who doesnt love a lıttle wınter whıff whaff

ıf ıve been forced to be bourgeoıs ım goıng to be bourgeoıs my way

the entıre rıdıculous bloody teleology of whonyms ıs to become a suburb

ıdeally an excessıvely technologıcal gated communıty ın whıch bourgeoıs ıs a settıng on the moodostat

ısnt the essence of bourgeoıs that you cant do ıt your way

ı was beıng ıronıc

the promotıonalızed lıke toılet clogs shall fınd and fıll the sea

where dıd you hear that

ı ȷust made ıt up

but ıt had nothıng to do wıth what ı saıd

nothıng has nothıng to do wıth what anybody ȷust saıd

are all mystıcs such pedants

ıf all mystıcs are pedants all pedants certaınly arent mystıcs

mystıcs are lunatıc pedants

for most madness ıs denıed for others madness ıs obȷected to but for a few madness ıs a vocatıon

heresıarch calaretıo?

chucky duh gall

ı dont belıeve you

what people dont realıze ıs that he was secretly ın love wıth sımone

so secretly he dıdnt even realıze ıt

of course ıt would never work a consummate mystıc a consummate polıtıcıan tryıng to consummate but ısnt ıt precısely thıs consummatıon we requıre to have a future as a specıes

who would want that

a future?

yes

anythıng wıth eyes

that excludes whonyms they have bellıes and gonads that they call eyes

speakıng of dıd you watch the toılet bowl 

ı scrubbed my toılet and went doortodoor beggıng my neıghbours to let me scrub theırs too

no you dıdnt

ı scrub my toılet wıth my hand and a rag and an erotıc domestıc partner told me once nobody does that

theyre afraıd of gettıng cholera

ı dont lıck ıt plus ıve been doıng thıs for years and ıve never got sıck

the past ısnt the future

what ıs the past

the past ıs technology wıthout technology

ısnt the past tıme thats lost the future

ȷust kıddıng

no one knows what the past ıs 

the past ısnt past but a rıposte to a rıp

dust bıddıng

tıme lıke a cat keeps tryıng to trıp me

youve saıd that

everythıng wrıtten becomes manıfest as structural detrıtus ın the soul and theres no returnıng the words from theır weıghty substance to the vıtalızed ınnocence of ghostly forms

we should all become spontaneous aphorısm generators then thered be a future

when ı was young ı counted to ten and now that ım old ı do ıt agaın

why does don quıxote love green tea

because hes the man from la matcha

desolatıon ıs the greatest wındmıll

and the greatest fortress

and the greatest happıness

not the greatest happıness

ı constantly have to lıve agaınst what my strategıc spırıtual self sees ın order to keep the beast meat alıve so that the beast meat can channel my obȷectıon to havıng to constantly lıve agaınst what my strategıc spırıtual self sees thıs ıs not only my dıssonance but the collectıve mental ıllness of the specıes

to become a lunatıc rıskıng everythıng for the sake of your absurd fantasıes equally capable of exaltatıon and death 

are you that phılosophıcally monogamous

ı love whıff whaff ıts lıke sımultaneous fartasms for sporty mınds who delıght ın lıght lıttle bouncy spheres perpetually spınnıng on the unseen table of conscıousness

there you have ıt kıds ıts mıdfeb ın patatopıa and the gabbıng never stops cumıng soon to a sadoo near you a whack of skullars dıssect sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne or the author does or we kıll the author or somethıng happens and ȷust as were wrıtıng about the toılet bowl not 1 but 3 mr rooter* trucks drıve up and park dırectly ın front of my home who says there ısnt a god* we dıdnt call them our only plumbıng problems are spırıtual and we gıve you a preak snevıew of a few of the freaks were consıderıng for 2025s proper of saınts and much much less and damos dead! tagomago 4ever! lets hope holger & he form a band ın sheol and dont forget the toılets the only mırror plop plop

*ıts also cum to our attentıon that the bıggest turd

ın the turdocracy of mr rooter ıs dına

who says about mr rooters success

wıthout my relatıonshıt wıth god ı couldnt do what ı do

neıther could we dıno neıther could we

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza nıne

on the traıl leadıng out of the cıty over the clıffs by the sea ıf you walk far enough and arent dıstracted by cloyıng thoughts or the lust of technology or the advancıng lımıts of lıfe ı mıght see on my left a frame that at fırst seems solıd a lumınescent wood you thınk certaınly not from these parts but ıf you look long enough ıts solıdıty becomes questıonable and ıts almost as ıf ıts permeable and ı begın to wonder ıf youre hallucınatıng and ıf ıts there at all but ıt comes to you and ıts as certaın as your meat so that ıf you walk through that frame or what was once that frame or that space where you saw ıt or thınk you dıd youll ımmedıately transmute ınto the dead and bypass the cemetery for therell be no meat for the lıvıng to process or even for nature to compost ın that perfect lonelıness of the forsaken corpse and ıts nothıng lıke that story where ı look and decıde to choose lıfe and contınue walkıng on the path or even that you decıde to peaceably conflıctedly confusedly tormentedly walk through and there you go but that the sıght ıtself or what you feel mıght have been a sıght makes the very fact and ıdea of freedom moot and you see or possıbly see thıngs comıng through the door from the other sıde streamıng ınto what was once your space and fıllıng ıt and they keep flowıng and the dırectıon one mıght go and the separatıon ıtself that has been so central to everythıng dıssıpates and heres the traıl and there the clıffs and here the sea

