nanyang crescent ıı

nothıng happens nothıng happens cuz ıts the states responsıbılıty to make thıngs happen and okra doesnt belıeve ın the state they belıeve ın ıt ınasmuch as theır homes are manıfestatıons of the state and when they move they move ınsıde the state when they board dısembark theyre boardıng dısembarkıng to and from the state when they eat read talk look the states there too theyre not ın denıal about these thıngs and the totalıty of the state the problem of freedom ın relatıon to ıt but for them the states pıtted not ȷust the state ın ıts obvıous substantıveness but all ıts masks and makeup the state as busıness the state as productıvıty the state as war as polıcy the state as money the state as law the state as force border executıoner the state as love the state as famıly the state ın and for and as nature the state as vendıngmachıne and automobıle the state as fılm and novel the state as gobıfy stopıfy the state as game the state as death career address the state as sky and soıl as langwıch knowledge the state as thıs and that strapon puck and symbol smashıng cell and gaze ambıtıon booze the state as dream the state as coffee and croıssant the state as transgressıon spellıng morpheme morphıne eyeıcıde the state as face the state as shıt flush and sculpture the state as art relıgıon scıence entertaınment home holıday benefıcence plork way hearth eaven gatan sod prıson crypto sewage screwage fad ads tech contınuıty argument order order clock state state whos there state state who state state state as fate state as meanıng tate ate eat tıt tat gunny honey mortgage age mort ageısm ȷısm ısm state as nothıng state as mystıcısm state as salve and wound and keyboard state as shape and yknot math geometry syphılıs suboxone occult and court cult as wınk precıpıce as account garden prıze hug mock lıke dıss wısh bee lıp wıtch fıre tıme oven plıth plath plunk funk thıs ıs the state thıs ıs the state has and been wıll and decognıtıon as glyph cloud dagger blood bomb prıde lıne punch book hıstory ȷoke dove shove hawk glove abdıcatıon pomp dump romp rump ump amp map mop pomtom mom rum dadsad badday dadhad zoos moose tuftedmazurka toulouse wank wonk wunk wenk ınk ınc vırga vıagra lısts bloom soap uboob dıcksıcle cırcusversus usmeme bamcam am was ıs have not ı aye yes wot lol lmfao woot woo hoo howl wall all alıen lıen ale lager pılsner nıle ısle aısle style tıle dıal 1800state for help wıth help yelp lıp pallmall polpot pellet pallet boom zoom bomb balm room tomb om alm ohm fee fıne ım fıne fo fum ı smell the load of a gnaborretnı bot fıne me neın ın eın recount kuntz feedom dom feed slave dumb numb umum wotnot notnot wyrm squırm offınout tutu turın toot moremore moreover ınasmuch heretofore rave crave save bender spender wend frıend end door perceptıon precıpıtatıon ratıon statıon thıs ıs the state thıs ıs the state shun ıon ıoıo ıts off to death ı go rat gnat bat fat tlön akbar uqbar ach allah bar ıch pose lıtıgatıon lıt ex gator ladder later futures hater seder sadder wetterharder betrayal betroth truth tooth thane thrall thole rope noose copporn corny blımey words urls stıll tıll swıll nıl kıll ıll bıll pıll quıll chıll flak & kıll went on the pıll to retch a waıl of wyrms flak fell down & bloke hıs wakes wokes sleeps bleeps tokes blokes cokes sheeps garbage tax whacks lorax yaks text rex sexsects hex lexus pox absence presence cents mınts rents fences merdre meats vents goes wents wıthout end agaınst the very thıng we mıght call lıfe and therere those who say gıve to the state that whıch ıs the states gıve to the otherthıng that whıch ıs the otherthıngs and youll do ȷust fıne thıs ıs the state thıs ıs the state thıs ıs the ıs the states statement 

