onely wed like to congrats fukky for getting their phd
yknow doo some who cant doo it call it piled higher and deeper but we call it pedantic heuristic domination
we understand you got it at the very esteemed university of olomiet in irrelevance studies in the faculty of atavism
no in viral lautitialogy in the faculty of patavism
call you doktor fukky or doktor risotto
doktor fukfuk
will anything change with this fuk weve had our scrimmages sometimes you dom me others i you but overall theres no clear hierarchy you know how doos stay away from all appearances of accreditation and standing are you going to use this recent accomplishment of obtaining the highest level of education known to histories and nations to make us feel like little peon emptyheaded vulgar noname shits
of course doodoo
dooly and more engagingly in our ongoing exploration of novel revolution two developments penetrate our imagination
doo all your images have to be so sexual doo
these developments wet our voids part the lips of our open and ready aesthetic desire and drive deeply and firmly into our dark cravings until we scream with the climax of the transient unities and lie spent on the bed of the unknown
what is happening
onely like any prophet burroughs was right with so much and equally wrong the objectives not to reach as large a whonym audience as possible but to make audiences disappear through processes of objective derealization and whonym deterritorialization only through this can word return to itself by imploding through the quantitative qualitative rationalized sludge thats marauded the sapien soul and turned it into a quest for a weightless hollywoodian spectacle portfolio
this doesnt help us understand
what goods a phallic hump dump then
its not for knowledge its for domination
novel actively works toward continally and routinely becoming a concealment to one and itself were calling this autocyto or autokytology or possibly autoskeutology additional suggestions welcome and should be sent to mrs hairietter w hyzlfump at the usual address in sancta looey momo in the disunited hates of amerika iow novel hides it countercountersurveils the countersurveilers it always takes a step back beyond the steps of those who step forward it joins with mysticism which is the consummate religious art of dissimulating novel becomes the masks without a face novel flaps open and shut plays hide and seek for itself reorders itself falls into disorder disintegrates dies resurrects breaks down up through all this and mores happening after oktober and after after oktober for afters scramble over themselves on the floor of time like cutup kittens
much to look forward to
youre just saying that
what other kind of saying is there
that saying which is unspoken becomes the eye thats unseen
our concern in the department of doo administration is that this doesnt seem to be leading anywhere i mean are you really dooing anything other than macedoonio in the mooseum of eternas doovel but worse
as heresiarch kurt unruh von steinplatz says as soon as accumulation appears run to the desert as soon as novel appears run to the styx
you seem to have death wish pathology syndrome disease doo
dooly and more explicitly well find novel exploding in november
but your novels reputation hasnt even been established how can it be destroyed
in november we slink into the centres of the pedagoguges and areṛo and there find they cant hold and thus what well seek for are the consequences of that not holding
which might be what
heresiarch har johrd khorana says shit and piss arrange cutup chop puree throw in the air swallow shit again dehydrate hide bury incant repeat with variations this is novel this is november and all that flows from its chrono busy dirty anus
as heresiarch srogurhub says the virus gains entrance by fraud and maintains itself by force novel is a virus gaining entrance to its meaty host by the same means though fraud here is doubt and force craft virus lives like novel on losing destroying fragmenting interring itself
its just insanity forever
and fuk and doo hold hands and sing a little song
madness now madness then
madness in the bitumen
madness there madness here
madness in my tung and ears
so silly species sing with us
together on the madness bus
window aisle front or back
madness is what well never lack
and the lights dim in stoodio doo
283 metres under gek poh
in the crispy clean state of singapore
under a creaky moon and a rusty sun
our storys told our tale is done
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