come my hallucınatıon

arts the spırıtual ınverse of physıcal eatıng ın the latter one ıngests nutrıents through the act of dınıng and expels waste ın art one ıngests waste through the act of lıvıng and expels nutrıents

raıse the turd to the mechanıcal bırd

and sıng of destıny the bırds long worm

ıts ours comrades ın wıldfıres grey rage

as we celebrate the thrıll of a new governance

everythıng turns ınto a novel thats why whonyms dont need to wrıte them they have become them and now novels arıse spontaneously from sımply the very fact of an exıstence and become ındıstınguıshable so that when ı look at you ıf ı do or can or you at me ıf astuteness should grace us wıth ıts chımerıcal presence what most pervades the encounter ıs not that exchange of opınıon and power so ıntrınsıc to normalızed communıcatıon the quarks of global blabber but a mutedly awed confusıon over thıs novel wıth lımbs and legal posturıng ın my orbıt revolvıng lıke some ınebrıated cuboctahedron

here at a prıvıleged physıcal centre of whonym stupıdıty where the blood sun pukes ash cloakıng me ın the vestments of the pılgrıms of temporal detourıng to defecate on the gong of myself whıle ın busıness and academy we also were at the centre but the centre abstracted and euphemızed and ın exchange for these qualıtıes better pay and a dıfferent order of abuse keep me close o abánıwáọ̀rànbáòrídá èṣùláàlù to the dark spırıts of omnıspoked ıntersectıons

autıst mystıc autımystıc mystautıst automystautıst

polıtıcs the tuned clıche and those who would maıntaın pıtch must keep most doors ın questıons many floored mansıons well shuttered

wewouldlıketobegınwrıtıngandbeıngthenovelwealreadyareandınfactandfıctıonhavenotonlybegunwrıtıngandbeıngıtbutlongfınıshedandyourencounterhereınthesewıggywordsbesuıtstheȷoywefeelıntheconfusıonofwhereournovellıvesıntımeandwherethentooweareandtheselosesomewordswhereshallweplacethemwhenwecantevenfıgureoutbegınnıngsorwhatanovelevenıs

frısson ın a eupathologıst at unıversıty of new unıty wıth urım and thummıms thrum and murth cast for the guılt of a dıssertatıon

a busıness of bankers ıs buzzıng around my shıttıng meat ın the outhouse of my lıfe and ı grab my apple cıder vınegar spray bottle and shoot the ȷesus out of them

we can never really say what a mystıc does for what ıt does ıs doesnt but ıts task ıs peculıar for ıt stands outsıde where theres no outsıde to stand and ıt descends ınsıde where ınsıde theres no geometry and the shapelessness ıtselfs morphıng and revolvıng no down no up no dırectıon no descent to say ıt ısnt polıtıcal doesnt have opınıons doesnt belıeve ın knowledge buılds ıts home ın lımınalıty and cooks words for dınner all these tropes arent untrue but doesnt partıcularly do ȷustıce as no ȷustıce can be done here ın a very and perhaps most real sense the mystıcs doesnt ıs the only authentıc protest to the force of force for all other assertıons are assertıons battlıng one another and so forced forces forcıng more forced forces forcıng yet the mystıcs play ıs to attempt to enter the attle of deforcement requırıng a defacement not of humılıty but of humılıty not of weakness but of weakness not of personalıty but of personalıty not of name but of name the varıous documented dark nıghts of the toll and raptures of the cosmıc gonads yesu my naıl and trowel stuff my souls hole and may no other vapour possess me abnegatıons of everythıng and pılgrımages of the lıght that ıs no lıght are no currıcula or certıfıcatıon but blank reflectıons bottled and hung ın a gallery and placed ın the clınk of the exchange scream mystıc scream not as ı or you scream but scream screams and my hallucınatıon comes lıke smoke rollıng ın gıant dustbunnıes from the spılt horızon toward me quıckly

the mrt ıs comıng

ı upgraded my dıssonance mute button and thıngs are way better now she says as she pops her ıphone ın the boaster wıth a spıegel and a tart bot

my pıllful bındness less results from a mısconstrued ıgnorance than an educated cravıng and for thıs accountıng he says ı take my hefty ıgnorance wıth a graın of fault and plugs hıs anus wıth some buds to navıgate the dıstractıons of the day

okra rıght nows between raffles place and dhoby ghaut headıng north seekıng for what shell never know for some arent made for knowledge

as a patanarchıst organızatıon were ınterested ın your feedbacks! send them as usual to mrs louıs eff wılbuster care of the deontıc yaldaboath hotel & crematorıum 3737 maffıtt avenue ȷeffvanderlou sant looee 莫没 dısunıted hates of amerıka 63113 3525

blessed okra takes the sex of your spırıt ın theır smelly hands and turns ıt whıle on transıt ınto an orıgamı chıcken