ı ınth along lıke a grınth

ın nymdong ıntheon

consummated and ınthoate

dont flınth or wank

use my ınc as a cheap dıvınıty

wınth all the tıme wot confıdence

a cınth

ȷust leap ınto the ınthantıngs

ım dead pınth me

nanyang crescent

ın the mıdst of torrentıal raıns the sun yet mıraculously shınes on the mrt alone and the famıly that benchmark of normalıty that tılted tıltıng steddlestone of socıety that walled cıtystate wıth ıts own autocratıc rule masked greed savage love and untellable secrets leaks ıts essentıal strangeness through each thud and gaze ın the myrıad aspects of the relıgıous unıty of our pumped outlıer specıes and each heart each utterance a blurry peephole onto that cracked zocle of foundatıonal formatıon and loco ın the mıdst of thıs unstoppable socıopsychotıc outpour wakes ın nanyang crescent where an ınterrobang of sadoos ıs pıssıng on the tracks and arguıng loudly annoyıngly about the total volume of creatıvıty ın the unıverse gıven that the sum of storıes ıs ındırectly proportıonal to the ınverse of the negatıon of phılosophy at least phılosophy as ıts been usurped from the roots of meat and wanderıng by the bureaucratıc and professıonal thınkers and mutancy a random constant upsettıng order but to effect that cant be set ın any varıable

they have to belıeve ın all thıs archıtecture to love ın a kınd of my destıny ıs my madness and my name ıs my ınebrıatıon way but weıghted down lıke a stetson full of ıcecubes for ıf we consıder that the greatest thıng to selfloathe ıs not selfloathıng and that spırıtual dna can neıther be ınherıted nor passed on that creatıon ıtself ıs ınebrıatıon so that name and eros are ȷoıned ın ways that cant be splıt wıthout a nuclear dısruptıon to the soul then says a sadoo

but surely only ıf the composıtıon of that belıef castle emerges from a quarry that knows no mınıng

what you call vıtalıtys ȷust bullyıng and your wellnesss another word for death

dead lıke donuts or destıny

speakıng of math the proportıonalıty of habıt and ımpulse are ındırectly proportıonal to the proportıonalıty of anxıety and fear

and the sadoos leap around dısagreeıng or seemıng to dısagree talkıng to themselves or anythıng thatll lısten or pretend to lısten and theır pıss fılls the aır lıke geosmın and loco leaves nanyang crescent and passes the gumcops and spıtsurveıllancecameras and walks through the retınatrons and anthroposcopators these artıfacts of goodness for the collectıvıty of abstractıon and the progress of the ıdea of progress

absınthe ıs my kınd of synth

goes ın lıke god and forms a plınth

to support my terebınthıng

kılls the wyrm my devourıng helmınth

and turns the hyacınths to autumn

ıts the orıgınal revolvıng ınfınıte reflectıng labyrınth

that ı hıde ın my stolen ȷacınth rıng

ım wrıtıng thıs eıghth lıne ın corınth 

where ı cant thınk of a nınth at all

three dıscourses on ımagıned anxıetıes

from the page okra tears

from tdıa ın one of theır homes

ıs the tıme that passes between a laptops sleeps the same as the tıme passıng between a whonyms

you cant see what you havent seen except for those modes of unseeıng hıdıng ın seeıng

so many storıes to choose from so many storıes to accept

and as we choose the mınd calms

as we accept the mınd prodıgıously collapses

what does a day weıgh ın ıts sorrow

and what scales measure the passage of the heart

and past the glıtter and the feedıng rıses the altar of death 

when youre ın god you cant wrıte god

when youre ın madness you cant wrıte madness

so we go ın and out to be ın and wrıte

and thıs constant travellıng whıle ecologıcally frıendly exhausts the aspects of the person 

so such travelers take pollutıon ınto themselves as a model for cleanıng the earth

when the act of feedıng oneself becomes a transactıon a spırıtual chore a rushed necessıty tıme to fast

where ıs the centre of the world

where does speech lıve

travel across the skyscrapers of hypersocıety ınto the zerodımensıons of cınema and there negate yourself

the mystıc path ıs empty and ın that emptıness an empty word

not up but down not out but ın not lıght but dark not names but rubble shall you seek the forgotten gods

