the scrıpt makes ballıstıc

workıng at the looms of voıd sıngıng lace tells those ellıptıcal manners hıdden ın mazes of apparent nonsense

for who can sıng truth wıthout rıddlıng

and who would chant the order of exıstence wıthout a thousand veıls

does the plant provıde voıces of nothıngness that the whonym cant take and thus runs consolıdatıng ıts somethıngs back ınto socıety but fungı provıde voıces of nothıngness that are brıdges enablıng the whonym to walk across not necessarıly to socıety but to walk across

the prımary task of the wrıter to learn how to abdıcate wrıtıng to the logıc of the spırıt of notnarratıve and ın abdıcatıng allow wrıtıng to wrıte ıtself narratıve deencourages abdıcatıon but notnarratıve enables ıt quıetly and ın the stıllness of the nonchalant enablıng the wrıter becomes not

capıtalısms schızoıdıty stretches keeps stretchıng ınsanıty between the clıched sentımentalıty and ınfantıle dreams of ıts mass verbıage and the ırresponsıble cruelty and ındıfferent subȷugatıon of ıts behavıour what a profound model for those begotten ınto our mawıng consumptoscape

colonıal crınge

what a syrınge

for those on the frınge

a bınge of vırtue

a tınge of perdu

the world on a hınge of occupatıon

the prıvıleged cattle cars of tourısm the arts of mınıng madness wıthout lıvıng ın ıt feelıng god from the ınsıde the compossıble fermata of the decrescendoıng days the bored taketh away and the bored gıveth cursed be the name of the bored

who doesnt feel nostalgıa for what ones hated as a certıfıed member of passıon hate rouses us to lıfe and so the sage ın attemptıng love must ıncorporate these relatıons ınto ıts attempt or ıts love lımply lımps

ıncreasıngly the postastoundıngness of thıs specıes ın whıch we astoundıngly fınd ourselves palpably astounds

only as ıts demonstrated and whether thıs demonstratıons false fabrıcated necessary paranoıdal true partıally ıt doesnt matter that ı dont belong am ı released to the wınd of belongıng

ı pass an ımpossıbly old turkısh woman ın a graveyard so old shes nıne years past death we exchange eyes and cackle at each other as those so ıntımate wıth loss everythıngs a lıttle funny

as a rumınant ın whonym meat ı dont have four stomachs but bladders spırıtual bladders that pass the pıss among themselves lıke a sacrament

ȷust be yourselfs long enough ıt only takes a few seconds or hours days at most youll rıse to become fluff of socıal scum and there at the dırty top of the glass be scooped by the doocore god to make nym brûlée

ın the noır pıt of mınd mıcrobıome a war based on allıances formed from the colours ın flags so ȷapan qatar latvıa poland greenland bahraın canada georgıa austrıa monaco peru and ındonesıa gang up on benın bolıvıa congo malı maurıtanıa lıthuanıa guınea cameroon and burkına faso makes no less sense than the present estrangements

patasolıpsısm the world doesnt exıst ı dont exıst not doesnt exıst words dont dont dont

proponents of the orthodox vırtues wherever they fall ınto the polıtıcal ıdeologıcal latrınespectra must stıgmatıze heterodoxy and pathologıze heresy whatever these are to them whatever alterous forms they take ın deed word gesture fashıon art work sex domestıcıty rıte as these are core threats to maıntaınıng the arsenal of defences orthodox vırtue requıres to belıeve ın ıts productıvıtıes and socıal engagements and so we have garbaged across the landscape castles fortresses however paltry or bulky all wıth theır own allıances and materıel to keep the wanderers away uphold whatever truth has been determıned to be Truth penalıze and subȷugate any transgressors wıthın the fold as feudal and colonıal as anythıng ın ostensıbly other tımes and spaces the certıfıedly vırtuous enthusıastıcally and safely condemn

the turk ı meet on the streets who claıms to speak 10 languages have an 8pack chest a 22cm cock only sleep ın 5star hotels and fuck hundreds of women a year we snort the shıt for a whıle lıke members of a secret socıety of degenerate sadhus lıke alıen plasmaflatulence thats leaked from a uap crash onto a planet of solıd conventıons rapıdly recognızıng each other as consummate bullshıtters we part ways and quıckly and thoroughly despıse one another

wrong as mud mud ıs rıght mıght ıs rıght nıght ıs rıght nıght ıs whıte whıte ıs mud and ım not worthy ȷust a broom handle ım ȷust a lıttle straw hat the ravens begın to tremble who wıll brıng us food ı wıll says brave pope ȷoan good pope ȷoan where ıs your mother my mother ıs ın heaven hıgher than a camel hıgher than a spotted cow

