pastapatarastacene

what you been up to sad  looks like your sites been compromised recently

 

letting go letting go

 

but seriously whatve you been doing while sadoos been abducted by the novelinati

 

a lot of serious strategy fuk  very critical stuff

 

like what sad

 

top secret really

 

oh you must be able to throw us a few titbits

 

tid

 

titties in dēlīriīs  i know my latin

 

what i can tell you fuk is that were very close to an alliance between the pastafarians and the pataphysicists

 

no

 

the primary remaining contestation is that the pataphysicists dont want to wear colanders  at least not for their photo id

 

and the rastas?

 

theyre talking with the egyptians

 

i love maii waleed!

 

no the 18^th dynasty

 

they cant have broken with haile

 

they just feel they need more ooomph

 

the ganja isnt cutting it?

 

what were finding is that the pastas and patas  so close in so many things  almost homonyms really   well   we should start with them then ease into the rastas if things are beginning to look pretty plasma

 

and the egyptians?

 

the egyptians have been out of the scene for a long time

 

thats what this is about though  bring em back in sad  got a lot to offer

 

i dunno fuk  time travels a lot of work

 

i have a shortcut

 

not drugs again

 

not just drugs

 

what else

 

have you heard of the great proportion of aeoo

 

i you?

 

aeoo

 

maybe

 

thats the ticket

 

to

 

the shortcut

 

its not the shortcut?

 

lets just say its the ticket to the ticket

 

sounds more like a ticket to another ticket to yet another ticket to more tickets

 

no no just the ticket to the ticket

 

this isnt sounding much easier than time travel

 

let me tell you sad once you try it   the great proportion will take you so far from the anthropocene scene youll find yourself plunked right in the eye of the tomb of the egypcene

 

im not sure i want that right now

 

a litlbita luv in the morning

a litlbita luv at noon

a litlbita luv in the evening

takes you urlywhirly to the tomb

 

a lota notluv too

 

one two three four

 

marys on the cottage floor

 

five six seven eight

 

i dont want to play this game

 

sodomized on a first date

 

thats a stupid game fuk

 

putting the ass back in pasta sad   what about the plastis?

 

theyre part of the puttycene

 

while the pleistos and plios are at a potty party?

 

therere also the omnipresent and pressing political issues that the pataphysical crowd tends to be more academic male  with a longer heritage  whereas the pastas are more populist and gendermixed

 

and whether pata or pasta comes first in the merged religions name must be big

 

the pastasve proposed the logo in the shape of a cannelloni

 

so the texts in a tunnel circle  brilliant  but then of course the shape favours the pastas

 

the patas want the shape morphing from enclosed wheat field with rising sun to a marcato to cannelloni to a bottle of absinthe to a mole sepulcrum to a lopped ear to

 

bit of a stretch there

 

thats what pasta does

 

absinthe too  art death technology madness  all the cene and unscene

 

sounds like a marriage

 

 

 

fukky risotto & sadoo diaper

chatting it up again

on the edge of wormwood

schwaing for pimps

 

one yuga as sadoos lipping through a pataverse it stutters over a black stole and  falling down its nodes and runners  meets a louse named alice who inducts it in the arts of sucking and following these secrets says shall you hear a song and sings

 

pornantine bloburgünder primåšotter

bare asster and soul illicitor of sōsəm^*

spangles down a gigolos spliced bannister

on a spanked faintly legal tattooed botəm

 

this escort isnt like the scurrile others

the common rank and fashion of the swelldəm

but an eccentric  a real penis in furs

with his odd own kinkypanky idiəm

 

and so  es hiccus prickius  hed do her

in the old manner of the pervs of sodəm

but with a twist  she had to read von sacher

in latin to up the ante of the thralldəm

 

and so the two plunged far into the obscene

our randəm gigolo and the buxəm pornantine

 

^*primåšotters reputedly a partner

with sōsəm sōsəm llc   her venəm

there is outer not like the escorts inner

but each in its way is a sort of freedəm

 

its called a partial lesson in the schwa

says alice did you like it?

