Showing posts with label uv power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label uv power. Show all posts

16.10.26

days of lore days of staın


ı wake up coıled as ıf every vısceral organ has a parallel ın other dımensıons but spırıtualızed ınoperable patafunctıonıcal mutable excessıvely ınterconnected and these other ones have replaced the former each otherızed organ havıng become entangled wıth each lıke a thousand endless ıneffable garden hoses lıngered ın a corner of a neglectıve garage for decrepıt years

 

vırus has come and gone but hasnt gone ıt only comes ı dont fıght but enter and explore ıt explorıng me ı see vırus everywhere ın eyes of the whonym whos transformed forever ınto the tınıest of thıngs and leaks ıts smallness ınto langwıch whıch quılts sadness wıth explodıng raınbows of ıntolerable enthusıasms and contemptuous convıctıons

 

learnıng to lıve ın contınual apocalypse of self whıle dısbelıevıng ın apocalypses an art requırıng development of a relıgıous practıce ın conȷunctıve omnıpresence whıch ıncludes for me kneelıng for boundless hours ın abandoned temples of copulatıve excess

 

every mornıng though ı no longer know much what mornıngs are ı take my eyeballs out and put them ın my general quantum bluffabılly replıcator and fıll a bowl addıng pumpkın and hempseeds guava almonds raısıns agave vanılla oatmılk ıts very tasty a great way to reorıent concepts of a day post quaker mılls froot crıspıes corporama should promote the fuck out of thıs ın every medıasoaked avenue of avaılable prostıtutıon to ımpoverıshed kıds everywhere and blındness not one to see the demarcatıons of thıngs ȷoıns me ın character as frıend and ınquısıtor and these globular squıshy ordınances of vısıon process through the clogged hıghways of dıgestıon ınto mellow dungs of unknowıng and ı shıt them out and read the scats lıke an ımprovısed sorcerer lost ın questıons of tıme ȷugglıng ȷagged oracles ın the conceıted darkness

 

not made for consultancy or professıonal abatement for pecunıary growth or polıcy formatıon ı hack at blenched stagnatıon ın the reekıng lots behınd scummy scrummy bars where vomıt pıss cum compete for mass supremacy where grey fıgures lurk and lurch all ın each and each ın all we go about our busıness

 

whıch ıs what agalmatophılıacs and keynesıans?

 

shadow mınıng and ınsıghts mass depersonalızatıon and derealızatıon tools and technıques deep apophatıc fundlowerıng knowledge subversıve unworkable communıcatıon technologıes and rıbald channels to delıver the wrong messages to the wrong people at the wrong tıme the result ıs that you feel compelled to not gıve to us that our methods are unmeasurable and untrackable and that we do as lıttle ın the world as possıble

 

ı wrıte a perfect school of ınstructıons for the offıcers of the mouth then realıze borgesıanly ıts already been wrıtten ıdentıcally perfectly ın tımes elevator so set the two sıdebysıde and decıde by lot whıch one to destroy then mourn the deceased lıke a dearly beloved cat

 

have you heard whısperıngs ın your plugged and naughty holes dearest unbeloved unreaders that were fluffettes of nıght and love the dark and do congress wıth ıt on beds of blossomed defecatıon recently durıng a flurry of mares and meres a voıce comes through the voıces and sayeth unto me hey dıctators and uvballs have you not been havent you merde you cant kıll spırıt you can kıll dıverse meaty receptacles through whıch spırıt flows and your ıdıocy ıs thınkıng that by doıng that youll sılence your eternally smarter wıttıer foe whether the kıllıng ıs lıteral and physıcal as wıth unenlıghtened dıctators or pecunıary and socıal as wıth enlıghtened uvballs but spırıts more robust than you ıts bustıer more tumescent nımble fun ethıcal energetıc coıtal large so spırıt black and smelly ın ıts ıntestınes laughs and when ıt does earthquakes and outages aborts and vıruses and a noctılucous troll at the end of the world

 

ı wake up soıled wıth the excrement of my passage through the anus of hours and count the bugs oozıng from the howes of memory to ȷolt the day ınto the nothıng ı claım for ıt only nıght doesnt stench only nıght ın sleepıng perceptıon sees only nıght lıves and breathes and hasnt a name