oryr abdicant

as things migrate from meat to data  from suffering to statistics  whonym disappears into the vorticial blackhole created by the migration and in the disappearance manifests omnipresently as its rabidly loquacious absence   a kind of failed and disastrous mysticism which it in its nugatory superciliousness believes to be an unparalleled triumph

the geometries of soul are incommensurate with times mathematics

ideas are now so bereft of ideas

unfamous whonyms talking about the famous is like poor whonyms donating money to the rich

la flors a great film  despite its indulgences campiness frustrations imperfections  as it manages to be a deeply mystic film but presented through realism   the common critics  whether they praise or diss it  miss this and instead focus on it as a successful somewhat tedious or failed attempt at experimental narrative   but when viewed through the lens of fleshy mysticism every minute of la flor becomes rich   a divine comedy for the third millennium   there are a smattering of mature films  by mature here we mean polysemantically conscious and diversely representative of the orientations and movements of spirit seamlessly manifest in content and form  but la flor assumes maturity before it begins then goes beyond

friendship presents itself as possibility not when reason meets but when unreasons compatiblize  even if these aligned unreasons are named reason by the intimates

most whonyms of the socalled progressive sort follow the dominant diversities   which is to say not much of diversity at all   and so unprogressive   or at least progressive within a penitentiary of political conventionality and so unfree

parents use children to escape parents but by becoming parents they instead enter more fully into the regions they had hoped to flee

all good theorys impractical because goodness cant be implemented except in the most random distributed and occasional ways and moments  almost entirely aside from any intentions or conceptualizations of whonyms   fernandos right then  the only rational thing to do is maintain theory or dream  whatever your word is for it  in dream and theory   and let the body be enslaved by whatever molecular forces determined it from conception

a great but widely dispersed depression thats indistinguishable from a vast and pervasive joy

everything about the wild spirits indicates theyre an imaginal presencing of a primary dimension of human psychic being in unharnessed nonsomatized animatedness  impulsive incessantlyvolatile ambivalent omnipotent envious

birth is the primordial narcissistic injury of the ouroboric self incurred on itself by its own necessity to birth itself 

ethnographıes of soul

we eat for the living and we eat for the dead

whereas you just bury your dead and eat for yourselves alone

the legal evils and the illegal virtues

as the technology gets friendlier the whonyms obeying its dictates get more incompetent

                        a bırd

      s

    p

  o

                o

             wet earth

the loud

worm  warm soft beneath

how nıce to be a

how much work play is   how its so costly in every area of cost  in part because dominant society only recognizes a bifurcation of work and play and validates the latter solely inside that bifurcation   if your works play though you have to work very hard and relentlessly to play   working at building living bridges over the chasms societys created to sever itself becomes the play

our fascination with the songs and images of blackholes      look  the parents of our souls can sing      look  the night of our days has a face and its the image of our dreams

theres the battle for the natural or the claimants of the natural and the battle for the artificial or the claimants of the artificial and the battle between the claimants of the natural and the claimants of the artificial and the battles among the battles

how disgusting words are 

treatise on slobber and eternity

deaths funny   life never is ands incapable of humour   all laughter comes from death   but deaths only funny on its own   sitting as it can  though rarely now with such towering tottering life pressing across the falling spaces  on some footstool far from life   as soon as it gets up and enters life the comedys left behind  somewhere in an untrampled desert full of absent footstools

whonyms are words and so the questions how to combine and distort them to make poems instead of the mediaridden prose of the production forces

the land of my mınd desires to be mapped and a name for this desire is sadooıa and here are some rudimentary cartographical adventures in the forms and legends given to us by energıes of the dark sun

blueberries are anticarcinogens   but sprayed blueberries are carcinogens   balance

an alphabetic language where vowels are the only letters and consonants are inferred   the opposite of an abjad

let us all set ourselves on fire by the sad steps of the law

deranged tales from a sadoo stoodıo

the pavereon turret

when awnt wywila visits galadap goes to recover the fååk from the tvättstuga which mamas divulged when in congress with cranish and a favourite achondroplastic goat and a few of their friends   galadap never lets on that mamas let the fååk slip and the only indication she has that mama rememberss a certain uncharacteristic twitch whenever the tvättstugas mentioned   but why wouldnt she go into one of her moralities which she always does when reminded of a misplaced secret and you must know galadap  you must have seen at least in your adumbrations  the turtle surely  how there are always holes in the taboo but  the holes  seeing them  isnt any license for going into territory youre unprepared for  you  minimally  minimally  lack the wholesale experience to survive in those environments   galadap   the air alones enough to kill you    no one can breathe it without centuries of training   my dotter   my only dotter i remember   for arent you here as factive as a desert   arent you like that grimoire by luimême enfin   reputedly  ambiguous and opaque yet still somehow like a flurry in its comforts and none of this means that      and it would go on for hours until mama herself finally tired and went to drink with the ornamental hermits and galadap would sit at the hearth composting the mess   why doesnt she do that  why does she just twitch instead   she sits there like an ukpik by the inglenook and thinks about the fååk

