silentium interruptum

the secular sadoo briefly interrupts its summer silence to acknowledge the departure of ursula martius franklin from that station called the living

may her visions migrate from the earth in which she is, the mother of those visions, into the metal of our lives

rerum novarum cupidus

     return (silent)     

sadoo diaper returns to verdancies of silence for atonal recordings of time

can't live the summer without sadoo favvs (fragments, absurdities, voices, visions)? curious to follow any of diaper's cosmological colleagues in sadooity? find them - with assorted names but matching occupation - in blabaablogbogland

until another decline of summer, through deserts of lush pluralities, now in that miasmic peace often found around hallucinogenic transit, having duodenumed across so many mad vistas presence becomes kaleidoscopic abysses of light under overs and over besides of ofs from until with  by    by                                            

eee eeeee up cumings

(parsings)

ruminating on an upcuming dump

rum cum dum

in on an

at(e) up

ping (p)ing

                  (pe[e]) [p{oo}]

fklasdf;lkjadsfadfsk;j;

glory and honor

sake tastes best in the morning

at 5 or 6

after a few hours sleep

with cheap salami and lots of ice cream

birds chirping outside

birds dying outside

the sun rising like a slaughtered cow

with natality a problem

and mass human cannibalism seemingly the best solution

yup

that’s the time to drink sake

buy an expensive bottle

as smooth as the middle ages

no less than $200

blessed by 9 emperors and a few bakufus and seijun suzuki and a woman in the dunes

bring out 2 bottles – 1 at 5, 1 at 6

go bankrupt drinking sake in the morning

bathe in it

pour it on your ice cream

piss in a half-finished bottle and schlop it up and call it yumzie

no worse than going to the mall or concentration camp

call it golgotha at dawn

call it coddled forsaken

call it death of a pussy

call it 午後の曳航

then go back to sleep

go back to sleep

then go to sleep

go to sleep

and dream the dreams of dreaming

ruminating on an upcuming dump

let’s play this game – gnosticism anarchism mysticism esthetics

         i don’t want to

you have to – it’s the only game in town

         i’ll leave town

there’s no exit

         there’s always an exit, even if it’s staying but just pretending

if you stay you have to play

         let’s play ‘fallibilist says’

that’s not a real game

         all games are real and life is the only unreal game

alice taught us this

         some simulacra taught us that

the bible told us so

         the bible told you nothing of the kind

don’t tell me what the bible didn’t tell me

         don’t tell me what not to tell

are we playing it yet?

         i don’t want to play godot

but you want to play god

         gnosticism ontology decreationism?

gonads orgasms dominatrix

         ok

but first you have to take a dump

 next!: money + keys = monkeys 

silent spring definitions

society (verb) [pl. anomie or fluoxetine]

1.   a folie à plusieurs comprised of nested folie à plusieurs

2.   admixtures of folie à plusieurs attempting to enforce other folie à plusieurs to believe a forced folie à plusieurs is a true folie à plusieurs and the enforcing folie à plusieurs is hardly a folie à plusieurs but the bastion of necessary sanity and wisdom

capitalism (article, definite) [pl. sigil-transduction]

1.   a brand of laundered eugenics

2.   god, having given up

3.   technology’s social sibling

4.   nature wearing too many clothes

5.   christ selling tickets to his crucifixion

6.   the tyranny of the middle

7.   a religion of soft genocides

8.   plutonomo release 11.7

9.   utopia hyperuranios

comparative despisings

they despised them in that way the intelligent despise the intelligent, which is not the way the powerful despise the powerful, nor the poor the poor.

a vermiculology of question

10,000 rabbits are killed for humans in new zealand over easter –

what if 10,000 humans had been killed for rabbits?

why, instead of trying to get the autistic to speak, do we not learn silence from them?

earthworms can’t get cirrhosis

ideas are science (or rather technology) fiction and bodies fictions

science (  ) is how we negotiate our bodies

1. the decline of the external inhuman in the human rouses the inchoate internal inhuman
2. and should society, so responsible for this decline, then object to this rousing?
3. would this objection not take many forms – projection, incarceration, exclusion, insanitization, sanitation, institutionalization, monetization, civilization … ?

also, by the light shining out of chaos, the inhuman is guided

it does not make use of distinctions but is led on by the light