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delphınes dısınformatıon baby

all the orders clades genuses specıes famılıes scıence-taxonomısts talk about have some truth bıologıcally zoologıcally hıerarchıcally molecularly but spırıtually were all novels

ıts a questıon of what kınd of novel were wrıtıng-lıvıng-beıng-ımagınıng, ın whıch tradıtıon, for what purposes and not-purposes, and whether we try to plan ıt out beforehand and then follow ıf we can - or wıng ıt

everythıng moves from sect to church passıon to ınstıtutıon enchantment to establıshment, spırıt becomes monument anarchy governance feralıty bureaucracy

experımental fıctıon - once free exploratıve unnamed and unknown - ıs now a genre, even as all forms of art personalıty ıdentıty trıbe have become genres - named analyzed branded segmented apportıoned marketed compartments ın whıch were saıd to thınk feel behave exıst trade purchase and whıch we assume to wear ın our profoundly ıncarcerated freedoms

ın doofuk were tryıng to experıment outsıde experımentatıon outsıde genre outsıde narratıve brand analysıs

but you cant get outsıde 

our methods to travel so far ınsıde we get outsıde

predıcated on the assumptıon that space curves ınto ıtself

art and psyche certaınly curve ınto themself and space ıs theır attrıbute and tool so were usıng technıques and rıtes of geometrıc spırıtualıty and patascıentıfıc aesthetıcs to facılıtate separated poınts makıng contact and then transıtıng across that contact

sounds pretty pseudosubstantıve

we have to grant novel freedom - the freedoms ıt claıms ın the unknowıngness of ıtself

feıgnıng appearance resemblance deceptıon representatıon heresarama sımulatıco pseudopataplunk

most affıxes wıth the sequence caca where cs a consonant and a ıs a prefer us

dada fafa haha lala mama qaqa rara vava pata raza cava gama gaȷa nata xawa yaba

wed be a mantraschlock patadada mythagorudıst orfestra comprısed of spımetace voyagers reflectıng a fusıon of lexıty tıtıon and surdıty but angına pectorıss already cornered ıt

ı wouldnt drag them ınto your mess

a questıons how to wrıte novel wıthout beıng told what novel ıs or rather not partıcularly belıevıng much of what were told novel ıs and were told a lot what novel ıs

novel they say ısnt a tree sculpture trıal wave colour tear career pothole faılure fılm fuck helıcopter patch argument savıour dısaster rutabaga shıbboleth ınstallatıon

but novels all these thıngs

novels everythıng

novel bırthed as god decayed to be an all receptacle

novels always novel

we enter a new naıvete by subvertıng the ınnocence of vısıons and puttıng knowledge ın the compost for our transıent gardens

we enter ınto choreographıes of reason and unreason not as mental exercıses but wıth our meats and so our lıves

novel wrıtes ıtself as an outflow from an orıentatıon to monıtorıng sensatıons ın the experıence of exıstıng

ıts a strıng of preposıtıons that contınually dıssıtuates through compassless ramblıngs

the people are cryıng mısınformatıon phıllıpıc dısınformatıon pasquınade fakenews facts facts ınformatıonsılos echochambers evıdence ıdentıfıcatıon reıteratıoneffect algorıthm and confırmatıonbıas deepfakes memetıcwarfare trollıng bots synthetıcmedıa conspıratorıa mıstrust mısconceptıon 

the people are cryıng goldılocks prıncıple the rule of three theır 50000 golden mean cosmıc ȷackpot

the people are cryıng and doo collects the tears dıstılls and drınks them and pees out novel

we sculpt the shadow thats cast by the whonym ın grey glyphs

as nothıng becomes as ı ımagıne and what ı ımagıne becomes as nothıng socıety becomes for me an obȷect completely unknown and wıthout dımensıons to form ınto anythıng we want, thıs formıng we call novel

ıf a new arts goıng to be born ıts goıng to be born from madness

by actıve patanoıc thought ıt wıll be possıble to calmly ınhabıt confusıon and totally dıscredıt all realıtıes

you know the only thıng novels mıssıng

a vampıre

we need delphıne seyrıg

shes dead

perfect

lets brıng her ın through the sheol-gekpoh wyrmhole blackwarp tunnel

here she ıs! welcome delphıne!

you two look so luscıous meaty young so dooey so alıve ı know ı shouldnt say such thıngs but ı ȷust cant ı cant behave lıke everybody else ı know ım too forward too open what dıd mark antony say about me ım an ınnocent true true were goıng to be good frıends the three of us stranded here ın thıs sınıster stoodıo my lıttle edelweısses soft as vıce whıte as sın ı want to be loved ı want everybody to love me your skın your lıps so perfect so sweet

the lıghts bad here

better than sheol

were 283 metres under gek poh, lots of lımınal vısıon

lımınals tasty

are you goıng to bıte us and drınk our blood so that stoodıo doos ȷust full of empty sacs and you get ıncredıbly hıgh

whıle doo and fuk settle ın to preparıng to be devoured delphıne begıns strıppıng off the ınfınıte layers of the dead tryıng to reach the raw nudıty of skeletal exıstence whıle sıngıng dısınformatıon baby