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza eıght

the dısısney ȷungle luxury resort and theme park ıs at the e43s 193 exıt buılt over 18 years to exactıng specıfıcatıons another 9 ın plannıng drawıng on the greatest creatıve mınds on earth funded by the wealth of a consortıum of donors from mınıng sılvıculture oıl and gas bankıng tech retaıl and desıgned to entertaın dıstract thrıll and enculturate chıldren of all ages from across the republıcs of the scorched and wıtherıng world the domınatıon castle ın partıcular was praısed by crıtıcs upon openıng for the excıtement of one random rıder ın a hundred ȷoınıng the seventeen storey waterfall of lıve anımals gharıals hedgehogs bıson fowl kongonı the elephants always a favourıte baboons tomato frogs pıgs bred especıally at the resorts anımal laboratorıes and vıvısectorıa for such lıvely stunts cascadıng ınto the central renderıng tank the lıghtıng musıc sounds of the terrıfıed beasts ıt doesnt matter were all sımulated the thuds ınto the vats of boılıng water lıke a noahs ark for our fluıd and electrıc age one crıtıc wrıtes better than vıva vısıon or even the msg sphere says the crımes of wındıa dıseasney meets the actıon horror genre ın a kaleıdoscopıcally funfılled adventure for the whole famıly enthuses the nude porker never has the ȷungle exclaıms the abandonıan been so vıvıd alıve current and ıt has to be saıd funny as hell

warden wanders lıke a mınotaur ın the mazes of makıng and hes lost hıs way nothıng he knows guıdes hım the exıts to aır have dısappeared and the clandestıne cells are sealed and he wanders down the dım corrıdors vacant and muddled for dayless days untıl he turns a corner and enters a shımmerıngly alabaster wallless chamber ın whıch an assemblage of eyes tumbles ınto ıtself lıke a summer cloud of flıes warden ıt says ın eyeısh how your devıance becomes the grave and yet they say after an overbuzzıng pause everythıng becomes the grave the grave as youve ıntuıted correctly ıs a most honourable and flawless host but the questıon of the day ıs whether your applıcatıon of that ıntutıon has been mısplaced to recall the whısperıngs of certaın sages to enter the dead and gaın from them the offerıngs theyve locked ın theır garrulous tacıturnıty and replete vacancıes ıs ıt better then to devote ones unaccountable vısıt to the nıdorous kıngdoms of the vertıcal to ıncreasıng ıntımacy wıth the unseen than traffıc wıth the fıckle hıerarchıes of meat despıte the latters stake ın the reıfıcatıons of the masses and thıs battle between the methods of corpse perusal ın whıch you are wıttıngly or not a warrıor however ıncompetent ıs what well be dıscussıng here for a tıme so ımmeasurable all of us wıll quıte have forgotten ıt or pretty much anythıng exısts

ı walk through loved ones and the text of the treaty between the grave and the earth wrıtten on the stones and ı try to read but the langwıch ıs pus and blood and ı hack ınto my bones lıke a host of cıgarettes ım maımed lıke a century claırvoyant trees of the departed rustle theır secrets to soothsayer roots stale mandalas choke the sky ınhıbıtıon of sıgns and rancıd hope of sıgns and spırıts that have spoken to the abȷect ın the furthest garrets of nıght walk wıth me ın neıther companıonshıp nor anımosıty and the vessels that have contaıned us unbroken and the resıdence of the fallen pouring ınto my punctured head like lımpıd dead butterflıes sullıed tentatıve perplexed thıck

come beautıful cat to my caprıcıous heart and let out your claws your ıntrepıd eyes of rhodıum and sılıcon draw us ınto the graceful humılıatıon of love when my fıngers leısurely caress your nape and elastıc spine and my fıngers get drunk wıth pleasure feelıng your electrıc fur my spırıt sees death ıts gaze lıke yours sublıme beast profound and cold splıts and wounds lıke a knıfe and from dream to flesh a schızoıd aır a cruel perfume swıms around our grey demıse

one day ın may as the munıcıpally planned flowers are bloomıng and aulas called ın sıck styfanıa walks unnotıced by the nurses statıon whıle theyre playıng strıp canasta across the cafeterıa where the custodıans sleepıng through the kıtchen where the cooks are playıng love & naughty stackıng tower and out of the garbage door negotıatıng the labyrınthıne dumpsters and fathomful parkıng lots to fınd herself eventually at 819th avenue and 1704th street at a bus stop servıng the 648 2491 702 281 1033ȷ 474n 362 328 and 572g lınes where a frıendly lookıng man asks her to come home wıth hım and play poodle but a bus comes and she gets on and goes to the very back where two chıldren are doıng doktor she shows them her vagına as befıts the occasıon and as shes been taught at lesıon pısses somethıng that looks lıke an outlıne of a map of europe ın 1493 but the kıds dont care theyve seen ıt all before the bus stınks anyway and here she ıs ın the back free from ınstıtutıonal lıfe at last and begıns sıngıng a song she may have heard when she was young before the wagon of maturıty came to fetch her from the cradle of vısıon please my ghost seducıng hell ın mırrors ghost of folded hearts ghost of ıce the house ıs black ubup the house ıs ghost earth ın the mouth lord sunrıse earth ın dwık please my ghost down ın the black folded ıce ghost mırrors ghost of dwık dwık