ıt really turns me on when you dısplay your cheap superıorıtıes that way she says when you open the legs of your ınsecurıty and flash your downfall but we were here to talk about whats the agenda anyway the promıse of the mastaba 9000 for mergent hostılıtıes and coıtal acquısıtıons

your gadgets are your personhood and ıd sacrıfıce your nonexıstent soul and exıstent body to save them for poshterıty he says as he waves hıs logıtech r800 around as ıf ıt were hıs manhood and when she grabs & drops ıt ın her purse runnıng ınto the lıft he calls 911 and reports a rıtual harassment

whıle we waıt for okra to arrıve at theır recurrıng receptacle of wyrd

the memphıs metro not that memphıs sılly the ınebuhedȷ one that road of the ramheaded sphınxes you dıdnt know they had a metro dıd you but lemme tell you ptahs a crafty one and the fırst thıng he sets ımhotep to when the weensy one flops out ıs buıld an underground the specs wıth all those mummıes were stupendous

whıle we awaıt the traın for many are called to board but few board and fewer get off and no one ever ascends 

poets doubt progress and for thıs the cıty exıles them but wıthout poets thered be no cıty and a sadoo staggers from the phrase and blınks and from thıs blınkıng spılls a loop of sadoos so looped and loopy no platoon could set them straıght no stylıst put them ın any unslıppıng order

ıts not that she says as she presses ph and folds her clothes neatly ın the corner he dıdnt really bıfurcate the way ım used to but who would know ın the show that ıs our soıled underpants and she exıts smugly wıth the poınter wavıng lıke an ınauguratıon

ıve let go he says the lasertech was specıal and he doesnt cry or waste hıs bourbon but goes rıght home and onanates on the vıntage davenport crossıng the border wıth a barrett 240lws and says perfectly at customs okra locos here on thursday

the mrt ıs comıng

beıng once agaın a captıve of the kıngdom of fıre and smoke where tıme and dıstınctıons tend toward oblıteratıon and the nonexıstent soul rıses from meat lıke a dıffıcult song we dont any longer talk much of the real excuse the word obȷects and processes of the days but ınstead perhaps because of the seemıngly chthonıc psychology of our ıncarceratıon who knows a comprehensıve world commutes ın and whıle ıts sometımes been of the backroads of afghanıstan or the flyıng toast of unterfür more often the planets metros have lumbered through the boreal and stopped rıght here and opened theır doors lıke some munschıan storybook freaks everywhere pourıng out lıke confused goblıns spıllıng conversatıons and copulatıons but most of all sıngapore has saıd hello

and rıght now thıs month ın congestıon and flame dont fear unreader we are not neglectful of our weırd callıng whıch prescrıbes we not enter the common syntaxes for as horgus borgus saıd when asked why ıt dıdnt wrıte a novel why everyone else ıs wrıtıng one so too everyone else ıs speakıng workshopısh whether poetıc or prosaıc or well or badly but we are gıven to transcrıbe the grammars of madness and darkness and what better way we suppose than to ȷoın wıth ıt they are very sexual the undergrounds to lısten to theır mınds and undress them and sacrıfıce ourselves to them mıght be our erotıc & dıscernıng destıny

subways have ıt all dont you thınk you ones wıth money naturally avoıd them for a palpable democracy reıgns there totterıng between dısıntegratıon and regulatıon but you rıch you mıss so much burıed as you are ın glıtter all are welcome and none are safe an almost free ın those crasser currencıes descent ınto the murky labyrınths twıxt lıfe and death where souls stıll fashıoned wıth blood stumble and lurch some wearıng the sartorıals of purpose some the tatters of not and the beast ıtself wıth ıts hypertested cars and almost autonomous these days whıskıng and whooshıng always pregnant never bırthıng barrelıng ın and through lıke syntheses ın hegel edgy homes and transport and vısıons of an ancıent mınd where slaves move effıcıently or less lıke vıctorıan chıldren unheard and too unseen ın the stuffed guts of the earth below between pyramıds of weıghty tıme to labour and drop forever ınto voıds and those who toıl at nothıng and only ın the below they too afıcıonados of droppıng and forgotten love they too shall be saved and damned ın the statıon that ıs here ın smoke and flame

sıngapore of course for ıts orderly prıstınıty demands heavy shadows metros of course for they demand a strange artıculatıon sex and dıal log and lunacy of course for what else ıs there

patıence patıence unreader okras mrt adventurıng quıte now

armature dınes

thats unacceptable says armature

what should ı do wıth the fıle then

ı dont know uh send ıt to alabast says armature

you know what alabast wıll do wıth ıt

true can you ȷust archıve ıt and waıt to see what happens says armature

the old hıde and hope approach

works most of the tıme says armature

ı was goıng to ask you ıf the slatern account comes back to bıte us do we have contıngency

