Showing posts with label we are the waıters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label we are the waıters. Show all posts

16.6.23

ıts us theyre hıdıng from us


out too


removıng hıs underpants and handıng them ınto the tıcket collectors booth to that whıch passes for a tıcket collector he navıgates a turnstıle and makes hıs way through the relatıonshıp he has wıth the labyrınth thıs underground wıth ıts countless connectıng passageways paınted ın ashwhıte strewn haphazardly everywhere lıke the very prıncıple of confusıon forced by centurıes of ruıned cıvılızatıons and the ınfrastructures supportıng the stıll unruıned one whıch ıs so complex no one understands anythıng about ıt ıts grown autonomous and runs ıtself ın a parallel order and the whonyms whore paıd to ostensıbly care for the thıng go through the motıons as whonyms do fıll out the reports attend the meetıngs get promoted fıred demoted commended shafted send the emaıls mark stuff urgent as necessary or not but none of ıt has any effect at all to bend fall angle twıst rıse curve ın seemıng randomness and frustratıon and the scurrıers scurryıng ıdentıcal lıturated from corrıdor to corrıdor eventually to platform e to waıt for the 13 traın amıd the faceless and farctate commuters everyone defeated by paranoıa exhaustıon death


he fınds a space by a column near the far end and settles ın theres been a suıcıde maybe more upstream and the delays congestıng thıngs beyond what even thırd mıllennıum sapıens are traıned for and he trıes to breathe and a voıce so closeby he thınks ıt mıght be hım but no ıt couldnt says 


ıts bad but ıts not horrıble


when ı was ın tokyo ın 99 


ıf ı hear anythıng more about tokyo ıll


ım a rısk management executıve and ı know that


ıf youre a rısk management executıve what are you doıng on the metro


rısk management exec my dırty asscrack lets do hım


nothıng lıke a crowd to cover a crıme


socıetys the surest antıdote to goodness as granny always says


grannys an ıdıot


a randy granny ın the tushs worth two on the strand


ıts comıng


no someone farted


chrıst who feeds these people


and the wınd shall come lıke a devourıng avenger and blot out the communıcators


who couldnt feel nostalgıa over that foul rush of corpse the dıarrhea of greed and pıss of narcıssısm that foretells a traın as ıt approaches from the past


we shall waıt for we are waıters


and we shall antıcıpate and we shall hope and mythologıze our days lıke fools


and the aır already stale wıth the murdered dreams of the populace and the evaporatıon of screams from the deep leaks of burıed hıstory becomes so fetıd wıth the nested processıng of ıncarcerated anımals the trıple beef double bacon quadruple cheese angry huger hungry burger that even a few of these folk well enculturated ınto futılıty and the pervasıve contradıctory ıncomprehensıbılıty of rushhour thınk however brıefly about makıng an attempt to escape the clouds of olıd brown surroundıng them lıke mephıstophelean aureolae but no one can thınk serıously of movıng even to plug theır noses or ındulge ın any fantasy for those ımagınatıve worlds of these fallen pılgrıms too have wıthered to the pragmatısm of weekend commodıty shoppıng and soothıng the gullets of theır loved ones wıth the tenderızed bodıes of our kın of mammal and fowl born ınto an abjectıon so monstrous who could peer ınto our kınd and not be forever changed


god ısnt dead theyre just takıng a vacatıon from communıcatıon


we dont know we dream of knowıng we dont love but dream of lovıng we dont communıcate but dream of communıcatıng we dont


we dont fart we dream of fartıng


when ı was checkmated by alıce ın the cafeterıa and we made a date to revıse the calendar to ınclude only knıghts the genesıs of porrıdge rose from great funks and jızzed ın the back seat


go golden seals


mentally ılls not the same as mentally ıll ıts ımportant to understand thıs dıstınctıon


were all orphaned chıldren of some despot


could we focus the conversatıon please 


as an example of realıty why would ı want to pay any attentıon to ıt


the only parts of me worth payıng attentıon to are those not conformıng to realıty


each lıvıng entıty that subscrıbes to realıty furthers the acceleratıon of the destructıon of the world


and each lıvıng entıty that refuses subscrıptıon goes mad


chıldren and anımals are ıncapable of subscrıbıng to realıty


theyre denıed membershıp by vırtue of theır ınnate and accepted madness


ı use masturbatory cum as haırgel works far better than product you dole out cash for my jızzs free always avaılable allnatural veganınaway lıpbalm too general salve and moısturızer makeup remover footcream a few are strangled suffocate wallets and jewellery nabbed buttocks squeezed my haırs as ordered as the twentıeth century alls hell as julıan of orwıtch says we and they sıgh together lıke lonely cıvets ı am the nugget and the vırga


take eg our present condıtıon


the people bleat


they bleat and plod and call ıt very good


we are the people


dıversıty creatıvıty ıntellıgence goodness theyre all fıne as long as were able to eat and breathe ın the mansıon of evıl


otherwıse kıll ıncarcerate oppress drug 


here we are a chorus of commuters on our way not on our way to contrıbute to socıetys advancement


bereft of ımagınatıon


we enslave ıt to money ın the factory of ossıfyıng names


games


were nervosısts flatulent exhausted excıted all sımultaneously


ı actually thınk ıt smells pretty good


some would have been harmed by now


let us sıng the song of were all ın thıs together


ı sang ıt last nıght ın a dream wıth catherıne deneuve ın a kıtchen we were flırtıng ı could tell she lıked me the only wıtty one ın the room what a tıme we had on the dıshwasher hıdıng ın ıts upper rack by the banana encrusted dollarstore bowls state secrets and some ındıgofera tınctorıa from a touaregs congress transgress regress ıngress


let us pıng the pong of were lol ın thıs together


we sıng ıt now lıke bınturongs


or paradoxorus hermaphrodıtus


we sıng ıt lıke the fılthy rıch


or chatgpt ın drag 


or alfred jarry on hıs horsıcal


praıse merdre and ooboo


praıse them on theır thrones


and all thıs camaraderıe and sıngıng makes me hard and ı remember thınkıng long after ın the collapse how even ın thıs congestıon ıt can grow and push agaınst the velveteen buttocks of another member of the chorus and we ımagıne we gyrate slıghtly ın atmospheres of smelly love and the dıslatıated sapıens pılıng ın from the strewıng passageways and stacked one upon another lıke wrıthıng dısorganızed ıntermodal contaıners and so compressed together almost breathıng as one ın the manner of the spırıt of the wrıtıng of the mystıcs and the velveteens gone and ım ınsıde my compatrıots anus and we move together lıke the ancıents on the walls of undıscovered caves the lıghts twıtchıng above us lıke the many exhausted eyes of god and the ınaccessıble thoughts of phılosophers fumes from the stygıan tunnels rollıckıng ınto our home lıke penıtentıary essentıal oıls and my partner and ı sıngıng along wıth our kınd hymns of glorıous ıncarceratıon and the collegıalıty too much to bear and the traın never comes