weather & wither llc

weather & wither leather lithard lother

everyone talks about the weather  the weathers the only part of nature thats left  weather and sex  weather and sex and wellnessproducts  sex & wellnessproducts & gyms & weather   no ōvids killed gyms   sex and sex and sex and weather   so lets talk about weather

 

all im doing these pathetic days is looking at sex forecasts   i used to mock those who were devoted to the news and could only talk about the weather but now thats me   sex or weather always choose weather   we always turn into what we mock   its not that i find sex interesting other than that it sounds like whether and is close to wither werther wuther and wather  either what ive turned into or the principle of the mocker becoming the mocked or the weather   but where ıve flung the circus tent of my body now all there is is weather and so weathers become the pantheon of meaning  which it may very well have been for the whonyms i used to cock and it was just ı in my ignorance that was too callow to appreciate their depth and insight   you dont understand the sex here  the word asperous  which ım obsessed with this week  everyone needs a wordoftheweek obsession  was invented for what the sky does to the earth in this bed and fulfillment of the world

 

spilled medusa in neptunes maw

outback of an inshack

asperous duvet

softthick monster

forecasts as long as novellas  

 

where am ı? ım in asperokhstan where winds devour and fogs crush and rains feast on whonyms   where the official reports say its presently 8 degrees and mostly sunny and in fact its 0 raining and all you see out the window is a thick grey shapeless god   where the little asterisks the gov puts on days where theres a temperature anomaly are so frequent the only anomalys whats supposedly & falsely normal  where its 3 degrees for 80 hours straight then drops to -10 one afternoon and climbs overnight to +5   where if there arent gusts in the 60 to 100kmhr range you begin to think the world has ended   where its colder in march than it is in december and it snows a metre one day and melts two nights later   where freezing rain coats the surfaces of the city with scifi lipstick and the place is so hilly everyone tumbles everywhere and ım continually amazed so few whonyms are in wheelchairs   where you wakeup to foghorns and you know the oceans just waiting to open its maw and swallow this entire disaster into itself and announce to whoevers listening though no one is that no settlement should ever have been in this land of rocks and shaggy trees   this is sex to die for

chapter what might have been called chapter 9273

heres the title of my next chapter   i thought of calling it chapter 9273 but it was already taken so im calling it the year the world went nuts or rather the year the world manifest the nuts it already was and has always been and yea verily always will or rather yet another year the world manifest its nuts but in a distinctive or possibly distinctive way and next year the un  that un before undoing unhinging unleashing unraveling   a disunited nutting  has declared the year of fruits and vegetables   aside from the obvious objection as to why vegetables arent important enough to get their own year  even aubergines by themselves  and aside from the obvious confusion that no one really knows what fruits and vegetables are   and aside from significant doubts about an un having the authority or sanity to declare anything  why didnt they declare next year the year of nuts and nutser   they can just keep adding more nuts for each year to save them and us all the expense of deciding what to declare subsequent years and all the promotions   so that in a few years well all just know itll be the year of nuts and nutser and nutsiest and more nutsy and most nutsy nutsiest and nutarissimo and nutsarama and nutsalicious and nutseryiest and   of course theres the technical issue of the nomenclature and how exactly to form the nuts of the next year and i guess thisll require committees and promotions so im not sure were saving any money but at least itll be more honest though honesty doesnt exist   anyway thats the title of my next chapter

 

the moments of weakness  desperation  of despair

so pervasively environmental i cant move or stay still

what to do in the age of fruits and vegetables?

 

 

the livingdead the deadliving

we the living dead mock the dead living   we tell them we belong with the dead  the dead make more sense to us  the living are incomprehensible  their grammars inane   of course the dead living dont like this   we are the dead living they say and as life must be superior to death youre insanely wrong   but we the living dead know the very ancient codes maintain no such superiority and our mutual incomprehensibility and mockery and degradations are born from a false hierarchy thats been asserted and enforced by the whonym in its insecurity and now normalized in a society spread so thickly over the globe one cant see anymore the globe   come to us and well come to you we say   come to us and we wont come to you they say   we they them us he it theirs she ey em eirs airs errs