but ım in the lore of lore

and the law of the lessons lost

crossspecies creation

{the following text is the only

extant from a larger piece now

garbled by the wind}

one mysterious day styrofoam in many shapes appears in the house  the foam that isnt tiny i put out in the garage and as the jurisdiction i now seem to be a part of doesnt recycle this whiteandbouncy material it appears destined for landfill   but then a voice arrives in the vicinity of my flesh and suggests compellingly that i should bring the styro inside and play with it the way i used to lego   but it doesnt have attaching mechanisms i or something else voice and should i then use glue or tape or something else to substitute for the attaching mechanisms it lacks? but the voice that arrived and is in some sense still arriving says no

so i haul all that styrofoam back in  nothing in weight but everything in volume  and divide it in categories according to that arbitrariness that compels us to divide  then proceed to stack it with a different sort of arbitrariness until every piece is used and i have a haphazard structure that many would call ugly but i call beautiful   my beautiful structure is precarious so that even if i were to open a window even a light breeze would sway much of it to the ground   it rises almost to the nine foot ceiling and i love it   of course there is a cat and i know if cat wills to explore the groundfloor of my structure cat will consummate its will and therell be nothing i can do to stop it and there will go my structure   cat 9 structure 1   but weeks go by and cat  for whatever reason but likely devious ones doesnt enter and no window opens and the structure stands

 

of course one day cat decides its time but being cat its impossibly nimble and graceful and only about 10 or 20 percent of the pieces fall   i thank cat for its beneficence and in acknowledgement it goes to sleep and i leave the pieces where they fell for some other weeks

 

one day  having nothing to do although all days i have nothing to do so i should rather say one day having nothing to do in such a way that i feel once again drawn to the styrofoam  i restack the fallen pieces but differently  i could have roughly simulated the original design for i had taken some pictures of it  before cats show of grace  from various angles although as hairy clitoris tells us it never would have been the same but why says the voice that arrived and may have departed and arrived again or may have never departed but was just very quiet for a long time

 

and i know cat in its omniscient caprice will do its thing again and i will restructure according to the whimsies of the day and  assuming eternallife  these restructurings will go on forever

 

and whether that assumptions correct or not whats patently apparent is that cat and i are cocreators  each doing its part in the ephemerality of formful play   and maybe not just cat and i but to various and perhaps even equal degrees also styrofoam and window and jurisdiction and house and voicethatarrivedbutwhosedepartueisdubious and garage and allthemanythingsoncenestledsnugglingwithstyrofoamintheboxesnowbrokenanddestituteonthestreet  accepted with open arms by the jurisdiction but only remotely now aspects of the assemblage of creation of the structure so indivisible from cat and i and all these other things

 

and i think or something thinks in or around i why this singularity of name? that i could market the structure as an installation belonging to me and created by me and understood by me  are these not thoughts and acts only comprehensible to one so indolent it has become incapable of receiving complexity?

 

a structure maybe

created by itself and many others

maybe

a structure called maybe maybe

my cat maybe maybe made it

maybe maybe maybe maybe

guru of nothing

27.01.21 2021ist

i had once a friend who talked a lot about nothing  i thought of him as my guru of nothing  he said he was nothing  the world was nothing  i was nothing   so i thought id please him and sent him a funny email showing all the ways he was nothing and then he cut me off which confused me as i thought hed be so pleased with my nothing homework  how it demonstrated his principles and that id finally understood what he was talking about   i want to ask him so all your talk about nothing meant nothing? but instead im left in the doubt of the eternal something and now i just write funny emails to myself showing me all the ways im nothing 

sadoo with stoodio oddience

28.01.21 2021ist

w were sitting here with sadoo and stoodio oddience in the gaminflo tohel in oido lownj

 

s there is no audience

 

w look at the gazillions of whonyms

 

s its said  but what isnt said  in the heavier circles  that you have to think of oddience   this idea that one thinks of oddience and has an idea or a vision or plot or a story and writes and edits and is surprised or isnt surprised or a little of both and finishes something then finds an agent then the agent finds a publisher and there are more edits and negotiations until finally the publisher finds readers and theres something actually called a book   who believes this?

 

are you doing things for the good of the country w asks seemingly innocently

 

there should of course be a function in word says s that allows you to block a section of text and remove all punctuation in that section  or  in a similar vein to findreplace  remove all punctuation except say diacritics questionmarks exclamationmarks and replace certain of the erased ones  say commas  with something else  say an extra space  and periods with two extra spaces  unless eg particular specified conditions are met  say say

 

you feel guilty for being alive?

