how to travel lıke a pılgrım dao

most dearly beloveds in our overabounding beneficence weve another tip to share trusting your unaccountable spiritmeat complex todays receptive to the tight sinews of pilgrimage learning in the postknowledge betweenicide transapocalypto thingotheosis langwichcene youthotency monotime morphymorph absentorassic age for glowbull knowmad nomads are a peculiar sort and must glom together on fringes of defined spacetime continuah for dedification and sharded falling yaks of revivalist humour we talked the other day about where to go where others going arent but how in these notgoings to present ones notselves in other morphemes how to as a pilgrim dress what fartorials to pack all those haute wardrobe anxieties we aim to mitigate even if total elimination isnt possible in this era of hyperdiarpationconstirhea 

 

whatever disorder of pilgrim you is or aim to is your duds cant be whatever a pilgrim isnt an influencer although if youre a sophist you can argue that an influencers a kind of pilgrim and a pilgrim is a      well      if we walk the sophist way well never consummate anything which might be for the greater good whatever that is and however it might be measurable who poes but anypoo its not our dao todao where are we guess yes while certainly a pilgrim and so a sorta generasaurus youre also of an illsemanticized dimlysectored disorder of pilgrims a slice of freak and if you dont dress the fart youll end up in an eternally recurrent yakademic dinner party a la the exterminating angel 

 

fartorial tip won

you musnt thus truly go on pilgrimages until you have some inkling of your disorder or ratherest your disorders for hoo belongs to won anymore or hoo flares just discover on the way whats trooth anywhy eye eg according to some taxanomies the only troo taxation belong to a discernible nein minima and so eg again i yesterday drew attention to my ankles sox specifically and there in that drawing ironed the souls of the sweet&sour masses by means of one alien one a munchy scream see pics thus acknowledging my farticipation in the schmaltzy touristy seen for horror horrorer the pilgrim cant help but also be a tourist yet by commenting on the horroring and translating it in close proximity to the podal functions those very appendages uniting tourists and pilgrim not necessarily thereby turning over any order but lightly dissing lets be clear for once these arent of the disorders of the caramelites jizzuits benedickteens gogustinians excrete those pootions from your gonads these are affix orders or maybe iffix or as the ikea peeple say utfarts and by that we mean dismean and by that we mean the true catolic eggcheesiology

 

if you say but youre drawing attention to yourself with your schmanzy sexy irony dumbentary uap sox this lookatme dressarama we desay nay if anything we draw you drawing attention to yourselfs and there patapro the situation so tare and swear this disorder style equally a life hagio and death must be instantly convertible as a corvette z06 into irascible invisibility for a pilgrim if nothing elses forever ready to disappear and if you say but how to pack all this my disordersll never fit and many are the counterlayers i require to invisibilize the dissings thats your problem cacos e amigas but its all got to get in a 55x40x23cm nothing more as some shoe says just doo it

 

fartorial tip dao

a pilgrim smells shirley but doesnt reek at least not in its biophysicafartoriality so zuangzi help us bring a change of clothes especially sox and wunderpants if youre one hoo wears such in the farty chthonic

 

fartorial tip tree

we present manifoldly in our dissings doubly in horrification of our pilgrimouristence zeroly in our disappearings so all numbers voice in wyrd and nothing baned nothing sloshed dress thusly 

 

 

were exloshted volks violated all day by airlines planes weather time people money mind structure policy wealth indifference urine data that about covers it the whole world todao got us bad as dumpkins and thats just how it brambles dumbtimes gotta eat doodoo alongside the curry psilocybin coconutcrisp fuckelujah cruciferous goji freakscream uffle soccoli and trooly dooly the more you pilgrimize the less doo and soccoli are all that different

 

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how to travel like a pilgrim tree

pilgrims a grim pill

 

how to travel lıke a pılgrım

dizemoslhe ou dizemosnos ou ambos weve long advocated for europe as a consolidated entireology to be declared a single museum one entry fee charged upon arrival €2000 say which gives you access to everything but food and accommodation access not just to the interminably nauseating museums galleries churches historicsites warmemorials statues concerthalls ruins castles palaces dungeons fairs carvings bridges mosques caves prisons temples gardens waterfalls volcanoes synagogues parks amusementcomplexes mountains but all the locals homes bedrooms clubs brothels workplaces hideaways smokingjoints secretsocieties violation sure but from the ubiquitous touristgohome fuckairbnb fucktourists the locals are obviously violated anyway lets consummate it of course thisll restrict access to the obnoxious middle class and whoever the rich are yet whats different about that but this isnt a tip and its a tip we want to gift you today blessed damned one