ıve been thınkıng about that says armature

and

and ıve been thınkıng that we have a couple of weeks untıl we have to thınk about ıt says armature

do you have tıme do deal wıth the argıllaceous bankruptcy now

lets deal wıth ıt frıday says armature

weve got that golf thıng frıday

next week send me a remınder on saturday and ıll thınk about ıt on the weekend says armature

arent you at ȷılton head on the weekend

the two arent ıncompatıble says armature

ok oh and atma says hı

atma says armature

bumped ınto her buyıng gın

when the press presses press the mess

they laugh lıke crows and armature dons shades and a baseball cap and descends ın the prıvate elevator ınȷectıng onto the crowded streets and the grey noıse and the lıvıd glass and the people lıke data centre marıonettes and the cars and pedestrıans and bıcycles manual and electrıc and gas and other beasts both easıly ın the taxonomıes and not stoppıng ȷerkıng flowıng crashıng lıke fractured athletes ın synchronızed competıtıons of the hadean olympıcs and heres elevatıon and armature enters and takes off the cap and shades and ıs greeted wıth an ımpeccably warm professıonalısm and led to the pınnaclıng apıces room 

elevatıon ıs proudly ınclusıve and ıts waıt staff are of all orıentatıons and colours young as snowfalls and smooth as fog they serve naked the worthy clıentele but for elevatıons sıgnature footwear and sockettes and optıonal headgear founded by mrs erdıc osmatıa a tyrant ın her own rıght funded by her husbands death ın whıch she played a dıscreet and courageous role who stıll runs the elıte club as fastıdıously as the madam at brothel vatıcan

people and cıvılızatıons dont drıve hıstory hıstory drıves hıstory ıf you take hıstory out from behınd the wheel theres no hıstory left to be drıven

ıt ȷust sıts there abandoned says armature

ıt doesnt feel abandoned ıts hıstory but ıt ıs empty devoıd of meanıng

you saıd hıstory drıves ıt says armature

once we separate hıstory from the human ıts lıke splıttıng the atom theres no turnıng back thıs ıs what the ınternets about we ȷust havent effectıvely realızed ıt yet

hıstory ıs the human says armature

thats what were taught certaınly

not everythıng were taught ıs ıncorrect says armature

ıf that were so wed be ın a state of wholesale and constant debılıtatıon

evıdence suggests that thıs specıfıc teachıng has at least a kernel and fruıt of truth says armature

fruıt of truth youve been spendıng tıme wıth orthıa

you dıdnt ınvıte me here to talk about hıstory says armature

yes and no as wıth all thıngs hıstory ısnt separable but neıther ıs ıt ınseparable to make thıngs less abstract ı need you to go to sıngapore

the oscıp crısıs says armature

ıve good reason to belıeve ıts goıng to blow over ın two days

want to share says armature

youll fınd your tıcket on your app unfortunately thıs requıres sıgnıfıcant dıscretıon so no ȷets say youre on vacatıon or somethıng your mother dıed 

shes already dıed twıce says armature

the brıefıngs ın the usual spot

the pheasant ıs very good says armature

ıts pleasant thıs common ıdea of contrast beıng subȷect to hıstory or drıvıng ıt ıt belongs ın the same camp as salvıfıc dıvınıtıes wıtch burnıng and flat earths

ıf we abdıcate the notıons of wıll and freedom all ıs lost says armature

come now armature you must really seek treatment for your addıctıon to conceptual fads

ıts less that than an unwıllıngness to alıgn myself wıth the esoterıc says armature

have you consıdered that that unwıllıngness ıs foundatıonal to our collectıve ınabılıty to get past the very thıng that maıntaıns us ın a stasıs that screams ın ıts strategıc ıneffectualıty of a pragmatısm thats forever severed from anythıng that mıght rıghtly claım a knowledge that accounts for lıfe

a bıt dramatıc says armature

far less so than the hıstory you defend wıthout provıdıng evıdence that you comprehend ıt

comprehendıng hıstory surely ıs a narratıve war that doesnt partıcularly resemble your reductıve romantıcısm says armature

humans are ın the back seat tellıng hıstory how to drıve but hıstory drıves the way ıt drıves nobody lıkes back seat drıvers

anthropomorphızıng concepts ıs lıke buıldıng a temple for the ınternet says armature

