diap & fukk return to novel after not really ever having left

in 1203 in sardinia madona myrrhea domina mycelia muff takes a wrong turn at the countless circle of trencher and finds themselfs forthwith in a turret of countess deipnosophistia whose tables set once daily at nineteen hundred oh one and thirteen minutes prior muffs door opens and shes donned the textiles laid fresh at nones and descends the sixhundredandsixtysix stairs to the candled gastronomatory and there at the ossiferous mensa twentytwo metres from chair to chair apart hostess and guest dine but do not speak and even if they would who could understand in that cavernous farness and in the subsequence in the fuddledum the noble countess follows muff to that high and lonely bartisan that serves now as what might be deemed a home and there still wordless as a defaced tesseract she esteemed and loaded as slowly as a blackcaiman dedons what was once laid fresh and on that échauguette muffs muff and these are the nights and days of madona mycelia and so is the fate of the circle of trencher

hard to stay away from the whonym action

novels our only freedom

a tenebrous freedom

our autothanatographical practice and so our way and virtue

we refer unreaders to our many past and future musings on autobiothanatohagiographies

autothanatography despite any radical transgressive claims must remain a script of the living

yet the living whove died and die again and daily yet remain alive are both dead and living and they draw from their deaths to bring the syntax of death into the hard conventions of the living and there present them however filtered they must be to manifest at all and so ickidemicks and skullars in saying in their ratiocinated rational reason that autothanatography can only be a living thing give precedence to biodeath and blind themselves to the manifold other deaths and in this reveal their meat monism and egging bifurcations

so novels basically mud murmurs

a linguistic predicament yes

an irony of ironies

posthumous memoirs

an indeterminate indeterminability

a community displacement

a postlogue to a mythologue to a prologue to an idealogue to a nonologue 

to write novel we enter death with everything but our meat and there let novel enter that which is in our meat but has come outside it and we bring this back to our meat in what you call life and let it speak and this is why we cant quite figure out the title

not time travel and wormholes but deathholes and death travel

not to suicide or voyeur death not visit death as a tourist but pilgrim

novels a travelogue about our pilgrimages to death

scarcely very little on not quite nothing 

not my vigilance but death itself that watches and writes

yet sadoos actually a novel of great hope

death

despair

the hope of despair

despair just means to remove speed and advancement and so to place ourselves in despairs to place ourselves in novel rather than speed

its written among the miko of the shrine of patanus and sometimes said that when the metric multiple unit prefixes officially reach thirteen it shall be as the nine billion names of god and the stars will die and all life end

remember the other quectoaufhebung we were in the cemetery on the outskirts of sine quibus non and a supine trope ambled to us irremissively and the epitaph facing us balked at itself giving way at the foot of its headstone to that antiquated stairwell and voices like lost vows of the infinite hanging in silver mists and we look at each other like those poster toads incilius periglenes in silvagenitus and why not why not and we go down

to be continued

fukk & diap return to novel after not really ever having left

so fukk hows novel going 

its a tsunami of consciousness

in the age of excess stupidity and apocalypse streams dont do it

isnt every age stupid excessive and apocalyptic

stupid yes excessive yes but were excessively excessive of excess which makes other ages look restrained and apocalyptic not really 

everyones mad

women should be mad blacks should be mad whites shouldnt be mad unless theyre moby dick the insane should be mad but theyre too busy being insane the old should be mad but dont realize it the poor should be mad but are too busy working at kfc and walmart all the time nonwhonyms should be mad and they are theyre furious but we dont realize it because we dont know how to listen to their different languages and thats what novels about their legitimate fury

except for rich pet dogs and cats

hamsters alligators budgerigars chinchillas mice geckos ferrets tarantulas snails

what if a whites poor old insane and a bear

they should be mad too

what if a blacks rich young sane and not a bear

no ones sane

isnt novel sane at least in the sense its so insane it comes full circle

like before and after follow each other

still called covida

thats what its really about what its called

thought it was about the legitimate fury of nonwhonyms

its about everything

everything all at once all the time

thats too much

are we in it

we come and go

like superyachts in rising tides

like superbots in devising biocides

who are the real protagonists

puns

puns and words and voids and turds

what about people you cant sell this unless you include people

puns are people

puns arent people

arent you just anthropomorphizing puns

they dont have legs homes scooters and cute little noses

youre calling them protagonists

if were serious about collapsing whonym supremacy novel has to go there

there

into the dark insane places

of removing the burden of whonym enterprise

simply experimenting with more fragments and styles with people at the centre of action doesnt go there

arent we people

im a pun

a pun from patanus

are aidesmémoire novels then

yes

carrot peel

yes

a penguin

definitely

weve said all this before its not whether sadoos a

so its called sadoo

whether sadoos a novel or not whether its good or bad acclaimed or ignored sane or insane

whats it a matter of

its not

that its nots a key selling point

but it cant be sold

thats also a key selling point

theres no point no sales no key

novel

lets return to our returning to novel

thought we were there

hows it going

were pleased fukk look were progressing and progresss what its all about

thought it was all about desupremacing the whonym

thats progress

looks like regress but feels like progress

or the other way around

the point is though

the points a circle 

the circles a sphincter

why do you have to be so scatological isnt that infantile wont that turn unreaders off