but its awnt wywila that spawns galadap to action   awnt wywila who galadap hasnt seen since that incident in the chrismal and now father of yózef has leased the pavereon turret to invent voleries of sultantits and awnt wywila whooshes through and leans the ladder shes carried in her laddercase according to the guidelines established in section 22 of regulation c9418 against the chromatic polystyrene and climbs the 100 metres and scares the constipation out of father of yózef   awnt wywilas recently completed her master of happiness arts and is taking charge of the good things like never before but galadap knows one of mamas bots wrote the mha curriculum while throbbing cranishs anus and not that that discredits anything but still  well  galadaps never particularly liked awnt wywila anyway and father of yózefs never heard of her so when she knocks on the balistraria and father of yózefs incanting the laudatoria of auspicibus he lets loose a stool hes been holding in for the holiest of reasons and  being the house of mama  the ordure gains a measure of autonomy from its creator and attacks awnt wywila through the crenel and father of yózef falls off the train of magic and awnt wywila the ladder

some grubs on their way to mischiefize the terracotta slip on her rather squishy at the base of a sambucus bush with a qad of ornamental hermits surrounding discussing the summa gonadina of sant tommasa but to no effect and whoosh her to the healatorium according to lines 404822 to 409656 in their programming      everyone in the houses out to lunch quite figuratively and galadap ventilates arrhythmically as she discusses with the even for her very eccentric father of yózef what to do with awnt sqwishila as they bothre now calling her

we are not quite close to the finish with the voleries says father of yózef we would have to say which we are not normally inclined to do but under the circumstances that some minor adjustments to the semahtrasay may clear up the problem but the guarantees are few and rather distal

whats that got to do with anything

you know the lemegeton of ignota

mama introduced us when we were listening to the hermit goats sermon or ı should say when ı was trying to listen and mama was all over the azahat

we are unsure if you remember but in it is a clause that speaks obscurely of a prohibition against the manufacture of flying things along with the requisite curses that can be applied under specified conditions to those who attempt to challenge the elemental orders

look  mamas out to lunch now but when shes back and if she finds awnt sqwishila all squished out like this shell blame me and ım having such a good day

how about the fååk

and all the many hesitations galadap has developed of the father of yózef instantly disappear you mean

yes  go to the tvättstuga  obtain the fååk  apply it

how do you know about the tvättstuga

dotter of the house of mama we may be crazy but we are not stupid

galadap gets the fååk and discerns it and just in time before mama returns just as shes hearing the clicketyclackety of mamas brain activating in the bionic rhododendra performs the ablutions necessary for relative distracing and prepares the table of conferences and requests forgiveness from the spirits of the healatorium and applies the artifacts of forgiveness and loosens awnt sqwishila distributing her across the spaces and recites the obligatoria and waits in the annulments and distraces awnt sqwishila entirely from existence and all the affixes that can or might attach themselves to it and mama tangos into the room whatre you galadap doing in the healatorium and galadap reaches deep into the glossogobblia and mama doesnt even notice because shes just back from a stupendous lunch

and for father of yózef the days been like when you start it intending to make borscht but in the end have only cut your toenails

for galadap the days been like the happiness of fish

but for awnt wywila it hasnt been a good day it hasnt been a good day at all

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galadap gets the job

galadap and mamare sitting in the talkatorium discussing whether to hire an ornamental hermit   mamas recently returned from the endives where she was fishing for the fossilized souls of sixth century apophatics and the trip was a stunning success and mamas in a rare great mood  capable of conversation and undistracted by the invisibles and the principles and governance of the amusement parks of milith and lephistopheles 

which lawn though do you think it should inhabit   cowchim suggests the northwestnorth  queermendungjia suggests the northnorthwest  wangsiri suggests the westnorthnorth  tubeetu suggests the westwestnorth         

eastnortheast

but nothing suggests the eastnortheast

ım suggesting its suggestion being suggested in the lack of suggestings

a kind of apomancy   hm

brumy could apply

brumyll scare our intruders

they cant see it

you think brumys your imaginary friend but thats imaginary   brumys as real as bernardine soares

weve had this debate before

well ive got some conjunctio to attend to   ill leave things in your capable hands

do you want to at least interview the shortlist

ill just get rid of them if i dont like them

and mamas off like a zome or a fluffiness or a gravid fomentress or a braigetoír or a bewrayed pergola or the hegassen at a harrying frolic