 

weve also elsewhere already commanded you that when you travel dont do it like the vulgarized termitic heap like a tourist to use that disgusting word those maggots of money those roaches of prostheticized nocost eyes but do it in the manner of gods like a pilgrim unobtrusive lost abject silent simulating nonexistence as well you can devoting your daily energies exclusively to this simulation so clearly no tours pics entitlements laughter selfies no flocking to the shrines of lists of the hideous internet no herding to the maxstars venues no clucking with the congested ducks of gawk when you move as you must look for the forsaken the derelict the stuttering statusless those whose names have already sunk into the séptico of history

 

as an example and model for you most dearest unreader today look how much i do for you i take a ferry there are four to choose from the municipality itself proudly extols the many virtues of three of these destinations the journeys scenic many scintillating photogenic places to smile voyeur smiling bevoyeurized smiled on the other side tasty restaurants sexy bars historic cafes continuous camera ops certifiedly certified significant sites worldclass views 

 

but the fourth well no need to go we truly recommend you dont in fact hardly any need to mention really its for commuters only workers ugh slaves its nondescript the journeys boring nothings there absolutely no one goes

 

i get my ticket immediately

 

deserted rocky beaches giant jumbling crumbling public housing projects abandoned lots my first truly excellent coffee boarded storefronts uneven cracked illegal sidewalks shifty glances sunlight thieving through the clouds for the first time in days no restaurants fashion colour signs its windy here the tourists export the intolerable ocean gusts i can finally breathe undisguised voiceless youdontbelongs graffitied empty broken concrete spaces unkempt needled pathways desolate ugly statueless squares

 

nothings here but the nothing that is

 

and if i or you or someone un or not says but how do you reconcile your recommendation for a €2000 entry fee and your command to travel only like a pilgrim

 

idiot i dont

 

 

people dont like going places that dont go anywhere but places that dont go anywhere are now the places to be

petra going

my gaolmate & farthrob

 

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how to travel like a pilgrim dao

the fartorial arts

 

  

2025 blindness

 

up a bump a few years and were doing what we said we'd never do again - yrup (and a very tiny quettapolis bound very northwest corner of asia). that museum of a mausoleum and mausoleum of a museum. round and round the facetrack goes the little queer misstep outstep stickle wunder stare

lisbon stockholm umeå paris istanbul and all through the glittering mess we see nothing but langwich

langwich and a whack of vials of pills we call grim and we swallow and yet we walk

last mooologues

a full moon hangs over the NH station end of main bizarre in jagnahrap impossible ... what's the moon in any form even doing in hellhi? it isn't what's normally considered to be the moon but some conglomerated mass of coagulated spherical pollution says a cow to my left. you're right i say surprised at the clarity of my friend's truth. let's go to cannot place and see if it's still there i say. like a plop it'll be there says cow, and she's right. why's it following us? i stupidly wonder. that's what pollution does says cow. follow. until one day it gets tired of following and begins to lead. and when will that be oh cow? i ask realizing my companion's something of a sage

who can know the mind of garbage

and who can reason with refuse

only those who eat its bounty

and graze on its tutelage

says what might be the moon

pollution speaks i gasp. everything speaks says cow a bit condescendingly. when will this happen i persist, when will garbage begin to lead us? but cow's humming nursery rhymes from udder perdition and instead of talking we watch the coagulation trace unknown omens in the bloodgrey sky over a sick & texty earth

an uncanny family of the rabbit biome at dashayogssimagat temple

to be a debeliever in christianity in rome in 1313, to be a debeliever in capitalism on earth in 2020 

to be a human debeliever. no one else cares about capitalism other than in terms of its genocidal effects on them

impossible to debelieve. to want then to debelieve. to debelieve in the capacity to debelieve and remain biologically alive. to detest having to believe. knowing any protests, subversions, heresies, terrorist acts – however external or internal – are wholly destined to be ineffective at best and at worst used by capitalism to further itself. so one does the only thing one can do – one goes on the interior paths. for while no more effective, while no less usurped for use, at least something is constructed – however doomed – that says – though in another world – no

the different tactics and strategies for martyrdom, survival, subversion, play, desire, dream between rome 1313 and earth 2020 debelief