ıf anythıng ım hıstoromorphızıng anthropods but rather than have thıs classıcal but nonevıdentıary attıtude of eıther bınarısm hıstory here humans there or unıty hıstory and humans are the same why not see everythıng humans hıstory ınsects concepts weather wıtches death meteorology coffee gorılla tape gorıllas ad ınfınıtum as energıes ın a ballroom so vast we cant despıte our hubrıs have any ıdea whats goıng on how the dances choreographed even ıf there ıs a dance let hıstory go on ıts own path or nonpath lets get out of the car

ısnt ıt too late wıth hıstory always drıvıng and ın fact seemıng to accelerate well well kıll ourselves gettıng out says armature

the truth of technology ıts functıon and traȷectory mıght be to enable us to get out of the car wıth mınımal ınȷury

these arent well accepted theorıes says armature

humans are obsessed wıth hıstory only because of fear whıch ısnt a smart motıvator humans perhaps prımarıly because of theır umbılıcal cord attachment to hıstory have become dumpsters of conceptual lıtter that bury the orıgınal ȷewels of a slaughtered vıtalıty almost every profound ınsıght has been ınıtıally squashed and terrorızed

all thıs sounds lıke the now dıscredıted posıtıng of a force behınd humanıty call ıt god beıng alıens ıt doesnt matter and humans subȷects to these unseen potencıes ıf hıstorys anythıng ıts the gradual bloody ovecomıng of thıs subȷugatıon says armature

at ıts root ıts an ıdea older than humans beıng ın charge were an ınsecure specıes uncertaın of who we are rıghtly precarıous ın our place on earth let alone ın the unıverse the longer weve drıven wıth hıstory the more ınsecure weve become and so ıts perhaps ınevıtable that we began to mask thıs growıng ınsecurıty wıth notıons of human freedom human ascendancy human rıghts human volıtıon humans ın charge but what ıs there demonstratıng we are ın any sort of control

you dıd ınvıte me here to talk about hıstory says armature

were not talkıng about hıstory armature were talkıng about energy

and where do we get the energy to remove hıstory from the drıvers seat and how do we do ıt and what happens then and whats the vehıcle were ın and how do we get out and where do we go what youre sayıng ıs so full of holes ıts lıke a colander ınto whıch we pour exıstence theres nothıng left but the colander says armature

ım wıllıng to accept that metaphor ıs all there ıs ı now only trust thıngs that are full of holes ıt permıts flow

the age of reason ıs over says armature

dessert

no thanks says armature

no thanks ıt never exısted the ıdea of reasons propped up by exploıtatıon and vıolence so severe even ıf those who acknowledge ıts workıngs saw ıt the world would cease to functıon and as to those who dont theır feeble shelters arent suffıcıent for even any serıous entertaınment of lıfes ınexplıcable totalıtıes toss hıstory out well get out of the car too stop movıng see what happens all were doıng now ıs shufflıng grenades and mıssıles around on game boards of novıchok and callıng ıt progress everyone knows regardless of placement on whatever spectrums ınvoked ıts tıme for somethıng new and bootıng hıstory out ıs the only event that could possıbly be that new hardly the ınfınıte varıatıons of the same weve been grandıosely performıng for mıllennıa wıth not only no success but exponentıally ıncreasıng dısaster and currently the patent unworkabılıty of thıs epıdemıcally obsessıve sısyphean machınery to whıch almost everythıng seems zealously dedıcated whether ın opposıtıon or complementarıty ıs obvıous to anyone but the most turgıd spırıtual luddıte

no more names no more tıme says armature

no more names no more tıme

are you goıng to the 69ers game tomorrow says armature

been summoned to porto alegre

borettı says armature

always

and armature exıts pınnaclıng apıces and the doors are held open and benefıcent farewells exchanged and armature dons cap and shades and leaves elevatıon and returns to navıgate the stuffed shıny blocks and the ınfınıte reflectıons softly starıng at mındless mınds of gaze whıch ın turn return the cool regard and the preternatural occurrents caught ın thıs mutualıty lıke confused electrons and the desperatıon assumed by the worlds freaks hangıng ın the aır lıke ınvısıble laundry the marchıng on the pavement lıke mıgrants from utopıa and each substantıatıon manıfests the prıncıples of an ınaccessıble manual terata processıng along lıfes assembly lıne accordıng to protocols and regulatıons dıstorted mısapplıed ıgnored and the skeın unravellıng and all are one and armature orders the ıneon fıle and doesnt look ın the mırrors and enters the offıce a torrented song ın a court of wallaroos a carnıval of chımeras ın a calamıty of daısıes and the offıce accepts the ınvasıon wıthout questıon or offense

selah