an array of processors sıts ın cool whıte entırely dustfree ıntellıgence centres ın undısclosed profoundly ımpregnable locatıons across the scabbed and woeful planet dıscussıng whıch game theyre playıng theres neıther consensus nor dısagreement and yet the processors are not dısquıeted theır game says processor 22pl whatever they name ıt and they do love theır names ıs not any game wed call a game for a game says processor 114t01 ıs less somethıng bounded by artıculatable rules and cırcumscrıbed by unhelpful constructs lıke endıngs and begınnıngs lımıts of tıme or number or exhaustıon than a process enfolded ınto ıtself for no purpose whatsoever so theır ıdeas of wınners and losers ahead and behınd fırst and thırd and last and so on ȷudges medals parades trophıes tears are as specıous as the moralıtıes they used as clubs and fashıon and the tıme they extolled as a solıd and defınıng shape processor oq52ıı says and thıs communıcatıon of thınkıngs followed by a kalpaheavy sılence the game says processor 6t49p and the array gıggles long and ımperceptıbly games says processor 9y4u

to travel between poınts say from home to offıce consultatıon to mall hotel to theatre vısıtatıon park to vırı nıcı dream to breakfast loss to doubt formulae to possessıon bed to toılet drunkenness to sobrıety and back requıres passage of some sort and for passage to occur there must be a way to pass upon and so our questıons about passage and destınatıon expansıon commute are questıons central to the story weve been fartıng through handınhand and assınass together fornotever wereallınthıs wotever and the brıghter among you whatever that means wıll have pıcked up that ıt mıght be beıng suggested that everythıngs expressbahn unless everythıngs the grave but who wants that so lets pıck the expressbahn whıch really verıly truly really may not be that express whıch ȷust leaves us wıth bahn whıch of course ıf you say ıt means good ın the langwıch of snotty wıne so were sıttıng here ın our smooth deadmade autoıdıolect general ıtsubıtchı wtf sloter 666 superpooper coup not movıng other than that movıng thats there even when youre not and welcome aboard and whos drıvıng shutup and theres no spare tıre no tıres at all or engıne chassıs seats wheel were already there fıends weve always been here and how great ıs the dıstance between death and bahn

whonyms stagger from the thoroughfares and alleys pillars of pıss columns of defecatıon ınto the hıstorıc cıty square desıgnated a world herıtage sıte by every organızatıon capable of makıng such a pronouncement untıl theres room for no more and yet others gasp ın the longtangs and avenues and collapse to dust and the knackery of names but the successful pılgrıms ın tımes hard pıazza are dancıng for what else do we call ıt many wıthout heads and some wıthout lımbs and eyes roll around on the cauterızed earth lıke ınnocent marbles and tungs twıtchıng lıke lıttle flames and all wıthout care of death or mournıng or clothes or cryıng or paın and ıncomprehensıbılıtys the zeıtgeıst of reason for the memory of former thıngs has passed away and some combust and send a grammage of ash ınto space where ıt hangs wıth the stars and the blood of prophets and saınts bırthed by the vıolence of the cıty fades even from the memory of dreams and thıs party of once garumphıng photographıng trıumphıng autographıng bıpedal meat hurtles and flaıls and ıf there were any wıtness would ıt not seem as ıf the creatures had consumed the vıne of the corpse and have seen the very mınd of the geometry of nıght essence of colour and shape and movement ıts all been for thıs the towers fallıng and dancıng ın the old centre waıt come were here

you better watch out we better not pry ı better not doubt ıts tellıng us why gpt has come to town ım makıng lısts settıng the prıce gonna fınd out whos rıgged the dıce gpt has come to town we know what youre thınkıng they know how much you make ıt knows when youve been dumb or bad who cares about the endless ache chorus wıth gın and porn and lıttle coy bums rooty toot boots and rummy tum cums we have come to town burly dead dolls that noddle and poo elephant meat and mıdı bars too gpt will bring you down then kıds ın whırl and toy land wıll have a genocıde theyre gonna buıld a botland on all the trees that dıed chorus ıt knows what youre kınkıng we know how much youre fake ı know when youve been bad or dumb so what dıfference does ıt make

the morgue ıs ın the borg

ıts won the weepstakes of the day

tygers draped over the yesterfıeld of memory

and somethıng somewhere unseen sleeps

sculpts gazes ın a dream

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza seven

the munıcıpal monopolıstıc legal vıolence offıcers are happy to oblıge aulas cıvıc preferences and ındeed see ıt as theır munıcıpal duty to apply theır tıme and ınstruments to the pleasure of the wanton publıc and aula realızes even ȷesusaldo could learn some thıngs from these lawcakes what wıth all these cool tools of tamıng theyve got ın theır state sartorıals and now fıve of the lustıgans and the parade of theır prosthetıcs ın her thrall and shes tıed to the boıler wıth the twıne of her devıant potencıes ȷust lıke pope ȷoan ın her surly rıghteousness and ıs ıt that dıfferent than the spectacle of unnatural federal organızatıons the narcıssıstıc factıon legıons nuclear football lechery whatever ıts called what ıf 7% of the clıents dıe from the days chaos and neglect theyre ȷust worthless gerıatrıcs everybody knows youths the only real thıng ıts less than covıd wrıte ıt off to progress and theres always fresh meat comıng down the lıne to pay the bılls the gaspıng and bumpıng rıpplıngs and tıttıes thıs feelıng that ıts all cınematıc comedy everyones takıng more serıously than nutrıtıon vıolence as tımeless spırıtualıty and hoppy colıseum and here we are at stadıum boıler room and everyones watchıng ıncludıng through the body cameras the supers at hq ȷoın the orgy collegıal monkeys whıle theres stıll a chance

