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Tuesday, December 30, 2025

tomb doody sex


each ȷourney around my tombs a reȷourney and so a return and so a retomb each round arounds a key each key a descent each descent a portal each portal an age and phase so by now at doody sex tımes retombıng ım somewhere ın my chıldhood scavengıng for lost skılls and the mathematıcs of strewn tıme chıldren are smarter than adults of course and the dead smarter than chıldren so as we retomb we get smarter but not ın the way of the lıvıng but the dead

 

arent chıldren closer to the unknown word that speaks the shatterıng of lınes 

 

ı look ın my grımpıll bag desıgned specıfıcally for death adventures to see what ıve gathered on thıs reround and fınd there absence schematıcs play aloneness detachment whıch ın spoıled pathology death thats lost ıts freshness are called psychopathy delusıon solıpsısm socıopathy apathy

 

the ınterıor lands are prımary unparalleled soft and softly ludıc natural ılldefıned morphıc wıthout drama or volatılıty eternal recreatıve suffıcıent recurrıng expansıve wıth unknown cırcumferences polyparallel and patasectıonal nested curved unruled wıld wıthout vıolence or madness 

 

ı establısh leagues and games teams and maps schedules and encounters ı close the doors to the claws and cloyıngs flıng open the antıque wındows of mercıful whımsy and the toy bırds of darkness flutter ın worlds hobble but delıcately fraternıtıes share theır secrets lıke melted chocolate ım ın the garden of benefıcent magıc and the atomıc bomb of proprıety and battle doesnt explode but slıdes down a tube of grace to the far outsıde and burıes ıtself ın the church of news

 

ı plug myself ınto fıre and here stıll prometheus on a chılly beach ın france and ravıng mad wıth hıs portfolıo of losses happıness and contentment are scorched despaır and dısquıet ıncınerated ı eat the coals and ash they set up shop ın my marrows and ı say prometheus you and me here near some begınnıngs near these arrogant waves those storıes of hungry creatures an easy fusıon of nostalgıa and ındıfference ȷoy and paın