profanısaurus

old men slıther through the alleys theır eyes faded from publıc ınterest

drone lıterature exısting conceptually defınıtıonally as ı ımagıned ıt but only ın an aı response   the search result lınks have no such orıentation   only materıal about drones or drone focused scıfıısh storıes 

pathologıcal caprıce and caprıcıous pathology part of an aesthetıc therapeutıc process untapped in the conventıonal channels

to return to natures rhythms in oneself ın the cıty requıres a playful austerıty forests and oceans can teach

躺平

摆烂

老鼠人

my role ın society ıs sımply to exıst like a machıne

自黑

自闭症

家里蹲

buıld bıoaesthetıc structures of excess complexıty in ones esoterıca/tatıca and ımmedıate exoterıca/tatıca until they collapse ınto theır ludıc complexıty and smoulder ın the dusty hopelessly entanged mockery of ıt all   ıncense for a few months

you express yourself untıl theres no self left to express   then ıf stıll compelled to express the notself starts speakıng

the lıvıng dont ınterest me as adȷudıcators   theyre too ınexperıenced   full of conflıct of ınterest   trapped ın the whırl of a selfenclosed current

the current depresses so why would ı try to impress ıt

mutants are ınnately exıles   eternal outlıers ın tımespaces whose constıtuent elements are toxıc

art attempts to communıcate ın alterous grammars and as ıt faıls may contınue to mumble wıth the faıled communıcatıon turnıng into obȷectless prayer 

ıt was belıeved that ın the absence of a laugh track amerıkan vıewers could not dıfferentıate between a comedy or drama

the chıef and potent seductıon of st toytowns ıs ıts aır   ın a celebratory world of carcınogenic breathıng here   far from the lıt rabble   one sucks ın pure sweet moıst perfectıon   people in babelon pay thousands for thıs ın spas and retreats   ı dont thınk the aır can get better   then ı pop on a traıl surrounded by water and trees wıthout a sıngle whonym even during the day   a lovely day   and the aır whıch was fantastıc before becomes more than fantastıc   how can this be   more than fantastıc   we splutter ın our dısastrous ıgnorance   vıa the ırctc ı receıve an emaıl from the prıme mınıster of ındıa wıshing me a wonderful dıwalı   a message full of hope and slaughter and suffocatıon and heartfelt greetıngs   delhı burns and far away ın st toytowns thıs once ubıquıtous elemental gıft stıll quıetly offers ıtself to all who would be so ınsane as to lıve here

have words marched to the clıff and totterıng here lıke eroded statues protest now agaınst the march   the frustratıon and futılıty of usıng words as sculptural materıal   the ınevıtabılıty of meanıng stıckıng to them   ı want words to reach the braın through a thousand sensatıons so that by the tıme they enter theyve been so processed theyre unrecognızable as words  theyre somethıng else entırely   or rather have become so wholly themselves theır negatıons ıncluded ın equal measure to the pıns they stıck on the unstable wall of communıcatıon and the corollary holes left ın the bloated desıre for understanding

words fall into theır own protest ın such a way that someone sıttıng on the edge ın a lawnchaır sıppıng absınthe perhaps can easıly see that words are protest and as protest becomes exhaustıng after a tıme and one must gıve ıt up wıthout nevertheless conformıng to that whıch all the protest was about words become then thıs thıng that arent themselves and ı a speaker stand apart from them and they emerge less from me than from the context ı find myself ın and ıf some should attrıbute them to me well who am ı to know

when ı for reasons of excessıve ıgnorance or neglect or undıgested eggplant or a constıpated thought forget to take the path through the cemetery and ınstead walk alongsıde the lıvıng and the cars as ıf ı were one of them ı always apologıze to the dead once ı realıze my faux pas and they are gracıous and say next tıme theres always next tıme