fuk faq

unreaders have been asking wheres doos faq so here it is

 

why doesnt doo make any sense

 

doos written in ooQic translated into voidian garbled into fuckuguese warped into pavidusotho shoved into ishugu then broken into english, ais heavily involved  

 

some of us are christians and offended by profanity and vulgarity, why do you have to be so vulgar and profane

 

doo gets confused over whats a swear word, for us every word is a swear word, speaking is swearing, langwich is the source of swearing and so we all are swearing constantly, its just a matter of whether your swearings interesting or not, being in meat is being in putresence and being in putresence is to love the gutter, were offended by your false purities

 

your entire project seems a bunch of hokum

 

we embrace impunitively the shirty amphigoric palaverous hoking sectors of existence and have no evidence youre not wholeheartedly working with us in these sectors

 

why is doo so apocalyptic misanthropic hopeless and strange

 

doos entire brains a deathbed for their mind, we carry that bed around with us throughout our lives, but were only misanthropic to whonym supremacists, strange to the conforming normalized, hopeless to the binarized, and apocalyptic to those trapped in linear time etiology and teleology

 

im in love with doo, what doo i doo

 

run far away, doos been betrothed to scatology not love

 

wed like doo to shut up, when will doo shut up

 

we concur entirely

 

you seem to think writing will somehow redeem your life but you do realize this will never happen

 

nothing atones for life, writing speaks itself, realitys a seeming off the rails, so let we bituminized bunch enter the sum of hows and there cast some hap into the cauldron of convenient auguries

 

when doos meet for moot where do they mate

 

in buckingbacon palace, putting the ham where it belongs

 

were frustrated by your pretentious inconvenient lack of punctuation

 

periods dont exist, if you see one anywhere its a mirage in the desert of glyphs, but questions are everywhere, everythings a question so the mark itself becomes unnecessary, commas are ludic amusements as mrt 10.25 doodao proves, everything else is backwash

 

you decry didacticism but then are didactic, you decry solidity then are solid, you decry sanity then are sane, you contradict yourself more often than the blight house

 

novel isnt didactic solid or sane but characters appear in novel that venture into solidity didacticism sanity, theres organic farming which originates in finite real crops grown in living soil not produced at scale, theres organic novel, learn to discern between the commodities of production and the natural expressions of living organic souls

 

you raise aberration to nobility and nonconformity to righteousness

 

outcasts are merely entranced by the strangeness of socalled whonym maturity and we would only have poets as equals on the scapes of time

 

i feel im only asking this question so that the faq reaches the obsessively requisite number of words and that youre going to answer in a similar manner because we both know that while this question and answer are penultimate they were actually written chronologically last

 

funny you say that, when i was just a fiction on the messy table of my mothers emptiness the postman rang again and not one to say knock knock to any reification of the sad clowns that estrange us from the very tragedy of unsayability or rather the bleep in tragic clothing she answers and well papa was at bible study and mama had been drinking and was as dishabille as history and the floor was sudsy as a butter tarry tango then there i was and here well be still a fiction just as empty

 

we feel as if our questions havent been answered and we have many more questions to not be answered, where do we send them

 

as usual to

 

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