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the curse of the poet is upon us
we have learned to breathe blood
and nothing is real
intelligence is the process and
practice of routinely cancelling itself
the marriage of yotta- and homo
sapiens with death officiating
the potentially fatal
contradiction in liberal diversity projects while other populist options are less
appealing that the former can only apply itself to evolutionary aspects that
perpetuate injustice and conformity through that ruse that shuffles words and
pointers and bodies around on the gameboard of technicized nature and applies
to this shuffling half the words – the words that nobilize its efforts … this
is the problematic shape of human time progressive politics cannot speak
death isnt doing enough
were not getting death working
for us
physical death itself isn’t a sufficient
evolutionary policy –
(waiting for the old guard the
old ideas the repressive regimes the stodgy generation to die)
(to trust natality!
remains a common tactic and hope
but evidence for its efficacy seems lacking)
when we speak of the efficacy of what is commonly called mental illness what do we
mean?
the
genius of mutancy
a
wildcard of experimentation and nonconformity
the
hard brilliance of sacrifice
new
geometries of darkness
necessary
composting shadows of the loud feasts of hierarchies
questions
the
inefficacy of what is called mental health
become excited if you wish by
esotericism its visions and romps they
arent untrue they have their sustenances
and seductions it rests though on the
arts of margins and margins to be margins live on names edges and you lover of
esotericism of places outside whose home is the outerclass whose role in
spiritualsocial linguistics is voicelessness will lose your excitement and
fulfill your fates with neither abuse nor affirmation
inner
hidden reenchanting rejected withins of withins
and while were blabbing of class
where is the blab about all those other prepositions?
not just outerclass but para-
syn- meta- pata- through- by- alongside- …?
油炸圈餅
deep fried circle bun
donut
lessons in etymology
and you over there … sadoo! … sadoo in
the dirty white clothing
uirwq
why are you so delusional
delusion is for me the only path
but this is insane
not
just delusion but delusion piled on delusion
on delusion
you need help
what
i mean by this is going to the bottom of play
thats not what delusion means
my
delusion does because i place myself
in its bottom
youre ludicrous
and
youre a venereal gwagwa con
im outta here
you
never came in
in the end (though there is no end) all ive been
is
another animal gasping for god