 

its more that i feel guilty for being alive in a consciousness thats aware its possible to feel guilty for being alive      art historically has been the domain of what we now call the mentally ill but we call mad   the outsider fragmented alien those of the margins who can never be anything but of the margins  and then capitalism invades and the named prized promoted branded story invades and

 

a good dose of pragmatism never hurt anyone

 

heroin may be physically addictive but ayahuascas spiritually addictive  like someones suicide it takes a delayed action path and preys slowly   that gov has means only to detect the one   the charlatans of aya migrate you from addiction on one plane to that of another

                 

do you live?

 

i dont live  im lived  and im deaded    

 

as the full moon rises the swan

 

ive been searching for google searches that i hope will yield fuller more intelligent provocative results but dont  such as autism and the new world order and apophatic aesthetics and futility uselessness action doubt  reimagining soul for possible worlds and

 

its been said that as long as one acts for spectators ones neither free nor human

 

the effort now  as whonymity dominates the earth  to seek maintain grow narratives apart from the domination narratives  whether ostensibly fighting for or against theres a forness to all who participate in them  a critical and lonely task   art and nature through solitude nonaction imagination hallucination seem the only portals presently that have sufficient energy and independence to wander apart from whonym voice   god has occasionally been an energetic moniker but now we prefer to hide god in complexsimple folds of sensations of nature and art   technology is schizoid and forces us into domination as much as it questions that force and

 

little boy enthusiasms and their consequent disillusions says w are hardly the basis for any viable and mature art

 

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why write anything if novel writes itself?

 

whonyms have asked why do novels need editors publishers readers even writers?  but novel goes further and asks why do novels need novels  why do we need ourselves 

 

is a novel a dump and a toilet an audience as various sadoodoos intimate?

 

novel has an infinite number of oddiences as novels an infinite number of selves  eg for years novel believed in inspiration and possession and could only go into the privy to play under such conditions  but one day it wakes up and doesnt believe in those things anymore but just believes in doing nothing and being uninspired

 

we find the skullarly and skullarlyliterary articulations of these ideas more compelling

 

as the full moon rises

the swan sings in sleep

on the lake of the mind

 

as the full mind rises

the lake sleeps in song

on the swan of the moon

 

as the full swan rises

the song moons a lake

on the mind of sleep

 

as the full song rises

a sleepy lake minds

the moon on a swan

 

as the full sleep rises

the moon minds its swan

song on the lake

 

as the full lake rises

the mind of a swan moon

on the sleep of singing

little boys,mind,skulls,deaded,aya capitalists,its said,swan,oddience,who believes this?,sleep,oldwhonyms,moon,guilty,says s,4ness 4skin,sing,madrants,lake,

blood & tribe

i & novel

otherity and savagery

29.01.21 2021ist

as blood and tribe become eternally alienated i and novel become codependent   love isnt just lust and sentimentality  its codependence  codependence is primary  to achieve and maintain sentimentality and lust you need codependence

 

history can be summarized as the severance of tribe and blood   once identical indistinguishable irrevocable cosmic  tribe began fluttering from blood in a far timedream and pilgrimaged its parallel savagery along the littered paths of unholy time until the missile of now when tribe and blood should they accidentally meet could hardly recognize each other   blood this alien  ancient crawling viscouslike genitalia   those who seek to bind by it moral and unhatched in laserstamped gmo eggs   their morality as sadomasochistic as the religions theyre following or have rejected

 

the whonym is savage before otherity  if otherity is diminished in certain sectors  eg race sex religion  it rises with equal measure in other sectors  eg class age species sanity      diversity  less its regulated forms which primarily exist to promote institutional virtue  more its raw expressions of a vast and incompatible nature  is otherity  and the speakings of diversity that circulate among the banners little more than masks on encyclopedic inabilities to understand the extent and nature of diversitys geography   diversitys far more challenging than you can imagine

 

take eg a fairly obvious fact  that capitalism doesnt recognize spiritual property   it rather says you can steal spiritual property and even encourages it   capitalism only recognizes legal property  in this case that which can be quantifiable traceable processable identifiable   all these defined in particular ways that favour the rights of certain kinds of minds  certain kinds of mind that are able to tap in to a certain kind of societal dominance

