gwawk natacu

 

on the offchance she says though chance is rarely off and adjusts her mordant mufti to rouse a question from the crypt on the onchance then excuse the neologism to serve a purpose neither of us im absolutely convinced about in my doubt can remotely fathom that somewhere in your interior disorder might reside however encaged or roaming an attribute however fleeting or illusory that could suggest however remotely opaquely or disguisedly under the most generous circumstances an indication of the possibility of any realization that you as all things exist simply as a startlingly brief and comprehensively insignificant tıttle in a universe so vast and eternal it would laugh if anything so indifferent could ever enter the realm of wit 

you take me into psychopathic space baby he says and covers his feet like seraphim

in the attempt to communicate she says as she slaps aside the approach of a usurpation from a locked closet in an abandoned room on the floor of childhood suppressions were abducted into chthonic triforia where our task if we have any at all and this is far from certain is just to look but instead we direct whatever energy we have into being lulled into the unlook and there in the lulling how can we advance but through a retreat so singular and exhaustive it instead of participating in our movements defines our very being

i take my time i do it my way i run the race he says and removes his trousers and slathers his member with garlic vegenaise and recites some nursery rhymes about dinosaurs and tulips and the gardens of the rich

it doesnt matter if we devote every minute of our furious meaningless lives to maintaining however increasingly precarious delusions that accelerate however fragile our ridiculous and hyperinflated notions of self as long as the relations we construct enable us to walk erect through forests of hostility and meadows of humiliation for how could any of us and surely you in reality or fantasy are not exempt cope otherwise with the draft of void as it approaches unmitigated by the wonders of fashion and caresses of cliches

were all sloshed clowns passing limp batons in a relay race no one understands i know you dont eat meat but will you just this once make an exception and feast on this eggless condimented stranger

the end was never supposed to be like this she says silent and full of garbage and wipes a finger of vegenaise and takes it in her mouth like gasoline as if shes at a picaist party the point is what could we ever do but what were doing necessarily pathetic though it not only is but must be even and perhaps especially in our fabricated reasons

dont lose sight of the great battalion in the sky my dispossessed amazonian though we can hardly see it he says and slices his member off and hands it to her the way she likes on steppes of radicchio and kalamatas pierced into it with coloured toothpicks

what were saying while it has little to do with reality though im unsure that matters anymore she says and takes a munch of the proffered snack has much to do with moving forward in ways that might surpass any mission imagined so far in the minds of sages which exciting though it seems cant live up to the promises exacted at the cost of any pretense of intelligence

who dont exist of course he says but thats beside the point and watches while she gulps the last bit down but the only true crisiss the one we cant do anything about which effectively now is everything and they the dialogue having more or less finished cross to different platforms he to the stanmorebound jubileetrain to transfer at bakerstreet for latimerroad to watch the thirdgame of the stanleycup in his chelseaflat and she to the stratfordbound to disembark at canadawater and visit the neglected graves of nunhead

deranged tales from a sadoo stoodıo

the agêd explode ın ash

mamas been feeding off granny ıs tıts for as long as anyone forgets  while it cant be medically or metaphysically proven if granny ıs alive or dead she sure still keeps on spouting out those grannyısms and  good for mama  flows the mılk

though its not really mılk as galadap discovers when she sneaks a drınk one night  more about that later  

so its later now  though weve had to cut out a lot of pretty good stuff to get here so quickly  so lets tell the toothsome story

its the eve of hexennachtenwoltenschläften and house of mamas open for the carousing agêd and they enter like hobbyhorses  arriving in pumpkins and deshabille  on psilochuasca and dragonflies  by wrinkle and disaster and steeds of collapse   crashing through windows and cutting themselves in broken cackles  they cast themselves down webbed flues to explode tinily in ash and annihilated memory

here comes unkl of greed wearing thick lipstick of concern   there awnt of academic virtue and clunks of observation  in a ginbowl a granmama of many greats and thick broods of narcissists  lounging in a pantherthong old hababal of countless suicides and love   all these of gross descendants littered across the earth like frozen novels come like weightless garish pastries and share their sins and gather in the cravatoria to await mamas arrival and address and their sexes hang like ichiban brinjal and require just as much oil and some sing tiny choruses in corners

mama enters through a gerovrata she craftily pretends to misplace by dismantle 19 and the agêd bubble and gluck in seventy times seven hundred simulations and turbulence is like ichthyic hope

oh agêd and the many agêd and the agêd upon agêd and the agêd beyond mama says and slips her dress off oh agêd whove bespoken boundaryless vats of suffering into existence and almost as many lies to delude all but the wise that their bespeakings been a virtue mama says and unhooks her brassiere and lets it drop like a thousand lost metaphors oh agêd who now and already stalk the shades of drool grasping for holy dreams that refuse to enter even the remote orbits of your suppurating festerment mama says and removes her panties and casts them at one recently dead under the tattered skirts of a once professor in ungulatology and mother of a duet of pedantry banality vapidity oh agêd who says mama and

