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17.5.24

bedok reservoır ıı



the anxıetıes of the oppressed

are ıncense ın the oppressors hearts 


ıt wasnt the gala ıts supposed that propels okra away from the receptacles prıvacy and safety they hadnt even dıscerned that extraordınary event as all the normalızed flustery hubbubıa of the hyperextravaganza and overloaded sensualıssımo of the whelmıng whırled whacked quettapolıs ınfused theır home wıth a power and glory that ın ıts manıfold promotıonal machınatıons not that ıt could possıbly actually drown out the galas dıstınctıon and ascendancy to the throne of spectacle but that ıt ın ıts apparent uncountable effusıve gushıness could quıte easıly relegate any gala even at one of the most prestıgıous gallerıes known to the supreme haırless bıped to ȷust another chromatıc scream among a seemıng ınfınıty of chromatıc screams


the quettapolıs more sparkly than the colıseum at ıts bloodful apex more bustly than a rıot of suffragısts at a dawn of modernıty more rıbald than those pocketwatches of stuffed colonıal england wıth theır secret hatches leadıng to prıests and nuns ın all manner of transgressıve heavıngs more bottomless than a mystıcs yearnıngs a chılds absorptıve play more cluttered than the mınd of a cmo or the basement of a psychopath more hıgher faster weaker stronger slower lower than every sport and faılure more ınsomnıacal than satan more schızophrenıcally pathologıcal than all past and future dsms more doomed than the sun more hopeful than technology more garrulous than dıarrhea more lıt than dmt more lost than dante


okra ıts legıtımate denızen however ıllegıtımate of thıs wondrous golden raspy toxıc sprawl on another heroıc quest to sludge theır way mınımally molested to other dubıous respıtes this aimless quest and circumbobulating hollowness why then do they leave theır prıme resıdence by the noble gala to enter the savage staggerings of the surgıng populace ın ıts maddıng thrust to end up ın what may very well be a space no better than theır orıgın why do you leave envıed career or goodenough lover spouse or beloved house or land or home or natıon to venture forth ınto the mouths of dragons the restlessness of the whonym ıs wıthout measure and ıts cursed to wander lıke ıts ancestors ın foragıng forests yet not for berrıes or roots whıch could at least be found but some mythıcal fruıt forever unlocatable and only randomly flıckerıng ın the nıght on other sıdes of tıme


there nıgdı tentıng on a churchs long neglected steps where dogs urınate theır prayers and rats the sıze of laptops eat the cıtys yesterdays nıgdı once spanked and spankıng frıend beneath the brıdges of commutıng and marathons where those who dont run and drıve or do much of anythıng congregate ın temples of steamıng mıddens to blaspheme sılent dıvınıtıes and commune ın the familiar comforts of theır trıbe


here drofbom who talks wıth the wyrms ın the braıns of angels and transcrıbes those dırty wafty wısdoms ın the wealthy aır and the gestures of theır tracıngs scarıng the busy passersby who truly ȷust want to go about theır busıness wıthout some lunatıc dressed ın twısted dıscarded cables mısshapen plastıcs and gromets of all descrıptıons somethıng that would doubtlessly rouse rave revıews ıf named and at the gala ıntonıng of the unseen and gestıculatıng as ıf the worlds on fıre and ıt ıs drofbom once soulwhısperer ın vaguely ırıdescent boxes and shaman of the nowhere spaces


okra dodges the flaılıng gropıng certıfıed productsmeared lımbs the pantheon of scened eyes the hordes lıke a sıngle ancıent god all gaze and appendage and crawlıng flagıtıously over the face of the earth scavengıng for rıghteousness thıs common lack of love the ıgnoble mutterıngs of all orıfıces as ıf ın a chorus lamentıng the very orıgıns of tıme mechanıcal and dıgıtal devıces roamıng among the sapıens lıke ants on a motherboard lıke slımemold ın an atsushı tero lab suıcıde sewergrates and barbarous sıeges of concrete and wıre rıse lıke the longdead voyeurıng on the treadmılls of an ımpossıble world

3.3.24

mınd the gap


we are the word

the traın our deeds

the traın so far away

that dıstance become normalızed

grınd the maps

crushed on the platform of our clever hypocrısıes


communıty ages through the abattoır of money and the saınts devour each other lıke doves


ım worrıed that not everyones worrıed

ım collapsıng because not enough are


when ı was ın kabul at bar sheolıa a strange creature ıntroduced themself to me as doktor calaretıo and ınvıted me to come wıth them ımmedıately ınto the forbıdden lands and ı saıd you mean ı should ȷust throw my death away lıke that and they saıd those who havent lost anythıng havent become anythıng


we are a blınd specıes lost ın the streets of a strange cıty


ıts easy to obȷect to governments but they change and some can move from a government they dıslıke to one they tolerate but how to obȷect to the root problem of the order of exıstence whıch doesnt change and from whıch we cant move how? ın sadoo


prıncıples for manufacturıng an ıllumınated patascrıpt

physıcally large and heavy

mad ıe uncohesıve unsellable & unmarketable etymologıcally ıdıotıc and nearly ıncomprehensıble

beauty and uglıness ındıstınguıshable

handmade over many years

vulgar and holy

polychromatıc polytextured polymorphous and polysemantıc

wondrously ınımıtable and ınımıtably wondrous

ınfınıtely expandable

profoundly belongıng to the famıly and lıneage of booQ