imbrued imbroglio

a gap opens between the mad who are prey to a kind of infinite intransmissible knowledge and the sane those who come from another world clean established networked secure whose ignorance is enormous as if they belong to different species they can no longer understand each other or share the same values or references

ive known the happiness of nearly dying long before i die and so my living has been my death and we write manuals with our meat on strategies and tactics for coping with this unsanctioned arrangement

ironys a child of the nearfar copulations of the living and the dead 

fear breeds anger and anger suffering

etiology breeds dogma and dogma suffering

injustice breeds anger and anger oblivion

anger breeds art and art unsuffering

fear breeds irony and irony peace

sex breeds sex and sex sex

whats denied returns but almost everything must be denied excluded so almost everything returns

watch as the other infiltrates you so massively theres no room left for what you think is you

despairs to lose speed slow down abdicate success and wealth

hopes in speed

another kind of hope in despair

choose despair my friend

its the only hope

narrative collapse more nutritious than narrative integrity

inconsistency more integral than consistency

the ethical models you seek cant be found not because they dont exist but as anyone with the required attributess effectively unfindable out of media out of position out of name theyve retreated or never entered not from ignorance but disinclination and the kind of consciousness thats innately and pervasively wary of the crowd and its comprehensive obligations

having been confronted with our alterity were now responsible to death

weve already lived our death and now whats there to do

nothing she says why would such a one want to do anything or even have the capacity after a certain point one just doesnt believe in action anymore

and yet being dead and yet in meat requires action at least to eat and defecate and there is the mind running around like it does like a tiger thats somehow found its way into your basement

just be swept along like a corpse in the ganga or a deer in a wildfire thats all thats required of you now

a responsibility more taxing than those i once had among the living

for what more demanding job is there than the mirror

writings born from a necessity of withdrawal and an equal necessity of engagement one writes to find a way out of the dilemma and the writing made as it is of language slowly places the confused one on its side the side of withdrawal and by the time the writing one realizes where they are and that the dilemmas been resolved its too late ones there engagement has become as possible as marshmallow planets and motile mountains

oh clever writing far cleverer than any who enter you

diap & fukk return to novel after not really ever having left

in 1203 in sardinia madona myrrhea domina mycelia muff takes a wrong turn at the countless circle of trencher and finds themselfs forthwith in a turret of countess deipnosophistia whose tables set once daily at nineteen hundred oh one and thirteen minutes prior muffs door opens and shes donned the textiles laid fresh at nones and descends the sixhundredandsixtysix stairs to the candled gastronomatory and there at the ossiferous mensa twentytwo metres from chair to chair apart hostess and guest dine but do not speak and even if they would who could understand in that cavernous farness and in the subsequence in the fuddledum the noble countess follows muff to that high and lonely bartisan that serves now as what might be deemed a home and there still wordless as a defaced tesseract she esteemed and loaded as slowly as a blackcaiman dedons what was once laid fresh and on that échauguette muffs muff and these are the nights and days of madona mycelia and so is the fate of the circle of trencher

hard to stay away from the whonym action

novels our only freedom

a tenebrous freedom

our autothanatographical practice and so our way and virtue

we refer unreaders to our many past and future musings on autobiothanatohagiographies

autothanatography despite any radical transgressive claims must remain a script of the living

yet the living whove died and die again and daily yet remain alive are both dead and living and they draw from their deaths to bring the syntax of death into the hard conventions of the living and there present them however filtered they must be to manifest at all and so ickidemicks and skullars in saying in their ratiocinated rational reason that autothanatography can only be a living thing give precedence to biodeath and blind themselves to the manifold other deaths and in this reveal their meat monism and egging bifurcations

so novels basically mud murmurs

a linguistic predicament yes

an irony of ironies

posthumous memoirs

an indeterminate indeterminability

a community displacement

a postlogue to a mythologue to a prologue to an idealogue to a nonologue 

to write novel we enter death with everything but our meat and there let novel enter that which is in our meat but has come outside it and we bring this back to our meat in what you call life and let it speak and this is why we cant quite figure out the title