for some time in istanbul i have vivid memories of jerusalem though i’ve never been and develop a convincing narrative that the cocoa chestnut merchants of istanbul (they are only chestnut merchants but when chestnuts are roasted they appear to be coated in chocolate) are from jerusalem and at nights cross the bosphorus to hang as bats in a cave in kadiköy. while implausible the story pleases and i spend hours walking developing the lives and troubles of these misplaced and transmutational peoples and as i pass the chestnut merchants i smile and though i don’t buy any chestnuts they smile back. we know, the chestnut merchants and i, their difficult origins and nocturnal rites. i can’t participate in them, for i haven’t shared in their travails, but i can ask what’s it like to be a chestnut merchant? what’s it like to be a memory? what’s it like to be the bosphorus? what’s it like to be a chestnut? what’s it like to be a ...?

i watch time crawl along

the edge of death without ever falling

in and think – if it were me
there i wouldn’t be so skilled, crawling

i have a date with the sock factory today

the things that people say you cannot do

i don’t think outside the box, i think outside outside

she who saves one life saves the entire world

an istanbul street

cat behind nairobi carpet

import merchants eats

the little black train is coming

travelling alone, unfiltered. to immerse oneself in polydimensional dream ... to maintain reality as a question, substantives as prepositions, to place i in the question of eyes, to simulate the mind of rivers, to present humanity not as gift but mirage, hallucination, plasmatic text

corona adds yet another dimension to the already loaded airport process. in delhi i present six pieces of documentation to the immigration dood before i’m let through – including a form validating i’m low corona risk, which has been stamped by health officials after being processed through an earlier lengthy line of laser beams being aimed at my head, interrogations (and similar processes already experienced twice in kathmandu)

what is this, my seventh time in delhi? and the first i’ve arrived when i don’t hate it. don’t i keep returning, fascinated by my hatred, compelled to recreate this monster as something i can relate to?

apophatic machine munchies

there are the young and boring, and there are the old and boring. the young and boring i can sometimes tolerate for 3 or 9 minutes. the old and boring i can't tolerate at all. why is this if they're equally boring?

an indifference to self is in direct proportion to an apophatic immersion in self

the young exploit this knowledge mercilessly. this is their innocent vanity and antidote to the preposterous wealth of the establishment

the orthodoxy that there's only one world, this world. and thus i must adapt to it. bullshit. no art (or much of anything else) would exist in such a spiritual-aesthetic straightjacket. consciousness, imagination, wit, subversion, play, creation - they're all of other worlds

the hello boat? of veri nici shifts to the smoke hashish? of cat human sadoo. and so my response changes from my name is not boat to a robust you bet i do - which in its enthusiastic explicitness shuts the merchants up

i too am ageist. i shun the old - not because they're more boring than the young ... but it's this quality of the notold - the power to believe in things (which if it lingers in the old just seems stupid) in the oceanic nothingness of their bodies - that i suck on like a perpetually reincarnated planet on the teats of the universe. (there are tricks for maintaining and even increasing this quality along the biological path. they're in code, not much in words, and seekers after them must learn the dark languages light speaks

when i'm open to conversation with tourists while travelling i stay in hostels. but in cat human sadoo i intentionally stay in a comfortable quiet guest house whose clientele primarily consists of the old and boring. this grants me the abyss of undistraction. i ensure i look as crazy as possible so that no one talks to me. their overheard conversations - which i tolerate to a point before putting my headphones on - are hideous

mary got a new french bulldog

but the skillset of doctors ...

just terrible what's happening in china

i read that churchill said that fear ...

don't forget to use your hand sanitizer

thailand's just lovely

 

a recent issue of partynepal magazine has young beautiful nepali saying the same things as the young and beautiful in magazines everywhere. come on. young and beautiful and magazined. surprise me

dat cat can moo

and matt can do

in kathmandu

and you?

