ı dont have one body but many the tomb teaches thıs ıts not as ıf these many bodıes resıde ın one body but that they all exıst and theres no unıty to hold them everythıng ınsıde begınnıng with the braın lıquefıes and pours out from the navel but the frames stay ıntact and when lookıng at the outsıde surface from the outsıde ıts as ıf nothıng at alls happened thıs ıs a trıck a tomb can play and use to great effect
i call the many bodies comprising the distributed emanated aggregations conveniently called i me my mine tomb a singularity we digest more nutritionally than i for you dont see my tomb you dont see the thousand thousand families of ghosts frolicking inside seeping through the epitaphs into the hardening world
tombs unlike those monuments you admire in pere lachaise or christs necropolis but gaseous like a fart and just as motile and funny anyone can hitch a ride free of charge but for the conversations one inevitably must have not those of the kind you mayhaps are accustomed to the politics gossip business societal scrimmaging of the society of is is sorely lacking and more geometries of shadows fauna in the abattoir of time maledictions of solstices flora of the oneiric void copulations of negations mycelial negotiations and architectures of sand youll be drawn into these friend so much so your destination may be forgotten and youll join the spirits of tomb to be sipped on precipices of night in little shotglasses of tessellated gazings
all this you say is just an indirect vaguely poetic way to say youre a mad freak a loser a schlonk all that tomb says is just a monumentally direct concretely prosaic way to say youve never left your body
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