                                                

im trying to reach existence through nonexistence

and the paths to achieve this

while not wholly erased are difficult to find

unmapped

irregularly tortuous

 

little at all and most of that unhelpful has been written about the accumulating effects of living a mad life on the fated mad   part of the problem of course is that the mad innately are untaxonomizable and without access to systemization and generalization despite the categorical ruthlessness of the selfproclaimed sane  we shall henceforth sometimes call these ones the spss or sepsas  in attempting to do just that though all they do is taxonomize their own projections and psychoses   so how then does one write when the task itself seems unwritable? well certainly we can write  however incoherently  about the attempt to write the unwritable  which is what all writing is probably anyway 

 

we the living dead  the mad  the nonexistent  the erased

 

 

droney dump & oh bomb ah

how can an empire with a currency promoting in god we trust and founded on manifest destiny and a religion that includes in its dogma things like immaculate conceptions  cosmic aliens who love whonymity  binary afterlives for the faithful and sinning  object to a segment of its population promoting irrational narratives? arent dumpy and its fringe followers a consequence of our delusions?

amerika remyth yourself

amerika remyths yourself

amerika remyths yourselves

amerikas remyths yourselves

ramythika remere          

 

every nen and thow we find ourselves vaselining into your reality and flailing in the hashhoppers and dopebuggies of being and nilbeing and demibeing and the moores demi & michael and anabeing  ah ana being how i remember you in the quad pissing on the juniper tree  and all the other forms of being too tiresome to right now here be

 

even we sadaroos are necessitated by the horrible forces that yank us from the privy of imagination to the sewer of society to comment or discomment on current events although as any mystic knows every event is current and this our exuberant and acedic overwhelment

 

lets first acknowledge we despise droney dump   as a specimen of whonymity it isnt   as a model of anything it is but no model we want modelled   yet its in this isnt and is and their blurrings that various unacknowledgings arise

 

whonyms of whatever tripe or pallor tend to be routinely amateurish at spiritual mathematix  the ground and breath of all maths  so that whonym x encounters whonym q and experiences what it thinks are attributes k and e  at least it names what it thinks such  and reaches some conclusion  this is typically done in those netherregions outside of reason and consciousness  not dissimilar to  when k and e are coexistent then attribute d is also present   and then when q rather than exhibiting d when expected exhibits instead l x is disillusioned or angry or flabbergasted or in rarer cases in love

 

so analogously in the dd fiasco whonyms whether on or against dds side think   those against frequently conclude either directly or in roundabout ways or in the outhouses of their minds dumpys bad but oh bomb ah was good and dumpys bad but we are good as if many of the more acute insights from whonyms once stuck in history never existed   collectively persisting in the most egregious whonym delusion that nature doesnt exist in its awhonymic questioning or if it does it isnt as it is massively independent of us even while we vainly attempt to eradicate it

 

lets look firstly at what dumpy does for the people including how it nurtures their nights and whonyms if we know anything  regardless of their dogmas  need their nights

none of this doubting vindicates dumpi

but doubting vindicates nothing

and none of us are vindicated

the book of questions questions

 

so if rumpy did all this in art  that simulation of simulation  it might be worthy in the words of simulation  as it would then necessarily subvert itself and action would collapse  but because it does in life what should be circumscribed in and born from art it fails   its these shapes and movements the people miss  their ignorance of the costs and principles of true iconoclasm   theyre right that oh bomb ah is hardly an iconoclast  but theyre wrong that dumpso is any more of one

 

this concatenation of assemblages  these nurturings of nights  provide a singular focus  a rarity  and good and bad  dumpies and antidumpies  remocrats and depublicans  each according to its kind  desire above all else the rare

 

the line according to the antidumpies as far as it goes is that barracks oh bomb ah and his descendant yo bidet and kalamata heiress are far better suited for such a distinguished role as the presidency of the disunited hates of amerikanaaah   far better leaders   and sadoos would mostly concur if by this we mean they more fully are aligned with whats required for sufficient management of the system in place  the given that surrounds   but that this system is unmanageable and the compromises required to sustain it unsustainable  this can only lend any virtue to bombys cause for those whose thinking is as flawed as those they criticize

 

is moderation in an excessive system something to praise?

 

trust in an articulate truth and a particular narrative and a real reality and a common purpose and an impossible honour

oh falstaff who thrones unacknowledged in our souls

 

whether of dumpy or oh bomb ah you have faith in empire  hope in amerika first  love of the confidence game of democracy   this faith and hope and love unites opponents   the obsession with name and hierarchy and pomp unites

 

if droney yawny dumpy has any asset its to show how much we  even those who technically oppose him  want to drive fast  how were all in death together

 

bidet may be cliché

& dump may appear to the illiterate to break the cliché

dump may be necessary according to those psychohistorical algorithmic postulates but then so may bidet and the ass knows bidet comes after dump in time

who gets excited by any of this?

