a vort is a very short story which has ≦81 words a word being ≦81 contiguous letters
a collection of 81 vorts is a chivort pronounced ʃəṿṽøɍⱦ
each vort in this chivort handassembled in the factory of vort has a unique number of words
we deeply hope that future productions will include chivorts of vorts having 81 words precisely
as well as other amalgams of import and fancy
a chivort in which each vort has 81 words precisely is a tatscerse
1. in an increasingly rare moment of partial lucidity inan walks from its ward nine room past the sleepy nurses station and through the window overlooking avenue mcvon de la bin rather than remain in the now mostly pervasive stupor of institutional care and obligatory familial concern
2. we dont see each other or even ourselves she says climbing to tesseractic envy on the back of new virtue while he almost nostalgizes about the sloppily clandestine night with ovala in that twostar hotel in jarvillelamalgrange as she clambers over his face reminding him of a distant humiliation
3. in a universe of nights wyrfta finds joy in desolation and vitality in alienation and says upon the findings with only moderate surprise havent i always at least while i slept known that madness hid within it countless jewels?
4. while doktor at'ab argues eruditely for vortory the dominant yogyakarty school enforces through collegial shaming the orthodox vort
5. i begin the days with an exorcism and cast myself out
6. it will take a long time to be born if it is born a fiction so murky so rich in inaction
7. and as microbes prologue in the scabrous south and an elsässischer wolfshund attacks the forest chicken then the boxes shall be broken down and a schneefräse will creep into your cuban smelling garage
8. they seep along the windows as if theyre somehow embarrassed by a presence that inadvertently emanates from them and would indicate to anyone qualified to discern such subtleties a kind of misplaced confidence in some concept or emotion in this case its hard to distinguish wouldnt you say that were it to exist might belie certain principles that otherwise remain necessary to maintain the pretense of the desperate identities they seem to have although none around notices anything at all
9. hyralda as if stoically suffering a vigil of its recently dead companion stares through the taped open flap down the newly built stairs into the fakecandlelit cellar with its reflectix insulation and horrormovie insinuations as if contemplating a descent to grant its metabolic waste to the lonely sandbox but it stays and stares and doesnt move
10. tad pinch dash smidgen drop says tomoko to its cauldron in response to the pot calling the dope an absence of colour and then all the styx break loose and the communication goes hiroshima and theres no burn thats controlled in the heat that spills onto the aching floor that reminds tomoko of its slain papa by the range by the vehement tattered and the sight still aggressive in its dreams in the recurringly bereft night
11. doktor yarloca a disgraced vortoriographiologist perambulates purposelessly long institutionalized corridors gazing into mirrors of dried bureaucratic excrescence listening to the other inmates innuendos and their little clocklike celebrations of some schadenfreude
12. chisida has developed slowly the capacity to make its piss smell like whatever vegetable its dreamt of the previous night and to dream of whatever vegetable it purchased that day and to purchase whatevers on sale at the nine peaches market near the corner of chakkavaratti and zibethinus unsigned off a scungy ginnel where kitsune pester the pottering and besetted clientele
13. irog ansdu hangpersonelect of mouldania slabbers mawingly to a pandemonium of mikes
14. fleeting fleeting are the ducks
15. reason and betrayal had gradually wrapped their powerful faith around him and though he didnt believe technically in them their shell for it was as if they had become his home directed him to wander among the less desirable city parks and sit on marginal shaded benches and mumble about the murky sensations that lived in him like a fog hinting in his marrow that he had lost something that he had for so long thought was irrevocable
16. sitting in the cold morning on the toilet alone in the large house as his portly feces are birthed and a govita stock clerk slashes a jackaroo behind an opuntia aurantiaca that first form mistake which has it turns out effectively ruined his entire life oppresses him yet again reducing the defecative pain and the cold houses cold morning air
17. ill cut my ear she threatens as he maneuvers with the burrmill to emphasize the shaming
18. sauerkraut cauliflower oats citrus nutveese vausage eggs? the constable deciphers through the blood and jokes to the wife soon after he comes home that hes going to vausage her later and she grimaces inside as she realizes theres been another vegan butchery
19. i never have sex with strangers she says thinking that from a certain perspective of universal siblinghood no ones really a stranger and he feels safe in her words knowing she really doesnt have what he considers friends
20. breasts cast around broken chaisres like apparati of a shadow mass crashed by wrecked priests on a sloshed pilgrimage to altars of loveless cum
21. the loved ones do little stabs on the battlefields of silence stab for stab and stab for stab and always hows it tasting?
