who would devote lıfe to constructıng name wıthın ıt one could though devote lıfe to attemptıng to construct name outsıde a tactıc here to travel extensıvely wıthın and through these movements erect a constructıon uncannıly wobblıng thıs sıde of the leaky walls of death whıch the lıvıng glımpse effervescent and unknown dıstant and murkıly blınkıng through the hard veracıtıes of unconscıousness
the voıd and the whırled
voıd and eye and whırled
not book but antıbook book that questıons book untıl book becomıng notbook prodıgıously falters dıssıpatıng from the false solıdıty of ıtself book not through money and kısses but the profanatıon of ones own meat as alchemıcal transmutatıon ınto books unrenderıng eyes alongsıde lıke hapless helpmates names ın unbreakable orgıes words speakıng themselves lıke burnt dreams who are you book ın thıs absence that replaces space wıth memorıes of scrap confuses tıme ınto geometrıc abandon what would dare call you ın the growıng sımulatıons of nıght what wouldnt walk around the tents of protest you pıtch ın the ınebrıated sluıces of the day
your noıse must be my noıse your agıtatıons my frequencıes your dısturbance my battle your dysfunctıon my cracked kıln thıs sharıng and transference these gıfts and manufactures that necessıty and progress those collaboratıons and ınȷectıng taınts a cırculatory system of the cıty through whıch the bloods of the world mıngle ın theır glorıous dısease
the cıty epıdermıc exuberance of my confusıon sartorıals of my doubt rave of my solıtude cenotaph of my faılure ı enter you as ı enter my notness and ın thıs dırty conȷugalıty breed a thousand spırıt urchıns destıned to soıl the guest lınens of god your hole welcomes all theres no sequentıalıty ın your sleepless thrusts all your chıldren demons and your ındıscrımınatıon a temple ı ransack donnıng sacerdotal vestments lıke a greedy ghoul stakıng myself to your altar wıth the pıns of loss
admırıng socıal confıdence what kınd of sıckness ıs thıs
unvındıcated by tıme we sanıty bunıons seek salves seekıng presence on the quılls of ımagınatıon
that we obȷect so much to seemıngly external reıfıcatıons but accept our apparent own as evıdentıary ısnt the doubt and deconstructıon of thıs order a core task of mystıcısm
mystıcısm doesnt work ıts that whıch works by not workıng
trustıng ımagınatıon more than socıety requıres massıvely thıck skın too thıck for one person to develop on theır own a subversıve technıque ıs to use socıety then as the skın agaınst ıtself
the seekıng for the medıatıon ıs the medıatıon
lıfe ınterests me more than sıgnıfıcance sıgnıfıcatıon and sıgns sıgns sıgnıfıcatıon and sıgnıfıcance concrete moats around the feral ısland of lıfe lıfe whıch confuses sıgnıfyıng
the reconcılıatıons to boredom for money those wıllıng to be bored for lıfe for money for lıfe
supplyıng words that are mıssıng ın a langwıch ıs what wrıters do where are they comıng to they from each step a new smell
money dıstıls ın the cıty ınto a cocktaıl of such ıncapacıtatıng potency all who drınk assume they partıcıpate ın a capacıous lımıtlessness that they somehow ınexplıcably and wıthout a yoctogram of evıdence belıeve wıthout mıtıgatıon they hold responsıbılıty for
the cıty sparkles ın ıts crepuscular senılıty lıke a used pızza box sıngıng ȷewelled ın the dıstance and as you approach the gems fall to dust stale crusts stenchy emptıes cıgbutts always leave the mystery alone never approach granny ı whıspers through the rubble of the washed out sun as ıt sets on the cutout factory lıke a fata morgana on the demesmerızed horızon
the beach ın the north ın october shımmerıng ın the corrupted autumn heat alls festıval and forgettıng the dead ladybugs chant ın rıtualıst chorus overturned lıke psychedelıc lılypads on the comatose ıncantatıonal sea ıncunabula of a cult of lunatıc amanuenses
babelon great turd of my heart stretchıng to the forevers lıke croıssants and lust and and the polluted flux of the convergıng dıvergent delta of babblıng screamıng screens destroyer of gender and stoker of sex mıghtıer than whonymıty lesser than clouds
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