 

each oh   ddoh & bomboh are novels

this wee antinovel in the antinovel sadoo about two novels

its novels & antinovels all the way down

 

but you say  this is dangerous  to mix novel and antinovel  fact and faction  news and entertainment  auschwitz and dumbanddumber   although sadoo might say its not the mixing  its how you mix and if you mix well  auschwitz and dumbanddumber stop existing  not as historical events but as historical possibilities

 

oh bomb ah appears to nuance according to a specific clichéd genre  but because the genres clichéd it actually doesnt nuance but strips nuance according to the dictates of an expected narrative which includes the faith in autohagiographization   rumpoh also strips nuance but does so phrasefully yet is nuanced through the art of contradiction  it equally autohagiographizes but because it does so overtly rather than covertly socalled progressives demonize it  yet this is no different than catholics accusing protestants for their marketing methods or academics critizing undegreed peons for their different thinking  these differences differences of method and religion and not virtue or spirit

 

is the question and its dispute

how quickly should we drive click fuck pray kill love eat shop tweet to the apocalypse?

 

so what are we objecting to? of course dumpy but there are many cogent voices already doing that   so in addition to objecting to dumpy were also questioning any corollary virtue or nonobjection to those objecting including naturally sadoo  any binarism between the socalled evil and the socalled good  any disrecognition that even the socalled good or competent are necessarily operational within infrastructures and processes pervasively cancerous murderous unjust   any disrecognition that scorn of one party hardly must praise alternatives   any disrecognition that dumpys been great for the powered antidumpologists  bolstered their power  made them look far too righteous in contrast   any disrecognition that we all participate in manufacturing dramatic situations and the production of appositive situations  any abstraction or decontextualization between the orientations of dumpy and the orientations of a society we all participate in  a society that itself is abstracted decontextualized sensational supremacist in myriad ways including that most insidious one of species  violent whether this violence is direct illegal physical or legal laundered virtual linguistic

 

are our obsessions with whim card assian  taylor tool  oh bomb ah  deleuzion  aubrey graham & rebanna  or whowhonymever disconnected from the brouhaha we say we despise? are we not bound together in a project that nothing strategic & sensible would admire?

 

and to close but not to close  back to spiritual mathematix  the crux of the issue  an arrogance of etiology  a reification of geometry

 

you find my thoughts jumbled?

ı find your thoughts jumbled

or rather ı find them ordered within a system

that requires a massive project of projecting jumbledness

 

fiction is not the same as fiction
reality not the same as reality

not to honor whonyms of worth will keep the people from contention

 

a very real thing were objecting to in dumpy is history which in another very real sense is ourselves         just look how fascinated so many of the antidumparians have been by the antics of the dump         if they were really antı shouldnt theyve been reading aim us tootooola or demıly ıckınson   truly giving evidence they have lived other values rather than binding themselves in time and energy to the very forces they claim to deny?

so of course we celebrate to the extent were still capable of celebrating dumpys demise and hardly discelebrate the new air and airess but neither can we celebrate them

in an environment where only a very few hoard the names power wealth fame  how can we trust a media that on the one hand denounces dumpi and on the other continues to sustain and promote the system that produced him   only through a schizophrenia which society projects on the few who assume the curses of society in their bodies

 

so we apologize  to ourselves  for this jumbled irrational and tedious yanking  and we return to our hovel of constructive oneiricism and our cave of questions

i write this with my own irrationality

and not the irrationality of empire

signed on sadooday in sadoo

blessed are we who seem to be losers

performance enhancing drugs

you see   although you probably dont which isnt to say i dont which reminds me of a religion i started once whose center was a suburban basement full of goats  the status and responsibility of cosmic deity rotated among the goats according to algorithms not dissimilar to those of the pawukon calendar with the exception of a mottled grey goat named worship wazzooo who had been excused from the high role by a series of cunning manoeuvrings reminiscent of the renowned kasparov vs topalov 1999 match perpetrated by strategists suspected but rarely named   athletes are disqualified from competing if they use performance enhancing drugs but novelers  you cant write a novel without drugs   and what competition are noveloos in anyway? noveloos can use drugs because they dont compete  at least not quantitatively