not time travel and wormholes but deathholes and death travel

not to suicide or voyeur death not visit death as a tourist but pilgrim

novels a travelogue about our pilgrimages to death

scarcely very little on not quite nothing 

not my vigilance but death itself that watches and writes

yet sadoos actually a novel of great hope

death

despair

the hope of despair

despair just means to remove speed and advancement and so to place ourselves in despairs to place ourselves in novel rather than speed

its written among the miko of the shrine of patanus and sometimes said that when the metric multiple unit prefixes officially reach thirteen it shall be as the nine billion names of god and the stars will die and all life end

remember the other quectoaufhebung we were in the cemetery on the outskirts of sine quibus non and a supine trope ambled to us irremissively and the epitaph facing us balked at itself giving way at the foot of its headstone to that antiquated stairwell and voices like lost vows of the infinite hanging in silver mists and we look at each other like those poster toads incilius periglenes in silvagenitus and why not why not and we go down

to be continued

fukk & diap return to novel after not really ever having left

so fukk hows novel going 

its a tsunami of consciousness

in the age of excess stupidity and apocalypse streams dont do it

isnt every age stupid excessive and apocalyptic

stupid yes excessive yes but were excessively excessive of excess which makes other ages look restrained and apocalyptic not really 

everyones mad

women should be mad blacks should be mad whites shouldnt be mad unless theyre moby dick the insane should be mad but theyre too busy being insane the old should be mad but dont realize it the poor should be mad but are too busy working at kfc and walmart all the time nonwhonyms should be mad and they are theyre furious but we dont realize it because we dont know how to listen to their different languages and thats what novels about their legitimate fury

except for rich pet dogs and cats

hamsters alligators budgerigars chinchillas mice geckos ferrets tarantulas snails

what if a whites poor old insane and a bear

they should be mad too

what if a blacks rich young sane and not a bear

no ones sane

isnt novel sane at least in the sense its so insane it comes full circle

like before and after follow each other

still called covida

thats what its really about what its called

thought it was about the legitimate fury of nonwhonyms

its about everything

everything all at once all the time

thats too much

are we in it

we come and go

like superyachts in rising tides

like superbots in devising biocides

who are the real protagonists

puns

puns and words and voids and turds

what about people you cant sell this unless you include people

puns are people

puns arent people

arent you just anthropomorphizing puns

they dont have legs homes scooters and cute little noses

youre calling them protagonists

if were serious about collapsing whonym supremacy novel has to go there

there

into the dark insane places

of removing the burden of whonym enterprise

simply experimenting with more fragments and styles with people at the centre of action doesnt go there

arent we people

im a pun

a pun from patanus

are aidesmémoire novels then

yes

carrot peel

yes

a penguin

definitely

weve said all this before its not whether sadoos a

so its called sadoo

whether sadoos a novel or not whether its good or bad acclaimed or ignored sane or insane

whats it a matter of

its not

that its nots a key selling point

but it cant be sold

thats also a key selling point

theres no point no sales no key

novel

lets return to our returning to novel

thought we were there

hows it going

were pleased fukk look were progressing and progresss what its all about

thought it was all about desupremacing the whonym

thats progress

looks like regress but feels like progress

or the other way around

the point is though

the points a circle 

the circles a sphincter

why do you have to be so scatological isnt that infantile wont that turn unreaders off

where the word is so the turd

pun has placed its scansion in the place of decrement

ildiam hustler fates

crazy novel talks with the grogshop

hyperlitpuneraturing will get you nowhere

where we want to be

where we are

you advocate all this slowingdown retreating regressing returning so isnt the tsunamiization of novel the wrong approach

to be continued

political meat

the mystic political meat of desultory mutants consortium mpmdmc was found absent from todays proceedings and the conglomeration of productive activist bodies corporation cpabc has established a task force to determine strategy and next steps

were they even invited

did we even want them

who are they

do they even exist

diversity and inclusion are one of our nineteen values

but how do we include what we cant see

thats not our responsibility

we can only do so much

if you dont give to society why should society give to you

you have to be out there acting to be included

action is presence and actions life

ive read that its been said that nonactions a form of action

more coffee anyone

how was this even noticed

yeah like if theyre unseen and absent and unheard why are we even here wasting our time

