diaper dialogues i

sadoo diaper was trotting along by the causeways of the world one otum day, the sun joyful and dying behind veils of clouds, darkness pulled across the leafy earth like a duvet in liminal sleep, not quite neighing (this sadoo typically in human form), but making sounds rising from those spaces existing on definitional edges, when rev bonobo lopped along remotely, synthesizing

i am an armless potato at the top of a staircase of night says rev bonobo

i am a tessellated splitend of a pygmy tau neutrino i say

you don’t seem to be doing much

i don’t have much to do

is that because you’ve done everything or the frequencies of your tessellations are what we might call mismatched with those other frequencies in the bouncing horror of the present?

or?

and. and or or or or or and and and and and and …

… everything’s now the same. i’ve traveled for decades through the differences of things and i’ve named the names and cried the cries and dreamt the dreams and fell into the trapdoors and listed the lists and here i am. whether i trot along or tutor a student or chop bok choy or make love or eat the children of god, it is the same

then why trot along? why not sit and do nothing?

the body moves

all we are are apes with language

all we are is language with flesh

and we beheld its gory

edward?

diaper

do you have any words of wisdom for humanity?

don’t drink contaminated water, memorize 103 words each day, walk on grass in bare feet as much as possible, don’t listen to humanity more than any other species, if you don’t enjoy doing something or if you enjoy doing something that causes others to not enjoy themselves stop, every once in a while put a happyface whiffwaff ball in your asscrack, mostly ignore society and ignore social media more, don’t wet the bed on tuesdays, whenever the doorbell rings …

you call this wisdom?

i call this words, wisdom’s too much like whiz dumb

homophones don’t prove anything

neither do scientists

that’s not true

there is my wisdom

in contradiction or nonsense?

or?

and. and or or …

once upon a time jill and jack or jill and jill or jack and jack or all of them are tumbling down a hill making love and laughing when a rapid rabid badger gallops from a sett biting their genitals off. this causes jacks to go bankrupt and hang themself and jills go mad and the badger be cured of its rabidity

is there a moral to the story?

etiology’s pretty random

that’s not much of a moral

neither’s morality

is this what you were thinking about trotting along the causeways?

by

what?

by the causeways

by the causeways?

what?

we’re not getting very far

we’ve gone from there to here, like always

is every journey the same?

every journey is itself and all the others

why move then?

the body moves

why body?

i’m a tessellated splitend of a tipsy urino tau i say. i want to bot along the ozways of the whirled, suns joyful dying, darkness dancing light to tunes of damaged earths, not quite neighing, faking sounds, others lopping long remotely, synthetically persisting. and i do

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diaper dialogues

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                                                                                    insomnia stories for adults

                                                 or     communication as it really happens

                                                         thinking as it really is

                                                   philosophy the way it can’t be taught

                                                                                                  words in the raw

                                                                                                                              or     chatting for the obscure

                                                                or     scatological sentience

                                                       votes for poop!

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coming soon to a secular sadoo near yoo

things inconstant

consuming art is no virtue compared to the destructions of explicitly mercantile consumptions, despite any autorighteousness various culture puffs claim. art – to get to us – voraciously destroys in orders of magnitude not dissimilar to those of straightup capitalism, even when its ostensible content is cultural critique. so art is the rough inheritor of the hypocrisies of institutional religion and we who eat it the devout who bloody our knees on the hard steps leading to cathedrals of nowhere

everything we need to know and admire is in a square metre of soil

heresiarch t’t smesa, mycogod, has humans, fungi, plants, and bacteria working in conscious concert for the planet’s health. in a world in which humans can’t even cooperate with themselves let alone other species (surely we’re entitled to eat everything!) … what cross-kingdom collaboration!

new dreams –

i envision landscapes customized with mycelial matrices

how can i align myself with any system that depends fundamentally on force and fear for its survival?