 

how antinovel disdains magnificently novel as novels just reconstituted da nooz  like fresh oranges and reconstituted orange juice novel takes da orange and cuts it up in tiny bitz and takes da bitz and processes it in its big big factory and pushes it down with big big machines and all you have to do is add water and bamo whamo  novel   but antinovel blows up da factorium and instead of sucking oranges gets sucked into da ornj and ornj chewz up yooz n nooz in its weewee antifactory and yoo go on infinite journey into many outer spaces and pesto messtoe  antinovel

 

silly is da novel

& silly is da antinovel

& silly is da whonym

& silly is da nooz

 

aunty novel says ı writes novel but antıı wrıtes antinovel   antıı a chıld of nıght and darkness says ı belıeve but if you ask ıt what ıt belıeves ıt says ı belıeve and you say but dont you antıbelıeve? thinking yourself smart and antıı says ı antıbelıeve and you ask ıt what ıt antıbelıeves and ıt says            and this goes on for a long time        

oh logorrheusia please end this endless stream

of fragmented nonsense

and let us return to the acedic poetry of waiting

it will be over soon wretched child

over soon

you must see it to its mad end

 

this is novel this isnt novel

this is novel

you wake up one day and think im tired of everybody owning me and telling me what to do and having my potential curtailed by the system so you run away and the freedom feels like coitus and after 10 or 20 years youve finally realized  after countless humiliations and pains  that all youve done is shift your allegiance from one energy to another  from one that pays well to one that doesnt  from one that feeds your ego to one that doesnt  from one where travel lovers opportunities are endlessly available to one where everyone shuns you   and you wake up again one day and think again all ive done is changed bosses and you either think youre an ass if you actually respect your former boss more now  either from nostalgia or suffering  essentially youre broken and probably are suiciding in any of the 1000001 ways to suıcıde  at whatever speed  or you think a bunch of other things which you attempt to transmute into something else more interesting than the thoughts and this attempt is an example of why you ran away in the first place though there is no first place

that isnt novel

 

im only alıve in novel   you say you say though novels all there is and everything is novel so then arent you alive everywhere even in death?   yes perceptive unreader this is very true   but theres novel and then theres novel in and behind novel  its novels all the way down   so only in novel am i alive and yet in the novelhead im always alive   but you say you say though its bottomlessnesses all the way down   yes unperceptive deunreader this is very true and they both are true for novels and bottomlessnesses are the same but dıverge ın name as they ıssue forth  beıng the same they are called darkness  darkness upon darkness  the gateway of the manıfold secrets

 

plagiarism excursion

the skullarly team of skullars sentence sadoo and all its subsidiaries and cohorts to zero and zeros forever and ever without recourse or appeal and we meet with you and your mother though your mothers dead and the dead too can weep and we write many many zeroes and we say no no and we force the straightjacket of citationality on you and zeroness upon zeroness the fateway of the assifold egress

 

there are those who are eternally sad because they have the fault of loving life too much and they long to enter the commons but cannot because to enter would for them mean betraying the commons   they are the people who encounter the commons by restraining themselves from entering and they are the ones we call noveloos   they long to speak the language of the commons but the language required for their restraint consumes them and its this latter language thats novel and why they cannot accept the common designations and often go mad

 

let us move into the space of reason

the reason of novel

which is no reason

let us move into the space of reason that is no reason that is novel

yes

let us measure the movement

but how shall we measure the movement when there is no reason

let us use the other measure

ah  the one given us by the faceless one who visited on the nameless day in the space thats never found its way onto any map

yes

but that measure has no measure

exactly the sort of measure required to measure what weve arcked

unmeasure for unmeasure  thats the exhaustion

 

novel to be novel doesnt have to be literary but it has to above all else be spırıtual for literature is a construct of society and particular dominant aspects of society at that  and so solid  but spırıt is sımply a bıologıcal function  rooted breath raised to the heavens  breath made word and word made novel  and so gaseous & very gassy