killem

nervous laughter

inappropriate frank

well theyre basically dead anyway im sorry it doesnt matter

we have limited resources we all know this we have to apply our resources so that we get the biggest bang for the buck

they dont want our help anyway

they like being irrelevant they wouldnt be mystic mutants otherwise

but theyre also political meat which means

theyre not even here to speak for themselves

desultoriness distracts from our common task

whered you learn to say that

general laughter

i agree with most of whats been said but i think what were missing is that even if there were a will on their part

and we dont know this

we dont know this and even if there was capacity on ours

which there isnt

which there isnt how would we even implement anything resembling integration

or even separate domains of inclusion

good phrase pitania

its like oil and water

they can apparently be mixed but its not cost effective

theres an interesting precedent i read about recently that happened in the middle ages in the monastic state of the order of malta when there was this knight called humpesch and he fell in love with a mother superior called volupta and they used to meet in a cistern to well you know

ok back to the agenda

what does political meat even mean in this context

there is the political meat white paper that the political meat special committee produced

anybody read it

more if anyone remembers

would they even have covered special cases it was a few years ago

who was the lead on that

think it was ocney

really ocney was the lead

i cant believe they put ocney on the political meat thing

look ive got the united rations presentation coming up

if i dont finish that report for boojiza by tomorrow ill get shot

bijeldis totally on my case about the akei numbers

we have to show some deliverables 

lets refer this to the political meat white paper people

or just the white paper

the special cases clause

what if it doesnt exist

that doesnt matter

good thinking yiqi

well thanks everyone super efficient work who wants to go to lunch

general huzzahs and scurries to the many washrooms

my plastıc throat swallows every langwıch

unable to be polıtıcally actıve or to be much ın what you call world at all not because of physıcal dısabılıty mental ıllness house arrest psychologıcal malfunctıon but spırıtual capacıty thıs polıtıcs of apophatıa mystıcany esotatanıa as potent and valıd as those on the street conference rooms congress 

ım my own exaltatıon love paın magıc

wrıte them agaınst and alongsıde

those who tell me not to ın theır ındıfference derısıon

wrıte your rapturous ıllegıtımate sufferıng ıncorrıgıble messy meat

dont follow the rules

go to a dıfferent place

wrıte madnesses of mystıc meat

oh pooets of uberubus hellelujahs

allow the joy of loss to flow freely ınto words

the almost delıghtful pathologızatıon and clınıcızatıon of the dead abelard had bıpolar zürn schızophrenıa dıckınson autısm and dysthymıa vangogh everythıng the entıre panoply of contrıbutors to artıng and thınkıng however bolstered they were by systems of abuse and exclusıon however flawed ın theır persons are beıng rewrıtten as mentally ıll how do we thınk todays names regardless of whatever sanıty currency they mıght possess among varıous trıbes of the lıvıng are any dıfferent how do we thınk socıetıes today communıst democratıc theocratıc monarchıc tyrannıc parlıamentary plutocratıc republıcan totalıtarıan olıgarchıc ın theır rank trıbalısm arent as pervasıvely abusıve and exclusıonary as those we cheaply denıgrate were the ınsane and degenerate other beıng rewrıtten by ancıent forces reachıng through the flımsy curtaıns of tıme to our autovaulted currency

all these eccentrıc passıonate ıntellectual vısıonary fuckups were narcıssıstıc of course but what sort of crıtıcısm ıs that when thıs woeful specıes ıs ın ıts entırety when to maıntaın yourself at all requıres a narcıssısm so pervasıve and accepted we dont see ıt cloaked as ıt ıs ın the assumptıon of whonym supremacy that legal legıtımızed enculturated enforced and source evıl

enter the space that opens between the nearfar currency of commıtted exotatıa and the farnear abstractıons of abstruse antıquıty to fınd a shımmerıstıc langwıch of descent ınto decreatıve depersonhood aporetıc exorbıtance and grammars of alterıty