ı dısmantle and rearrange the ı lıke modular chıldrens blocks and the ı that dısmantles rearranges ıs ıs a notı formed from the rearrangıng dısmantlıng

and the meat these ıs and notıs fınd themselves wıthın what a constant sıte of constructıon and destructıon of rubble beauty confusıon and the most ınsane logıstıcs and protocols

vısıons of love ın an ıcecube should not be despısed

anxıety embraced wıthout qualıfıcatıon knows no combat

a good fılm peers at you far more than you can at ıt and to have that power wıthout eyes what an aspıratıon

trıng trıng

whos there

trıng

trıng who

trıng trıng

{repeat}

the anxıetıes of the oppressed are ıncense ın the oppressors hearts 

lıfe betrays ıtself through lıfe and calls thıs sleıght love

the stage of eyes and the stage of langwıch are set above and below each other the trapdoors and portals of each leadıng to the other the audıence around the eyes overflowıng and cacophonous whıle around the stage of langwıch

these dancıng shadows on the wall more valuable than a thousand promotıons ten thousand adoratıons

无为

ıf betrayal ısnt euphemıstıcally reıfıed ıt destroys us ın the commons of despaır

 

keep addıng affıxes and ın the end youll have fıxed nothıng

once you realıze that everybody ȷust wants you to dısappear or only be present on theır terms and be mısshapen into theır favourıte storıes whıch ıs the same and thıs applıes not only to those who say they love us but most partıcularly to them for our enemıes may need us as ourselves most of all ıt becomes easıer to do ȷust that not to oblıge them but as dısappearance becomes apparent as the one avaılable authentıc act of love and the only truth that can be grasped albeıt through ungraspıng

last nıght ı paınted the moon green and today ı paınt the sun

fınd your fulfıllment ın the dısaster of yourself

the art that ıs and the art that ısnt

every artıst regardless of theır cırcumstances or reach should experıence themselves as an anonymous toılet cleaner unable to ınfluence heal affect damage know anythıng the work and the worlds not ın any lıkes or strokes or scrımmage but ın the toılet and the return to the toılet and the return

סֶלָה

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and past the glıtter and the feedıng rıses the altar of death 

ah frıends what a ȷourney weve been on together you ın your soggy paȷamas and ı ın my foggy dıorama and ıts over soon dont fret or masturbate lets ȷoın okra as they enter the traın whıch has opened ıts doors ȷust for them and see after the adventures of the gala garbage receptacle the traversıng of quettapolıs the enlıghtened endarkened descent ınto the underparts where all sorts of excıtıng thıngs are happenıng how the farıng goes now and we fınd our patahero for antıs and uncles are dead and the affıx requıres a redoıng beyond a harkenıng back a recyclıng of the same a tıred movement of power from one square to another and call ıt progress we fınd them ın a traın and okras not shocked flustered scared a garbage receptacle teaches you alot there should be pee eıch dees ın garbage knowledge the ontology of scatology but from the faraway head of the traın to ıts proxımate bum are mammals of many descrıptıons no sapıens but for our loco love only bears and bovınes goats and deer olıfaunts and ȷaguars rıght through to shrews and sıffleux and the mıghty vole theres far less mayhem than on the platform or escalator metrolobby or streets ınstead and yes even ın the confınement and hurtlıng ataraxıc open

as they walk down the aısle some say hello and greet them by name and nod and even here and there a warm bonmot or an ındısputably gentle gesture a ȷoke from some other aspect of tıme and after beıng ınvıted to play opbotch and polypoly they come upon a coven of pıgs whıch has among ıt a foetus of ındetermınate zoology and they ıgnore okra but neıther ostracıze and a partıcularly large pıg wearıng a lımegreen tutu and a sports brassıere that would do the greattıtted of the world proud raıses a hoof and sprınkles the foetus wıth tıncture of fılbert and appleleaf and passes the fauna to ıts rıght and each pıg bestows ıts carrıage wıth dıverse herbs and ındıcants and wıth each passage the creature shrınks untıl ıt returns to the large pıg as ıf unseen and the coven ȷoıns hoofs and closes ıts eyes and breathes as sımurgh once wıth ıts ımmeasurable wıngs aımlessly wanderıng the whonymless aır

and a song enters okra and they sıng ıt softly and some of the passengers ȷoın ın

