wave it in your face.
Me have no plans for these moons minutes seconds to come besides
occupying space.
Freedom's not to run to roam not to walk away or come on home or
keep up with a pace.
an oath reaches the air and wondering
if the mountain is listening
all the mixes of genes and genders
trickle upward rendered by flame
disappear just the same
mother coughing up sweet poison
rings of voice on narrow ambitus
with Ilyn and his abacus
the prayer interrupts the transition
our mission remains at the border
in the naked disorder
gonna get a little of, girly get a little of, get a little of, girl
you know whatchr gonna get, gonna get a little of
from our God above.
boy oh boy i betcha caynt i betcha caynt you cayn't guess
whatchr prezzie's gonna be oh boy, oh boy this prezzie is
the biggest biggest thing you ever seen oh boy a prezzie
from our God above.
tranny tranny tranny whatchya gonna be? you a tranny that's
a very plain to see oh tranny tranny tranny are you granpa
or a granny whatchya got whatchya got tranny what you got
from our God above?
This meant that both private and public entities with private and public monitoring and recording operations could negotiate the content of your entire life since The Crack without your knowledge or participation. This would never do of course especially for those who could afford to stop it. This is what led to the Federation of Jansdaad Dads' (FJD) notorious assassination of Mthyuh Preservation Society Pilgrim General Chang K. Chang at Chang K. Chang Chank during Same Moons since many Same Moons now.
My associations prevent me from any movement at this time
Haha! I'm just asking you to get yr ass off my pijama soze i can put it on
And I'm telling you i have associations with moving my ass that are painful
Oh i thought you meant like your associations like friends affiliate joiny-join groups...
Don't get me started on friends and groups they all have horrifying associations
Horrifying soze i can have my pijama
In that if i move if i move toward an object i start to receive visions and those visions are flashbacks of horrifying experiences with the object
So it's not the objects really but what they remind you of
Associations
Uh huh. Pijama?
Let me ask you are you ready to move toward a fresh horror
No i don't like that
Then why not find a different pijama because i can accept it where it is now
Then i should try an also accept it, is that it
One way to move is to move on in a conversation
Ima move your face in a minute
I understand that you love me so your threats are more like caresses
For someone who is scared shitless you seem too randy
Don't get me started on randy
Tell me this do you also have horrific associations with moving away from rather than toward objects
No receding objects diminish fractally in terms of threat
I am going to walk backwards while you toss me my pijama
sloping mowed public grass
rectangle visible from the sky
dips and drains to embrace flooding
pulls in light public flotsam
which earns a municipal mulching
mown to fodder for new layers
there should have been an intervention
aimed at the plague in the upper tips
of the oldest circle of growth in the district
planted for ritual meaning or use
by native savages or civilians turned savage
where foxes and children ne'er do play
due to the border owners and their brutes
who claim and guard the plot complicitly
participate in de facto no-trespass
The immolation of innocence then turns out to be a central factor in so much of lavajraja.
We don't know that these creatures are innocent only that they are helpless to escape our will.
And that they seem to be born to be set on fire and smoked in a pipe.
Yes.
And that it's no coincidence that the molecules of their carbonated flesh connect with unique nirvanic receptors in cross-species administration by inhalation, sublingually or crammed into orifices.
It seems that way.
Of course who even thinks about it? Right. Hardly anyone.
Age lines gone develop over time on anyone i'm talking about unexpected lines and even deeper structural changes that are not expressed in any of my blood relatives.
And you believe that these changes have been the result of your lived experience
Right, because my predestined trajectory was corrupted and has continued to become so in a dizzyingly fractalizing pattern. My experience has been so different than lidderly any of the Jans ever.
Jan, i'd like you to reflect on something, and i want you to take your time to respond. Remember that you are in a circle of safety and respect here.
What is it?
When you say that your experience has been so different, i wonder what examples come to mind, examples of experiences, perhaps, that set you so dramatically apart, as you describe it, from your family and peers in the Chank Lands?
You are standing at the top of a gigantic scaffolding braced against the face of a high cliff. You have to hold on to a railing to avoid being brushed away by the wind from my nostrils. All that just so that you can look into my face as we speak. I can dart out my tongue and have you whole way in the back of my throat to savor all day if i wished.
Is that what you would want to do?
See what i mean? You wonder if i might ingest you. Doesn't make for fun family occasions.
Well, give me an example. Because apart from what you've just pointed out, i don't feel estranged from you at all. And we just met.