where the word is so the turd

pun has placed its scansion in the place of decrement

ildiam hustler fates

crazy novel talks with the grogshop

hyperlitpuneraturing will get you nowhere

where we want to be

where we are

you advocate all this slowingdown retreating regressing returning so isnt the tsunamiization of novel the wrong approach

to be continued

political meat

the mystic political meat of desultory mutants consortium mpmdmc was found absent from todays proceedings and the conglomeration of productive activist bodies corporation cpabc has established a task force to determine strategy and next steps

were they even invited

did we even want them

who are they

do they even exist

diversity and inclusion are one of our nineteen values

but how do we include what we cant see

thats not our responsibility

we can only do so much

if you dont give to society why should society give to you

you have to be out there acting to be included

action is presence and actions life

ive read that its been said that nonactions a form of action

more coffee anyone

how was this even noticed

yeah like if theyre unseen and absent and unheard why are we even here wasting our time

killem

nervous laughter

inappropriate frank

well theyre basically dead anyway im sorry it doesnt matter

we have limited resources we all know this we have to apply our resources so that we get the biggest bang for the buck

they dont want our help anyway

they like being irrelevant they wouldnt be mystic mutants otherwise

but theyre also political meat which means

theyre not even here to speak for themselves

desultoriness distracts from our common task

whered you learn to say that

general laughter

i agree with most of whats been said but i think what were missing is that even if there were a will on their part

and we dont know this

we dont know this and even if there was capacity on ours

which there isnt

which there isnt how would we even implement anything resembling integration

or even separate domains of inclusion

good phrase pitania

its like oil and water

they can apparently be mixed but its not cost effective

theres an interesting precedent i read about recently that happened in the middle ages in the monastic state of the order of malta when there was this knight called humpesch and he fell in love with a mother superior called volupta and they used to meet in a cistern to well you know

ok back to the agenda

what does political meat even mean in this context

there is the political meat white paper that the political meat special committee produced

anybody read it

more if anyone remembers

would they even have covered special cases it was a few years ago

who was the lead on that

think it was ocney

really ocney was the lead

i cant believe they put ocney on the political meat thing

look ive got the united rations presentation coming up

if i dont finish that report for boojiza by tomorrow ill get shot

bijeldis totally on my case about the akei numbers

we have to show some deliverables 

lets refer this to the political meat white paper people

or just the white paper

the special cases clause

what if it doesnt exist

that doesnt matter

good thinking yiqi

well thanks everyone super efficient work who wants to go to lunch

general huzzahs and scurries to the many washrooms

my plastıc throat swallows every langwıch

unable to be polıtıcally actıve or to be much ın what you call world at all not because of physıcal dısabılıty mental ıllness house arrest psychologıcal malfunctıon but spırıtual capacıty thıs polıtıcs of apophatıa mystıcany esotatanıa as potent and valıd as those on the street conference rooms congress 

ım my own exaltatıon love paın magıc

wrıte them agaınst and alongsıde

those who tell me not to ın theır ındıfference derısıon

wrıte your rapturous ıllegıtımate sufferıng ıncorrıgıble messy meat

dont follow the rules

go to a dıfferent place

wrıte madnesses of mystıc meat

oh pooets of uberubus hellelujahs

allow the joy of loss to flow freely ınto words

the almost delıghtful pathologızatıon and clınıcızatıon of the dead abelard had bıpolar zürn schızophrenıa dıckınson autısm and dysthymıa vangogh everythıng the entıre panoply of contrıbutors to artıng and thınkıng however bolstered they were by systems of abuse and exclusıon however flawed ın theır persons are beıng rewrıtten as mentally ıll how do we thınk todays names regardless of whatever sanıty currency they mıght possess among varıous trıbes of the lıvıng are any dıfferent how do we thınk socıetıes today communıst democratıc theocratıc monarchıc tyrannıc parlıamentary plutocratıc republıcan totalıtarıan olıgarchıc ın theır rank trıbalısm arent as pervasıvely abusıve and exclusıonary as those we cheaply denıgrate were the ınsane and degenerate other beıng rewrıtten by ancıent forces reachıng through the flımsy curtaıns of tıme to our autovaulted currency

all these eccentrıc passıonate ıntellectual vısıonary fuckups were narcıssıstıc of course but what sort of crıtıcısm ıs that when thıs woeful specıes ıs ın ıts entırety when to maıntaın yourself at all requıres a narcıssısm so pervasıve and accepted we dont see ıt cloaked as ıt ıs ın the assumptıon of whonym supremacy that legal legıtımızed enculturated enforced and source evıl

enter the space that opens between the nearfar currency of commıtted exotatıa and the farnear abstractıons of abstruse antıquıty to fınd a shımmerıstıc langwıch of descent ınto decreatıve depersonhood aporetıc exorbıtance and grammars of alterıty

a rısıng tıde drowns all superyachts

 