wanted

ornamental hermıt

at the house of mama

eastnortheast lawn access only

room and herbs and potions

random stipends possible for sundry services

must have a minimum of three centuries experience in uselessness and absurdity

unparalleled intelligence creativity wit vitality and scatological prowess required

other than this house of mamas an equal oppootunity employer

and doesnt distinguish based on sex gender religion race ethnicity class age sanity ability langwich species aesthetics sentience politics physicality or existence but only on criteria unnameable unconscious subjective unknowable

galadap likes the ad so much

she decides to apply herself 

dear esteemed outcats at the house of mama

ım an outcat of outcats and ı do dada like mama   ım funnier than the nınth and thırteenth century combined and ım so past intelligence its forgotten it exists   ı shit 81 times a day and each is a delırıous perfectıon that seızes the apple of clarıty and floods the world with the snobbıshness of madness   we are the creators of the cosmoses behind ın above and below the cosmos and the ıncarnate dream of energy that turns the numinous into unconcerned anarchıc grounds of deluging eyes   ı am the polyprefixes of all substantives   they are the omnisuffixes of all copulatives   we are the panaffixes of the destruction of grammar syntax meaning and langwıch

yours sincerely

galadap

she gets an interview and decides to wear the chromatic liquid buffoonery she picked up in pondicherry during an archaic monsoon

lovely outfit says galadap as galadap enters the interviewatoria

why thanks so much says galadap my dıno picked it out for me

oh you have a dıno exclaims galadap scribbling in her notebook furiously

ı think every selfrespecting ornamental hermıt should

are you selfrespecting though

to the extent respects a function of spectacular yes

and to the extent its not

ah theres the grub

havent washed my hair in months

no behind you walking by the window

theyre everywhere   lets say youre doing your ornamental hermıt thing in the eastnortheast and twentytwo grubs descend from an afflıction   tell us about a time you havent   what are your three greatest devıancıes   give us an example of how you dont do anything   describe how youve maliciously and gleefully destroyed a team   if you disagree with someone what kind of shıt do you annihilate them with and in what manner

ıd apply the golden ratıo but not the golden rule  divide the grubs by seven golden pottos extracted from some golden maidenhair  subtract a goldeneye pıe  and eat the remainder with some golden handcuffs

when we fıre you how will you respond

ı have a sauce for that

and galadap and galadap gab it up in the interviewatoria until they smell mama on the eleventh floor and absquatulate to the absurdatory

deranged tales from a sadoo stoodio

the lower house of

lumınatı

galadap wakes on the twentysixth of haha to thirteen outhouses on the eastnortheast lawn of the house of mama   its not my deathday or saintday or birthday she thinks mamas not under her trixter sign   cranishs in akpatok   the luminositys been repaired   a coven of jakes she chortles and spends breakfast wondering how to approach them   ill just eavesdrop for a while and see if i find out anything

on the fourth of décervelage she overhears some turds gossiping in the ninth privy   ı shall name them now says galadap though shes unsure which name belongs to which crapper

ooboo   clıtamen   sylıphıs

alıs   occultatıon   螺旋

oupÿpuo   شٹ   ınutılıous   bromıde 

sadoo   khazı   wc vulg

some muffets later round about the sixth or seventh or eleventh of pédale galadap relocates to the eastnortheast lawn  pitches a marquee  and situates herself before the erstwhile commodes and primarily though discreetly before the ninth and says

ı apologize in advance if ım wrong but while ı address all of you ı address the nınth in a particular way and the nınth ı believe is 螺旋 and 

gurgles and fomentations heard from dispersed depths 

and ıd like to thank you all for being here and honouring us with your presences  galadap has fortunately taken the module on necessaria communication tactics & strategies during her certificate on merdre and everythingness and knows how to address her guests on this occasion  ıd most specially like to thank jejunumıa and duodenumus as well as my many personal guardıan bacterıal spırıts and the uncountable very tıny thıngs that keep the garderobes and reredorters and all their diverse & active family members full and satisfied

螺旋 rises from its steaming transformations and a crown of turds wobbles on the mind of excrement 

there are streams of consciousness and constipations of consciousness   we 13 poo along the spectrum from extreme blockage to extreme stream   dotter of mama  order us from the one extreme to the other correctly and you shall inherit

ooboo   bromıde   khazı

螺旋   occultatıon   alıs

sadoo   clıtamen   ınutılıous    شٹ

oupÿuo   wc vulg   sylıphıs

guesses galadap what do ı inherit?

als hätten wir das alles schon mal gesehen

oh youre deutsche danskers

the more become members of gonad capitalism the more spiritmass has to retreat into the lavatories of night to compensate and balance the books of meat   since all this pooing and going is encapsulated in the defecatory arts we are the council that collects the data from our populated family and weighs the outputs of whonymity analyzing them for nutritional dishealth and distribution and health and the conditions of war between cataphatia and apophatia

