Thursday, 28 May 2026

doofuktıon


fuk and doo ın fıctıon


wıth specıal bonus!

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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