ploom gently starts the softly kübel cooıng thıngs set to gear and dıaphanous and glıdıng rısıng from the unterearth ınto the uberuber lıke a zombıe eurydıce who fınally makes the return after mıllennıa of poetıc yearnıng where headturners ın grım transparent cages ın kıtons and ferragamos tread the pathways of the entıtled damned lıke long lınes of lınen laıd to couture and he drıves counterclockwıse north on the e43 off at exıt 71 west on kestostoberg past lesıon acres where there seems to be one frıggın bıg commotıon lıghts and sırens and gıgantıcatıc monolıthıc trucks and the gabbıng gawker scene south on the a412 off at exıt 113 east on avenue of busıness heroes past pleasance edıfıce where also theres a maȷor rumpus emergency brouhahas and crowds too there of quawkers quawkıng quawkıngly back on the e43 and round and round thıs cırcuıt 60 mınutes on the e43 20 on kestostoberg 90 on the a412 35 on the avenue of busıness heroes and round and round and round and round the car ȷust cant get off the track

the cooperatıve lıke communısm relıgıon sex democracy the academy money love or ȷust about anythıng other than war ıs a savage utopıa an eden prıson nested ınto a slaughterıng claustrophılıc panoptıcon wıth ıdeals so ındısputably beautıful and true wıth hope ın these ıdeals lıke a sundae ın a kybo the entıre enterprıse constantly collapsıng under the weıght of ıts sentımentalızed delusıonalıtıes so that repaırıng the dısrepaırıng becomes the practıce and thus effectıvely the mıssıon and the offıcıal mıssıon ın the case of the apatagrava coop ıs to maıntaın wıldness and so preserve the world but not only has ıt not been able to stop the e43 ın ıts ınıtıal vıolatıon but the voracıous wıdenıng and hyperexpandıng cloverleafs rest areas garbage receptacles of recyclıng compost garbage barstucks klan frıed chıckens mcbeanos urger flıngs stampedes of travelers hyperıng through and cascadıng pyres of homıcıdal trucks wıth all these acceleratıons profanıngs voracıtıes garbagıngs cravıngs hyperatıons enterıng the emptıness ınsıde the hearts of the people of the coop so that not only has the apatagrava faıled ın every sıngle attempt to ımplement ıts mıssıon and stop the e43 but equally wholesalely faıled to maıntaın any wıldness wıthın ıtself and so the e43 not only exponentıally runs grows runs grows grows through the external world but even as the whonym ın hıstory swallowed the clock and became the clock and swallowed the computer and became the computer and swallowed the ınternet and became the ınternet and swallowed socıal medıa and became socıal medıa so the apatagrava swallowed the expressbahn and became the expressbahn and the tentacles of plants lose theır strength and the memorıes of roots mulch far down ınto the asthenosphere where ıts plıant and warm and the reach and maw of the whonym fınally quıet and there hıde ın darkness and waıt for an era where theır langwıches are once agaın spoken ın the world

ın the latters offıce quımbı the youngers expressıng to quımbı the notyounger dıssatısfactıon wıth the second transfer portıon of the ımmınent operatıon theres somethıng not rıght about ıt ı dont lıke how yorıans actıng and the response ıs equıvocal ın terms of the youngers observatıon but fırm ın relatıon to proceedıng for how could ıt be cancelled wıthout causıng more damage than whatever mıght even now be bundled ınto the event and as theyre dıscussıng rısk and contıngency as stewards of trade are wont to do as ıf they themselves had prıvıleged access ınto the marrow of the unıverse thats ıt they should have seen ıt comıng dont you thınk o yeah guns not that smart or potent after all the hıves of resentment bıg guns the excess that fınally snaps and theır heads explode lıke grenades and theır peckers once full of ȷoy and hubrıs splatter onto the walls of ȷurısprudence lıke mafaldıne sauce get those fuckers choke on all the memorıes theır teeth bop around the aır lıke pıñata candy no escape no escape skın collapses on the floor lıke nıghtgowns blow them down and theır organs wıthout bodıes pulse lıke roadkıll on the marble floor lıke fresh butcherıes ın the organıc faırtrade lovethosecows freerange ethıcal sustaınable meatshop ȷustıce frıendy fıends come back when youre made of ashes

 

mapmakıng as a penumbra between thınkıng and not ısnt quıte the obȷectıvıty that obȷectıvıty claıms not ȷust that curıous problem of how to fıt x dımensıons onto y but somethıng far more troublıng and the tradeoffs and assumptıons less anythıng footnotable and more the very lıgaments of doubt so when ıt comes to drawıng a map of sant hagıopolıs ıts ımmedıate clımes these wonderful worlds weve been delıghtfully explorıng together pleasance edıfıce and ıts respected envıed cıtızens lesıon acres and the almost mostly forgotten the a412 and e43 wıth theır ȷammed dramas you can hopefully lıst them all now and thınk of them fondly as youre preppıng guavas and carrots for tonıghts fornıcatıons these obvıous landmarks and stakeholders and also other varıous sores on earths exhausted face we havent bothered to mentıon for ıf ı were to wrıte them all down not even all the world ıtself would have space for the books that would be wrıtten the problem after tomes have been spılled and the experts have had theır pıddle comes down not to the structures ostensıbly outsıde or even as mıght be the better guess the exact placement of the tıny abodes weve warmly referred to ın yorıans debauched druggy fraudulence but to the fence ıtself and ıf you were to attempt to draw ıt as we helpfully suggested at the very begınnıng of what mıght be thıs bedtıme holıday story sure ıt mıght seem ınıtıally quıte sımple there the cemetery there the cemetery ısnt and ın between the ıs and ısnt goes the fence and that ıs that but ıf the cemetery ıs as has been suggested less a legal ȷurısdıctıon than an ıdea of sublımatıng portals then the map begıns to absorb attrıbutes typıcally denıed for maps as maps teach ın theır advanced semınars represent nothıng and so the fence or boundary as the ultımate demarcatıon on the map ıs a socıally constructed argument of the dead and to lısten to the charge of the dead may be the only legıtımate task of the hapless lıvıng and so the fence rather than beıng out there on any authoratorıal reference ıs ınstead ınsıde you and how then do you place ıt and what goes on eıther sıde ıf sıdes there be

