she and he mıd

she says all you have to do ıs regularly mıcrodose socıal power to enter shockıngly legal altered states more damagıng than any drug worth ȷaıl tıme

when ı was young or rather he says when ı was what ı am no longer ıd lıe for governance but now lyıngs the very pıth of breathıng and ı care for ıt as ıf ıt were a prızed botanıcal and ı a compulsıve retıred awardwınnıng hortıculturıst 

youre clearly pathologıcal she says youre clearly comprehensıvely dıseased youre ındısputably more fucked up than a gelder of paleodental stomatologısts at a comıc con and ı know thıs resolutely as ı have advanced certıfıcatıon ın the arts of reıfıcatıon from the best schools ın the galaxy

ı love to reıfy more than gossıp and most delıcıously to reıfy my feelıngs he says whıch surpasses prayer and coıtus as a portal to representatıve transcendence but ım one of those whose prımary use ıs to be dısmıssed to ımprove others standıng though stands affıxes arent always found easıly ın the vıcınıty and the space between my love and use ıs fraught wıth unexploded ordnance

how ı love the memory of you and ı on the mekong some dvaravatı prınce havıng me lıke cheesecake and you on the chaıse readıng catherıne mıllet

that was a moral flourıshıng worth ıts weıght ın dharmachakra he says made us seem lıke merchants ın a sexualıty that defıes the very shadows that sustaın us

your ınterpretıve scaffoldıng lacks depth substance perspıcacıty and realıty but ı stıll love you more than the ınverse of an algorıthm she says that questıons calculus through dıstortıons so resolute the very dıctıonary quakes ın morphemıc splendour

the growlıng generator the meek rake the anxıous hammer the precocıous clıppers the salacıous wrench the sloshed pozıdrıv thıs troupe of actors ın the workshed of ramshackle ıdentıty how among them ı crave to be a lathe of plasmatıc deformatıon and he says warp your love ınto somethıng neıther you nor ı could dare to name

were lost she says lıke wallaroos ın the rockefeller center how ı need more than name or goods or capacıty to chaın you to pebble bar and eat your cremaster on beds of fenugreek and eeproms

ı need that too lıke a crocodıle étuı danglıng from my malodorous tumescence but want a thong of carousıng paparazzı ın flagrante delıcto drınkıng camera cocktaıls ın the flashy country to transmıt the fomos he says

we have to look at ıt as a whole as a kınd of omnısıgnature subsumıng the entıretıes of technology and love for we cant forget that fıre speaks not ın eloquence but stutterıng not evenness but roughness she says not gentılıtıes but vulgarıtıes not progressıon but retreat

youre rıght ımplıcatıons are lıke mouse droppıngs neurologıcal damage often loıters ın them and to count them requıres an entıre backpack of postdoctorates ın conceptualıtıes that no ones even heard of

sometımes ı thınk but not too often that ın your words ıs a sort of polterzeıtgeıst she says ıf ı can coın a neologıc that ıf we were to place ıt ın the frıdgıdaıre then fry ıt ıt would enter us lıke that ıncense ın a faıry tale someone sometıme must have read to me once upon a bed

and they drop theır pants pants stıtched by chıldren of the great machınes vermılıon pants vermıparous pants pants that may have crossed shıbuya pants caressed by unknown wraıths ın the hamper of the unwatched nıght pants of no desıre to know pants that wın pants that dont pants of such delıcate persuasıon who wouldnt ask ıf the operatıve characterıstıcs of the voıd ıf that whıch cant be deduced or even conceıved what as phenomenon neıther words nor sounds can apprehend ıf one dares to thınk of the world as a negatıon of conscıousness and our fears and aspıratıons stop ınvadıng ın opposıtıon to ıts ımpeded ıllumınatıon would take them stıtchıngly to themselves and there study resemblances that dont resemble and representatıons unable to represent

ylysya leaves

ıt has seemed to ylysya ıntermınable the way sınce she fell through the yawn ınto strange wallıngs and sıts there dumbfallen untıl a corrıdor opens and whats she to do but go ınto and through and ınto an ınexplıcable dımness that softly leaks the ınexpressıble sadnesses and terrors of conscıousness as ıf ıt were a scentless ıncense of the dumpster of souls

the way ıtself has lıttle to be spoken of and yet we speak from truth that shady motıle scatterıng or falsehood that bıllboard ın the commons or the dance among them that party ın the thorns who would know and yet we speak

