BOOK OF ACTS For Carnival, Side Show, Museum and Circus Con/Jur/d, 4/2/2026 “I don’t like ethnic food” comment overheard at a McDonald’s “The Government doesn’t get us -- there is nothing my generation like McDonald’s burgers and wants to work Gig jobs” French tour guide serving a Viking River Cruise population 1 _____________________________________ behind the Wizard’s curtain, lies a conman a churchman for nonbelievers, due to the inheritance beget by gendered hypnosis DRIVEN by a narcissistic a filicidal antihero who trapped and tortured a local mountain god, bound it, performed bonsai tortures, displayed it, like it was a universal, like a carnival act, the only adult capable of love RATHER than the singular branch of teratology it was the trauma trimmed neurology of one family’s DEMIURGE, the diminutive man is attached creating not only the Death Cult Singularity BRÄ bro, if you prefer, but the entire schismatic PATRIARCHY and their ANTI bishops both isolationists, with their hearts on their sleeves, misshapen, by the ORIGIN the original deification, the raising up of one WORLD, as the only world, the only world of science and faith bonded with pseudo separation branding, saying, yes to 2 fountains, sure they are separate BUT equal panaceas, calling any naysayers pseudoscientific, cryptozoologists, and conspiracy theorists, or just crazy or manic or best practice PARANOID for daring to declare, it could BE much better than it is, more equitable, a better use of this one life than enslavement to systems created by sociopaths, possible futures constrained to better fit us into their mechanization, their bordered fiefdoms, while our true inheritance is INFINITE whose expression was curtailed by our ancestors who worshiped, and not knowing any better, cyberized our biological imperative, installed systems of control, we now call NATURAL (even organic) but they didn’t have you in mind, only their agrarian litter child after child after child after child after child to throw against the conditioned violence, the STAYINGINPLACE domesticated brutality, the weaponization of convenience, ease, the fascist tendency to DE-CIVILIZE all who do not fit, label (diagnose) as rotten fruit bad seeds, invasive species, or in revolutionary parlance FREAK out of all the possible acts, The Book of Rewilding the most direct response to over cultivation, count us among not only the curated, but the curator, the curation and the direct lineage of the CURED
2 _______________________________ SCRIBBLED IN THE MARGINS OF (a) LOST WORLDS AGITPROP modified burn poetry, AKA found poetry by Con/Jur/d, on 4/2/2025 COMPLETE SHOW $10.00 (we can’t do better) Consisting of 2 GIANT PORCUPINES, "spiel" and lecture (black ops marginalia written on our gyri) NOTE: “I highly recommend the above attraction” W. H. J. SHAW (we believe we are not the sucker born, not created, see how language lies, creates; magicians only know how other magicians might do it not how it was done) Manufacturer of Life-Size Dying and Breathing Mechanical Wax Figures (yes, this is how monotheists think of us) Are a Moving a Breathing Marvel of Art! (we believe modern artists are somehow trying to rip us off, not adhering to the simple myth, creating their own cosmos/universe through L(loops)(loops)PS of creation/critique ) I Can Make Any Figure You May Want (on brand for social media or other enrepeneurial disruptions) MANUFACTURER (we are critical thinkers! modernities promise not subject to delusion or propaganda, we know we manufacture gods cultures, we know we might outsource to the OTHER, we certainly MEAN IT don’t manufacturer personal suffering) ALL KINDS (of) ILLUSIONS, MARIONETTES BLACK ART (oooooo) OUTFITS THE BEST VENTRILOQUIST FIGURES (shudder) IN THE WORLD (curated) Height of Perfection Superior in Finish, Durability to All Others (marketing as a noun, is always propaganda, and exclusionary a deliberate losing of possible worlds) IN USE (the) WORLD(S) OVER (© ™This Mutual Nondisclosure agreement (the “Agreement”) is entered into by and between YOU and US collectively referred to as the “parties” for the purpose of preventing the unauthorized disclosure of Confidential Cosmos as defined below The parties agree to enter into a confidential relationship with respect to the disclosure by one or each (the “writer”) to the other (the “experiencer”) of certain proprietary/lost worlds (the “Confidential Cosmos”)
HOME is where you make it Con/Jur/d, 4/2/2025 Started too early today layers and layers and layers overwrote, everything, our teacher tells the story of how she asked her teacher, like they asked their teacher, described as a fog, a veil, a dense OCCLUSION he grabbed her and shook the other hand waving away imaginal cobwebs, THERE IS NO OCCLUSION! like, when we were young, and felt an extra spinal nob, and freaking out the doctor said, NOT CANCER LET’S MAKE SURE, and the shot the back with full of Novocain where the synthetic fibers had BONDED with the skin, the time our FLANNEL SHIRT: Flannel was originally made carded wool worsted yarn now is made either wool, cotton OR SYNTHETICS burst into flame, at the old-fashioned electric stove whose state of I/O was indicated by an analog orange light went out several years earlier they cut us open, and at the time we compared it to how a leather purse feels being rummaged around in, feeling for change or a comb, or birth control now we would say, like a ventriloquist’s dummy who has misunderstood freewill, and where the WORDS come from. Today the ventriloquist was a bit LA DI DA if you know what we mean. NO I DON’T! Maybe, tomorrow less of the veil, more of the frame(less) empti(ness)
The Brick Wall at the Back of the Theater “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable” Frank Zappa Con/Jur/d, 4/7/2025 Rawlins, Wyoming woke up to use the bathroom in this generic, pre chewed hotel. Road food is affecting our digestion and last night, turning off the TV, the driver says I'm ready to be home, and as the navigator and layperson took the vow to leave home, we betray first principal of both to GO by agreeing, saying me too, no matter the direction of change inevitability of change, or freedom held hostage by our ability to change or be forced to pick through the breakage; the news came, some American Buddhists were organizing, getting off their zafus, was said, something, some thing, was said -- the Ox stirs, will be said, we greet all this with mixed emotions, samurai were thugs for the warlords, zen monks blessed the kamikazes, less we FORGET claim some manifest innocence to cover our ignorance, the baptized held the hot pokers the pitchforks, the rope the priests are complicit in the confusions of love, of sex of violations, we’ve all served coffee tea and pastries to Nazis, fascists authoritarianates, who taught you freedom was only the ability to buy goods from the impoverished to be on the road with stolen gas to diet by eating monoculture crops or to eat jungle fattened calves to value the strict dictates of personal liberation, as defined by Empire, monetized by Empire, enforced by Empire Until freedom and subjection are ONE We're all good Germans now. And we prefer the heretics, the Dragons arising, to the oxen who continued to munch on the dharma while Dragons gnashed and wept over another genocide, who understood the Anthropocene is not just about warming, but soil, water, air, energy FIRE pumped into protective pocket between the planet and the vacuum, knowing the weather to be bigger, less predictable who understood, our karmic position as junkies, repeatedly poking holes in this epidermal layer, until the body burns from the inside; Serpent Poets Drogonate Roshis, who see the unfolding, the root of this dis- ease and now that our souls have been terraformed, everyone is FINALLY getting hot and bothered, they are offering water, revealing the river all around us, and beating their wings, saying now that you have woken up to your condition what are we gonna DO? The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater. -- Frank Zappa
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/2/2026