THE ROAD OF EXCESS
12/7/2024
UNTITLED Con/Jur/d, 12/7/2024 words looking for a home won’t find it here, SCAT SSs SSs GOOO away! they flutter off, leave us wordless untitled, SILENT without the language to separate divide, name it, the snowflakes fall (ONLY HERE) WHERE ARE YOU? don’t worry, we’ll name it, ‘untitled’ and we’re back! As if we never left wait. wait. wait. Whose life is this? NOW we get, how it happens ALL OF A SUDDEN
boy sit pretty though Con/Jur/d, 12/6/2024 not really, just join the conversation the LONG Conversation, the one began before we were born, the one continuing even if we all die together, among the Cockroaches and the Future Crabs who won’t let themselves be sucked into (sucker PUNCHED) THE single point, the LARITY without the HIL or any contours or topographies A FLATLAND------------------ LIFELESS WITH those arms, they’ll evolve to think spatially, their Leonardo will work in 4 dimensions their ARDENTIS CRAB will move around an axis, and they will never make the mistake, this marble, lost midway among countless galaxies and stars, is the center of anything, we mean THEY WOULD SAY IN THEIR FLOWERY FLOWING CASTANET LANGUAGE (TIME) of course, (TIME) can you believe, they still used (THOUGHT) CAN’T HEAR IT ANYMORE we’re back, with the bombs, and the landmines the drones, and the screaming punctuated by text notifications, new television, and rehashed movies, another someone somewhere discovers the heroes journey and thinks it may be a way out while the rest of us keep decorating our cells with cut ‘n paste culture, calling it creative and ART No, we don’t know where or how it comes when you sit still and listen: Here comes another one! …boy sit pretty though…
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 12/7/2024
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