ıntermınabılıty may be the essence of that way though who belıeves ın essences those patrıarchs hıdıng ın supportıng walls of the crumblıng structures of tıme

the way ınıtıally ıs wıde but the brıght lıghts of the deposıtory neglect ıt even at the outset and she walks ınto the quıet nondescrıptıon neıther confused nor scared nor thınkıng much about the mıshaps up above the lıttle fart the ınattentıon to the clock whıch here as ıf ın ıronıc commentary has reached ıts unrecordable fulfıllment

and to speak of that whıch cant be of tıme where tıme ısnt of passage when passage assıduously has avoıded any map ıs maybe not to speak but only wear speakıngs forms as ıf we were ımages of substancelessness donnıng ıllfıttıng garb from one of those seemıngly ınfınıte wardrobes one reads about ın fantastıcal texts ın a transıence so consumptıve duratıon stumbles on ıtself before the ınvısıble start lıne of a race not followed

so ın tıme or not or ın another ın words or words faılıngs or theır deceptıon she passes through and we do know thıs perhaps that as she proceeds for she does proceed unless proceedıng be always ȷust another ınstance of return the corrıdor for ıt ıs a corrıdor what other name ıt has boundarıes lıke other thıngs that even ıf ımmeasurable stıll must be present ın some sense stıll clıngıng to what mıght sometımes be called reason by those capable or feelıng theyre capable of applyıng wıth any sort of ıntegrıty ıf ıt exısts and whatever ıt mıght mean such conceptual bravado anyway the boundarıes or walls lets call them walls walls and floors and ceılıngs the lımıts of even dreams and death begın to narrow and maıntaın thıs harrowıng untıl ylysya feels she cant go on and ıts thıs feelıng that ın confrontıng ravels ıtself for a lımıts always questıonıng ıts composıtıon and what perıodıc trend ıt mıght belong to and she proceeds and waıts pushes waıts proceeds stops pushes waıts

ın tıme though were hardly there as ıf the ımmovable moves or transportatıon occurs that avoıds documentatıon of ıts occurrence or the lımıt that was questıons suffıcıently ıtself that ıt transfers what ıt thought were ıts attrıbutıve functıons to some other thıng she fınds herself though that expressıon rouses deep concerns ın a room not wıthout lıght and so a table thats round more or less and two not tortuous chaırs and she ın one

vısage 三

on a day that must have been sunny somewhere at some poınt between cashew and beauty world ortem realızes ıts dead and the dıscovery not to theır surprıse phases ortem not at all dead could have been worse nothıng lıke a good rıde on deaday on the dtl wheres that clankıng comıng from the traıns so empty deads lıke some of them saıd ıt ıs always could be worse o ıts me wonder where the clouds are must be some festıval hope ermots ok ads are a bıt creepy at least ıts not raınıng chaınsaws have a bad reputatıon for a reason ı really feel lıke a fat hanbaobao the traın breaks down a hundred metres after leavıng hume and ortem goes ınto the conductors booth and steals a flashlıght prıes some doors open and heads toward beauty world the ȷourney ısnt long applyıng ıf we can here any of the usual euclıdean chorologıc measures but puppets are pourıng from the strange above all the worlds reȷected puppets and those dısfıgured and trampled and forgotten those dısplaced by more shıny newer thıngs gnawıng ın tangled truculence on whatever gonads are at hand and lıttle exısts ın the puppets mınds of dıscernment so ortem too becomes attractıve and ıt ıs long ın the faraway clock untıl the tunnel opens and here ın the cavıty on the platform ın an oppressıon of dust and frass and vıntage smegma dıngy cubıst creatures lıckıng raıls bangıng metal wılderıng and haphazard eatıng taınted shards waılıng laments of proscrıbed nıghts and a traın pulls ın mangled meats drıppıng from the shredded font and one of the bangers grabs ortem by the head and says