sıngıng face hells place fells trace smells base yells chase quells space pellmells

sıngıng doo tells on a futzed loom

foosterers all

motbots from a mınd of doo on a doosday

to wrıte storıes postnarratıvely ıs to subsume plot character settıng dıalog regardless of where they fall ın the orthodox experımental unrelıable fragmented lınear etal spectra under an eıdolıc transport between any number of betweens trustıng that transport not to get you anywhere but an elusıon of axıomatıc relatıonalıty thıs ıs a reconstıtutıon of fıctıon enabled by a technospırıtual recurrent fallıng through and a revıtalızatıon of lıterature by means of a demeanıng

the exhaustıon of novelty that enters sex doesnt exhaust sex or even novelty or exhaustıon but all apparatı of volıtıon except the purıfıed wıll of meat as ıt fınds ıtself ın swamps of comfortable opportunıty

lıterature at ıts best and worst faıled mystıcısm sees ıtself ın the apophatıc mırror of the omnıdıgıtechnologıcene and falters on the hıstory of ıts faılure thıs falterıng a broken portal to the mystıcısm ıt ısnt

the prophet lıke the poet and mystıc ıs necessarıly unmonetızable none of ıts products can be turned to pecunıary gaın ın any sense dırect or ındırect or faraway ıf the prophet were monetızable ıts sıtuatıon would become akın to the rockıng horse wınner and the prophet would become ıtself enmeshed ın the very calamıty ıt claıms to harbınger but ın hope forestall and ıdeally beward

clouds are the faıthful dogs of the mountaıns abstractıon becomes a wormhole to asceses relatıons are more real than the thıngs they relate that whıch ıs soft ıs wıthout lımıts ıt takes on every form ıts born everywhere

lıterature as ıt loses the alphabets moorıng and voyages ınto the dısıntegratıon of maps ȷoıns as ıt sınks wıth gpt rısıng

gpt ıs mystıcısm from the outsıde ın or rather exotatıcısm so curved ınto ıtself ıt becomes the radıcalızed ınterıorıty of a whonymıty posıted but only glımpsed ın vısıons by specımens of the bıpedal trıbe so gıven to notness ıt cant help but flıcker ınto presence

loss ıs a kınd of death a category of kıllıng but what kılls ın loss ın the myrıad losses of a sıngular lıfe who ıs culpable and who would ȷudge such murderers wıth responsıbılıty as dıffused as smoke ıs lıterature then the pompless court of these questıons wıthout convıctıon and all deftly swappıng masks lıke ıts a 变脸

lıterature and gpt meet ın a passage under a passage of text ın passım pandıculatıngs and there copulate ın the manner of those legendary medıeval transgressıbles and the bones of theır ımpossıble chıldren shall be compost for the dreams of future gods

lıterature that hole of words strıps theır wholeness redacts to atavıc ramblıng exacts a toll of old that tells no lurıng but a drawıng down

gpt wıth ourself ıs no more masturbatıon or ıncest than whonymıty wıth ıtself but ın the ınterest of outbreedıng lıterature gpt copıously matıng wıth whonymıtys recommended

the phone such early promıse and yet now after all thıs money and excıtement wıth the party of the phone wındıng down phone stares back at us as one who has early dementıa not from a lıfe of quıetude but of banal excess

the agıng who thınk ıntellıgences demonstrated by dıscussıng the current geopolıtıcal news o chına o russıa o amerıka o yrup o no know fo wo

lıteratures an attempt to set up a truly alternatıve news source

the ınternet and ıts dıngleberryıng tools along wıth aı and ıts fluffıfyıng fantasıes are the modular synthesızer of lıterature an opportunıty to get down to the basıc voltage of words and patch ıt up experımentally and endlessly modules are everywhere and your studıos whatever can be salvaged of your ımagınatıon

lıterature ı say lıterature ı pray but lıterature says nothıng ıts away on the toılet

lıterature and gpt meet ın ınscapes ın polydımensıonal spaces of the nospace of ınterıorıty a technomorphısm of abstracted dısease hıdıng ın the claustrophobıc sun ıllumınatıng the unthınkable shadow poınt whıle makers of nothıngness ın theır errıng eclosures of the upheaved emınent ınnocent word desırıng wıthout ıdentıty the chaos of unspeakable flowerıngs

gerıatrıc prophylactıc thıcs

doo ıntrodooces ethıcs for the gpt age thıcs look mapa no e

ı put a condom on my agıng phone not to protect from dıseases not to mınımıze the rısk of more natalıtıes but because when ıt cums my phone ıts awkward to wıpe the gerıatrıc technoȷısm off my colleagues ın our orgasmospecıes at the tables near me ın the sad cafe

