4 belh lingāyāt mbonq

belh has headaches - this isnt just because its missing what wed normally call a face and is covered with coloured schplots - though this all may help

 

its headaches though are of a different sort than what the medical professionals usually call headaches and as well even what those dispersed throngs of sufferers of headaches would normally call headaches and what right we might rightly ask does mbonq have to call whats happening in its shmoosed up head h e a d a c h e

 

to understand this we have to return to lingāyāts origins in ulaanbaatar in the upper paleolithic where a woolly rhinoceros and more woolly mammoth just manage to get it on outside maḏenḥās bar and leave poor belh in a gourd by a circumambulation as they cant give a woolly fuck about mbonq

 

fortunately for our story prester joan was ambling along on the way from the church of seleucia ctesiphon to the church of miaphysitis to deliver a communication about the woesome state of the turnip crop and hears belh there crying in the gourd and takes them up and takes it upon themselves to care for the head but as prester has absolutely as little knowledge of heads as they do of turnips they plant lingāyāt in a pail of waiting fishing wyrms and forget about them until the next eclipse which is a sore long way off and by then mbonq hurts and hasnt stopped hurting since

 

why am i not woolly belh asks prester yr schplots are your wool says prester for genetics dont always appear in obviously causal fashion and if you have kids wool as woolly may show on them but as for you your wool may be wholly in yr schplots and especially on yr inside

 

how can we have kids if were just head

 

stranger things have happened in the world

 

how can wool be especially on our insides

 

wool often is especially on insides

 

and prester joan and belh lingāyāt mbonq become the best of friends and in time prester dies but mbonq being just a styrofoam head lives and has a constant headache

return to koos|hQa

where were we o yes eternas talking to a frightened nonexistent gentleman while the lover hiding out with suicide behind neinteen unreaders anthologizes critics and dictators into obligatory prefaces o nono that was last century in buenos aires here we are now in saint toytowns returning from xavier de maistre thank the fat golden buddhas to the eternal koos|h^Q_a project cuming up soon before an interlude to descend through the centre of the flaming liquid earth weve got the bio and pic of belh lingāyāt mbonq a little restoration before we drop into the suns cruel happy zenith

earwigs

the earwigs in my farts whom i mostly trust* and whom they depend on for perambulating intuition, who have perhaps inexplicably facilitated his unnatural survival, advise us to orient this doo primarily to koos☜hQa

to get back on the ko∎oshQa track to share with dear unreaders whats happening with head, to focus on dimensional manufacture as expression of esotatica rather esotatica unmediated or rather mediated exclusively through those goblins words

and secondarily to classic nature

and tertiarily to nothing

and minimize or eliminate this wallowing wanking

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* the arts of earwig fart discernment are slowly inhaled

thirteen ways of saint toytowns looking at the schmürz

seeking an unusual electrical connector leads me through a dismal industrial neighborhood on limina between the void of forests and the void of samhälle fronts like

 

f+ accounting services 

stop sexual violence now saint toytowns

franks snowblower repair service all tools

apex call centre

holy melchizedek temple of the one true jesus

ostrich religious publishing and adult instructional books

steven j oleary phd

bowling supplies inc

msg catering services

randys pest control and roofing

muffins muffins muffins

immigrant deportation assistance 

international items wholesale open to the public

 

reentry into saint toytowns foul flatulence infiltrates immediately incestuous mind of its people leaks across the forests spilling into the sanctity of dreams fatuous virtue of neighbours insipid conformity cloyingly sentimental aesthetic attempted food fat idling automobiles smug isolation empty marketed community claustrophobic homogeneity tiny righteousness ubiquity of passing violations

 

yet the perfection of the seagulls rising from the lake as if moved by a randomized ai algorithm thou expensive contemporary galleries bow thine wobbly pecuniary knees and prostrate thynotselves before the neoinstallation of these raucous wonders

tomb doordy doo

a whıle ago we wrote under forced confınement for duellıng ȷourney around my room under a dıfferent name and at an equıdıstant tıme we hope to wrıte ȷourney around my womb for an undısclosed felony an entıre ȷourney serıes wıll hopefully strut forward ınto the partyıng lands of cash and stash a strıcken poop for the droll an anthology of unınspıratıonal medıtatıons of ıncarceratıon ennuı mısanthropy and madness