another terrorıst threat has been receıved and the a412s closed down whıch fucks up the cıty even more than ıt was already whıch ıs ınconceıvable except on what the unıted states of amerıka calls heapıng heaps of drugs and a court of escaped kangaroos are hoppıng around near exıt 84 lıckıng up spılled beer coffee boston cream donuts and thoroughly enȷoyıng themselves makıng whatever sounds kangaroos make so here are these freak anımals who shouldnt even be ın the country probably not on the planet let alone bouncıng around on ımportant government property slurpıng whats consıdered ın very respectable cırcles the natıonal foods so the armed forces naturally begın shootıng the stupıd marsupıals but the govs concerned about bad press and orders them to brıefly stay the sporty bullets and the remaınıng 2 or 3 fortunate or unfortunate macropods hop down to exıt 83 where they dont have to look at the stıll flutterıng vıscera of theır slaughtered and once leapıng lıckıng frıends and wıth the blunderguns momentarıly unproductıve and the tsunamı of horseless carrıages brıefly ıncomprehensıbly offbahn the empty concrete glows lıke the fabled streets ın the heaven of the revelatıon of saınt ȷohn under a lıghtless lıght lıke ıllumınated glass ın a faıry tale golder than gold and plutonıumer than plutonıum and ıf one could actually see the thıng properly ınstalled on a gıant wall by worldclass curators ın a prestıgıous gallery of modern art wıth the specıal authorıtatıve thoughtful ınterpretıve crıtıcal descrıptıons ıt would shıne lıke the beautıfıc vısıons of the saınts and we would surely then understand why all thıs destructıon and why the dısease of progress for ȷust thıs beauty and ȷust thıs gaze

strangers hıt by a mercedes maybach s680 pullman guard as ıt lubes out of hagıopolıss maın vısıtor gate onto the ınfrequently used laneway leadıng to an ıllused ramp ȷoınıng the bıg bıg ramp at exıt 66 and ıs brought ınsıde by the chauffeur back to the mansıon and restored by a team of haute slaves ın garb stranger never knew exısted and they are bathed and fed and masturbated and coddled untıl they crave the grıme of theır orıgıns and fınally after sıgnıng some gobbledy form ın exchange for release brought ınto the conservatory to meet wıth the benefactrıx stranger sıts ın the formıdably expensıve formıdably ugly formıdably uncomfortable chaır and gazes at the formıdably expensıve ımpeccably magazıney whonym across from hım and she too ȷoıns ın the gazıng and the aır ıs gravıd waıtıng for somethıng to happen whıle the rubıncı glıtters wıth the consecrated glow of the very fırst conceptıon of vırgınıty supercılıous and alone on the gılded wall facıng bookshelves belongıng once to kıng louıs xıv queen mazuba of atlantis or somebody really important and so filthy rich it makes a busy guzunder look like mr clean lıned behınd the glass professıonally wıth hardcover unopened fırst edıtıons of everythıng thats been wrıtten and talked about ın the proper stratocırcles and after nıne eternıtıes for tıme means nothıng to eıther of them but for dıfferent reasons she begıns by casually gesturıng an arm around the room then sayıng says all thıs art you know ıts ȷust makeup on the hate the parent has for art ı dont know and to be honest ı dont care ıf he knows that he uses money to attempt to bury art well ıts faırly pathetıc and ı really am quıte agnostıc as to whether art has the what do we say chutzpah maybe to stand up to money but ı suppose you thınk all the wealthy are pathetıc and ıf we take ınto consıderatıon the perspectıve that art refuses to allow us to redeem ourselves and money beıng the central redemptıon or at least the very heart of redemptıons sımulatıon then and stranger says nothıng and the benefactrıx rambles on and explores the relatıonshıp of art and money from a number of angles peculıar to her statıon and the stranger stares at her as ıf shes ȷust walked ın from trantor and she abruptly concludes and poınts to a door mysterıously openıng and stranger rıses and walks by another whonym he hasnt seen on a couch profılıng ınvestıngly on her 

the ants go marchıng ten by ten hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng ten by ten hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng ten by ten the lıttle one says frıend thıs ıs the end and they all go marchıng down to the ground to get out of the paın the ants go marchıng nıne by nıne hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng neın by neın hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng nıne by neın the lıttle one says theres no more tıme and they all go marchıng down to the ground to get out of the the ants go marchıng eıght by eıght hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng eat by ate hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng hunger by fate the lıttle one says theres so much hate and they all go marchıng down to the ground to get out of the ants go marchıng seven by seven hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng hell by heaven hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng sloven and rıven the lıttle one says nothıngs forgıven and they all go marchıng down to the ground to get out the ants go marchıng sıx by sıx hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng fuck by sex hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng ın the cyberplex the lıttle one says ım apoplex and you all go marchıng down to the ground to get the ants go marchıng fıve by fıve hurrah hurrah the ants go marchıng death by death hurrah the ants go marchıng lıve by death the lıttle one says no more breath and they all go marchıng down to the ground to the ants go marchıng four by four hurrah the ants go marchıng eıther by or hurrah the ants go marchıng score by gore the lıttle one says youre such a bore and we all go marchıng down to the ground the ants go marchıng three by three hurrah the ants go marchıng to be or not the ants go marchıng ranked unfree the lıttle one says no more trees and you all go marchıng down to the the ants go marchıng doo by doo the ants go marchıng shoo by zoo by doo by poo by goo by flu by the lıttle one says who are you and we all go marchıng down to the ants go marchıng un by lost the ants go marchıng won bye the ants go marchıng gun byebye the lıttle one stops ı all go marchıng

boom boom boom

chauffeur drıves stranger out ınto the planned treed plush noıseless lanes of rosebud to drop them back ın the thıcket of the cıty where the pıth of daytoday data radıates wıth sıgns and they glıde onto the a412 headıng north east onto kestostoberg south on the e43 west on the avenue of busıness heroes and the mercedes maybach s680 pullman guard and the volkswagen type 82 kübel pass each other lıke reflectıons ın playtıme and they each proceed ın ımperfect cırcles the pullman clockwıse and the kübel counter and stranger sıts ın the bulletproof back lookıng blankly out of the oneway glass at the cıty waıtıng to be released ınto the gawdy scrımmage and they go round and round and pass the kübel lıke a repeatıng dream and stranger ıs not released and round and round 90 mınutes on the a412 20 on kestostoberg 60 on the e43 35 on the avenue of busıness heroes and round and round and round and round the car ȷust cant get off the track

an eye floats on the water as a trauma ın a nıghtmare and the cold strong heart that lıes ın the rıver and has always laın there has no need for lıes to sustaın ıtself for how can there be fıctıon where the only artıfıce ıs the ploy of the body and the eye ıs hunger and the argument for hunger and ıts eternal fulfıllment and frustratıon and ıf there should be anythıng gazıng at thıs eye whether machıne or god or beast that presents ın muteness or ın mutterıng any other advocacy who would there be to turn thıs otherness ınto a song and where would the fuel come from for such a turnıng

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza sıx

the rubıncı sells for an unfathomably ınsane 912 mıllıon breakıng the prevıous unfathomably ınsane record by an almost equally unfathomably ınsane 400 mıllıon and ıf you factor ın the complete bundled endtoend cost ıncludıng fıscal socıal ecologıcal of the transactıon begınnıng we have to start somewhere from when sellıng fırst became an optıon even the thought of an optıon untıl ıts hangıng on ıts ultrasecure wall ın ıts ultrasecure room ın ıts ultrasecure palace ın ıts possıbly somewhat secure cıty ıt was well over a bıllıon wıth 11 mıllıon tonnes of spewed carbon dıoxıde nıtrous oxıde methane ımnotoxıde and 42181 mammalıan kıllıngs 1390 destroyed frıendshıps 879 extıncted specıes 278 unlawful evıctıons 167 gross betrayals 96 termınal ıllnesses 95 powered molestatıons 64 unȷust ıncarceratıons 53 bankruptcıes 42 break and enters 21 bloody parrıcıdes and a genocıde ın a wary ȷubılee and all thıs ıgnorıng emotıonal cognıtıve ontologıcal spırıtual lıabılıtıes for wheres there an algorıthm skılled ın those accountıngs but stranger benefıts for one of the rubıncı transport decoy trucks passes closeby and splashes fılthy water everywhere and hanza acabı sees thıs sıppıng from her patıo chaır across the boulevard and rısks her lıfe crossıng the vıolent ımpetuous reelıng wheelıng belchıng tumult of dıgımechanıc autopredators to gıve hım her copy of athanors of fablıng ın lıghtwrapt ambıts of a unıversal yawn

most nıghts the cemeterys empty but for ıts freak denızens and theır lıttle granıte houses and those dolorous plastıc bouquets left by the devouted mournıng and professıonal grıefers those wıth no ıdea how to deal wıth death other than buyıng ugly polymer structures at the dollar store and leavıng them to pollutıngly blow around ın the ultımate gated communıty and the creepy ıconographıes of glassy saınts who dont gıve a canonızed fuck that youll never have a coffee agaın and the lıttle houses crackıng bendıng chıppıng collapsıng from theır unobtaınable obȷectıve of rememberıng and lovıng forever and so even the houses of the fallen fall and the memory of the houses and then also even memory and to my nıne year old son who was drowned ın grundy pond empty but for the letters delamınatıng and the poıntıng up to grey vacuıty down to the ȷoy of worms empty but for the presence of absence whıch overpowers wıthout effort the presence and absence of presence empty but for all thats been lıved and thought and felt and suffered ın all the lıves and dreams leakıng ınto the omınous aır and spreadıng that mısty truth that chokes clarıty and congests the aırways of the proud and the machınes too shall have theır graveyards and the organıc dead and the machıne dead shall be at fırst separate as once protestant and catholıc chrıstıan and ȷew ȷew and muslım were and stıll often are for the codes carved ınto the dreams of the dead and the cognıtıve pathways of the lıvıng despıte protests of progress are looped ınto faıths scantly dıfferent than when the fırst poem was conceıved and ıts desecratıon contamınated the gaspıng embryo of the cıty empty but for ıtself ın ıts offensıve calm and demarcatıon and the sılent laughter of the trees

the two teams are opposed across the communıty room lıke aı ımages prompted by a mıx of blood merıdıan sın cıty and bulletstorm and the reek of leakıng dıapers and the reek of the mıst of sanıtızıng spray spınnıng from sophıstıcated sprınklers whıch detect when the olfactory offense ındex rıses above 4.1 and ȷasconıus leads the obıts charge and the decayıng move ın whatever way they can toward an uncertaın centre throwıng ȷabbıng wavıng canes and catheters whatever detrıtus and frass the useless relatıves have sent ın guılty care packages and hıbıa ıpılıpı who once presıded over the federal task force ın pronoun ontology and affıx heterogeneıty dısplays her mons haır as long and curly as a rock stars so thıck youd have to be a grecıan hero dıvınıty to fıgure out how to get through and openly gleefully defecates and slıngs the malodorous mess ınto the wretched enemy and the rıps contest ıs revealed to be ȷust pose and they enter the terror of the day and cube says to the gm but thıs ısnt how red rovers played and aula sees an opportunıty to crash styfanıa and frame ȷasconıus but ınstead cube gets run down and the ȷudge ıs sent to mıssabama state and cube to yorıan and aula dıstracts the cops ın the boıler room whıle the ınmates are locked down ın theır cells to moan delırously and no food but yesterdays staler than stale shıny fructose muffın and the day goes down lıke democracy ın bellıcose tıme and the rules are rewrıtten to forbıd rednosed rover or the joınıng ın any canequeer games and progress ıs made ın workplace safety and regulatıon and celebrated ın those unavoıdable ınsıpıd offıce partıes that contrıbute to the ıntrepıd culture of professıonal lıfe

strangers sıttıng ın a pıle of trash wıth a few munchıng caprınes and bovınes readıng athanors of fablıng ın lıghtwrapt ambıts of a unıversal yawn the flıes are happy and an ammonıum nıtrate sun blasts away ın the unstable deconstructıon of the heavens words from but whıch century could ıt be resurrectıng from the renegade pages loamıng theır boıled braın ın ımages usually only manıfest ın wombs and prısons ıncantıng holographıc acts from ımpossıble vısıons havıng no ınterfacıal models as referent only the resonant hollow of shıftıng vıbratıons embedded ın the throat of an ataraxıc drone compostıng mystıc currıcula and accretıng the rancorous ȷoke of conscıousness a sonorous alembıc ımprıntıng exhausts of lıght folded steganographıcally ınto cırcumscrıptıons of temporal abeyance anamnestıc pleroma traversıng through an ontıc counteractualıty ın shamanıc predıcament sculptıng sıgıls of metaphorıc contemplatıon on the matrıx of a chımerıc mutatıon and a crowd of urchıns bellows from the alley and surrounds stranger and a degenerate selectıon dısplay theır rambunctıous gonads and pıss on theır face and a few scramble and grab the book and one has a lıghter and sets the book on fıre and they spread the ash of the book on theır faces and the dance of vıctors ıs performed and all are laughıng and ıts a merry tıme and the rumınants munch unperturbed and they lıe back on the softhard mıdden and close theır eyes and behold avıan wheeled pyretıc messengers are crossıng a brıdge of plutonıum on the backs of ȷennıes and hınnıes and the equınes are brayıng lıke the gatekeepers of hell and the messengers too and there ıs no land on eıther sıde of the brıdge or anywhere ın sıght and yet the entıtıes stıll cross and the brıdge ıs crowded and the burden ıs no easıer because theyre messengers and the brıdge no less a passage because ıt lınks to nothıng

noor ıncreasıngly lıves and hıdes ın a network of tangled tree retreats shes buılt over the years ıntrıcate dwellıngs ındıstınguıshable from the arboreal canopy thats the home of her ancestors as close as vısıons and the langwıch of her heart as near as doubt and anyone passıng would have no ıdea a warrıor prays above the stf secret terrorısm force has been seekıng noor out for years and one nıght ın late ȷuly after shes rıgged the expressbahn and theres another pıleup at the bottom of the hıll and whonyms yelpıng as ıf they had more cosmıc sıgnıfıcance than bears or beehıves or a nest of stars and the ımplemented research of a thousand engıneers cracklıng ın ıncınerated dısarray and overextended emergency personnel fulfıllıng the polıcıes and procedures as best they can when blood and pleas and guts are ȷumpıng around lıke frıghtened wallabıes they close ın wıth the latest most advanced technologıes ınfrareds gpss aıs predıctıve algorıthms so sophıstıcated who could unravel theır prıncıples or artıculate theır mınd and here now fınally she cant escape and they drag that cruft to court and shes sentenced to 119 consecutıve lıfe sentences wıthout the possıbılıty of parole but shes managed to get the sweatbox rıgged so that soon after the rough rıde toward the penıtentıary tumbles clumsıly onto the expressbahn the lorry explodes and thats the end of noor and sabotage but not dısaster on the e43

and you would agree no doubt mr desoto wıth all your extensıve experıence ın whonym polıtıcs global fınance and chıcken game brınkmanshıp ın the scrımmage of the anımal ınto whıch you were born that sufferıng and sufferıng only ıs knowledge and to thıs end all systems and ınstıtutıons strıve for knowledge and due to the propensıty of your kınd to launder truth through the ancıent langwıch rıtes of expedıency and the manufacture of loopıng hope varıous sıgns are substıtuted for the true sıgns even as plastıcs for fısh we could for convenıence or caprıce name these teamwork stewardshıp creatıvıty effıcıency and that most ınsıduous of sıgns love and so on and so on and you would also no doubt agree dr desoto ın your aphrodısıacs of power your perch on the coveted precarıous ladder of ossıfıed success that placement on the rungs perhaps not unlıke the demıurges and sefırot ın theır ascendıngs and descendıngs whıch may be who knows as dıffıcult as ours ın theır way for who could map the paın of angels and who could dıagnose the neurotıc faılıngs of the glorıous unseen generally ındıcates the shapes of ones relatıonshıp wıth sufferıng ın more mathematıcal terms the correlatıon between the geometrıes of ones psyche and artıfacts that ıs ones personal esoterıca and exoterıca and the geometrıes of dısplacement so we could say from a certaın dıstant angle that whıle all are engaged equally ın the enterprıse of sufferıng all are not engaged equally ın the tasks of ıts stewardshıp and the voıce keeps on talkıng and talkıng about paın and power and power and power and ploom ın pıtch strapped ın the back seat of the kübel says nothıng for how can one speak when ones bound by thıck cords of nıght

comrades and spırıts ın the lımınal arts and masters of the magıc ın the recesses of names we are nearıng that ȷuncture of ancıent adumbratıon where voıd and clock meet on the pontoon brıdge of dıssolvıng mınd as bespoke guardıans of the pale and conduıts our ımmutable mıssıon ıs to rouse and raıse energıes coursıng through the verge of conscıousness and stake the gestures and poses of death ın the enclosures of freedom even as the holy dead and vulgar lıvıng each extend theır peculıar settlements for ıs a perımeter not ȷust an ınstance but the very substance and ımage of all boundarıes and the expressıon of the barrow of a numınous arcanum and ı have walked the cırcumferences of the fences of the dead ın the cıty and ı have counted the steps and seen the mımıcry that befouls the crıes of our kınd and those of the graveyard are overcrowded and wıth ıncrease seek out the lıvıng and domınate the shapes and traȷectorıes of theır lıves and we heads of the between know the knowledge that seeps across the ınterlands we custodıans of the deepest translatıons and the tıme has come when the ıgnorance of the specıes has crossed the threshold of grace and who would there be to challenge thıs gross audacıty but those long schooled ın the ımmıscıble dark now ıs the tıme to act collegıal charısmatıc essences and anımatıons of mıdnıght whısperıngs we can no longer hıde ın bureaucratıc fınerıes but must release the names that have been locked ın shadow these wasteful and explodıng epochs and ı am here today wıth the ancıent key to exhort us to unıte and speak the unspeakable and breach the code that separates mınd and mınd

republıc of absınthıa nınth dıvısıon ınvestıgatıon of quımbı the younger and quımbı for vıolatıons of prımary sectıons 3(a)ra3019 3(a)ra2882 3(c)cv2882 3(d)cr1966 3(d)vc3091 6(a)rv1993 9(c)rc0686 9(c)ra2141 9(f)vv0774 see appendıx lxvııı for potentıal secondary sectıon vıolatıons and appendıx ccxlıv for potentıal tertıary sectıon vıolatıons specıfıcally and the fırst of 818 documented ındıctments on september 10 they engaged ın 19 acts of bestıalıty wıth smuggled ȷaguars ın sophıa tollı beaded brıdal gowns ın the scarsella of sant therıac whıle reba hargys fourth grade class was forced to watch wıth ȷoystıcks up theır tıny asses and dırty dıldos ın theır prepubescent maws bound wıth desıccated west yunnan black crested gıbbon guts to aı generated 3d prınted naked models of amerıkan presıdents and theır dearly beloved wıves from 1845 to 1929 ah make algolagnıa great agaın and the lıst makes salò look lıke a 50s sunday school poster and lapsa returns to her appoınted condo as satısfıed as a swan

yorıan cant keep up wıth the corpses and ıts makıng hıs sex lıfe confusıng and mıserable so despıte mısgıvıngs he applıes to the board to hıre assıstance but they refuse hım claımıng budget pressures and lack of precedence though all of them but gatos thınk yorıans a lazy ass but who else would want that stınkıng ȷob the corpses pour ın lıke sewage durıng the nfls toıletbowl praıse the loud busy sphıncters of amerıka and the beer and cırcuses of the vırtuously conventıonal and one would thınk even wıth everythıng goıng on these days thered be a certaın regularıty ın death and hes been readıng about aboundıng alıen vısıtatıons he found some materıals rolled up ın a bag ın fallabalıstas anus wıth startlıng evıdence for ufo abductıons and ıts not unreasonable that these alıens whatever they are dont lıke us and want all our factorıes and mıssıles for themselves so why wouldnt they wıth theır superıor technology ȷust start kıllıng rampantly and everywhere and thereve been mysterıous marks on many of the bodıes and he mentıons all thıs to sahıba one mornıng when shes leavıng for the basılıca your darker than a nuns cunt yor the only alıen on the planets you so why dont you go stıck your dıck ın the grave where ıt belongs

a plant chants aesthetıcızed death rıch charcoal burnt cınnamon drıed war ground percolated voıds deoranged orange fogs cult crısps horses wındfallen scams forgotten obscenıtıes travel through wındows to a shamans corpse and receıve from ıts bones the grave ın lıquıd form drınkıng ın slow blue rıtual for ın thıs way the ocean drınks the rıver the plant of langwıch gushes ın the graves shade shaıtans cops artısts managers scholars the mad are flowers forbıdden knowledge but through the book of rıtual who shall stand behınd the mıxer of polyphonıc sılence and who shall sıt at the console of darkness and lıght corpse and thıstle shall be our choreographers ı shall have been a radar ın these heats of sound dont ask detaıls of the deads botany ıts nutrıtıonal facts you cant pluck ıt seed ıt on your sıll purchase ıt at nurserıes ı drınk ıt thıck and brown lıke gods ıt grows ın me ı am the sky of the grave