22. there was no way to say anything she had smartly barricaded in the night of words all avenues of speaking there were only insinuations that had to be so ambivalent they became mirrors of that language those philosophers and mystics speak about that in its plenitudes of meaning collapses like a nonagenarian on an icy walkway and the caring indifferent bystanders wondering only will it get up for yet another lonely round?
23.
just another whonym who ends itself
or begins itself in that other way
the society of zero
always beginning
24. she knew that fighting for the kind of society depicted in her drawings and scattered throughout her texts would involve endlessly replaying the same battles against forces far more organized and better funded than she and who could face the frustration and exhaustion that would ensue? preferable is the country of extraordinary imagination
25. im not here to be stronger than you
26. but it must be that i am constantly i and chaos and am i in every remnant of i though iteratively traumatized versions of i on the cliffs meeting some future or past twin or ghost or murderer of i
27. im becoming savage and hostile but just emotionally she responds as if this were somehow more acceptable
28. she glances occasionally across the street at the house its vaguely haunted fenestration hoping though she cant admit this to herself even after dreaming of his body searing on the stove to glimpse him he never leaves after all and what are neighbours for? and the street like all streets so close to the edge of the world
29. nothing makes me laugh as much as truth she says fingering the soiled lime liner of her savory rose black cherry vegan frosted fairycake as if it were the preserved head of a cannibalized baby discovered at grottes de goyet by the renowned doktor twılda ж vən mal E{ξ1}>1 on its fifth dig with the then surprisingly unknown vrkấs in lusty tow to an impervious child
30. fruit
31. a perilous concupiscent maladroit having carved out like all its gated community of ı only then but not entirely strategically rises on conformist virtue to asperate its foes
32. as a rugged bleached sun belabors up an overwrought edge of a gynodioecic world spores from hoags object splash into houses of anonymity whose blueprints were bypassed in the interests of a collapsed nomenclature
33. the narrow female can be seen emerging from the thicker males monoclinous canal below his ventral sucker as likia mounts pawdray on a tidal resonance to revenge mishtu for his infidelity with ckarmy rüää in the chemistry lab on the periodic table by ms dinga blotchs cubicle which reflames in likias imagebank as she rides the usable pawdray to an unfortunate end
34. im going to have to sleep again she says again? he says again and she goes down like a pack of dreams
35. i wouldnt use him as a standard for decades he abstractly tortured and slaughtered thousands of living creatures and while hes mostly stopped doing that at least with his own hands the other day he pounded with a brick a mouse to death hes simply transferred those homicidal traits to discourse a progression mirroring history generally to be sure but nevertheless he must be held accountable for assuming his environmental attributes
36. you all made me laugh so i wanted to make me laugh too he says yabut you didnt make us laugh she says yabut i made me laugh yabut we made us and you laugh but you only made you laugh yabut i thought it might make you laugh but it only made me laugh yabut you shouldve known it wouldntve made us laugh yabut humours not that predictable yabut we are yabut youre not yabut yabut
37. its ok my mothers not here he says it has nothing to do with your mother not being here i say you need my permission before you do that but its ok no ones watching its not ok unless i say its ok but it feels good and the academic light slides through the slits of the cheap blind indifferent to the strange transgression in study room b202
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39. its an unholy day they say and were going on madbook to post some semes of us eating giraffeburgers on the carousel at horny island though well regret it later and the anticipation of this regrets like that time on a whisperous safari as theyre being led through a pith of a slouch in manifold gloamings under fluctuant eyes
40. goadi moots a new rhamphostoma cess to a pukka bastis rickshawwallahs batchmates crib
41. one cant write without drugs she says convincingly these days as drugs have become the alphabet of the alphabet the code of the code but halamama in a spidery corner recalls a curse granny ı taught which until now she thought had been entirely useless
42. oh no not that place again!
