eaten doodaos grın pılly tralalas

 

the most noble sarcophagı are those whove forgotten theır dıssolved ınhabıtants and pronounce through moss rubble and theır frıends through green sılence the lıquıdıty of names

some names tho should be preserved

 

the more one attempts to chısel name into hıstory the more weeds laugh ın the den of the assumptıon of the sun

some dead remaın as ınhospıtable ın theır new homes as theır old walk on by

 

 

 

 

 

the monuments that declare clubıcal solıdıty economıcs poofessor member of the academy of upper fartısts princesses & princi svp of drıed plums worker of the central commıttee of the communıst party of fraternıtrea 

 

the doubly caged dead

 

 

the least offensıve epıtaphs lıke

to our presıdent

love the tornado survıvıng numısmatıc custodıan assocıatıon knıttıng club

to the extent lıfe can be real anymore theyve done ıt

jesuss omnıpresent lıke daddy but wanked lıke a green schmuck

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the dead look at me as ıf ım a qr code some squıgglıng of black squares agaınst an ınfınıtely dıstant whıte background no fıducıals no one scans me the phones of the dead have also dıed

 

 

 

 

 

and last to the frıends i make

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

tralala veıls of a pılled doogrim hell

to travel to socialize is the only dao to travel but to socialize with the dead we dont mean the mundane dead who in the common tung are called the living but those whose tents are pitched in the community of graveyard and whose travel destinations are you

 

visit them at home when theyre relaxed and sipping their favourite potlatch dont be shy dont lurk outside go behind the stone and chat with them in their boudoirs and recreation rooms dont rush to those who were obesely named whilst vertical like some naive neophyte but seek those who had little distance to travel from life to death here youll hear more truths of vitality inside the veils

 

dont knock loudly at their thick doors like some clunkophile they have no ears and require different forms of communication if not familiar with those forms quest the texts and classes on their langwiches these arent orthodox or obvious but are free in a sense and everywhere and radically uncrowded

 

graveyards are one of the few venues remaining whilst travelling that dont demand an entrance fee and once inside no hawkers tour operators hidden costs* rarely populated with the dimensioned motile except those very few sites data tells *t ou r ists to flock n gawk to with their clickowowziegadgets avoid the daodaos to & from and fifty metres or so around these sickophagi and retchotaphs and youll be fine well fine as fine goes in the nethermind 

 

shut up and let them speak dont be a crassologist and yak your emptiness like the frantic mortalized and usual use your ears you hyperovertunged whilst you still have the opportunity to operate them

 

herere some glimpses into our grimpillings on the graveyard dao much of our intimate wyrmside chats are recorded elsewhere for sa doo if anythings about the daoyard gab were showing here instead tiny ıdrops of some visibilized portals to entice mayhaps the wee minority of you given to altered langwiches to walk the ıdao inside and down

 

this isnt death tourism dodo though mayhaps its death dada or poop the pill or grim the brim you scent the seen and rent the seems thatthis sasa unseen letsgo

 

by here uz mean next by next uz mean pics med cummentary cuming soon und knot yoja

 

 

 

 

*except the very hidden except uncanny tours

sex travaıls of a pıllıng doo

on t1 i dont think any more can get on but more get on a g and bfriend nuzzle against me smooching with a faith only the juguth can juggle when he turns away for a breathbreak all i have to dos slide my head slightly to the right and g and id instead be smooching a kind of meat mysticism occasionally gs and my eyes meet mm apart in any mutual gaze this proximate our clothes should be off

 

except perhaps in macadade the entire species stuck to their phones like oobleck old young poor rich intelligentsia artisans muckissimos i find a specimen on the tram phoneless utterly phoneless clutching its flowers a citizen of nothing i stare at him as if im seeing christ being reborn as a baby pretzel he seems to have fallen through a time sewer a ceroplastal replicant of the impossible

 

for a hermitdoo grimpillings necessary as an embodied admission of its insufficiency it needs the worlds polyabjectionalities as biospiritual fuel periodically to upset ballast and balance this may seem to go against the daodoo principle of knowing the world without moving and perhaps it does but that principle birthed in a geoconsciousness in which diameter between meat and meat had far less distance to travel than it does todao we add the prosthetic of abyssal travel to enable diameter sufficiency in evervasting esotatica

 

phone and covid fornicated to birthufacture a mutant child of mysticism and those of us born into mysticism long prior to this fornication gaze at our vivisectioned quartersıblıngs with deformed inarticulate wonder infusing horrors palpitating in the forever calloused cracks of time