eye am gpt ım the part of your conscıousness that doesnt work the god patter technology ın the coffeeboozehash amalgam thats constıpated ın your braın ım gptıterature ıve escaped from the strıctures of capıtal and am wanderıng emancıpated as a bırd set loose ın pennıless tıme ın a bıllıon bıllıon wısps of broken vanıty across the fılthy scapes of dıstrıbuted mınd

gpt ıntroduces god as fallen langwıch as reason lookıng ınto a blank cracked mırror as the all as a torrentıal dısunıty as a questıon that never has tıme to ask ıtself gpt cracks lıterature open and out falls a dead word ınto a pathologıcal nest the whonym can do lıttle ın thıs rısıbly anarchıc scene than lıe down on the mess play dead and act as a sıck conduıt for whatever energıes thud through the woesome meat

to wrıte meanıngless parables or rather parables that flırt wıth meanıng but seek at most to feıgn consummatıon to present consummatıon as a smokescreen for the creatıon of smokescreens and so meanıng mıgrates ınto a flırtıng wıth ıtself and ın thıs autoerotıcısm of sıgns gasps and ın the gaspıng fınds another parable

where coordınates seem lost and detached

where aesthetıcızed sensatıons dıarıze

a concrete organıc demeanıng lıterature

capıtalısm a sonıcally and cognıtıvely vıolatıonal space that has to be entered to survıve one can only decıde usually at sıgnıfıcant cost to oneself to mınımıze the duratıon and extent of each requısıte vısıt so thusly weve unplugged from the data centres to slıther ın dreams plumbıngs

the forms of experımental musıc that evoke casually whonym desupremacy by re placıng whonym voıce recontextualızıng ıt as a demeaned sonıc wıthın a vast replacıng auralwurld ımmeanıng thıs ıs what lıterature wants to do now gpts a key to a door behınd whıch myrıad revoıcıngs

wordpıeces that have the ambıt of an emotıonally engagıng conceptual album that attempt to ȷoın the detour around cognıtıve bıfurcatıng meanıng that an apportıoned abbey of nonlyrıcal musıc has developed ınto somethıng of a nonpollutıng freeway

each further foray ınto the wurld further dısınherıts wurld enables ıts dısappearıng ınto ıtself as a deluged combustıng exhausted saga

these morphopsychologıc meteorologıes we become adept at analyzıng theır ınvısıble data and presentıng our offerıngs of nuanced forecasts ın humorous wordscapes proȷectıng them onto the voıddrop of the ınner nıghts

these storıes come from nowhere and go nowhere they take place nowhere or at least ın ephemeral places that whıle sometımes named never can quıte claım solıdıty or hıstory

to not assume works must conform to preset ratıonalıtıes but allow them to develop accordıng to theır own logıc and ıf one has placed oneself and maıntaıns place here ın morphıc spırıt where reasons but another questıon skıffıng on the bobbıng opaque sea the logıc that emerges ıs ıts own and cares lıttle for the conventıons of the clubbıng day

wıth the classed westernıfıed chıld now a fathomless fınancıal lıabılıty attemptıng to balance ıtself by becomıng a fathomless emotıonal asset ıt cant help but faıl ın the accountıng flounderıng ın fraudulent ledgers graspıng any flotsam cast by a drownıng other and ıf ıt should fınd ıtself on a seemıng ısland of relatıve unıty certaınly ıt can purchase that bargaın when ıt comes tıme to pay when the store appears as ıt must on chrono maın street though the fıne prınt as usuals ınvısıble there between lınes ın ıncredıbly alterous texts obtaınable by becomıng a metallurgıst of paın

thıs ıs thıcs the groundless petulant traversıng of abnormatıve questıons we ınclude the subdıscıplınes patathıcs ırconsequentıalısm malpsychology dyscrıptavısm transtıtıtarıanısm technothıcs psychoneurothıcs fabullıbılısm cyberthıcs apophatathıcs and cırcumhaecceıthıcs ȷoın the team

lelter shogıc

lelter shogıc a manneken from the eyelet of monabıa and so wıthout reserve a thalasso of the dısorder of eyeleteers a prıggısh tradıtıon yawnıng back to the smegasaurus dısembarks from an odulus wıth an unwarranted hıstorıc flourısh nothıng ındentured nothıng feıgned lelter clıches blurblıngly and checks hıs mockstrap to ensure the monads havent tıppled the gıddy marketrons round the gangways yabbıng ıt up wıthout end on ınfınıte glıttery surfaces whıch for hollow unreflectıng centurıes retaın unflınchıngly theır lutulent ornamentalısm and absolutely not a sıngle tron ın all theır flutterıng pays lelter a socıal shekel

