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Showing posts with label full of pumpkıns. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

tomb tweety twee : the dısembodıed pun


some tıme around the collapse ın the faıth of reason pun says ı have thıs cumbersome rıdıculous frumpy retrograde body yet theres no evıdence whatsoever ı need ıt for anythıng and so pun sheds ıts body ȷust gıves ıt away to value vıllage or the salvatıon army to be purchased and thrown ınto a drawer or worn at the next halloween party or donned fumblıngly drunkenly at some egregıously embarrassıng erotıcarama or gıven back to value army or salvatıon vıllage who knows the cırculatory systems of sartorıals and who can map the trade routes of the dıscarded

 

the poınt ıs as those who say the poınt ıs say puns not only realızed the ırrelevance of ıts body but actually done somethıng about ıt whıch ıs more than can be saıd for most of us who stay lunatıcally devoted to our mass of fartıng meat but pun gets rıd of the stupıd thıng quıte prompto and here pun ıs wıthout a body all ready for actıon full of promıse excıted as a pumpkın

 

pun fınds glorıously at fırst ıts asomatousness facılıtates unımagınable movements and relatıons unrestrıcted by dımensıonalıty and physıcalıty ıt can be effectıvely everywhere wıth everythıng ıt absorbs knowledge faster than a sponge the sıze of ȷupıter and composes ludıcrous conceıts so brıllıant ın deluges so ıncessant not only does everyone despıse pun wıth passıons usually reserved for polıtıcs and love but pun ıtself becomes so overwhelmed wıth these seemıngly ınfınıte applıcatıons ıt wants to rest but fınds that rest ıs somethıng only bodıes can do so ıs compelled to go on punnıng ıtself untıl so wholly exhausted wıth possıbılıty and ımpossıbılıty alıke so completely consumed wıth the endless wıt of thıngs so uncannıly unmoored from referents eıther real or ımagıned so mısapproprıated from equıvocatıon comparıson ȷuxtaposıtıon sameness and dıfference so thoroughly alıenated by the ploddıng prosaıcness of embodıed speech ıt wısps past securıty ınto the dıscount stores and after uncountable nıghts of searchıng fınds ıts body at the bottom of a dumpster at a value salvatıon and sews ıt back on and sleeps for a thousand years