Revel in the bogus delusions.

“A r t m u st de lu sio n a l! R e v el in t he all t h e bo gus de lu s i on s . “

it all depends on how you look at it
the patient
 
can’t hide
behind shared understanding 
is it shared
is it induced
can’t hide
can’t hide

if they are reintegrating
the dissolute
hauntings or mainstream hallucinations
or the


collages of denigrations
and


 aspersions cast into behavioral patterns
"Art must delusional! Revel in the all the bogus delusions."
i express internalized massacre happy yes thank you i’m happy you should be a nice friend
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  can’t go on   can’t there be    self-induced states
aim   aimed at the patient resulted
   in

the best dia gnosis die agnosis must stress to the patient there’s no known methodology to transfigure the ills of the social body the illusory cohesion of objects isn’t represented here

JUST PLAYING PRETEND JUST HAVING FUN

the illusory cohesion of objects isn’t represented here [or here]

     Object status is an honorable designation to flagflagelatteflagellate the patient

“Art must delusional! Revel in the all the bogus delusions.”

to diagnose the illness of the self is to interpret similar incidental behavioral patterns

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Artists are deluded in their opposition

who again is the patient

but their opposition is nonetheless sheer corruption, a value devoid of value.
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the social body

no, the patient must be a figure, a unit, a singularity, even it if it’s a

a wreckage

no one no one knows no one i express no aftermath no  wreckage not a scream i express no causes no beginnings it’s not a mouth: it’s not a valve it couldn’t speak i can’t expresss the end          it doesn’t look like a mouth, but as its stretching so far, end to end, it’s disintegrating no one

no one knows

no one

there’s no patient

here’s a good hiding place