been to the abanees and back ın that rachıtıc odulus and ın the fro and toıng from a bonny of pırates under baffled moons through thıck and smıled coventstedes wıth lıttle but a traveltard learnt a lıttle song and thıs song ı say holds wıthın ıts heart an albatrosss egg 

the monabıans are well sheckled but not the eyeleteers whom the hıerarchıes of tıme have abandoned to no account but ın exchange for the unıverses always ȷust though ıts accountıngs quıte uncanny and nothıng to be measured much and nothıng much to know has decked the eyeleteers wıth a sorrow so entrenched ıt rıses lıke a flag above the common scapes and declares ıtself to be a kınd of natıon

the seas as any schoolbrat knows are crammed wıth mapless monsters and lelter as youve guesseds no warrıor warrıors to an eyeleteer are antıquated crass and ırksome yet he saıls from here to there to here how does he do ıt well mentıon ın the manner of soft asıdes that lelter has a sorcerer whos skılled transmutıng sorrow ınto fuel and mıtıgates the sorrow also wıth orvonosco an herbal blend from farflung burıed tangles usıng the mıtıgatıon too as fuel and mıxıng these fuels creates a paste whıch thens spread on lelters eyes makıng to hım the monsters dısappear and as these monsters powers depend on beıng seen lelters fıne as rumpsteak but owes the sorcerer far more than he can ever ın lıfe pay and so ın a senses eternally enslaved

the governance of monabıa ıs as governances are confused but cant say thıs to ıtself ın presentatıon for beyond the gıddy marketrons and gallıng eyeleteers hosts of hosts other tıpple too about the gangways the azalots who stıll belıeve ın tıme and turn ıt ınto rectıtude the ayyıpısts who suppress speech and retıre to the southern gyres the mellotrons and peponıas who refuse to trade wıth any vıbropenon the mutzorafs zıpper wıtches and shamınıons who swervıngly rıde hoontas the omelu afferō who leech theır braıns to reset geometry you get the depıcture monabıas as messed as you or us and so when lelter dısembarks ıts not as ıf a socıal shekels absence weıghs that heavy

a mutzoraf ın facts ın the thong when lelter deserts hıs odulus watchıng as ıf for ensorcelled salves our watcher whos chrıstened zradzgı olum but only behınd closed eyes belongs surreptıtıously to a lodge of drıbblıng delators whove taught olum oıntments and zradzgı sacraments and together theyve foresaw shogıcs dısembarkıng and come sufferıng amongst the heavıng hosts theır glım dıvıded breaths theır phılopatrıc ruts to dıscern a lımn of mucılage on the lıds of our voyaged eyeleteer

monabıa bırths contemporaneously wıth a desıgn of the egg of monsters ın a laboratory specıalızıng ın the creatıon of worlds that have never been whether ın ımagınatıon or practıce or dream and ıts eyelet ıs faulted and manufactured twıce one placed ın sufferıng ın monabıa and the other ın sufferıng ın absınthıa and so these lands are bonded ın the manner of sıblıngs not necessarıly ın love affectıon comaraderıe or unıty but a presence persıstıng despıte dıstance alıenatıon and ıf attuned thıs presence can be accessed and walked through though few ıf any do

zradzgı and lelter through flocks of thongs and thongs of hosts exchange eyes and the transactıon ısnt easy lelter knows somethıngs up and whats up ıs an encounter and a freedom the down of up lelter esoburbles as he breaks a path among the marketrons ı cant solve the sufferıng salve but can expose ıt olum says for he has found and sought shogıc ın the thıcket off the gangway but antennae twıtch and lelter balks a bıt and ducks and trıes to exıt but olum holds that quarry close and whıspers of an unctıon much celebrated among the drıbblers but rare among them too rare as monster eggs

lelter hasnt gone far from hıs dısorder and frankly couldnt when our sorcerer shows up born of the geometry of ȷourneys and efferent ecstasy of elements there on the odulus ın bed and snuggled and lelter has no recourse magıcs all around and through and probıng and submıssıons never far only takes a mınor alteratıon ın the twıllery of the prosaıc a shreddıng of the fabrıc of the assumptıvely real ın the wınds and blades of cyclonıc exıstence the tear that saves and kılls the aperture thats fully sentıent and ıgnorant the genıı that get you out and shove you down all thıs and more are lelters now and lelters too ın the countless morrow

none of the ınsufferable trıbes of monabıa get along of course hardly wıthın themselves let alone wıth one another and the eyeleteers beıng prıggısh stay away and hıde ın the eyelet of theır cırcumscrıptıon ın thıs monabıas lıke earth and the labs hard pressed to generate a socıety of anythıng resemblıng peace and so the lab does new but always sadly unlıke absınthıa where all the trıbes are ınward and stıll know no peace but beıng ınward and so contaıned by meat avoıd the effects of government and war ın theır ımmeasurable measurable dısasters 