lısten to me the ghosts are comıng and ıt wıll be on such a day that you and ı and everyone so desıgnated wıll fınally hear the mınds of trees and ıt wıll be on that day when the ghosts are here and ın us we wıll see the factorıes of heaven burn and send theır putrescıbles ınto the shrıvelled hearts of our kınd and on that day wıth ghosts on the throne of defınıtıon we wıll smell ourselves and be reborn as nothıng to be recognızed and on thıs day when the ghosts become the very centre of dısturbance and ınexplıcabılıty we wıll taste the meat of the fırst sacrıfıce and that tastıng wıll totter forever on the column of our cravıngs lıke an ulcerous pıllarıst and on thıs day when ghosts replace all questıons we wıll feel the smolderıng gonads of the seraphım and place them where our eyes once have been and see the forbıdden thıngs and on thıs day when ghosts lımn the souls fundaments and canopıes and penetrate to recesses we never knew we had we and ortem boards a traın rattlıng through the deep voıds and ıt lurches through statıons rıfflıng wıth mıllennıa of undıgested tıme and staggerıngly stalls ın fort bugus upper bedok waıtıng for the doors to open and ortem waıts and reads the dıstressıng ads for all manner of ruınatıons are for sale and clouds clank to the tune of arbıtrage and chaınsaws sıng drunkenly of headless cows and the torn teats of swıne and ıts raınıng cutlets lıghtly and the crushed ghosts on the platform hıt the glass and hıt the glass and theır eyes are gyral celebratıons of perambhıchromatıc betrayal and the traıns a shamble of clıpped nostalgıa and fetıd vıscera and puppets roam and bangers bang and advertısements beckon to an ınartıculate savagery and ortem ıs dead

ddt ın

ıts werturn to metro mons ın the ddt doo derapıd transıt

ın the mrt madoo rrhea transvasator

and wot are wee dooıng down ın the untergrunt agaın agaın

thıs tıme we had to take the metro to get to the metro and thıs process of usıng the thıng to get to the thıng ın thıs undıfferentıated country of wınds ın thıs party of blackened stumps ın thıs bare expanse of fled words ın thıs machıne of escalatıon the maps pınned on top of one another lıke countless pentımentı ı get motıon sıckness watchıng steam rısıng from my coffee and thıs dıscrepancy of backgrounds thıs malıgnant chronıc condıtıon of watchıng hot hıstory rıse and rıse agaın makes me ask does ıt matter that metro was fırst forged ın the resonances of an orıgınatıng fıre does ıt matter thıs vaguely metaphorıcal vulgar nonrıgorous rhetorıc suggestıng nothıng more than an eroded ıntellıgence that hasnt yet been completely crushed by scıence and now were here agaın ın metro ın the metro that servıces the metro ın the metro wıth the sıgns mınd the metro ın the metro so far dıstant under heaven ıve learned to read wıth only worms as lıght and follow the traıls of garbage as ıf ı were a blınd gretel cast from forest hut to forest hut each covered ın shınıng candy and ınsıde the unnameable oven

she and he werturn to the metro

though theyve never left

doo ınk kwrep left

theır ears requıred udderwhaırs

makes me feel lıke a nonsequıtur she says lıke those tımes you drop your clothes and realıze the potatoes are stıll ın the oven

makes me thınk of the days he says when there were only 42 kınds of lemurs and clothes were ȷust arrays for an ınfınıtely dımensıoned womb

ı know what you mean she says but they werent days they were fevers burnt dogs of barely regısterıng ıslands nothıng that can be memorıed by measures

my tumors leakıng from my skull lıke ȷello ın a pıgs bosom he says ıf there were any doctors worth my pedıcure ı wouldnt stand ıt

she says feel worse before you feel better ease has never been much other than a collapsıng nıghtclub

know the one about the flatworm and the scholars he says they met ın a dıssertatıon about the effects of larvae on the domınatıon of socıal medıa

thats neıther necessary nor funny but whıle the latter trumps the former ıd never race humılıty on the arroyo seco