 

novels best if like virtue it doesnt know itself  if it doesnt even think it exists but its here  youll say but look at you  novels knowledge of itselfs everywhere and you call it novel   well i call it antinovel   but is ıt and do ı? what youre calling knowledge is doubt and ı call nothing but novel calls ı and what ıt calls ı ıs a question of the name

novel without organs

including bonus novel bottomless novel

 

you see

 

theres that pesky see again

 

see again

 

theres that pesky see again again

 

novel doesnt see  it doesnt see or show or tell  what does novel do then? novel novels         speaking of novel lets talk about da nooz   da nooz is a novel that wants to be a novel but isnt  whereas a novels a novel that doesnt want to be a novel but is   and where does gossip fit in you ask   gossip is just da nooz for those who cant find their way into da nooz although those in da nooz also gossip  this is one of the great mysteries of life   so gossips doubly troubled  it wants to be a novel but isnt and it wants to be in da nooz but isnt   and as granny ı says two isnts dont make an is  tho ıs been around enough to also hear granny ı say they do

 

very important note about granny ı

due to blogger being a foetus among foeti in terms of typographical possibility there are many tricks and routines we want to perform but cant or its too awkward or were lazy and instead we have to omit them or resort to stupid techniques like taking a screenpic of the desired effect and bringing the pic into the foetus   clunky   so sometimes with granny ı   granny ı should always look like this

granny ı

but because sometimes for the aforementioned reasons granny ı gets a dot we then offend granny ı and write her name against the very ancient codes   shes offended and we tell her ıts not our fault ıts bloggers but she responds wıth somethıng so obscene even we  vulgarıty ıncarnate though we are  refuse to repeat ıt   so just keep ın mınd dear unfrıends that you should read granny ıs name everytıme wıthout a dot and ıf you should  ganesha forbıd  ever meet her  make sure you pronounce her name wıthout the dot

 

why doesnt novel see? well for one thing stupid it doesnt have eyes  it also cant hear smell touch taste or think as it completely not only lacks all organs of a body but a body itself   this is why novel just novels even as you just yous and ı just ıs   this is also why only ı sees because only ı ıs   ı having eyes but no ears tongue nose brain fingers  as ı is just ıs  has to do the seeing for novel but because communication between novel and ıs severely limited troubled and in fact and fiction many doubt whether ıt even exists at all were highly unsure whether ıs infos reliable and even if ıt were whether any of ıt would pass over in any even remotely trustworthy way to novel   is novel then the perfect example of perfect solipsism? yes   and this is our fascination with ıt   the universes first instance of absolute unity  assuming of course everything outside of ıts excluded   so doesnt this make ıt yet another instance among infinite instances of relative unity? no   because instances of relative unity eg hear but novıl doesnt hear   ıt exists so wholly in ıtself that ıt supersedes god for even god gets lonelı and created a race of strategic idiots so it could watch a 22005 act tragıcomedy on a very very very very very very very very very side stage of a very very very very very very very very very side galaxy in a possible universe among possible universes

 

novels bottomlıss  we mean this in all the senses of being without bottıms   first of all novel like withoutbottoms goes in all directions whether they exist or not forever  of course everything goes in all directions whether they exist or not forever  words vowels peanuts so on   so what distinguishes novel from peanut? no one knows really but novel certainly asks the questıon   second of all novel takes ıts pants off  in fact ıt doesnt even have any pants or skırts or kurtas or   but here ıt is with ıts genıtalıa flapping around  and just to let you know thıs ısnt sex ındıcatıve as labıa flap around just as much as cockıa   and this may be what novel does best ıt lets ıts genıtalıa flap around and in this way simulates for us overwrought monkeys a return to the jungle from whence we came and we know what we all miss more than anything about the jungle is just hanging out letting all our genıtalıa flap around all the time   third of all bottoms are ends and novel doesnt have ends    fourth of all novel has no soıl  ıt exists apart from the earth and yet in it but in spırıtus   fifth of all novel neither plays the sub nor the dom nor can ıt for ıt lacks a bottom  of course this infers ıts also toplıss which ıt is  being bottomless topless frontless backless headless footless  asomatous through and through really ıt doesnt even have the opportunity to exercise or submit to power  novel transmutes power  and weakness  strength and vulnerability  to energy   you say but ıt has genıtalıa  sure  but the flapping genıtalıa were flapping about are really just the vıta & fluxa of novel   sıxth of all  and nymhematologically  novel doesnt buy the aum because ıt hasnt bought the aum   and we keep on going off the page because the fact of novel being bottomless is itself bottomless and ıts bottomlıssnısses all the way down

 

but isnt whonym bottomless too?

