weird as a routine environmental phenomenon becomes so commonplace babelon rarely flinches in its presence
in babelon theres a local chain of animal hospitals where all front desk staff look like pets you see them through large windows passing by on the beleaguered sidewalks dogs cats ferrets horses birds mice gerbils hamsters the occasional alligator capybara tarantula kinkajou python axolotl rhinoceros beetle
i don weird on weird and venture into the weekend festivals which pour into the streets like hot public butter i move through them in encapsulations so hypervisibilized i become anonymous secluded in a nameless unfunded monastery of prayerless eyes
the obvious benefits of babelon foods frolics festivals financing are less than its frequently unspoken advantage of bespeaking the constituents and attributive wiliness of spiritual makeup the cosmetologic cosmology of postlimit urbanistic transemiotic semblances
eccentric arises from the ptolemaic astronomy of not having the earth precisely at the centre and so the whonym desupremacist becomes innately eccentric as their centres exile any centerings the authentic eccentric orbiting around the disclosures of nothing
babelon conjures darkness in the infinitely morphing mirrors of its eternal light
babelon reveals the inadequacy of itself through excesses of myriad projected adequacies its the latter politics is designed to maintain investment in and the people maintain faith in but the inadequacys plainly manifest for wanderers in the funhouses mechanisms behind the screams and thrills murky spaces in which we spiritual hobos glimpse one another as fuliginous arthropods in inveterate nimbi
babelon becomes babelon through a mathematics of multiplying infinity by infinity and putting the sum to the power of infinity thereby creating processes to constantly collapse into the disturbed mathematics
there are always an infinite number of ways to move from a to b and babelon attempts to codify these ways and praises itself for the attempts which limit movement for those who accept the codes and praises but expand it for those who dont an irony forageable in the gardens of new satire to be eaten in salads of vision
trancing transit a practice as ecstatic as dance orgy meditation power sacrifice desert as all portals to abnegation wherever they fall on the spectra of destruction and creation the practitioner develops techniques to merge with the offerings of the portal they enter these techniques arent primarily of the lineage of technology but spirit though some can be found in the formers revenants dreams
they live in the cracks under their local clinic but occasionally emerge from the storefront into citified space and i see them on trams and carousels disconsolate and sleepy
the citys a hallucination thats got lost in dimensionality and tries through art to return to its raving roots
babelon is religion where the priests are movement and talk and every structure a cell in the ungraspable temple and everyone prays without ceasing and prayers money and the earless god grinning time moneys flush and drainage
once youve negotiated the excesses and infinities of babelon without committing to them it can become an oasis as if youre a frisky wraith in a colourful hades a ghost dancing on lifes immense flab
the dimensionality of babelon becomes so pervasive it curves around itself and becomes indistinguishable from virtuality this the confusion of the matrix and the geometric seduction of nested simulationality
babelon transforms natures alwaysnexttodeathness from death to death through death and in the energy of the transformative processes becomes babelon
all objects and nonobjects are vortices of the uncanny portals to unspoken animisms the technologicized biped given to spirit saunters through the apertures stripping itself of excessive sartorials to dissimulate edenic nudities
technovirtualized bipeds have lost capacity to forage for expansive energies in nature babelon offers opportunities for novel foragings we visit nature to reboot our capacities for technoforaging a dipping our meats into the ancient wells for a visceral parareremembering of the most efficient holistic foraging techniques and this dipping reunites us however tangentially with our prelinguistic roots
no one knows what the vets look like