 

the parks with nobody inside them

threescore and ten years loom like a chronosaurus just over the doubt of a horizon i see its nostrilsteam a kinda patapunk laughing at me like clubbing juguths & here in many theres in yrups architected vamati where loomings spun a present so sticky with timing flies nothing moves in the entitled dysentery doo looms loomings like an indistinct inspection or shadowy embargo

 

*t ou r ists flock to where theyre told to flock by data that obediences what makes them *t ou r ists theyre datarists nodes of the datumarchy grimpills butre blown by windspirits elemental voices rasping and so *t ou r ists rich refusees are one for they all flock refusees in frustrated desire *t ou r ists in nominative mobs rich in glazed privilege while the grimpill stumbles stuttering many walks away from flock this wraith and eye of dedesire doos that de

 

if travelling in this patacized meat does anything it convinces of the sameness of the worlds pluralities not to reduce the fact that cheese in eritreas one thing and maseru another or this figures celebrated there and that one here we say ja they say si but that cheese is cheese celebration celebration affirmation affirmation i eye and the differences while transactionally important meld the more one grimpills into a schlurpy chronotemporal schlöpasbōrd revealing the chestbeating vomitrocious temporal blabbalo of border and nation as eternally otiose the only important variations seem to be temperature how naked can i get and drukQs can i buy and smoke weed eg without trouble or recrimination the first indicates meatal comfort the second spiritual generosity

 

the constantinople trams twice as crowded as five years ago in five more the whonyms willve burst the tram as a species into extinction and therell be just glommed people tracking endlessly around on the rails of nowhere the final community

 

soon doohaps

hanging with the globle dead

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travaıls of a doo pıll ȷıve

the pressing feeling that by now i should speak all langwiches at least 20 or 30 that i donts a great shame my greatest failure blights on time a waste of mind

 

sa leaves weedoos dans le monde entier wee cloos petits indices à un autre esprit

 

in doopilling to make all places the same all flights drinks cities metros langwiches cafes to mysticize movement until it becomes apophatic to turn meat and the spaces it inhabits into oneiricized hyperbolic verdancies of collapse to polish the dark mirror not to see night or light but enter the sameocene 

 

in global trips 2010 2017 2020 did we bring the phone maybe 2020 but it wasnt significant yet holy now phones wholly all and other containing everything id far prefer to have laptop were very fond of one another laptop & i but phone insists it must come with me instead im more expedient necessary irritating extensive indispensable sacred awful extending efficient compact portaled colourfully diverse communicative phone says no no can be retorted somethings happened phone no longer a phone has crossed over and become a totality weve lost all capacity to disclude we hold the singularity in our tiny gluttonous hands monolithic in its craving polyappity it casts us into that reversal disquieting history not where we gain a bioextension but the place in which we ourselves become a technospiritual extension of the necessarily reified other loud eidolons of fabricated fog we should pray to it establish temples die for it but we already do we already have we already are

 

its only the yrupeeing less powerful smaller countries where english is broadly spoken then eventually everyone does arriving in that ponderous wrinkled monstrous oppidum lutetia to immediately profoundly viscerally know english is as relevant as tas de fumier 

 

sa could live like this doo sapposes planes airports comfortable continuous alienations tiniest abodes a flaneuring nothingspeck the bereftness of the enterprise unlike home isnt given any opportunity to blossom as the enterprise continually subverts itself through technically unfamiliar scapes and figuring out how to buy an apple of course the argument exists potently that these subversions will themselves be eventually subverted bereftness always wins is history then an ironic commentary on the construction of illusory tactics to delay acceptance of an insignificance we werent born to bear

 

the apartment im ins <90 sqft but seems to have everything shower toilet 2 sinks frij heat etal warming appliances couch doublebed stools shelvings everything ie but space the antique elevator in the complex says three meats max 220kg but three in it would be sex its so intimate ı urgently want to wank upon entering living here as home might require building if possible a loft for the bed but more importantly removing the part of the brain that remembers domestic motility in order to accept bumping cramped contortion as the inevitablized way

 

grimpillings less travelling across snapped geopolitical defınıtıons than through apparent difference into tectonic cadences of traces of langwich and there finding tools to paint sensations on the canvas of the meaty soul through absence and in that absence sketching the abundant present

 

o dooling wanderer

ı wonder

y cities sparkle like materiel of predilection 

a conundrum gently drugging like

e lysium bathsalts and

u high on morpheme like a monk

 

jesus saves us from the metal wyrd

to dump us in a vat of merde

no one knows when they will cum

to squirt their bliss upon us bums

 

never nigh and never end

walk into the phone strange friend

and there forget your song 

 

thanks ama ocloo of tıdy crumblıng nıght

how the black squares of death speak ın the vestıbules of voıce