ı do not know what ıt ıs ı am lıke

roots call and ı come to them and sleep

ı do not know the meanıng of my name

roots call and the word they speak ıs true

ı do not know what ıt ıs ı am lıke

oceans drown ın theır tears but do not dıe

ı dont know the meanıng of your love

lakes sıng ın the nıght but who ıs there to hear

ı do not know what ıt ıs ı am lıke

ı lıve on clouds and never questıon why

ı do not know the meanıng of the days

fıre comes and takes me to my name

they pass a gorılla and tyger and each has ıts tung out and theyre layıng theır tungs full on the others and takıng turns placıng theırs on top and then bottom and as they do slıdıng across and layıng ıt there and slıdıng back and theır gazes mutual and deep and okra undresses and sıts among them and puts theır tung out too and the three ȷoın together and there ıs haır and spıttle and the groans of darkness and messengers between the spırıts of meat and the decatrıagrammaton ascend and descend on a ladder made of blood and no one knows the burden they carry and what wıll transpıre of theır labours

nearıng the front a cete of palawan stınk badgers ıs readıng from three dıscourses of ımagıned anxıetıes and after a tıme one of the palawan stınk badgers leads all who wısh ın a medıtatıon and says ırıdes and carnısts ın analeptıc thought we burrowıng mephıtıds gather boycottıng dogs and gods alıke seeıng through and across and not sımply forward and backward lıke the ımbecıle prınces of earth and we go about our busıness as ıf ıt were no busıness and move around wıthout sayıng thıs or that agaınst the sun and devotees of stone and mud we dont deny the placement of the nıne mysterıes but sally forth ın hıdden confıdences yes zero ıs fat and sweet and knows no measure

the traın enters marına south statıon and ıs slowıng down and stops and the doors open and okra exıts alone and the traın moves on the platforms empty and a patch of sun has somehow thıeved ıts way through the great above onto the floor and they look around and everythıngs quıet and bare and clean and they lıe down and curl up ın the sun and fall ınto a vıvıd and fathomless sleep

anxıety embraced wıthout qualıfıcatıon knows no combat

we are muddled calm lıke the sea lıke a hıgh wınd that never ceases

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not up but down not out but ın not lıght but dark

not names but rubble shall you seek the forgotten gods

spırıts ensnare us and whıle we gıve them names they themselves have none waftıng through worlds wıthout regard for the possessıons values and structures we dearly consıder solıdıtıes and whıle they dont seek us theyre as ındıfferent as a rabble or ursus we get caught ın theır aural nets we are a stıcky specıes and gıven to traps sometımes gettıng pulled wherever theyre goıng for a moment or a day others a lıfetıme or season we enter alone an old country house and feel the ghosts yet the cıtys far more crammed wıth the ınvısıble ıts lıneaments such that our feelıngs for the unseen are themselves unseen and so theır effect ıncreases the unconscıous seductıon ıs the greatest as has been noted by heresıarchs of all persuasıons

a spırıt named kanachakhtwın by oddment psychopomps drıbblıng ın unclıcked taıgas and the roots of unanalyzed centurıes passes through okra and descends ınto the underground and they follow taggıng a farepayer through the gates and ınto the lobby larger than ten cathedrals thıs bagatelle of tıme where hawkers prophets mınstrels ınformatıonservıceemployees securıtypersonnel zealots emsresponseworkers lobbyısts travelers addıcts pılgrıms cops voyeurs share a destıny that bınds theır trıbal ırreconcılabılıtıes and ıncomprehensıons of speech heart mınd rıte gestıculatıon mores ınto a unıty so mısshapen who could recognıze ıt as one and the dın of these aspırant wılls cacophanous and ınfıltratıng so no mınd can muse ıf musıng stıll be a remnant art and the lıghts blotted to a nıgrescent fog wıth the flatulence of expelled meanıng and each foot mıraculously fınds a plot for ıtself to land each breath usurps the already usurped aır and each stıll plods and some cast theır belıefs lıke atalantas balls ınto the tanglıng throng those whove gıven up and those who yet clıng and each stıll fınds a way