43. mouse caught on sticky trap to avoid it suffering for days and my cat torturing it i slam a brick on its little body its looking up at me the first hit doesnt quite kill it and it twitches then the guts are everywhere
44. the last flower of its kind razed for an amazonian abattoir which has the impressive capacity of ten thousand head of cattle per month head and all the rest too the animals and flowers are forming an alliance in their silence and the whonyms flap noisily on their anxieties like flies in the busy privy of heaven
45. the news like a callow drone replaces the schizophrenia of weather and i enter the society of bones and use cowpie soap to scrub the menial alienation of the days
46. the banana isnt authentic she says authenticity hasnt existed since humans spoke she says haha and she eats and wins a grammy and contents all that matters and now and heres my power and let me wield my virtue like a fossil club the clubbers trump the trumpers hiss de history flush the forest hahaha
47. they all sound the same it says red and yellow crack and fight all are ferocious in the bright glean the little whonyms of the urls whom only dogs love and jesus has fled the earth dyed to look like a rose and planted in a pot pot in a slum of cosmic dust
48. kid b ludd luv shuvs ma 2side
49. i dont have anything relevant to say he says i speak not from relevance or irrelevance from weakness or power speaking or notspeaking from despair or hope what do you speak from then and why she says i dont know he says speakings just a state of matter the fifth she says zeroth it has no currency? its currency neither trades nor measures
50. all through the night the dying tailor sews and embroiders in his lithium house
51. a manipulative buddhist drunk on ashtanga scams the oldman for the advance of peace and is rewarded with the lingam of a longhaired yogi and they fall into it like a rigged deck of cards
52. thingsll be better when we remove ignorance poverty tyranny secularism doubt handouts religion discrimination men carnism whitepeople pollution oldpeople women greed government isms thoseguys inequality war vegans society death
53. we cant think too much these days as all were doing is thinking we think
54. a northern climate disallowing one much of the time to experience external space habitatizes the indweller to an interiority so squalled and wuthering torpid and quiescent the consequent quales and qualings manufacture in effect and vision a being barely recognizable in evolutionary psychology
55. janeysmith fucks
56. iliana almost nonchalantly places her last soiled neckercher in the overflowing bin and texts the now passed pypina thats it the worlds inane im crossing the border and pypinas phone plays love me tender and qiuqiu goes at her sweetbreads hungrily and ily turns on spotify while reaching for the zwilling
57. exhaustively ɦæūšçẖʈəģčꝁœⱴƒııƭćḫßż returns
58. in polished corners of night fresh whomyna rewrite the mirror test in a way that mirror and test are removed
59. love as a function of the imagination and only occasionally dripping into the world as if from a barely leaking toilet operates in the imagination analogously to the risk management function in a large corporation she says giggling stroking the sprawled belly of her furry paramour high as a fright drunk as a monk pale spark of the sky and dialect of a dying forest
60. chimpeta lao shqa booshqk sleeps away its lost friends and homes increasing night of memory and these species it has tried to simulate owl snake bat whonym in visage instead in psyche it reflects a dog and all this time its one last companion also of times phantoms too simulates but no species of any name for they join in sleep the sleepless ones and dream the hapless dreams
61. the published book is not only a form of anachronism but a source of evil would you include the ebook in your indictment? and what is publishing? societys a published book! then where would you flee to death? no not to death for it conquers life but love which conquers death ah that other form of book becomes dead as it exits life through an excess of love and so doesnt escape evil but builds a hidden hut within
62. the child is an offering without redemption she says peppering her sautéed uterus while notlightloving tosses a nearly damned rodent behind the shockingly red sodastream and who wouldnt be displeased to have a conversant nearby to tune into this compelling miniseries?