it may be the distance between the ‘greatest’ human and the ‘least’ is greater than the distance between the ‘least’ human and the monkey (though this seems insulting to monkeys), but the distance between the ‘greatest’ human and god (consciousness, the everything of all) is far greater than that former distance. and so i mistrust the measures of the human, which focus on the former gap and not the latter, to humanity’s false aggrandisement, its delusional placement at the lead (but there is no lead) on the universe’s vast gameboard, and the degradation and soiling of its only home

humans envied the fear produced in them by nature. they wanted to be that cause (the cause of themselves?). technology has been a vehicle to that being. and now we scramble with each other to be near the top of the heap of fear (or any top of any fearpile). but humans are insufficient to be nature’s replacement, with or without technology. we can only be infinitesimal aspects

this rising talk on consciousness, while not unwelcome – is it not just mapping the extant god-mystic talk onto other language sectors? science the slow rather inept reason that has to plod along to even partially and belatedly translate what mysticism’s been advocating for millennia

humans evolve from the butterfly of childhood to the caterpillar of adulthood, often promoting their slow earthboundness, their voracious eating, as wisdom or necessity. if their slowness emerged from a true intimacy with the earth rather than a regulatory morass, a bureaucratic indolence, and an inability to transcend exploitation and extinction, who would not celebrate?

earth cannot be reduced to human flesh

human flesh cannot bear this burden

a function of therapy is to (re)integrate humans into society, but this society is precisely what has become questionable as a worthy habitat for living

autism might be a reflex response of the human to the preponderance of the human

from sin to mental illness through alienation – these adaptive cultural concepts, bludgeons of orthodoxy, linguistic cages for the gap between our barbarisms and our vision (which – despite the close of medieval war, religion, and torture, despite the death of god and heaven’s crumbling – hasn’t diminished but only grown!:

our barbarisms expanded through technology and unbridled pervasive attitudes of human supremacy, our idealism transferred from another life to this one)

polypolars, having to develop techniques to stave off madness and chaos, being experimenters in the unnamed, having within them myriad sets of eyes all gazing and blinking, …

… when a polypolar goes solo into the desert with those eyes and the landscape becomes nothing but eyes, eyes on eyes and in eyes, …

being a polypolar primarily involves the arts of waiting and psychic customs procedures – waiting for travel permits and arrangements, crossing borders and the various attendant rites, of exiting and entering domains, policies rarely written and when they are obscurely in obscure texts

what are we, demented followers of polluted and violent mirrors, we who drink from the shallow glass of ourselves and think we eat well?

the mathematics of mysticism

we are spheres

we are earth but not the earth

spheres of light

we are magnetic, but infinitely

not two poles, but uncountable

expanding

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future belongs to masturbation machines

the soft nazism of capitalism, shooting the schulzes of our democratic age slowly in the head. the bullet takes years, even decades, to enter, enough time for everyone to forget (if they ever remembered or even knew) anything happened other than the schulzes were obviously idiots and went mad and died too young through their own faults. this is capitalism’s genius, inherited and transformed from the parents and grandparents it has conveniently and necessarily disowned (christianity and judaism) – complete absolution through the pure (that is, freed of flesh) indulgence system of money

she wears her orgasms like a flashing neon tiara

in the city aren’t we already buried in humans? and then we have social media for … for what … so that we can watch ourselves squirming in the grave?

the bain. operating at the middling frequencies of television, frequencies force-subsidized by the entire seething captive human lunacy

these associations – that community is fraternity, god (or even love – is anything itself?) love, humans (or any partial human group) superior, the future friendly, the family wholesome, growth sustainable, … do they indicate much beyond humanity’s imbecility, all subject to melville’s deconstruction of the false relation of whiteness and goodness in moby-dick’s 42^nd chapter?

society facebook in three-dimensions. how we interact with the human world primarily a matter of our dimensionality preferences. the social mystic – a creation possible only in the digital age – a facebook junkie. those of us futilely and comically trying to cling to the fragmenting mystic raft (the one made of books and voids) on the raging voracious ocean of technology laugh, but as soares as he wanders the tattered pages of his mind

sometimes facing up to the truth is just too hard

when the facts are distressing it is easier to reframe or ignore them

 around the world only a few have truly faced up to the facts about global warming ...