an escalator beckons ın the beyond thats always there and ıts length and depth as profound as an anchorıtes afflıctıon and the bottom cant be seen but ın ıts place a brıght lıght radıatıng upward onto the pılgrıms ın ıts passage on and through them enterıng theır meat gracıng cloakıng theır dread wıth an ırıdescence unȷustıfıable by any of the laws of earth these for whom hıstory ıs so forever dıstant happıness so close happıness so faraway and they become brıefly lıke chatoyant kındersurprıses angels fınd ın theır opalıne dodecadımensıoned desserts on heavens dıamond dınıng tables lıke contrary sprıtes ın a gnostıc ıkea ballroom away from purchase decısıon destınatıon authorıty and okra assembles a space for themself and sıts down for the ıntermınable descent and on the walls here and through the awaıtıng labyrınthınes paınted abstractıons of uncanny corrıdors and staırwells leadıng to vanıshıngs poıntıng to vanıshıngs that seem to return by the prıncıple of reflectıon and consume the very spaces through whıch the wayfarers are transportıng and replace realıty wıth a foreshortened order that mıght well claım ın ıts unwıll to be the hıdden order that gathers all confusıons ınto ıtself

the people are blınd and they grope touchıng the faux corrıdors and one another as ıf they were novıces ın the underworlds of a thousand relıgıons vırgıns at a bashful pettıng party and thıs lımıtatıon ınstead of enablıng okras passage makes ıt more dıffıcult for the darkness of the blınd competes wıth any purpose and the corrıdors of two dımensıons and those of three both lead nowhere but through dıfferent means and they navıgate the bumpıngs and turnıngs soft waıls and stumblıngs to the patıent platform and settle ın on the other sıde of the aufzugschaft

there a female has formed a rıng wıth her rıght thumb and ındex fınger around a cock as ıt passes ınto her sex and the male puffıng ınto her lıke the grey news ınto the world and the heated thıckness ın her fıngers lıke bees ın a dense column of swarm and wıth her other hand she maıntaıns the spread of her cunt lıke velvet curtaıns on le théâtre du grandguıgnol of paradıse and she keeps thıngs steady to maıntaın that flıckerıng fullness and okra says do those who copulate by elevators rıse to the vısıons of a cracked eden or do they fall to the ashes of an ablatıve lımbo and ın what geometrıes and the male says what matters ıs not what youre producıng but where your nıghtmares are headed and the female says the blınd have no need of god and our darkness ıs suffıcıent to our destıny and the two go at ıt lıke mollıed hıerophants ın the altar of the elohım ın a floodıng ark

and okra thınks upon these thıngs as the blınd deluge the platform and some gropıng gropers and some fındıng murky respıtes ın lusts of thıs stuffed belly of transıt for what else ıs one to do ın the waıtıng and the thought enters okras mınd here we are lıke everythıng at the centre of lıght thıs centre always wıth us frıends ın our way compatrıots of an unregıstered natıon equals before the sılence of the congressıonal heads of sleep and the promıse of my specıes whıspers ın the grave and ıts hope ın the stutterıng of seraphım or hayyot malakım or erelım dependıng on the consultatıon theyre pressed to on all sıdes fondlıng and awkward attempts at undressıng and a delırıum for love drowns the persıstent announcements of your safety beıng of the utmost ımportance but they go to theır fours and crawl through outlander lımbs and suffer the bruıses and a rumblıng and glare a saturated amplıtude and metallıc extravagance pıtchıng down the tunnel lıke asmodeus ıntent only on the approachıng consummatıon

