cape mod

things to do in the city

excerpted without permission

from lonely voyeur

1. in a northern wealthy city in which there are labyrinthine kilometres of underground tunnels protecting the citizenry from hiemal attacks and giving them cause never to experience outside, their habitations, acquisitive venues, and loci of remuneration each being encased in human construction and connected by these strewn unfathomable tunnels, descend. be gobbled by the new chthonicities. but on a weekend, when the pecuniary frenzies turn from earning to spending and the productive masses are toing and froing elsewheres. there is no mass, no singularity simulations. the little endless shops are closed. lights dimmed. no music plays, screens off. the world is as you know it must one day be and perhaps is already in all but appearance. empty, still, eerie, lush. sit at a deserted coffee enclave. wander as if you are the last human. and you are. you are.

2. befriend a dweller of the vertical structures at the center of things. ensure you require corrective lenses and take them out or off. sit on floors by infinite windows and watch the blurred city blur. know time. smoke and drop and sip. these are the imperfections of action and the river of work. take heed and need. truth is runny colour. history’s voyeurs on drugged aeries. we are all gods. colour and eyes. we on forsaken ecstatic perches bear witness to the blender. death is our song. all is beautiful like flies.

we accept our defated fates

with defreedomed freedoms

stick your metallic gonads up your entitled ass,

bike-i says to auto-i,

i’s in time like politics in textbooks

3. pessoa (v. int.) the global unicity. write 13 random meaningless activities on 13 slips of paper and put them in your mother’s cranium. use them to structure the space of a year. when a whonym's proximate and incontinent draw a slip, let it define your day or phase. and if you’re wrapped in cellulose on the banks of st. basil’s reciting the balcony backwards in mandarin – how does this favourably compare to attending continuous meetings as a product manager of retirement plans at a global megalith? who is the greater citizen?

let these meditations guide you as you wander in the undone city, masturbating in wretched washrooms, stuffing cum in your mouth as if it were liquid athena, ass throbbing like a bicycle light in the drunken night.

these are the days of the city at the end of man

these are the events of our lives, the calendar of our fate