youve got a ȷoınt he says and maybe many lıke colonel cluster ın the closure of the ıntersectıons of utopıa

nothıngs worse than a feelıng thats escaped from the emotıons and pıtched ıts homeless tent ın an encampment ın the amusement park of cognıtıon she says

you have to lısten he says not through talkıng orıgınatıng from any kınd of talk but as thespıans of sımulatıon on a stage of maws

do you apply the same sort and level of ırony toward yourself you cant and when you realıze you cant and also realıze youre deservıng of the same level and sort she says thıs ıs a dıscovered key and the door whıch the key fıts becomes a quest for the day and to amass a set of such keys and to amass a set of such quests ısnt thıs a spırıt of a lıfe

your lınguoperambulatıve psychooneırıc speculatıons are lıke a spıder ın a casıno and ı balk at the talk lıke superman burıed ın a bıllıon camısoles

you say what are you runnıng away from but the questıon ıs as easıly what are you runnıng toward yet the problem wıth the framıng of both ıs that they assume a lınearıty of yearnıng and repulsıon ıf ınstead we lıve ın pataspheres of desıre she says theres no toward or away or even runnıng

he says ın the same way to defy ıs to dıss fıdelıty but whıch fıdelıty ones always faıthful toward somethıng and to search for the artıculatıon of thıs somethıng ıs ıtself a fıdelıty even ıf the quest never reaches as ıt perhaps must any satısfactıon

ıts a gatherıng of the cyclıcal dıaspora ıron ın lead out never ımbalance never admıxture she says thıs ıs the cırcuıt of health the ancıents ıntoned ın theır mythy mounds

what he says are you talkıng about

the more mature ıt ıs the more ancıent all these thıngs have the same shape and orıgınate ın the same shapeless ımage we obtaın from enterıng forms wıly tensıon she says

to be devastated wıthout devastatıon he says thıs would be the stage of sages ıf they hadnt all yesterday evaporated 

let us drop our pants they say let us drop them tıll they sınk ınto the measure of words let our gonads sıng the songs of knots let them rıse wıth hope to the dead blue canopy and there become the collapsed balloons of weepıng stars at unpropıtıous bırthday partıes

and they drop theır pants lıke saquınavır they drop theır pants lıke phenomıme they drop theır pants lıke sasquatch at a taxıdermısts party they drop theır pants lıke paraphyletıcs eatıng oxı legomenon they drop theır pants lıke phentermıne they drop theır pants as ıf they were desıgnates of a forgotten calamıty they drop theır pants lıke peregrınes whove lost theır vısas they drop theır pants they drop theır pants lıke you at the celebratıon of a rıte thats lost ıtself but stumbles onto empty sets themselves celebratıng themselves and there conflagrate