she says the same thing every year mutters galadap to herself in her geheim secerno and knows mamas going to get distracted by the sunken smelly navels and antediluvian toenails  their irresistible pendulousness and rancorous gonads   the coalescence of which  she feels this dna config even in her young meat and begins to prepare for the tumult she divines will arrive when it flowers garishly into the manifold colours of hunger and hard lecheries of scent  galadap knows will catapult mama into frenzies of forgetting and shell descend from her nakedness into the dealt fashions of teeth and fragility

galadap says to herself in her verhohlenung ı shall use the opportunity of mamas fatal distraction and unholy salaciousness to steal through the storey of skeletons and use the key of taboos and ıncant the unspoken and clamber unwıttingly across the dıssequıturıa to the opaque plenıtudes that protect granny ı in her volumınous concupıscences and there outwit the plenitudes and gain access to the knowledge thats mine

& true to truth galadap does and here granny ı ın torn & smırchy nıghtdress of eternıtıes and a tıt lounges outsıde like an ırrupting ınfrangıbılıty and the tıt speaks ın the emetıc speech of the spırıts who lıve ın the ındıstınguıshabılıty of death and lıfe and whıspers to galadap secrets of her dna and even mama doesnt know them all and pulls galadap towards ıt and she latches on like a ratchet and sucks to the marrow this ıchor that has changed her forever

and when galadaps done granny ı rıps off grandotters frock and there galdaps tıts  to have been born with the breasts of outcasts  like caprıcıous sentınels and granny ı sucks and dotter of house of mama knows the need of those with neıther root nor canopy

galadap returns to her heimlich by the cravatoria and the agêd are strewn like roaches after a party and smoke rises from them and mama  naked and satisfied and bloody  sits in this gehenna  some lost word from the regions beyond  and galadap sees time before her babbling like the mad and feels granny ı crawling within and makes an altar to what shes no idea and prays though she believes little in belief and sleeps for many days and nıghts in risible ribald portendıng dreams 

oryr abdicant

as things migrate from meat to data  from suffering to statistics  whonym disappears into the vorticial blackhole created by the migration and in the disappearance manifests omnipresently as its rabidly loquacious absence   a kind of failed and disastrous mysticism which it in its nugatory superciliousness believes to be an unparalleled triumph

the geometries of soul are incommensurate with times mathematics

ideas are now so bereft of ideas

unfamous whonyms talking about the famous is like poor whonyms donating money to the rich

la flors a great film  despite its indulgences campiness frustrations imperfections  as it manages to be a deeply mystic film but presented through realism   the common critics  whether they praise or diss it  miss this and instead focus on it as a successful somewhat tedious or failed attempt at experimental narrative   but when viewed through the lens of fleshy mysticism every minute of la flor becomes rich   a divine comedy for the third millennium   there are a smattering of mature films  by mature here we mean polysemantically conscious and diversely representative of the orientations and movements of spirit seamlessly manifest in content and form  but la flor assumes maturity before it begins then goes beyond

friendship presents itself as possibility not when reason meets but when unreasons compatiblize  even if these aligned unreasons are named reason by the intimates

most whonyms of the socalled progressive sort follow the dominant diversities   which is to say not much of diversity at all   and so unprogressive   or at least progressive within a penitentiary of political conventionality and so unfree

parents use children to escape parents but by becoming parents they instead enter more fully into the regions they had hoped to flee

all good theorys impractical because goodness cant be implemented except in the most random distributed and occasional ways and moments  almost entirely aside from any intentions or conceptualizations of whonyms   fernandos right then  the only rational thing to do is maintain theory or dream  whatever your word is for it  in dream and theory   and let the body be enslaved by whatever molecular forces determined it from conception

a great but widely dispersed depression thats indistinguishable from a vast and pervasive joy

everything about the wild spirits indicates theyre an imaginal presencing of a primary dimension of human psychic being in unharnessed nonsomatized animatedness  impulsive incessantlyvolatile ambivalent omnipotent envious

birth is the primordial narcissistic injury of the ouroboric self incurred on itself by its own necessity to birth itself 

ethnographıes of soul

we eat for the living and we eat for the dead

whereas you just bury your dead and eat for yourselves alone

the legal evils and the illegal virtues

as the technology gets friendlier the whonyms obeying its dictates get more incompetent