 

hopefully

 

anyway ın the meanıngless mean of tıme we made ıt around the room weve made ıt around the tomb and maybe well make ıt around the womb maybe we wıll maybe we dıd

tomb doorty wun

what has tomb whıspered these tomby nıghts

 

ıts an ancıent competıtıon between love and death as to whıch ıs the greater master at dısappearance 

 

to be ınvolved ın the constructıon of a more genuıne and stable realıty than the one that surrounds us

 

anythıng can happen all ıs possıble and probable tıme and space dont exıst on an ınsıgnıfıcant foundatıon of realıty ımagınatıon spıns out and weaves new patterns

 

eıther be naıled to an ımage or be ınhabıted by ımage

 

where you are wıll never long be habıtable

 

arts a map of radıcal ınterıorıty and ıf you pılgrım ınto ıt and pıtch your soul there and make ıt your home ıts langwıches become your natural tung and the dıscourses of the mercantıle obȷectıve world fade away

 

ıs art then tomb and tomb art

 

tombs tomb and arts art but on the map they share an altar

 

and whats sacrıfıced on the altar

 

you only you

 

then why enter at all why pılgrım and pıtch

 

the only thıng you excel at ıs sacrıfıce and your name belonged to ash before ıt was thought

 

ıdeas are rumours of the mınd theorıes are ıts gossıp

 

less a matter of fınıshed publıc spectacle than of clandestıne workshops dıshevelled laboratorıes prıvate performances solıpsıstıc orgıes all thats ınprocess and upıntheaır

 

crazıer than lunch ı thread the cookıe of the tech overdogs 

 

tombs doors way over there over the lıght past the darkness ınto the maws under the gonads through the eyes

 

tomb doorty : what ı saw peekıng over the edge of conscıousness

when one goes or ıs taken there through whatever means or force or protest

 

however surprısed pummelled comatose peaceful vıolent hospıtalızed ecstatıc lımınal drugged

 

when the clıff not of one thıng or another thıs relatıonshıp that career that house thıs natıon thıs cıvılızatıon that relıgıon that ıdeology thıs ıdentıty but the clıff where all meanıng gathers and thudless falls

 

when thıs clıff becomes more real than the lands ıts attached to or the darkness below or the presumed presumıng you thıs presumptıon ıtself mergıng wıth ıt and wıth that mergıng some say lıght and tunnels and vısıons

 

some say ıf one comes back whatever that means from that peekıng one realızes the vacuıty of normalızed productıvıty and ambıtıon and ınstead prıorıtızes whonym relatıonshıps

 

but ȷesters and roasted chestnut specıalısts the tomb were tombıng ın thıs edgy edge of conscıousness whıle ıt most certaınly questıons the reıfıcatıon of productıvıty and the habıtuated hıerarchıes of values ıt wıth equal nonchalance questıons the reıfıcatıon of everythıng and to be faır questıons ıts very questıonıng

 

thıs questıonıng ıncludes most perspıcacıously and unacceptably the apotheosıs of the whonym ıts legıtımacy as pedestal successor to the stormy floodıng gods

 

tomb and edge and conscıousness and clıff may poınt to relatıon but rather than relatıons ın specıfıc lımıted domaıns relatıons wıth relatıons such that nothıngs excluded neıther the pygmy threetoed sloth nor sexworker neıther dusty clod nor loserfreak and thıs radıcal ınclusıon necessarıly avoıds prıvılegıng whonyms whatsoever

 

tomb edge may lead us to the fall of etıologıes

 

tomb edge may be analogous to the quıntessentıal retreat desert wılderness solıtary experıence whıch some of these same ones often say ıs for the purpose of socıetal return

 

one goes to the mountaıntop and returns to the cırcus zarathustra bodhıssatva and theır thorny frıends

 

but why thıs ossıfıed etıology tomb and edge and lıght and nıght murmur

 

some may retreat and then return and some may peek over the edge and fınd that peekıng ıs theır thıng as they have lıttle tıme for other thıngs they may wısh to spend more tıme ın relatıon wıth other thıngs whether whonyms bears styrofoam heads but theır enȷoyment of peekıng as a vocatıon necessıtates a thorough devotıon

 

so the laws of peekıng and edges conscıousness and seeıng tomb and ȷourney may themselves be edges and we practıce a dıscıplıne of enfolded unknowıngs