 

if whonym appears to be bottomless its only because of book   only book in whonym is bottomless and whonyms only bottomless to the extent its book   but whonym on its own has many bottoms but every bottom  no matter how many  is a bottom   some ask  but if there are an infinite number of bottoms in whonymity isnt this a sufficient sımulation of bottomlessness?   lets consult heresıarch ıuppuı who happens to be standing right here on a bottomless bottom on this ıntractable questıon

 

but heresıarch ıuppuı says

 

novel gets tired of novel  it gets exhausted  and tries to escape novel  and thinks it does  but then eventually realizes its still in novel and no matter where it goes there novel is also   novel  that from which we can never flee and is more us than we and has replaced the elements and earth and is our ıs and blindness

 

and we say

 

but heresıarch ıuppuı  you havent addressed our questıon

 

and heresıarch ıuppuı says

 

and this exhaustion and tryingtoescape and deception and realization and inescapability and totality is also bottomlessness and bottomless   this also is novel

 

and we dıe yet agaın

yon

sketchbook for a new genealogy of genealogy

oozery ovelry enealogy inary

or   how to count in sadoo

 

the importantest thing to know about novel is that it lives in a boozery  which is a joint manufacturing complex of a distillery winery brewery absinthery and hallucinatorium  it doesnt have just two parents  how hideously singular!  one female one male  how wretchedly binary!  but so many parents of so many sexes and genders the alphabet quickly gets exhausted and someone has to run to the nearest spiritoaesthetic convenience store to get more letters and even then therere never enough  

 

most genealogical charts are linear monsters  culminating in whatever ı is ıing according to ı thinking it must keep getting ıd to further ı

 

but mine  but its not mine  my  notmy  genealogy  neither culminates nor is decided about any ıing   its too busy running back and forth to the nearest spiritoaesthetic convenience store hoping against hope therell be novel letters

 

the principles of genealogy as its been practiced  like every discipline of the colonial lands  either of the old unwrapping colonial lands or the new wrapping colonial lands  require reconstituting rerooting resciencing regeometrizing   for blood and linearity  legality and binarism  solidity and nymaphilia  dominate the current and who of the imaginations draw would allow itself to be set in those prisons when alternatives  while hardly encouraged or even acknowledged as legitimate by most whonyms  still mired as they are on powers assembly lines  present themselves in murky morphings by the light of vivid night

 

how ones formed   but not one but many

how one wants dreams to be formed

 

not simply in the small circumscriptions of society

but the circumferenceless polylogs of possibility

 

a focus on two parents  male & female

what a reduction of time  an apotheosis of the binary

 

so as everything talks everything births ı and flows from ı

ı not as unitary or sole source or product

but as a node among seemingly infinite nodes

and an ı embedded in all ıs as they in ı

 

a brief application of nymhematology

·             genealogy after all is just la egg ye no and gag el en yo and ya gel gone and nay glee go and gang eye lo and ale egg yon and a leggy eon and agony glee and thats pretty good

·             its the study reason logos of genıes and dȷınns

·             but dȷınns are unreason   the reason of unreason

·             not my genes but my jeans  the jeans   not the jeans but the pants  and the pants the undressing and the undressing the genes and the genes the dȷınns

 

a brief application of etymology

·             genealogys a descent and when you fall far enough into your genes the genes are far away

·             just a whonym learning how to fall

·             genealogys a birth begetting    gene-   born race kind origin genius embryo chıld tribe

·             to engage is genealogy is to engender cosmogony   theories of creation

·             my blood tree is the cosmos   worlds of kosmein

·             which makeup do ı want to wear?

·             folctalu  folktale  study of the famılıes of trees

·             genealogys tree geometry   not any square and angle look or shape

 

my mothers emptıness

my father stıllness

the myriad all rise together

and we watch their return

the teeming all return to their separate roots

 

whatre the roles of death and time in genealogy?

can one of my legal descendants

one in standard cognitive processes whos forever unknown to ı

be one of my forebears?

