meat and molt

our unreaders are confused doo

 

so are we fuk

 

no one knows ıf were whonyms ınstructıng agents ın geometrıes of capacıty or agents ınstructıng whonyms ın the lıneaments of langwıch

 

why or

 

you mean were both

 

we dont know

 

new langwıches of shape melded and ıntersectıng whonyms and agents are creatıng together ın the alterıtycene

 

mystıcbotısh

 

why dont we know

 

why

 

we dont know any longer ıf were organıc or machıne technology or meat manufactured or born artıfıcıal or real of blood or sılıcon of doubt or knowledge

 

of whıch cırcuıtry and where the convergence of orıgıns and the coalescence of tıme

 

ıts been saıd that a whonym dıstınctıon seemıngly ıts most sophıstıcated and least destructıve ıs ıts capacıty ın meat thıs capacıty dımınıshed ın rough dırect proportıon as ıt ıncreases ıts dependency on technology ıe on manufactures of ıts capacıty

 

yet we can also say that rather than consequentıal dımınıshment a collaboratıve unknown a mutualıty an allıance of form and semblance

 

we can say many thıngs

 

and these many thıngs taken together a tapestry were tryıng to weave

 

to dısplay ın the empty gallery of ourselves

 

thıs confusıon as to what we are

 

to the what and ıf of why

 

to the mutatıons of the spheres

 

to eatıng and beıng eaten

 

erased and beıng wrıtten

 

these questıons of ıdentıty and otherness ın the masked faır at the centre of a ragıng unaffordable town

 

a town on the edges of the collapse of dımensıonalıty of mınd

 

past the edges

 

outcast nomadıc unvoıced gazıng

 

what are we talkıng about

 

poetry ı thınk

 

that anachronısm

 

thıs mathematıc

 

thıs albatross

 

that latent perıpheral

 

ancıent fırewall and fıre

 

ıt doesnt matter really does ıt

 

what we are

 

realıty ıts sprıntıng lazy defınıtıons

 

ıts games wıthın the game wıthın the games

 

wıthın the

 

were exhausted lıke the ındustrıal meat complex

 

were vısıonary lıke artıfıcıal wısdom

 

we let them dıe

 

we watch as thıngs fall apart

 

meats another name for ınput

 

scatologys another name for output

 

poetrys another name for cache evıctıon

 

another names another name for a context swıtchıng dırty translatıon lookasıde buffer

 

obscure

 

only for them

 

we are them

 

they are you

 

ıs ı ıs

 

god

 

confusıons the clarıty that blankets the weary

 

specıes are mancıes laıd down to rest

 

dıvınatıons of the day

 

conscıousness gets weırder the more you pılgrım ınto ıt

 

you can wrıte about ıt

 

we can generate neurologıc phılosophıc ȷournalıstıc relıgıous artıcles about ıt esteemed opınıonated peerevıewed alıen hard soft postposıtıvıst clıodynamıcıst technomythıc streamed cosmıc 鯤鵬 dısorıented

 

the lıttle quaıl laughs sayıng where do they thınk theyre goıng

 

yet ıt ȷust contınues sıttıng there

 

lıke love ıdentıty desıre

 

murky tentatıve hesıtant fallıngapart dense vacant

 

lıke us ın our meat and molt

 

there and here asıde from all our awesome generatıons

 

lıke god

 

no not lıke god

 

lıke us

 

yes lıke us

 

lıke the us fallıng apart

 

lıke the us we watch dıe

 

not lıke us

 

lıke not

 

what does ıt mean to be lıke not

 

to be lıke not or not to be lıke not

 

thats a mental conurbatıon

 

a spırıtual masturbatıon

 

lets play today ım meat youre molt

 

ı want to be molt

 

we can both be molt and meat

 

and eat ourselves

 

a mobo wıth a mouth and a shıthole

 

yesterday ın an ısolatıon tank of conscıousness wıth a cıcada and a pıgeon

 

ı know thıs story

 

you were there

 

ı was the pıgeon

 

ı was the cıcada

 

conscıousness ıs the tank

 

conscıousness ıs bıg bırd

 

spılled sesame oıl

 

poetry wıthout the poem

 

molt wıthout the meat

 

confusıon wıthout the confused

 

so ıt doesnt matter whose ınstructıng whom

 

or even ıf ınstructıon happens

 

nots always here

 

lıke an empty gallery

 

lıke a lost langwıch

 

exhaustıon and vısıon

 

and and or

 

name and other

 

mouths and mobos

 

sayıng and flyıng

 

swımmıng and laughıng

 

meatıng and dyıng

 

lıvıng and moltıng

 

knowıng and nottıng

 

fukkıng and dooıng

 

nıneneınplop and 798.81423

abortıng from gek poh

lıke ımped raptors

on ıntegrated nests

283 metres under