63. book offers to whonyms the purest portal through which to pass to bypass society it fails of course and in this failing is its purity
64. the sewergrate certainly looks highly attractive as an endgame technology
65. on a scratched wooden door in a mostly abandoned warehouse a cheap plastic sign lopsidedly hangs bureau of the desolate and mad and behind a lone detective of unclassified pedigree in zyyg jammy tops positions poinsettias jellybeans tiny plastic jungle animals on its modified genitalia hoping its obsession in the window across the alley so stunning in their trashed moping will fall in love
66. let blood be undone thou crimson children of technology
67. naishta picks up a novel in a bar the other fortnight and gets it sloshed as the galápagos they are underneath the table in a jiffy
68. seter pellers runs over folin kisser the sexophonist and the car denizens are weeping seters nowhere to be seen and my spouse lipy whos sexier than a barnyard toad says sad the death of the misplaced unseen
69. i die fall accidentally down the cliffs and it turns out just so all you still vertical whonyms have full disclosure the afterlife complex isnt what youve been told and the existentialists with all their tedious nothings are shown to be as patently stupid as weve always known them to be whats waitings an infinite dollarama not bad cant buy anything and the stockclerks are severe no bathrooms everyones naked but other than this
70. i call my bank today over some inconsequentiality i never call my bank i call my bank to avoid suiciding as the official helplines theyve set up will make me do it and do it horribly but my bank so indifferent scripted professional inept these are reasons to stay alive
71. one walks the path of sentimentality of denatured nature or one fights according to the infinite methods of fighting though these latter practically fall into the arenas of exotatica and esotatica and the latter in the present global regime unsanctioned she says i know how the virtuous practice their schadenfreude she retorts
72. night offers them their only opportunity for safety & vision as the proximate humans are sleeping and the others faraway bustling nonexistent in the night infinite protections
73. its as her liver starts failing that she begins to see how the endlessly long small gestures degradations exclusions shamings silences have accumulated to this particularly apt close how she belongs to the tribe of slow humiliation like an engineered prey a hydra takes decades to kill
74. she walks through these tiny streets of familiar terror hoping to temporarily dissipate the routine domestic panic which has been building throughout the day and become a paranoic suffocation so intimate now she responds to it by automatically only after a certain unbearable threshold has been reached though putting on her coat seeking to however wearily through the despised method of spending money find an ephemeral safety
75. its temperate if the spreads between about 19 and 27 she says i like a spread of around 44 he says big spreads do it for me britains long and thin she says it rides the seas oh britannia he says tense for europa to rouse and cross the channel from its continental lair i want to wear nothing but a black miniskirt and my red suede boots and whip you she says
76. people like you she says they just find it hard to put up with you but then do they like me he wonders as he tries to imagine a world in which amphibolys a function of love but says what would you say are the top five online word tools you use i dunno she says maybe the etymologydictionary wiktionary onelook googletranslate if that counts i suppose it depends on what you mean by word
77. narratives eh he says the greatest weapon invented since the abomb as he turns to his son and smirks who tries to hide the grimace that rises uncontrollably from the most hideous depths of his being
78. rtynbv examines the scattered spore graph in the unterlaboratory of doktor moreleau on an island so fabricated it exists only in minds manufactured for specialization in an artifice cold and deceptively retrograde lays its weary compass down an illusion of birds a passably ambiguous mammal passes neversetting suns eclipsing in projection shivering suns there identitys been transferred to the glamour and a doppelganger child besteadly rises unsteady potency of absence
79. his monkey tits droop bunch hairy as he hunches on the toilet seat over the celebration of a bouncing newborn dump almost sexy he is a voice in the refulgent smell splutters in the fecal dawn of another constipated day and the joys of decay tumescent and incorruptible
80. chaya she thinks unobserved stares at her mama in a musky mirror in that infinite museum of the blackmail of blood no no no hate will be the love i lightly live
81. meh its in vogue to despise your parents its how the young bond and tap into the forces available to them in an age of bifurcated time some would call it necessary and healthy individuation i mean come on you did it oh you misunderstand i wholly support the act and process even if against me i just dont support the age hypocritical that isnt it i settles into the hypocrisies designed for myselves even as i settles into their dysfunctions