                        a bırd

      s

    p

  o

                o

             wet earth

the loud

worm  warm soft beneath

how nıce to be a

how much work play is   how its so costly in every area of cost  in part because dominant society only recognizes a bifurcation of work and play and validates the latter solely inside that bifurcation   if your works play though you have to work very hard and relentlessly to play   working at building living bridges over the chasms societys created to sever itself becomes the play

our fascination with the songs and images of blackholes      look  the parents of our souls can sing      look  the night of our days has a face and its the image of our dreams

theres the battle for the natural or the claimants of the natural and the battle for the artificial or the claimants of the artificial and the battle between the claimants of the natural and the claimants of the artificial and the battles among the battles

how disgusting words are 

treatise on slobber and eternity

deaths funny   life never is ands incapable of humour   all laughter comes from death   but deaths only funny on its own   sitting as it can  though rarely now with such towering tottering life pressing across the falling spaces  on some footstool far from life   as soon as it gets up and enters life the comedys left behind  somewhere in an untrampled desert full of absent footstools

whonyms are words and so the questions how to combine and distort them to make poems instead of the mediaridden prose of the production forces

the land of my mınd desires to be mapped and a name for this desire is sadooıa and here are some rudimentary cartographical adventures in the forms and legends given to us by energıes of the dark sun

blueberries are anticarcinogens   but sprayed blueberries are carcinogens   balance

an alphabetic language where vowels are the only letters and consonants are inferred   the opposite of an abjad

let us all set ourselves on fire by the sad steps of the law

deranged tales from a sadoo stoodıo

the pavereon turret

when awnt wywila visits galadap goes to recover the fååk from the tvättstuga which mamas divulged when in congress with cranish and a favourite achondroplastic goat and a few of their friends   galadap never lets on that mamas let the fååk slip and the only indication she has that mama rememberss a certain uncharacteristic twitch whenever the tvättstugas mentioned   but why wouldnt she go into one of her moralities which she always does when reminded of a misplaced secret and you must know galadap  you must have seen at least in your adumbrations  the turtle surely  how there are always holes in the taboo but  the holes  seeing them  isnt any license for going into territory youre unprepared for  you  minimally  minimally  lack the wholesale experience to survive in those environments   galadap   the air alones enough to kill you    no one can breathe it without centuries of training   my dotter   my only dotter i remember   for arent you here as factive as a desert   arent you like that grimoire by luimême enfin   reputedly  ambiguous and opaque yet still somehow like a flurry in its comforts and none of this means that      and it would go on for hours until mama herself finally tired and went to drink with the ornamental hermits and galadap would sit at the hearth composting the mess   why doesnt she do that  why does she just twitch instead   she sits there like an ukpik by the inglenook and thinks about the fååk

but its awnt wywila that spawns galadap to action   awnt wywila who galadap hasnt seen since that incident in the chrismal and now father of yózef has leased the pavereon turret to invent voleries of sultantits and awnt wywila whooshes through and leans the ladder shes carried in her laddercase according to the guidelines established in section 22 of regulation c9418 against the chromatic polystyrene and climbs the 100 metres and scares the constipation out of father of yózef   awnt wywilas recently completed her master of happiness arts and is taking charge of the good things like never before but galadap knows one of mamas bots wrote the mha curriculum while throbbing cranishs anus and not that that discredits anything but still  well  galadaps never particularly liked awnt wywila anyway and father of yózefs never heard of her so when she knocks on the balistraria and father of yózefs incanting the laudatoria of auspicibus he lets loose a stool hes been holding in for the holiest of reasons and  being the house of mama  the ordure gains a measure of autonomy from its creator and attacks awnt wywila through the crenel and father of yózef falls off the train of magic and awnt wywila the ladder

some grubs on their way to mischiefize the terracotta slip on her rather squishy at the base of a sambucus bush with a qad of ornamental hermits surrounding discussing the summa gonadina of sant tommasa but to no effect and whoosh her to the healatorium according to lines 404822 to 409656 in their programming      everyone in the houses out to lunch quite figuratively and galadap ventilates arrhythmically as she discusses with the even for her very eccentric father of yózef what to do with awnt sqwishila as they bothre now calling her

we are not quite close to the finish with the voleries says father of yózef we would have to say which we are not normally inclined to do but under the circumstances that some minor adjustments to the semahtrasay may clear up the problem but the guarantees are few and rather distal

whats that got to do with anything

you know the lemegeton of ignota

mama introduced us when we were listening to the hermit goats sermon or ı should say when ı was trying to listen and mama was all over the azahat

we are unsure if you remember but in it is a clause that speaks obscurely of a prohibition against the manufacture of flying things along with the requisite curses that can be applied under specified conditions to those who attempt to challenge the elemental orders

look  mamas out to lunch now but when shes back and if she finds awnt sqwishila all squished out like this shell blame me and ım having such a good day