 

we havent even begun to think through let alone act through race and sex  let alone the myriad other forms that have effectively silenced because theyre dead dying or are for whatever reason unvoiced      the diversity & humanrights humans havent thought much about what theyre doing in anything other than crisis terms and if diversity doesnt include our colleagues across nature and spirit as equal members its not going to do much other than continue shuffling the soiled deck of history

 

whonym tribes are a set of fonts

what we call individuals letters glyphs diacritics smudges caesuras punctuation margins

a language is the whonym

one language among language families so vast and alien our endless praise of ourselves might seem a joke to those many myriads outside if they thought it worth their while to pay us any attention

 

isnt the function of the internet  of the technovirtualization of whonymity  to provide hypershamanistic capacities for both transmigrating blood into tribe  and for finding members of ones tribe as bloods geographical proximity has now become a museum artifact  encased behind glass with skullarly mumbles interpreting the event for those challenged in discerning

 

but those of us belonging to tribes inept at seeking our own  who are of nature in its physical immediacy  its sanguine proximities  but of the technological diaspora in our tribal affiliations  what are we to do but wander in an unnamed dark alone

 

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devices

310121 2021ist

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here dedeared unreaders is the hierarchy of devices through which sadoo should be read though sadoo neither can be read nor should be read nor could be read nor would be read

as in this sad and sadder world the best options arent available except in the imaginative realms   rankings three to one  that is the best and most appropriate  those in which sadoo truly manifests and speaks directly with soul without those mishaps that comprise the very heart of communication  and we suggest for those who can fly ninety thousand kilometres just with their own bodies they enter those realms and journey to those rankings and encounter sadoo there  those lands in which books are beyond reading and understanding and where language is no different than the lucid gaze of empty eyes through windows so frameless the question arises as to whether the windowsre really there   so ranking four for the rest of you is the best available option in this sadder and sad world but those of you incapable of it may without undue penalty slip to rankings five or six at the worst but for those of you who go lower and  woe woe  to those who voluntarily choose ranking nine      unutterable words and the most inauspicious of ends           

 

were all exhausted by

all of this and

wish sadoo would shut

up

 

than

kganes

hait

sov

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א

y782

even among intelligent whonyms one doesnt converse about anything important anymore  if you try to talk about anything important whoever youre talking with quickly changes the conversation to sports or politics or gossip or the weather  some variation of da nooz   but everyones interiority has to stay locked up and the jailors society  for the soul  or what used to be called the soul  like what used to be called reality  is too much for the people to bearbare  so they can only talk about the denials of the soul  these effects of its repression  as it seeps ineluctably through thick old walls and forms the artifacts and procedures were forced to live within  though they live in purer and more potent form within us  and all our training and educations oriented toward learning how to converse about the repressions and make more repressions and have no idea how to relate to the forms of vital seething   of course you can pay 150 an hour for a shrink  you can whore it up like that and call it wellness  a little voyeured psychic orgasm in a strangers office  you can persist in talking with the whonyms after they try to shut you up and be deemed mad pretty quickly  you can go nuts and get locked up or drugged  you can suicide  that relief  you can carry on imaginary conversations more real than those other ones people call real or more real  with the few others whove managed to survive for a bit and write about this condition and whose words have survived and whose words youve found in the vast library of dumpster of book  and write some of these conversations down  which are typically ignored or if theyre not disdained   and all this it takes you a while to learn

take eg a magazine called frigid in which some idiot calling itself weal clown disdains h michaux who experiments his entire life with sniffing languages  in words and paint  for the universes of his interiority   does mish^oh succeed? thats not a question of the interior thats a question of your world  and all clown  who naturallys some young white prick  does of course is call mish oh a sadly disabled old man   but even the most incoherent babbling of the one who explores the interior smells is far more beautiful than the most coherent product of your chiseled enforced exterior  sterile dumps

 

infinitys a construct of mind and as mind exists and infinity exists in it so infinity exists and i orient myself toward these infinities and write about them   sadoo is this orientation

 

ı look in the mirror and know ım nuts  ı know ım nuts and that you havent caught ı yet  ım pleased by these two facts  two of the few facts ı think about that are worthy of meditation   its never been a question for ı not to be nuts   to believe in soul and to be obsessed with thinking and talking about soul is to be nuts   sadoos my nuts