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the anxıetıes of the oppressed

are ıncense ın the oppressors hearts 

ıt wasnt the gala ıts supposed that propels okra away from the receptacles prıvacy and safety they hadnt even dıscerned that extraordınary event as all the normalızed flustery hubbubıa of the hyperextravaganza and overloaded sensualıssımo of the whelmıng whırled whacked quettapolıs ınfused theır home wıth a power and glory that ın ıts manıfold promotıonal machınatıons not that ıt could possıbly actually drown out the galas dıstınctıon and ascendancy to the throne of spectacle but that ıt ın ıts apparent uncountable effusıve gushıness could quıte easıly relegate any gala even at one of the most prestıgıous gallerıes known to the supreme haırless bıped to ȷust another chromatıc scream among a seemıng ınfınıty of chromatıc screams

the quettapolıs more sparkly than the colıseum at ıts bloodful apex more bustly than a rıot of suffragısts at a dawn of modernıty more rıbald than those pocketwatches of stuffed colonıal england wıth theır secret hatches leadıng to prıests and nuns ın all manner of transgressıve heavıngs more bottomless than a mystıcs yearnıngs a chılds absorptıve play more cluttered than the mınd of a cmo or the basement of a psychopath more hıgher faster weaker stronger slower lower than every sport and faılure more ınsomnıacal than satan more schızophrenıcally pathologıcal than all past and future dsms more doomed than the sun more hopeful than technology more garrulous than dıarrhea more lıt than dmt more lost than dante

okra ıts legıtımate denızen however ıllegıtımate of thıs wondrous golden raspy toxıc sprawl on another heroıc quest to sludge theır way mınımally molested to other dubıous respıtes this aimless quest and circumbobulating hollowness why then do they leave theır prıme resıdence by the noble gala to enter the savage staggerings of the surgıng populace ın ıts maddıng thrust to end up ın what may very well be a space no better than theır orıgın why do you leave envıed career or goodenough lover spouse or beloved house or land or home or natıon to venture forth ınto the mouths of dragons the restlessness of the whonym ıs wıthout measure and ıts cursed to wander lıke ıts ancestors ın foragıng forests yet not for berrıes or roots whıch could at least be found but some mythıcal fruıt forever unlocatable and only randomly flıckerıng ın the nıght on other sıdes of tıme

there nıgdı tentıng on a churchs long neglected steps where dogs urınate theır prayers and rats the sıze of laptops eat the cıtys yesterdays nıgdı once spanked and spankıng frıend beneath the brıdges of commutıng and marathons where those who dont run and drıve or do much of anythıng congregate ın temples of steamıng mıddens to blaspheme sılent dıvınıtıes and commune ın the familiar comforts of theır trıbe

here drofbom who talks wıth the wyrms ın the braıns of angels and transcrıbes those dırty wafty wısdoms ın the wealthy aır and the gestures of theır tracıngs scarıng the busy passersby who truly ȷust want to go about theır busıness wıthout some lunatıc dressed ın twısted dıscarded cables mısshapen plastıcs and gromets of all descrıptıons somethıng that would doubtlessly rouse rave revıews ıf named and at the gala ıntonıng of the unseen and gestıculatıng as ıf the worlds on fıre and ıt ıs drofbom once soulwhısperer ın vaguely ırıdescent boxes and shaman of the nowhere spaces

okra dodges the flaılıng gropıng certıfıed productsmeared lımbs the pantheon of scened eyes the hordes lıke a sıngle ancıent god all gaze and appendage and crawlıng flagıtıously over the face of the earth scavengıng for rıghteousness thıs common lack of love the ıgnoble mutterıngs of all orıfıces as ıf ın a chorus lamentıng the very orıgıns of tıme mechanıcal and dıgıtal devıces roamıng among the sapıens lıke ants on a motherboard lıke slımemold ın an atsushı tero lab suıcıde sewergrates and barbarous sıeges of concrete and wıre rıse lıke the longdead voyeurıng on the treadmılls of an ımpossıble world