it's the same with our own deaths;

we all "accept" that we will die,

but it is only when our death is imminent that we

(perhaps)

confront the true meaning of our mortality

the idea that we can shop our way to sustainability

is no more ludicrous than shagging our way to virginity

facebook. bacefook. basefuck. the major tech companies (google, apple, microsoft, intel …) all with names so easily vulgarized (but with the right mind, what isn’t easily vulgarized?)

opisthokonts on bicycles on urban streets like rabbits in the human world in watership down

urban darkness – which is hardly darkness – settles in this northern city in late october, experiencing a warmth in the past reserved for a month before. but this was all in the seed of the garden in genesis, when domination and subjugation were lumbered onto the tracks of history, and humans wound the limited clock on the face of their mythic supremacy, and stood in the camaraderie of war to build the doomed tower to their fate

they killed me but like you i forgot to die

sadood

we feature today a rare interview with sadoo diaper who we under

stand recently has been dressing up and roaming city streets alone. sadoo! – we know you’re strange but isn’t this a bit much?

most days it isn’t but sometimes i get home and think i should have done a k less or so.

i mean socially.

socially?

society, while in this case moderately and superficially tolerant, has, like everything, its limits, and it’s given to excise any excessively aberrant aspect to guarantee its own survival.

shouldn’t it then be excising itself? look. it’s possible various specimens among the masses don’t like my makeup or sartorial expression but that’s neither illegal nor even particularly aberrant. at worst some might consider it to be unfashionable, incomprehensible, distasteful, irrelevant, inappropriate or obnoxious.

but why are you doing this?

i gave up on why many years ago. and giving up on why led to giving up on you and i and he and she and it and they. this led me to give up on doing. the copulative followed. so you see your question is more or less an empty set of emptiness. if anything, i’m doing this to not do.

what do you mean sadoo? or should it be sanotdoo?

snotdoo might
doodoo. i mean (if i mean, which i doubt, often finding meaning too mean) that i may be dooing but i’m dooing without purpose (dooing with purpose we could call doing) and this without is linked somehow to this biochemical technical conglomerate (what we could call the inhabited body that maintains an appearance of speaking in the republic of the present) being attuned to different frequencies than those emitted by the worlds of doing – those worlds we could for

convenience call capitalism and which we humans are all now born into, regardless of any attunement with it, rousing all manner of defects and strategies among the misattuned for survival – a survival that isn’t simply an animal protection of their singularities but an aspect of attempting to nurture (rather than destroy) biodiversity, which surely exists not only in the forests and oceans of the world but also our cities and souls, these new and critical habitats.

i’m not sure i follow.

no need to follow.

could you try to be less difficult and restate in language that more of our audience might be able to follow?

capitalistic structures and processes work great for some of the human population (but hardly outside the human). it’s hard to quantify this as most humans are automatically enculturated into capitalism and never question it. if i’m protesting i might be protesting (most generally) humanity's strategic imbecility (and tactical implementations of this imbecility) – that as a species we're investing most of our time, money, and energy into our hyperapex predator attributes (slaughtering more and better than anything else) and little into what for me is our most distinctive talent – a kind of empathic consciousness that allows us to contextualize ourselves (individually and collectively) as part of vast and intelligent ecosystems and adapt our lives to this broader knowledge. more specifically, objecting to anthropocentrism (speciesism), its concomitant ecological degradation – and the political-lifestyle machineries we in our mob conformity are enculturated into.

how will people get that – you look like the offspring of a

jovian clown and the dropped insides of a second generation laptop?

i was told today i look like goku. but your question’s misplaced – it assumes there’s something to get, that my presentation – whether through image or text – is a tradable commodity on the image-text exchange. to put it another way, judeochristiancapitalistic society wears reason on its body of unreason. i wear unreason on my body of reason.

what?

next – sadood ii