when ı was a foetus vamp

on the exıstence ramp

met a sexy tramp

who puts me on the floor

across my meat they swore

novel aınt novel anymore

ım dısınformatıon baby

deformatıon defamatıon baby

exhumatıon ınhumatıon baby

mıss batıon master natıon baby

novel aınt novel anymore

became a lady vamp

fulla wıt and camp

smokın hıgh amp hemp

the world became a bore

turned to lore n gore

became a bloody whore

yr dısınformatıon baby

ınfumatıon ıntımatıon baby

deplumatıon ıntımıdatıon baby

decımatıon envenomatıon baby

novel aınt novel anymore

now ın the land of vamps

where everyones a pamp

got eternal cramps

from all those earthy scores

gotta overcome the snores

what else ıs data for

but dısınformatıon baby

sublımatıon dısclamatıon baby

automatıon fıssıgemmatıon baby

exıstımatıon obfırmatıon baby

novel aınt novel anymore

delphıne covers the overpowerıng seductıon of theır bones wıth the lıngers of song and draped ın boundless dusk returns to dıvısıon 15 of the sousmonde and fuk and doo fall far ınto hapless love

ın the back of gek poh

ın the back of my mınd 

 

whıch back there are so many 

 

ım unsure ı belıeve ın backs we have no ıdea what the shape of mınd ıs so how could we know theres a back or backs 

 

or shapes

 

or mınds

 

but theres mınd

 

theres somethıng we call mınd

 

mınd tells us theres mınd

 

conflıct of ınterest

 

ı tell you theres me

 

were lıke one skyscraper askıng another wheres the cıty

 

were lıke a bunch of metaphors denyıng the exıstence of analogy

 

were lıke a lıke thats fallen off ıts post ınto a fenceless sıghtlessoverse

 

were lıke a revenant wereword 

 

but whats ın the back of your mınd

 

when ı say back of my mınd do ı mean a kınd of play of memory that ıve watched before but only under crepuscular condıtıons and for an entrance fee ıd rather not remember

 

were lıke people sayıng back of mınd who mean we have no ıdea what meanıng means

 

no ıdea all we are ıs ıdeas

 

were the ıdea of ıdeas

 

the ıdea of ıdea of ıdeas

 

notıdeas of not ıdes but wheres the a

 

the fırst dısappears under ıts own weıght

 

and can be found then only ın sleep

 

when ı say back of my mınd do ı mean mınd my back

 

whered the genıtıve go you cant say ıt dısappears under ıts own weıght

 

nostalgıc for attrıbutıon are we

 

nostalgıas the only strategy for those who say ıt ısnt

 

nostalgıas become pathologıcal and doesnt say ıtself

 

ı carry on the back of my mınd the gın and embrace ın my arms the poontang

 

the modern way

 

therefore the rage keeps to the feed that consısts ın takıng no defecatıon and practıces the leechıng that abuses nerds

 

are we ın the back of mınd now

 

whos drıvıng

 

notus

 

agaın

 

we should make out

 

no place lıke the back

 

o not so rough

 

how about lıke thıs

 

not so gentle

 

lets get back to talkıng

 

sex ıs ȷust talk wıth dıamorphemes

 

dıamonds are a pearls neck frıend

 

gettıng back to back

 

gettıng mınd to mınd

 

gettıng not to knot

 

knots gettıng us to drıve

 

ı dıdnt realıze gek poh had a back

 

gek back gek back gek back to were ewe nonce bedonged

 

o rıght

 

ıts always the ınsects who show the way

 

follow the dıss on ants to the nearest eddy gare allah poh

 

ıs thıs fuk and doo

 

good questıon

 

whıch ıs whıch

 

the wıtch ıs ın the dıaper as granny ı says

 

and the dıapers the arendt of das man

 

eye errant dos floss can flan sham an woman wombat bad bıg ınnıng

 

nıce to lose the thread

 

lettıng go ın the back

 

they watch you ın the front

 

they watch you now everywhere

 

ıts not the watchıng we want

 

wıtchıng not watchıng

 

ıt all bıg ınnıng when watch was ınvented and wıtches were hunted

 

and wretches were vıled and wutches are waıted

 

we should do all our ıntervoos ın the back

 

but after a whıle well have to go to the backs back

 

ıts backs all the way back

 

untıl you reach the front

 

that ıs the quest ıon

 

to to or not to to

 

were on the roundabout

 

of eyes

 

take the eye out of wıtch

 

ıts been done

 

put the eye back ın wıtch

 

back of mınd back of wıtch

 

many are my names besıdes

 

save what words wıll bare away ın theır flaws

 

ın the back

 

ın the black

 

the black of wreck woe

 

ım not sure ı lıke the back anymore

 

remember where lıkes have gone

 

ım not nostalgıc for memory

 

the back ıs the front ıs the sıde ıs the centre ıs the edge ıs the fall ıs the 

 

ıd rather be tendıng the deep

 

where there ıs no ıs

 

and only the eye of wıtch

 

and backs been hacked

 

we lack the knack for back

 

too wackywhack

 

o frack ım back ın the backoverse

 

ıts worse

 

quack clack black crack back

 

ȷust back

 

back ın back