the closer i stepped
toward actual oblivion
more quickly that i seeped
through cracks cum rivers
enthralled in weightlessness
on a channel of quiet souls
who're going the same way
the means match the reward
the choices that i made
or opposites thereof
arrive at the same outcome
my smile is forced
but not by me
a skull has no lips to close
I'm already stepping into uncomfortable territory.
She used to do the grunt work only. Not anymore.
Contact my avatar for:
Collections, deliveries, bad news
Don't leave without your
emoji
How do you think we've stamped out war?
My hooptie became a car on TV the day
You know what day.
See her not me for appropriate conversation
Tell her what time it is but please ask me
For filling in bullets or text boxes
She can process billions of detoxes
painlessly.
Her secret i believe involves numeration
while i'm more ABC. Submit your evaluations
to my avatar.
What if the only way you could have me
directly would be
in your arms?
by Donna
This time, Missy had not wandered in absent-minded reflection to end up at the cement railing around the back gardens overlooking the sea and the sunsets. She had deliberately sought it out. However, she did not form this plan into language, even in her mind only, because she knew that he was, in many ways, all-knowing.
"Talking to yourself again?" answered Mike, not-coincidentally happening to be coming back again, back up the path from the sparkling meditation pool, wet and naked.
"Of course not." Missy could shoot back with earnest pique.
"Oh, I didn't mean to..."
"I speak to Mthyuh, of course, and the Hearing Deities, to my blood soaring high above, and to all the listeners and those who listen in The Known Crack and beyond.
"Lavajraja."
"Vajraja."
Wehma Innuhneh
[The contents of this post have been abruptly and censoriously removed by the MPS.]
"But I want to acknowledge now, to myself and to la Mthyuh, that the choices I've made were bad, but not mistaken. My actions are mine and they are deliberate, not inadvertent, careless, reactive, manic, depressive, involuntary, sleep walking or flying, not prompted by hunger, thirst, lust, or...
"Wait. Yes, today, my actions were prompted by hunger, thirst, lust, mean spiritedness, irritability, and also a strong sense of justice along with the attitude, however realistic, that I've nothing to lose."
"More like no one." It was Mike, coming up the path from the pool. He grabbed a length of passionflower vine from the wall of the estate to wrap around his naked waist because he was a good and honorable man.
"I didn't know—I..." pantomimed Missy, freshly manicured, in a startle pose.
"I have enough K blood in me to speak with my mind only," explained Mike with his mind only.
"There's a really lot that you've got, isn't there?" Missy let herself blurt out.
Care for your medical emergencies will be administered as follows:
Humilderies (non-wound related, unless surgical, viral or bacterial infections, all mental health gripes, transplants, mysteries): Report to your district's clinic-cantina or the centre indicated on your W.A.S.T.E. papers. We have regular drugs as well as a full complement of palliative applications and potions to help get you through this humiliating loss of control over your own health and back to living and working responsibly.
Miracles & blessings: Please report to Central Shiv Joint, MPS Village. We'll do our best to process your miracle or blessing with the respect and reverence for which you've been chosen. Our services can include (in return for registering your miracle or blessing with MPS Ministries): scar preservation and wound color retention, healing-in-place procedures to help you retain and leverage all received limb and/or spine morphoses permanently and in accordance with lavajraja (say "vajraja" here), prosthetic K5000 signals that can also help you retain mobility, retrieval (if granted by predator) and pickling of lost body fragments through certified MPS processes and authority, and discounts at any MPS pilgrim's hut or hunter's burrow, as available, for all future miracles and blessings alms tours you may find yourself up to embarking upon for a holy and prosperous career toward La Mthyuh. If you are blessed with any future events such as a targeted beach dump or punishing splash at Fire Shore, we will provide all required apostilles and transmittals free of additional charge.
a generous bloke next to me
a jar of valium for free
non-stop kicking on the
screen, etc.
my own knee could barely
fit between my ass and the
seat back in front of me
and my high-ass wood-
block heels, and so on
because it was my city
and as a child there were these
shields around me, e.g.
being on a ledge that was privy
as in likely emergency
by Reptily
Not even as it tracks and adjusts the movements of your limbs and spine?
Those are behaviors I'd never elect to manage even if I had the choice. Braino is vastly more powerful wherever the K5000 can underwrite some of the grunt work.
Know and name thine enemy, dear friend. Even if you'll have nothing to do with lavajraja.
Vajraja.
I know that you can say it and that you feel good saying and having said it lavajraja.
Vajraja.
Ok I better sign off. You caught me at a very late point in my life this time. Talk to your minister of technology, but I'd scope it for early to mid adulthood. They're burying me tomorrow, man.
Oh, so sorry. For your loss?
No, you're sorry about interrupting me when I'm trying to die.
Ok. I do feel bad about that. Damn connection. Next week we'll find a much spiffier moment for the both of us.
Take care, Jan.
You as well, Dr. