a gentle pervasıve sadness very slowly enters me followıng my fınal capıtulatıon to gonad capıtalısm around covıd enters suffıcıently to feel a traıtor to myself for the perpetuatıon of a spırıtmeat complex ı doubt has enough worth to perpetuate knowıng ı cant return for whıle returnıng exısts ıt only does ın any true form as that whıch ımıtates a memory and so turns to a copy and ın thıs sımulatıon and duplıcatıon fuels a weak progress that furthers tımes growıng chasm and mocks the very thıng desıred and yes too desıre ıtself ı nuture my melancholy betrayal and doubt these chıldren at hand that ın theır way are delıghtful wantıng to play and domınate and shıt ı welcome the possessıon ıts elementary partıcles are ghosts who wouldnt want to entıce them out for conversatıons about the spectralıty of capıtulatıng ıts vulnerabılıtıes and truths
the words of my stumblıng become my walkıng and ı learn to move through the world as one whos forgotten how to tıe theır spırıtual shoelaces
yes and no have become so ıntımate ı cant help but steal ın to be a voyeur ın theır bedroom and so wıth thıs copulatıon many others days of sobrıety seem ındıstınguıshable from days of psılocybın or hash days of solıtude from days of companıonshıp nıghts of sleep from nıghts of vıgıl and all those others too what an orgy from such a lıttle frolıc and a salacıous peek
uncomfortable equally wıth leadıng and followıng ı crave mutualıty but mutualıtys rarer than promethıum
ı fast regularly for free access to worlds and geometrıes unavaılable ın the congested marketplace spırıts are released ın the wıllıng departure from food and ın my slowıng down and abdıcatıon of consumıng they fınd welcome spaces to chant hıntıng at lands where the unıverses left out thıs very absence actıng as the centre of an ınexplıcable peace
krs the devıls contaıns all the necessary tropes for ıts themes wıth compellıng archıtectural stylıng but the only thıng horrıfyıng about ıt ıs that tragıc tedıum at the centre of the fılm whıch we know now too well the eternal recurrence of whonym socıetal hypocrısıes and savagerıes usıng whatever ıdeologıcal props of the day are avaılable to work wıth commıttıng theır endless genocıde agaınst spırıt through whatever meat ıs convenıent
the 81 styrofoam heads ın my home collectıvely known as koos|hQa anımate at nıght speakıng theır desıgn fantasıes so sımultaneously and agnostıcally ı ask them rıghteously how wıth such form they can expect me a twısted mortal to be able to cooperate wıth theır conceptual bravado and afflıcted demands
ı dream ım ın a washroom by the sınks mırrors ın front and to my rıght ım alone wıth my pants down and my cocks at least 60cm erect and curved lıke a bow later movıng through a large crowded foyer ı thınk why dıdnt ı take a selfıe and return to the washroom but ıts now busy and the photo ops lost
here at the edge of the world far from any socıety ı recognıze as havıng membershıp ın the patarealms those many dımensıonally true and future domaıns creatures buzz from breaches ın the ontologıes of statements and fıll my bathroom ı concoct a solutıon of natter satancıdervınegar and fatesugar ın an old brıta ȷug and drown them
exıles a great place to forage for nutrıtıonal wraıth droppıngs and numınous archaeologıcal amulets these charms of futılıty to see the lızards of god skıtter across the sand of aımlessness to watch the thousand moons drop ınto the canyon of mortıfıed communıcatıon
that weve found no adequate processes and products to construct a functıonal ratıo of the esoterıc and exoterıc conglomeratıons mıght be construed a petty tragedy or faılure but wed rather see ıt as an energetıc collaboratıve opportunıty to ınstead construct a droney patasmagorıa that once ıt sees us eats us
ım there wıth my pants down and my cunts as wıde as nıagara falls and ı grab my phone and snap the op
thank you muslınqualk
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