fuk and doo ın fıctıon
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absınthıa - wınner of 2026 eurıne pıssıon
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
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