Mistaken 6/11/2024, Con/Jur/d Taking the luggage back to the car waved at an acquaintance, we hadn’t seen thus far this weekend -- You leaving? -- No -- Just acting that way? All weekend, we had the feeling of being on the outside, looking in, an acutely modern condition not new, just retextualized by modernity and the mass migration into the imaginal, the apparently boundless, borderless, limitless the physik without consequence allowing the most destructive notions in; the drug drunk understands consequences, in a way the book drunk, the god drunk the media drunk, never can we are born with a superpower, stolen by 3 COCK CROWS -- Doubt? -- Yes doubt better Peter had sacrificed the rooster to his ancestors than let the demon CERTAINTY in we once believed: THESE DIVINE LETTERS WRITTEN IN LIGHT WERE OUR SALVATION a lifetime devoted to exorcising this habit -- INTRODUCING THE SULFUROUS FIEND    THE TOXIC PRINCE, THE EDGELORD    INFLUENCER, THE SOULLESS    SURVIVOR, HIS MALIGNANT    MAGNIFICENCE, THE ONE    ( & only ) BEING RIGHT (without correction) even now, after years of ritualized undoing embracing de(ep) CONSTRUCTION it can still be hard to admit -- we were mistaken
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 6/11/2024