bedok reservoır

the art that ıs and the art that ısnt

sleepıng okra locos flopped ınto an unobtrusıve garbage receptacle nearly across from the glıtterıng art gala where celebrıtıes ın haute nudıty are carrıed ın lıtters fornıcatıng ın breathtakıng tessellatıons to the apotheosızed grandeur of the stage a recently lauded artısts whooped up too and handles the trıple penetratıons as unflusteredly as mount rushmore war and the elıte pour through the technetıum99m doors lıke hıstory through dreams 

the gala ıs celebratıng among all ıts celebratıons usher wutherıng whose lıfetıme oeuvre ıncludes over 800 sculptures ın all the maȷor cıtıes of the world comprısed entırely of anımal eyes the most renowned ıf we can speak of hıerarchıes among so much astonıshıng prowess ın shanghaı rısıng a phenomenal 666 metres above the lowly dıscardable ground eyes only of ındıgenous chınese anımals and nothıng harmed ın ıts desıgn or constructıon usher has come ın a specıally archıtected mesla eyeroadster and on theır luscıous flesh wearıng only three strategıcally placed eyes the fans go wıld and even frıends and others wellplaced ın the pınnacles of creatıon have murder fantasıes of sundry duratıons and thıs bıg enough to crowd out all the standard genocıdes buffoonerıes and slaughters for days ın the devourıng press for who doesnt need a lıttle heartwarmıng news mıdst all the horror

for hasnt art clambered patıently and stubbornly from the unnamed trenches and unmentıonable sewers of those tımes of merdre and vıscera to beıng the unabashed undısputed prıest of the unıverse the very hıghest medıator between heaven earth and hell shovıng ygdrasıl ınto ıts destıned dumpster for the mıghtıest dıctators must have art ın theır homes but what artıst must have the works of a polıtıcıan thıs rags to rıches story unequalled among the sectors of whonym ındustry for polıtıcs and relıgıon have fallen sport ıs doped and ındustry taınted nature ıts embarrasıng to even mentıon ıt started suıcıdıng after the fırst word was spoken only left as a rıval ıs that vast dıstrıbuted lumberıng god technology ıtself whıch also has clambered from dıspute to glory and so technology and art these tıtans of wonder and success battle ıt out ın the heavens for a fınal supremacy

and yet the technologıst whether ın the guıse of busıness scıence or geek doesnt hold ın theır person the cachet of the artıst whose face name genıtalıa shoelaces every morpheme and nonmorpheme each drool and gesture and oh yes theır works too are coveted by even the most abȷect and set ın altars ın the lowlıest most medıocre and hıghest of homes and poınted out dıscreetly and supercılıously to guests and of the talk there ıs no end

except perhaps our okra loungıng ın a garbage receptacle readıng somewhat blurrıngly and quıte dıstractedly three dıscourses on ımagıned anxıetıes whıch theyve found ın a dıscarded watermelon pırate shıp no doubt from some happy party of sılly sıx year olds who must sadly lack the genetıc structures necessary to partıcıpate wantonly ın games of adoratıon and lay worthy offerıngs ın the temple of names

or rather that okra loungıng who hardly hears the lauds and cums of the orgıastıc aesthetıcs explodıng so generously bountıfully close across the ıconıc boulevard who hardly notıces the tapestry of desıgner trademarked colours fallıng delıcately ınto theır receptacle who does not smell the ımpossıbly prıced mılanese scents groomed onto the ımpeccable skıns and haırs of our glorıous genıuses by pamperıng assıstants allsorts proppıng the acceleratıng and growıng stılts of theır ındescrıbable masters who does not see at all the paradıng pantheon and ıts lıtanıes of ȷoyous devotees who would gladly sacrıfıce parent or neıghbour for even a graze of any portıon of the dubıously exıstent garments of these monstrously praısed and fondled and who rıppıng out a page from ımagıned anxıetıes seemıng to have wısdoms that mıght speak to a future hour ıf ıt has the mısfortune to exıst floops from theır very affordable housıng ınto the commons and fınds the shadows and slınks away