorance increasing in direct proportion to a matter's importance – including our increasing inability to have any idea what time is … so any calendar will build into itself our ignorance and not just this but it increasing
4. upon examination of the scores of calendars in past or present existence the tedious sameness of them all becomes readily apparent. while there are scattered minor exceptions (islam mayan dreamspell russian attic frenchrevolution bahá'í muisca javanese) the only exception of note is the pawukon which consequently informs our calendar to the extent of its brilliance. we strive for cycles that are endless unanchored unaccountable climaxless disaccumulating unconsumable  minimizing calendars that retain the primary structural clichés or only innovate in names (pataphysical nisga’a) using the latter for nomenclature play but not for structural inspiration
5. the new calendar should align itself with the complexity of our present lives  incorporating for example sufficient swathes of the world that it should on average take at least a day to figure out what the calendar for that day looks like
6. 0  so absent from previous representations of moving time  presents itself and those historic 1s through 9s (so stolidly dominant) begin to share with their oldyoung relative of consummate absence : womb of imaginative verve and dark deplosions
7. diversity and polypolarity  while largely virtuesignalling in society  become manifest and embodied in our calendar such that if there are weeks and days and/or other cycles of whatever names (for surely there are no months or years) there shall be hardly one of each but many. time comprises myriad ways and we fragments of time shall in our pathetically nanominiscule condition have at least an occasional sensation of an illusion of semblance of freedom in all our endless pervasive incarcerations
8. following from 7 and overlapping with it but sufficiently distinct to merit its own principle : the interplay of volition (order) chance (disorder) and fate (anaorder) will play this calendar’s play
9. each human shall be provided by its central government a visual polydimensional construction of the human’s new calendar at no cost to the individual unless it makes more than the equivalent of $100000 then it shall be forced to pay $10000 – a prototype of which is presently being developed – which shall be used as the game of calendar and in figuring out where time is (for we know now we don’t and can’t know what it is)
10. our calendar avoids social religious commercial administrative purposes  creating purposelessness as the capital of its geography … raising a core point that any viable calendar must just be space (see 9)
11. calendar now avoids calling out  whether for debt or just for calling (and hardly yelling). there's no settlement no books no register no collection no account no reckoning. it's less a kalend calō – any solemnity summon cry – than a callooh callay and so it may be named not calendar but calloohar  each unit therein a callayday or just a chortle or kahlua or a jab