Ok, i was out on a festival day just soaring not bothering anyone except that i had to drop excrement and there was no way i was going all the way out to sea because I had to be by my Jans for lunch. So there was a nice anonymous patch of green grass aim fire done.
K's are notorious for dropping dung on undesignated sites. And it was festival so you didn't do the laughing cry, i assume.
Right. So i get to my Jans and Jan's like never mind we're not going. I'm like what do you mean not going where. She says ya we were gonna have a picnic but some mthyuhfarking K just dunged up the whole park. The tables are completely buried. Alls you can see is a flagpole sticking up there where the field office was.
Ah, yes, that does sound like a very good example of what you're talking about. Delightful!
It's one of my favorites. I love to tell that one. She was sobbing so hard but she held out the palm of her hand to signal that i should not come near to comfort her.
She cried not for the spoiled picnic, but for the devastating toll your genetic path has taken upon your most elemental networks and interfaces.
Devastating i don't know about that.
Certainly profound.
Ya, i'm surprised you would say devastating i had you tagged more as your difference has widened the diversity of the family or just one more aspect of someone they love etc.
That's what i meant. Of course. And you? How do you see it?
Sobbing is surrender. They have to be reminded to praise Mthyuh. I am not the reality police-- i don't have to be. My presence alone jars one into submission: to me, and therefore to lavajraja.
it's taken a while, but the good memories are coming on
all that cement, and then the stone, scorpions poisoned springs
there were words that were pictures of another tongue
i think of the smiling faces among the barbed warnings
a subset of the females was eager to bring you in
they could announce their thirst with bright scarves whereas the men
were so undercover you might mistake them for border patrol guys
working an angle down at the same bar as the wandering eyes
off the same parking lot as the hooptie-tel and the vittle grill
you can get your mom across or get off with your cousin's boss
there's dim lights and cold drinks like any dive in the heat sink
a private betting parlor more than a moment to think for a wayside crawler
there's a highway runs through
but it cuts us in two
there's a bridge, but it's costly to use
i'm a peacock on a road
you're the last horned toad
in a place that only we knew
by Silvia
Important shimmering of the regulatory codex happens between partisan representatives either in different parts of heavily wooded areas or at the edges of adjacent cliffs or even sometimes in abandoned bone nests, which can hang from the cliffs as long as the rock can hold them.
K's peering from the occupied nests lounging in caves or soaring above keep mostly quiet during Days of Destruction. Legend holds that the festival was designed for that reason: to hypnotize Mthyuh's hosts.
They wanted and needed to hypnotize K's not to have a big party but so that they could get done all the doables they couldn't do as random prey owing to the burdensome and costly precautions they had to take in order to take turns in an orderly fashion to calculate who can have a chance to be eaten next, and so on.
Plus, even a single K's earsplitting HAHAHA and its wingspan against the sun, creating temporary climactic changes and blinding darkness, all of that had an effect on overall sanity, even of pets, and this was the most caring respectful traditional way possible to get Ks to just stop.
Flekes themselves of course don't make critical inquiry upon their own generational habits and mostly consider the rather low chance of a violent, live blood sacrifice the least of their worries. The specter of living to a very old age is the greater terror.
The partisan fleke representatives shimmer the codex during the Shouting Moons from forest meadow to forest meadow or cliff to cliff and they must conduct the regulatory negotiations only by shouting back and forth as loudly as they can. This tends to keep the messages short and heartfelt. They all know the festival is only a weekend long. But they have needs, which tend to be generously met if they can get them across and back again, sometimes heavily depending on the winds.
The partisan fleke representatives must wear very bright robes as a sign that they are vulnerable and evocative to Ks and that their spiritual duties always come first. Again, these details are not on their minds at all. It's just another day for them. Some might find all of this fascinating and even life changing if they ever sat down to reflect on or read about it if, no that isn't fair: reading's not a thing for them. Maybe they might talk about it with another fleke on a break or, it is said, share it with their faces only.
During the Shouting Moons it's very important that you remain as still and quiet as possible. Ks nodding out during DoD can wake up. The whole idea is that everyone cooperate at this time, even guests. Allow Mthyuh's hosts to feel the tingling in their spines and pyncos. They say the regulatory shouting first started when the early flekes figured out how to distract a K for a few minutes by shouting at it simultaneously from adjacent hilltops. Eat me first! That is how that famous chant became part of the fleke daily parlance, especially during volca, when one may shout out Eat met first! and it's never a non sequitur. This wish must be at front of mind.
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