how about the fååk

and all the many hesitations galadap has developed of the father of yózef instantly disappear you mean

yes  go to the tvättstuga  obtain the fååk  apply it

how do you know about the tvättstuga

dotter of the house of mama we may be crazy but we are not stupid

galadap gets the fååk and discerns it and just in time before mama returns just as shes hearing the clicketyclackety of mamas brain activating in the bionic rhododendra performs the ablutions necessary for relative distracing and prepares the table of conferences and requests forgiveness from the spirits of the healatorium and applies the artifacts of forgiveness and loosens awnt sqwishila distributing her across the spaces and recites the obligatoria and waits in the annulments and distraces awnt sqwishila entirely from existence and all the affixes that can or might attach themselves to it and mama tangos into the room whatre you galadap doing in the healatorium and galadap reaches deep into the glossogobblia and mama doesnt even notice because shes just back from a stupendous lunch

and for father of yózef the days been like when you start it intending to make borscht but in the end have only cut your toenails

for galadap the days been like the happiness of fish

but for awnt wywila it hasnt been a good day it hasnt been a good day at all

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galadap gets the job

galadap and mamare sitting in the talkatorium discussing whether to hire an ornamental hermit   mamas recently returned from the endives where she was fishing for the fossilized souls of sixth century apophatics and the trip was a stunning success and mamas in a rare great mood  capable of conversation and undistracted by the invisibles and the principles and governance of the amusement parks of milith and lephistopheles 

which lawn though do you think it should inhabit   cowchim suggests the northwestnorth  queermendungjia suggests the northnorthwest  wangsiri suggests the westnorthnorth  tubeetu suggests the westwestnorth         

eastnortheast

but nothing suggests the eastnortheast

ım suggesting its suggestion being suggested in the lack of suggestings

a kind of apomancy   hm

brumy could apply

brumyll scare our intruders

they cant see it

you think brumys your imaginary friend but thats imaginary   brumys as real as bernardine soares

weve had this debate before

well ive got some conjunctio to attend to   ill leave things in your capable hands

do you want to at least interview the shortlist

ill just get rid of them if i dont like them

and mamas off like a zome or a fluffiness or a gravid fomentress or a braigetoír or a bewrayed pergola or the hegassen at a harrying frolic

wanted

ornamental hermıt

at the house of mama

eastnortheast lawn access only

room and herbs and potions

random stipends possible for sundry services

must have a minimum of three centuries experience in uselessness and absurdity

unparalleled intelligence creativity wit vitality and scatological prowess required

other than this house of mamas an equal oppootunity employer

and doesnt distinguish based on sex gender religion race ethnicity class age sanity ability langwich species aesthetics sentience politics physicality or existence but only on criteria unnameable unconscious subjective unknowable

galadap likes the ad so much

she decides to apply herself 

dear esteemed outcats at the house of mama

ım an outcat of outcats and ı do dada like mama   ım funnier than the nınth and thırteenth century combined and ım so past intelligence its forgotten it exists   ı shit 81 times a day and each is a delırıous perfectıon that seızes the apple of clarıty and floods the world with the snobbıshness of madness   we are the creators of the cosmoses behind ın above and below the cosmos and the ıncarnate dream of energy that turns the numinous into unconcerned anarchıc grounds of deluging eyes   ı am the polyprefixes of all substantives   they are the omnisuffixes of all copulatives   we are the panaffixes of the destruction of grammar syntax meaning and langwıch

yours sincerely

galadap

she gets an interview and decides to wear the chromatic liquid buffoonery she picked up in pondicherry during an archaic monsoon

lovely outfit says galadap as galadap enters the interviewatoria

why thanks so much says galadap my dıno picked it out for me

oh you have a dıno exclaims galadap scribbling in her notebook furiously

ı think every selfrespecting ornamental hermıt should

are you selfrespecting though

to the extent respects a function of spectacular yes

and to the extent its not

ah theres the grub

havent washed my hair in months

no behind you walking by the window

theyre everywhere   lets say youre doing your ornamental hermıt thing in the eastnortheast and twentytwo grubs descend from an afflıction   tell us about a time you havent   what are your three greatest devıancıes   give us an example of how you dont do anything   describe how youve maliciously and gleefully destroyed a team   if you disagree with someone what kind of shıt do you annihilate them with and in what manner

ıd apply the golden ratıo but not the golden rule  divide the grubs by seven golden pottos extracted from some golden maidenhair  subtract a goldeneye pıe  and eat the remainder with some golden handcuffs

when we fıre you how will you respond

ı have a sauce for that

and galadap and galadap gab it up in the interviewatoria until they smell mama on the eleventh floor and absquatulate to the absurdatory