ım so extra delighted to have this oppootunity 

we have a smelly song wed like to sing you if youll toilet us

oh please

among many other callings its called potty party

the 13 councillors of scat assemble their brains in guggling pattern round galadap and break into sonic forms never before dumped in whonym ears   and the guest  this specimen of the house of mama for whom its not saintday nor birthday nor deathday  enters kaleidoscopic reveries of boundless dimension and passages later when she awakens on the floor of the preservatory she records 

tercet latrine

if you drink some mydaleine

and turn a little green

dont turn to the sentine but the ______

tercet loo

look! in the delftwares a heap of doo

i dont have a clue

who wouldnt use the ______

tristich shitter

being the houseofmamas dotter

you never go atwitter

that langwichgutter  you just go a______

tristich littlemysticsroom

when youre abloom with spoom

but tranced before godheads holy tomb

its a choice      doom or zoom to the other ______

quatrain closet

nothing in lifes so dulcet

from the outset or the offset

as the lower faucet

we turn on in the va cua train ______

and the days the cusp twixt merdre and gidouille  edging toward the origins of the slow dump of light  and galadap rises and the suns a luminous turd and she turns toward the eastnortheast lawn and the councils gone and there are only as usual some ornamental hermits frolicking in the city of sizzling folly

deranged tales from a sadoo stoodio

the quaker oats company

galadaps dada wouldnt die   everyone had lost count of the number of times they knew this was the last week and they cast their spells and said their prayers and drank their whisky  each according to its kind  and then   a bra cad a bra   there dadad be  asking for his bit of tortured chicken or bowl of muffets from that secret storehouse of 2391 boxes he had ordered from the quaker oats company after hed received inside info  quite accurate it turned out  that muffets was going to be discontinued globally forever

probably because it doesnt have enough sugar

it doesnt have any sugar

you cant have breakfast without sugar

it didnt keep up with the times

they shouldv added sucrose and made those shredded pucks blue and green and red then they wouldv sold

oh its alright   i got my 2913 boxes   i figure i have to live  at a rate of two muffets a day  till 151 to run out

2391 boxes dada

and thats the way it went

hed fall out of his bed in the night and bang his head and go to emerg and everyone would say well now thats it but a few days later hed be back at home dozing in his chair   his potassium levels would leap and hed be rushed to emerg and everyone would say well now thats surely it but a few days later hed be back at home looking at his unfinished muffet and wondering why the quaker oats company discontinued such a perfect cereal   it wasnt because he didnt like sugar   the muffet would go in the bowl and it would be covered with imprisoned cowmilk and then a quarter cup of golden yellow sugar from the redpath sugar company would get heaped on top and then 4 fluid ounces  though theyre not that fluid  of golden corn syrup from the beehive company which as far as we can tell isnt a company but is a product of  were not sure of this  ach food companies  which in turn is owned we think by associated british foods  which in turn is owned by wittington investments  which in turn is owned by the garfield weston foundation  which makes it sound like a charity  which is more or less owned by a bunch of western weston colonialists  but who can own corn really   dunno  you try googling who owns beehive cornsyrup and see what you get   i mean try another browser and you get the st lawrence starch company  which btw got into a lawsuit with the canada starch company as to which of their brands of corn syrup was fed to the dionne quints and then it seems like st lawrence and probably beehive and maybe the entire river & god knows the quints too got sold to bestfoods which seems somehow to have a sibling named hellmanns and the whole theybang no doubt including a lot of other carcinogenics was sold to cpc international or ingredion or cornproductsrefining or texaco or mazola one or all of which in one of its or their iterations was named the worlds most ethical company which godalmighty cant be true which was sold to unilever which owns a fuckofalot      anyhoo this cornsyrup  only ganesha knows who owns it  would get poured on top of the whole cancerous mess and he fell off a ladder reaching for david copperfield  dickens was the only literature he knew   look were using the pasttense already  dickens and the bible  and some leg infection would blow up his leg to five times the normal size and creep toward his heart and everyone would say well its gotta be time now and a few weeks later hed be watching the birdies from his rocking chair and chuckling to himself birdies look at the birdies the point is we dont recommend you google beehive corn syrup

we should do him in the way trintignant does riva in amour   thats the way its done  thats love

thats murder brumy

murder love whats the diff   trintignant does it

thats in the movies

trintignant was done

thats in the dying

death imitates art

rewilding

how long do you think someone can live on cornsyrup and incarcerated geneticallymodified harrowed chicken

probably til its muffets run out

when ı kick the muffets ıd like to be 81 and sleeping in a hammock on sable island

a cute little horsie nibbling on your gonads

thats the way to bite the lust

old muffetlovers dont die  they just wheat away

oh brumy could you be a sweet dino and get me a bromide martini with nine cherries

& dada doesnt dıe

for dada is forever