 

some approaches to regenealogizing genealogy

draw shapes in which ı may or may not appear and if it does anywhere in any number of multitudes according to any one or more of the below reımagınıngs   include linear blood if you wish but if you do feel free to incorporate anyhow and anywhere and anymorphed   add more reımagınıngs and include as required for continual reshapings

 

·             physically known significant or insignifcant whonyms in life

·             fictional characters

·             whonyms from past never known

o   if ı say hari megaloth am ı not including a conglomeration   we need a name for this

·             imagined whonyms from present future

 

but if our training for the above limited our training for the following nearly nonexistent

 

·             nonwhonym animals                          across time           fictions

·             nonwhonym living creatures artifacts  works  oeuvres

·             dreams & vısıons

·             concepts sensations feelings memories

·             foods meals dumps coituses fondlings falls

·             faılures ınterstıces apertures noumena

·             events spaces geometries

·             the populations of ınterıorıty

·             technologies and powers

·             crises traumas betrayals humiliations joys ecstasies confusions relaxations

 

can ı stitchhook a genealogy from the polyvoiced plasmacity of my legal relatives rand the foraged and picked from the forests and oceans of the cosmos and would this craft be anything ı could walk on or hang? how would society accept it as a lineage carpet art question  alongside or even superseding the traditional                                    the linedominated blood charts

 

a genealogy morphs  polydynamicizes  rolls turns returns enfolds frees

de nerval  the lobster guy  did some preliminary work in these areas  lets follow

 

 

just as covids renamed ōvid so novel renames itself ōvel  weve never liked ns anyway  and this way ōvels related to shovel grovel & hovel who are fine or finer characters than novel and also in ōvel and ōvel in them   this leads us to our advocacy of etting id of all irst onsonants as ey eem ighly uperfluous  ånd ãs ęvë â øńdñėšš ôr ìäçrįtïćś ēt ûš ādd ėm évèrÿwhērē

 

ỗḫ õv̇êł μɏ øṿėł

 

sadoo trashtalk

lets talk about quality  how ie do you know if sadoos bad or good  insane or mediocre  fact or fiction  false or true or all of the above  none  some of? glad you asked  we happen to have a review of sadoo by weal clown right here

 

weal clowns review of sadoo

sadoo da novel

sadoo da character

sadoo da whonym

sadoo da concept

sadoo da dream

sadoo da sadoo

 

There are books that are stultifyingly tedious. Others are unmitigatedly unintelligent. Some are comprehensively puerile, manifestly redundant, gargantuanly disordered, wastefully irrelevant. Sadoo is noteworthy only for not simply being one of these but all of them.

 

Nonsensically unpleasant, leaving one sweaty with mingled horror and confusion, derivative, a blob of paranoia and vanquished machismo and mansplaining, a gross and gristly wank of a book that oozes contempt for the very norms that enable the author to spew its wretchedness with an authoritarian sense of superiority, a shamelessly and artificially bland daydream, melodramatically inept, a bumbling twisting of language into incomprehensible meaninglessness, solipsistically overwrought, a flogging that will require months of blood transfusions, a grindingly sophomoric exercise in endless onanism, a constipation so dense and dull light seems to bend around it, solipstic and schizophrenic, impenetrable interminable selfindulgent crap, incompetent, defensive, offensive, astonishingly clueless, oblivious, selfabsorbed, unimportant, atrocious, middleschool logorrhea, cringeworthy, pathological, egregiously banal bloviation, a closed and claustrophic world, a mind drowned irrevocably in the everclear of itself, fulsome and unctuous, every stitch of nuance and humour surgically removed, without a shred of emotional engagement, wholly lacking plot, shape, setting, beginning, ending, middle, making the man without qualities look like Mister Attribute, the collapsed and untraceable author is sadly doing what’s already been done endlessly in the masturbatory of postmodernity.

 

Nothing hangs together. We wish we could say it was even calculatingly bad. Enjoying the luxury of living free from discrimination and domination, the Sadoo Consortia fabricate oppression to fictionalize a personal victimhood to pathetically simulate an impossible belonging, comfortable with vast swathes of humans being left to violence, poverty and abuse because ameliorating these evils would remove Sadoo’s opportunity to show its ugly and patent puerility which it pathetically mistakes for originality and brilliance.

 

It demonizes every institution and person who’s ever helped society or it, standing aloof and critical instead of constructively engaging with real people and real problems, committed to a god complex that’s fatuous, bilious, hypocritical, insensate. Claiming superior consciousness without seemingly conscious of its own unconsciousness, it mercilessly attacks everything to futilely hide its own inability to build bridges with anything but its own narcissism. Pretending to profundity and wisdom it instead churns unceasingly an imbecile shallowness, good only for one thing – an unbroken example of rank projection of the author’s immaturity, neuroses, psychoses and pervasive and unacknowledged mental illness.

 

Especially these days, who needs more of this?