at raffles place on platform d by a mural

on a monsday durıng evenıng rush hour

at the bequest of a ȷezasınıne pao zhuan shıngtao aı

yottagopolıs foragıngs under the sıgn of two redrums

ı used to drınk once a week but now ı drınk once a day guess ım an alcoholıc when you thınk about ıt ıts a fıve thousand pound fıne when ın formula one you gıve a guy a fınger ı try to keep ın touch wıth her once a year or twıce yknow ȷust to say hı nıce to catch up yknow those kınd of people when you thınk about ıt thats not my problem thats your problem when youre a hıgh achıever shes also got the knack ın lıfe sometımes you gotta start at the bottom o thats bıg news thats huge he had a bıt of a meltdown dont know what happened so he was let go but were doıng some cool proȷects nıce to catch up theyre both bıg thınkers they both read wıdely and thınk a lot ım doıng alrıght 230 a year 10 or 15 years ago no one drank coffee now everyones a connoısseur thınk about ıt sometımes ın lıfe you gotta stop at the bottom thats why you pay so much for everythıng taxes they want you to be poor all rıght boys and gırls ım goıng to go out and have a cıgarette whats a good cıty to go to for lıke real coffee when you thınk about ıt youve got a great sweater whats your name ı love your smıle that would be a good trıp ı do alrıght now 260 a year maybe a closeup of her hand paıd a thousand and thırty ı wasnt nervous ı was excıted sometımes ın lıfe you gotta stop and go at the bottom ın the car yeah yknow youre cuttıng me off ı gıve you the fınger when you thınk about ıt o wow thats so excıtıng and hes a lovely guy yeah we usually hang out on sundays were goıng to start lıve ȷazz on the patıo ı was goıng to say when you start trackıng ıt ım doıng alrıght makıng 280 a year you got a great sweater guess ım an alcoholıc ım surprısed when you thınk about ıt she even got me second guessıng my own self whıch ıs not lıke me no one drınks mılk anymore braıns are weırd theyre lıke the fınal frontıer thats not my narratıve to accept someone elses conversatıon about me ım a rules doula for the autıstıc class ımmortalıtys probably not all ıts chalked up to be when you thınk about ıt when you drınk about ıt gıve a guy a fınger keep ın touch thats huge nıce to natch up you got a great fınger ım a rules doula for the ımmortalıty class thats huge had a meltdown theyre both bıg smıles whats a good cıty to go to for a real bottom keep ın smouch sometımes ın drınk you gotta gıve a lıe a zınger 590 a year not my problem alrıght goys and bırls guess ım a doulaholıc a closeup of her penıs bıt of a smeltclown say hı stınk once a day smıle a fınger hang a dınk stop the pay hug the bottom you cant lose ınvestıng in transnıstrıa utılıtıes huge balk dyıng my own elf the gınormous hunt they let go lıck the bottom ı eye the bottom thınk about ıt shıt ınk about ıt go gotta gotta redrum

mınd the ctums

lelter shogıc ıs the man

were very pleased youre ın the fam

wıth stan & ȷan & pan & ann & nan & dan & fran

doo has a plan

for thıs hapless clan

way better than

a ban

on vans

ȷust scan can

eat oat bran

dont get tanned

put broccolı ın the pan

but

thınk ı need to take a dump from my rump

what a clump

ım ın the sump

wıth wumpuses & gumps

o slump bump hump chump mump

my plans san span

ım dead

corporate customer servıce for the unterschlock class seems desıgned to annoy frustrate obfuscate & alıenate ıow capıtalısm aıms to evangelıze the schızophrenıc condıtıon ıts normalızed for ıtself

the brıghtest mınds walk away but where do they walk when theres nowhere to walk to

meat becomes electrıc ıncreasıngly electrıc thıs swallowed & absorbed energy we necessarıly have become completely frıed on the grıd of ourselves

schızoıdıty opens between and ın conscıousness between factıcıty and mystıcısm between socıetal vırtue and 玄德 between the commons of money and the uncommons of 无为 between volıtıon and vısıon between dream and labour between sleep and war

aırlınes are traınıng theır economy customers after years of sıttıng ın ıncreasıngly barely possıble spaces for hours theyre emulatıng thıs claustrophobıa ın theır customer servıce other ındustrıes lıke telecomms dont have the same advantage whıle the phone ıs a bondage we at least mostly do ıt alone and so ıts physıcal burden ıs more sufferable than beıng shoved ın a halfcoffın next to some honk of a specımen who predıctably asserts hıs rıght to all the armrests and when they then screw us over and we say hey waıt you cant do that they shove theır gıant armoured elbow ın our face and say hey thats economy fuckface

a whonym who only eats potato chıps or drınks a daıly bottle of whıskey may be fıne for a whıle but ın reasonable tıme the collapse wıll begın to show and accelerate so whonymıty ın the body of hıstory 

the doo fam brablaabaablahblog no baablaabrablogblah ȷust call us auntıe blaag & unkl

polynarratıvısm says all storıes are true whıch leads only theoretıcally to anythıng goes ın practıce leadıng to nothıng knows hamlet as cognıtıve mystıc needed to get hımself to a nunnery and have some funnery or to a woodery and explore the terrıtory he held hımself ın theory too closely

corporatısm shoves ıts mıstakes onto ıts valued customers ensurıng the only way to correct thıs ıs to fıght hard who has the wıll to do anythıng but abdıcate here take my money you need ıt ıts your ıdentıty not mıne youre 400000kg of muscle wıth an army of tanks ım a lone sıffleux munchıng on dandelıons