another trope i've begun using is to say i'm from jupiter when asked of my domesticity, that i've come to earth because we've heard humans aren't taking good care of it and we jupiterians are concerned. i've got engaged in numerous lengthy conversations with this as a starting point. some seem, especially by the end, unsure whether to believe me

a related mythology i've developed - in response to the now routine offers of hash - is that where i'm from our kitchen sinks have nine faucets - for water, absinthe, psilocybin, ayahuasca, mdma, lsd, caffeine, hash, tobacco. on my planet starschmucks offers bhanguccinos and hash lattes. etc etc

at swayambhunath stupa a local engages me and we talk for half an hour about ecology, consciousness, politics. then the expected happens - he hawks holiness on me and tries to sell himself as my guru. i laugh and say i don't believe in holiness, at least in humans. maybe in mycelium. the conversation ends. capitalism again announces itself as the only cataphatic religion left on earth

to the carnivorous religious - you've been a {christian, buddhist, moslem, jew, hindu, ...} for how long and you're still obsessed with stuffing? (how quickly kenosis becomes forgotten, ... turns into concept, abstraction, disembodied knowledge)

the walls are thin in the guest house and the couple next door after conversing tediously for an hour have if possible even more tedious sex. 4 little moans from her, that's it. then someone goes to the bathroom. then she pukes all night. i want to see what they look like, i don't want to see what they look like

eye ear u doodoo

 

the middleaged european male tourists here - gross, beefy, jowly, like loudly talking statues reciting scripts that should never have been thought let alone written. like wax sculptures in the colonial archives, with an 8-track on infinite loop playing, made of their own earwax, the dumps, hoards & anys, balls'n'arrows of a meaty overcooked stegosaurus with too much sugary testosterone sauce. someone needs to spraypaint them pink, put arsenic on their testicles, wildflowers in their maws

why is kooba so much more difficult than asia?

no english no wifi no food

sand clause 19 of the beyond neetch

i was hoping you'd stay away for a while

it's fukky and i'm back with diaper, we're here on k2 ...

... you just want more lethes

time to be current diaper - what's the latest on corona?

do mystics believe in currency?

you can't escape some sort of exchange

i'm on the cow and flow not dow

you've always been a savvy investor

explains all my assets

you think corona's the thing? - what all the prophets and sages have been predicting, hollywood's been exploiting, humanity's been avoiding, what ...

... it's ridiculous - we're on the peak of k2 and even the yaks are wearing masks

the monks too

so much for monks

heard the one about the monk and the 7 billion and 1 virgins?

he loses his mask right

fear's more contagious than corona

and far stupider. a billion animals - including the critically endangered - died in the recent australian wildfires and hardly anyone flinched. humans just kept chomping, consuming, polluting, dominating, posting, blabbing. but 4000 soso sapiens - hardly even vulnerable yet - die and humans across the planet panic. markets tumble. hate - already rampant - rises. institutions spring into action. idiocy increases though one would have thought it couldn't get any higher. what are we so concerned about?

ourselves i suppose

but what is ourselves?

isn't it obvious?

what's most obvious is often the least

don't get parabalistic on us

reality isn't as real as you think

that's a dangerous thought

thinking's dangerous until you think thinking past thinking, then it's just thinking

sounds like the high digger

struck me as rather plain, not that high or much of a digger - more like sin ought ra who got stuck in the bog of german substantives

a lot of teutonic sentimentality mixed with all that witless genocidal ponderous abstruseness

oh well, helps the academy continue thinking it's clever

you're avoiding the question

the question's a void

what do you get when you cross a question with a pandemic?

knock knock

WHO's there

solved your own riddle

government will be useful to a point, then it'll be useless

circle of life. the daoists of course extol uselessness

sure, and daoism hasn't even broken into the top 5 religions

it's not big on lists or stats

back to corona

yesterday you wanted lethes, now you want coronas, you'll want buddy wisers tomorrow

la fin du mondes

oh the cue beck quaquaquaqua

where's lucky when we need it?

we're getting too literary fukky

back to basics

too plus doo equals acedia

the new math

what do you get when you cross acedia with a seed?

germaine fear

outdated reference ... second grave binarism

germ beer

we're not wearing masks

the whole world's a metro

for those who have the fare

here's shibuya station

the driver's a yak

i only see masks and eyes

niqaabs have always been sexy

should we get off?

i liked k2

you know what zarathustra says - can't stay on the peaks forever

if there are no valleys there're no peaks

only metros and masks

and eyes

and the poor

and the young



and death

knock knock

who's there

death

death who







you're right ... i shouldn't have come

i'm getting off at shibuya

i'll ride for a while

without a mask?

my eyes are my masks

i'm with you on that one, see you fukky

jusqu’à la prochaine la fin du monde la couche

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Ə pig log

 

i have often laughed at the weaklings

who thought themselves good

because they have no claws

 

we are water, fart & plasma

how can we have claws, goodness

or even thinking?

 

sand clause 19

beyond neetch and neetch