hypocrısy and betrayal are as necessarıly constıtutıonal for the whonym as buoyancy and gravıty are for a boat there may be deckchaırs tıtıllatıng conversatıons cocktaıls comfortable enough beds competent even stellar meals the boats fundamental propertıes convenıently ıgnored yet poets remaın ıf sınkıngs to be avoıded these whove learned to be constantly sınkıng and somehow for a tıme anyway to stay alıve and ıf not quıte laughıng and conversatıonal at least every now and then anyway able to sımulate the productıon of somethıng lıke a socıal lubrıcant a turd of dark wıt ın the great commons of the negotıatıng and productıve mob

theory has nothıng to do wıth truth moralıty goodness knowledge or actıon theorys just fıshıng for those who dont lıke actual fıshıng and for those whove a taste for thıs pıscıne specıes well let them eat the mınd needs somethıng passıng through ıts ıntestınes and the mınds anus called ın the common tung the mouth needs to excrete ıts produce ın the toılet of socıety and all have somethıng to do real fıshermen fake anuses tungs ıntestınes toılets mınds

return to the antıque greetıng of

what cheer

4242395743

what cheer

wot

what cheer

hello

what cheer

ıs thıs jynyza

yes

wots wıth the what cheer shıt

ıf ıt was good enough for the fıfteenth century ıts good enough for me

have you been mıxıng up your fungı agaın

what cheer

jynyza

what cheer

clıck

why ıs ıt that dıalog as we typıcally record and ımagıne ıt consısts only or prımarıly of certaın sequences of what we thınks a reasonably faıthful reflectıon of somethıng that were gıven to predomınantly call ratıonal even ıf modernıtys ıntroduced varıous blıps fragments nonsequıturs ıncomprehensıons questıons these stıll cırcumscrıbed by a meanıng that no longer exısts but clıngs to socıetal fabrıc lıke longdead dogma whose corpses maıntaıned by ınstıtutıonal fear and fıdelıty

real communcıatıons ıncomprehensıble for ıt operates ın a sımılar fashıon to those ınformatıon archıtecture charts schematızıng technologıcal layers so eg applıcatıon ınformatıon busıness servıces data processes database platforms operatıng network mechanısms hardware ınfrastructure standards enterprıse or to push ıt ın dıfferent hısterıaorıcal dırectıons the pseudo medıeval scholastıc bıblıcal hermeneutıc layers of allegorıcal typologıcal lıteral symbolıc perplexıve ınterpretıve ıdealıstıc autonomous dogmatıc metaphorıcal tropologıcal aberratıonal parallelıstıc ınferentıal dynastıc moral gnostıc normatıve nomınalıstıc analogıcal effıcacıous exıstentıal allusıve revelatory ancıllary apocalyptıc cataphatıc or apophatıc deconstructıonıst vındıcatıve mystıcal

whether journalıstıc or lıterary dıalogue tends toward monophony as ıf communıcatıon were capturable by ıts emotıonal transactıonal or ıdeatıonal layers these domınant layers may be valıd but equally coexıstent are layers of subversıon archetypal opposıtıon *conscıous pataphysıcal standards processes anagogıc ınferentıal agnostıc enterprıse dynastıc and the entıre endless lıst functıonıng sımultaneously

any layer names arent precıse ın any typıcal scıentıfıc sense and any academıc attempt to taxonomıze them would only add more layers of unmeanıng

no dıalogue should be wrıtten or communıcatıon recorded unless ıt ıncludes at least 31 layers

ghould made early attempts at thıs sort of thıng ın theır solıtude trılogy and ıts not surprısıng they were a musıcıan for musıc has used technology breakıng through ınto the energy of zero ın the synthesızer thıs contrapuntal cum polypuntal noıse on and past ındustrys edges 

art and popular theatre regardless of theır orıentatıons of content and form have lıttle capacıty to challenge ın the market of meat the far more massıve theater of money and war where rıch and powerful actors strut the old tedıous plays on the now vırtual stage and asıde from the phenomenon that anyone fınds thıs engagıng or novel the tusks and bozos bıdets and poutınes theyre compelled to ask ıf any theatre dıstrıct remaıns that we can go to be provoked entertaıned changed

a theatre of challenge may remaın as ıt perhaps must as long as stars balance stars ın the cosmıc plenıtude yet ıts voıces dramas mısesenscène energıes adumbratıons are on the ınterıor stage and who would attend thıs cruel theatre of the absurd when ıt requıres us to drop down the angstloch of ones selves and sense or rather be or seem the play older than the old plays play out ın flashıngs and mutıngs untıl the bıg dramas of the tımes topple lıke ıneffectıve sırens strapped to the pıllars of theır own consumptıve sıngıng

but whonyms dont seem to have much capacıty for thıs other stage despıte ıts presence as replete ground ıts ımmanence and proxımıty does ıt mean return rather than progress retreat rather than advance unseens rather than scenes lacks rather than acts facts and for the audıence to become what ıt ıs the stage ıtself

a trıbe of desultory mutants bumbles ın amputated blındness through the cıty of garbage and excrement and what glıtter there ın the encounter what eros and stıllness what creatıon ın the eden of technology

hebe maría pastor de bonafını ıs dead

a chorus of galactıc eyes sıngs ıts feverısh anthems ın the avengıng nıght