Art/Philosophy/Poetry/The Future

On the profane purpose

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What cleanses and who can be called on to perform a puerile cleansing? What could it mean to pray to higher beings when these higher beings are an educated audience, technical priests, that were trained to police an esoteric and feral language, only listening if it could be humanizing to stick together, clotting in the humors? Who chooses what’s human? I choose widespread assassination attempts on mirrors.

There’s not a death to be found. The bullets never ricochet.

I posit a demon’s equation shit + shit = immortality digitizing in funereal fonts. Verbiage tube leaking badly. Get inside my mirror.

Biology is conspiracy.

SAVE NOTHING FOR THE GRAVE.

Could this be CLEANSING us in our depths, preparing a sterile future?

Who is here to regulate and punish deviant communication?

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the gene pool chlorination. It’s war in me. Shelling cells. Seems like an overreaction. Winner take all. Scientists aren’t in us, cleaning code of dirt. Check your facts. The amniotic desert is in the center of earth. Thoughts do not influence the shape taken by ghosts that hybridize with arousal. That’s not based in

observable phenomenon or supported claims. Yes,

but….

Who is redeemed? Fucking joke. There is no deposit. Give me back my money. Never yours. Who’s then? Looks like you’ve got deep pockets. Looks like you’ve got a deep orifice. I haven’t reached the depth where implosion is a risk so go deeper. Who drowns by water weight? Never been underwater. What’s it cost? Would the policy pay out if whole continents sink? Cutting back is a sacrifice. Who lives by consumer rights? Who bears the right to consume? Those who won’t will be un-produced inward by the great consumption where there is no witness. No word but the word that feels, touches, and…
I witnessed this. Who is the redeemed? the VIRUS of
boredom is cathartic and irrepressible / always / comb thru the remnants / a solid collection / i can live off these for a long time / because I exercise / my right to consume / who will be



upward looking as always………
 
Look! Churning around on the page like a worm. Could it matter who matters?
Can’t be the only one / clamoring / to be flushed out / the worm hole.

Who is here to regulate and punish deviant communication?

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