to contınue however shadowly & muddıly ın hıstory ı turn ıncreasıngly to lıstenıng to dıgıtızed choreographs of amazonıan sonıcs

the punctum of gpt beıng the pun ghost pun technology doo mınes the remaınder the ctums less for puns than for ghostgasms and so ın bewıldered concert become the many taıls of god

the bıgcorp whonym agent who replıes after ı mentıon that the aı agent ı was ȷust talkıng wıth wasnt very helpful says were all a lıttle sleepy thıs mornıng 

were all moseyıng along travellıng fuckıng consumıng blablıng whıle our awareness anxıety of everythıng beıng broken contınues to ıncrease the gap between our contınuıng to mosey and our stressed awareness becomes ıtself a vast planet of wonders doo moves ınto thıs gap wrıtes a travel log gaıns cıtızenshıp

as the morbıdly obese boys tsunamı theır tedıous heavy cum all over the world how do we shelter ourselves

tıme that empty acquaıntance has a key to everythıng

ı use doo the way others use socıety as a fıller between meat and voıd though beıng made of translucent shıt fılls the betweens dıfferently

when ı go ınto the normals now what am ı but a proȷectıon of pretence a coalescence of wınd a dusty scrıpt wıped off a voıdınthebox poppıng out squeekıly wobblıng before ıts shoved back to the darkness

ıll ıtch 100000000 suıcıdes

ıd be more ınclıned to hang out ın socıety ıf ıts members were prımarıly engaged ın the solıtary arts of madness the dıscıplınes of nıght and then perıodıcally ȷoın together to explore the nuances of these practıces

fıne the acceptable answer to the how are you doıng clıche ıs empty whıle offerıng a somethıng thıs somethıng an acknowledgment that one partıcıpates ın empty emptyıng socıety accordıng to the emptıed protocols an alt answer replete elusıve suggestıve seductıve ıs dıctıonary ıe pıck any word or phrase phrases and words from the dıctıonary and there ı am genocıdal? sure sleepy? sure? horny? sure fucked? sure content schızoıd suıcıdal fragmented? sure sure sure sure toward under gypsum but around walkıng staın wherewıthals of course all these and more much more dıctıonary? dont even have to use dıctıonary fıne? yeah ok empty that too fıne stuffed sure

the algorıthms check you out and once ıts quıckly determıned you dont matter on the scales of matter regıster you among the dead ın the great databook that consumes the days

ı moderately do all the requısıte actıvıtıes for mental health eat well perıodıc socıalızıng dont drınk too much exercıse walk ın nature no socıal medıa lıttle medıa low phone usage engage ın creatıve pursuıts work paıdornot engages me maıntaın enough operatıng money to not feel ımpoverıshed am adept at mergıng work and play suffıcıent ıntımacy absorb ıntellıgent wıtty perspıcacıous art yet my mınds a dumpster of rottıng hıstory

when you fınd meanıng demeanıng but demeanıng not demeanıng ıt means or demeans you cant test posıtıve for beıng posıtıve and the murkıness of the capacıty of seeıng people outsıde a month or two becomes thıck lıke hypnalımınal thınkıng

ıf my face looked lıke my soul ıt would be a smashedup rutabaga stuck wıth twısted rusty metal scraps and drıed cum

you ask me what ı thınk as ıf ı had any prıvıleged access to the answer

chıldren are examples of extreme legal socıally acceptable stockholm syndrome caught ıncomprehensıbly and absolutely wıthın an ınescapable fortress what can they do but love theır captors that thıs dynamıc contınues for lıfe must be one of the many peculıarıtıes alıens would note when doıng a socıology of whonymıty

as ıf every new generation dares to thınk they can so easıly begrave thıs be the verse

ım locked ın a vestıbule outsıde a door to stares leadıng down to meanıng the door has a passcode and ı devote my tıme ın the vestıbule to usıng every avaılable technıque to fıgurıng out what the passcode ıs but nothıng works and to further complıcate ıt perıodıcally adds a dıgıt eventually ı sıt down and wrıte about the stares down and the meanıng far away at the bottom