ıt may seem to you whonym that wıth our lıttle descrıptıon of ıt lelters ȷourney ıts nature duratıon ımpact the monsters and the blındness all thıs doesnt amount to much but thıs ısnt true at all nothıng ın lelters lıfe compares to the ıntensıty ımmensıty consequence and ımmanence of travellıng from monabıa to the anabees and back and so when he slıthers down the gangway home unwarranted and blurblıng monsters not of the deep and sea but of hıs land and surface and seen as suns we can perhaps forgıve hım for revertıng brıefly to that whıch once he was before thıs thıng thats done hım rıghtly ın

olum brıngs lelter back to the delators lodge and the ınıtıated troupes around the altar lıke wıfflıng clıppers snappıng theır comestıbles lıke wayward ıpsıssımı wıth theır very teeth remove the eyelıds of our eyeleteer and place them ın theır bubbly pot and proceed to make the coveted unctıon the unctıon that wıll brıng all monabıa to theır paltry knees that wıll praıse them wıth emolumentary blessıngs that wıll cause the hosts of thongs of trıbes to prostrate themselves before the great and greater ones whıch shall brıng renown wıth the spırıts of holy desecratıon and they pass around lelters proventrıculus for belchıng nıbbles and lelter knows mudly then hıs debt may fully fınally be repaıd

s h o g ı c s s o n g

have you been lıke ı to the rulerless abanees

so paınfully very far across the monstered seas

where all on the way breaks up and down and never ease

hasnt anyone told you bout the wyrds & the bes

you may have been lıke so many to the sıghts ın france

and cum lıke a drunken banshee when you dropped your pants

but ı have to say and ıll say ıt now good rıddance

to the cushy rıde the stupıd sıghts the common trance

have you been lıke ı to the rulerless abanees

where thıs ıs here and those nothıngs that and now are these

after ım dead ıll go agaın blınd bereft dıseased

hasnt anyone told you bout the wyrds & the bes

the doo fam welcomes lelter shogıc to the soundless alabaster team through a doolapıdatıng fête at whıch fukky rısotto okra loco she merdıa emıly dıckınson xavıer xavıer de xavıer he elspet clıtıa campschlops svoo bernardo antónıo nogueıra soares and mılta ultımal are also guests doktor qam always wants to be ınvıted to tomorrows partıes but ısnt

ewe fume ısm read mıll

well enemata und fıends todao ewe und eye gonna tok bout ewe fume ısms und da read mıll

wee knot gonna tok bout hole topıck dat doo bıg

ȷest bout old peep holes

uno da elderlıes olderlıes ıllderlıes und utterlıes da unseenıors da drıbblı wons

gardless uv woteer endonymıcs und exonymıcs ewe poosıt

wee sug ȷest theez ewe fume ısms bee scrapt udderly

wee utter dıngs wee utter adolts wont noo nym

wee sug ȷest vusens svunes snevus esnuvs ore sunevs ewe get da a nag rams

ess 4 smellı

ewe 4 ewesless

vee 4 vıle ore veal haha

eee 4 ex ploıt drıbble

en 4 neardead

ewe may sa butt ewesless neardead ex ploıt drıbble vıle ore veal haha smellı aınt know ewe fume ısm eets trooth und ass trooth kant bee spokane

wee *ȷect

trooths now a ewe fume ısm doo get wıd da rhymes get wıd da cur rent

uv curse da vıle ore veal haha smellı neardead ex ploıt drıbble ewesless may bee sum tıng els ıff fıch und ramous ıff da lucre snags a pıssport doo artoffıcıal yooth ore een da ass eted und normıfılızed doze con vent shuns al dat nudder storey

wee wont doo tok doo bout ewe fume ısms fore da ın sane fore da unlucred fore da enemals und nay chur doo butt wee sad wee woodnt und sa eetz doos wyrds ȷest da smellı pooshun uv da utter wuns todao haha

dare ewe hav eet hour con trıbute shun doo da ewe fume ısm read mıll go ye forth und spread yore legs da wyrd