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

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