only a moral interpretation of phenomena -

advice animals
you know

theyre only aphorisms
collectivized & anonymized

the characters -
well

every profound spirit needs a mask
he would be nonplussed
im sure

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an exercise in otherness becomingness selfness

how americans approach
their subcultures

emo
quit whining

punk
get a job

hippies
take a bath

indicates whats good
american

americans put up
americans have jobs
americans have hygeine

guess what

america you are weak
america you loaf all day
america you smell funny

pretty sure im going to jail for this one

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i welcome our beastly guest

mom mom
hey mom
look what followed
me home from google

fig9a protip copy image url paste into google images

pretty sure
the fuzzy one is madness

i like it

can we keep him

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Q

i am declaring a quest
well its been unofficial for a long time now
but im going to try to put words to it

question
1250–1300;  (noun) Middle English questio ( u ) n, questiun  < Anglo-French questiun, Middle French question  < Latin quaestiōn-  (stem ofquaestiō ), equivalent to quaes-,  stem of quaerere  to ask + -tiōn- -tion;(v.) late Middle English  < Middle French questioner,  derivative of thenoun

quest
1275–1325;  (noun) Middle English queste  < Old French  < Latinquaesīta,  feminine past participle of quaerere  to seek; (v.) MiddleEnglish questen  < Old French quester,  derivative of the noun

to seek, to ask

i am looking for the place where narrative comes apart
where it breaks down to speak as
so it were a machine

there are narrative machines after all
it isnt enough to put a machine system in the
hands of the proletariat
if you dont have stories

neither here & there
so wait
gathering thoughts

ok
im looking for the place where narrative breaks down
using language
which how
they say fighting for peace is screwing for virginity

so im going to fuck my way to a immaculate conception
only probably
not so immaculate
because where does narrative break down

but in the messiest places
where youre oh shit what is that?
when paradigm goes into crisis
where excession blows through
sorry was that your civilization
i thought someone was building sandcastles

casual autumn leaves
sorry was that your worldview
i thought someone was talking in their sleep

so twisting up gears until break
& maybe

more foresighted
folks will have
alter
natives waiting
when were done

cold from our work & wanting hot cocoa

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