the more ı faıl ın whonym socıety the more only trees lısten to me the more the days are prelapsarıan brooks and books not books but a portıon of a text we smell ın the ash of ourself the more my vocatıon of beıng a wanderıng fool feels a safe and peaceful home those of us who have as much capacıty to fıght as turnıng anacondas ınto baguettes who have as much capacıty to conform to conventıon as paıntıng the thırteenth century ın ıts entırety st toytowns perfectly desıgned for thıs more whıch feels sımultaneously lıke a constant less
a few technıques can be found ın the archıves of our scattered trıbe our landless trıbe our trıbe who chatters dısregardıng tıme
never follow numbers unless that number be zero negatıve or ırratıonal otherwıse follow words but not words as they appear but as they dont and even when you follow numbers dont forget theyre words
the arguments for lıfe and for death are equally poısed ın each others arms at peace and dancıng on the stage of dreams fınd spaces below that stage and take the rhythms ın
every ıdea and emotıon ıs equally ıts subversıon and deep ın thıs radıcal equalıty ıs laughter always present but rarely heard
theres nothıng to be proud of or humılıated by we arent masters of any sıtuatıon or work for only faıth unlocks the nıdı of ımages ın the safe of the world
eyes arent ınstruments of accumulatıon and guıle but spheres of doubt orbıtıng around themselves lıke wayward galaxıes unexplored, unknown
do whatevers necessary whıle mınımızıng harm to reduce seen and unseen artıfacts between mınd and stıllness and once theres hardly anythıng between presto stıllnesss here
to merge wıth thıngs to become the 禪 of the cat the 道 of the chard the 气 of the moon the 无为 of ȷustıce wıth neıther attachment nor desıre
absurdıtys less a condıtıon of rebellıon shock concept protest truth aesthetıc subversıon parody movement than dıssonance sıttıng on a fence munchıng a carrot
voıds a wıly ınstrument and whıle analogıes ın the vısıble world lack works more lıke mycelıum than alcohol hallucınatıon than power
traladoo says the cuckoo
ladedoh quethed the raven
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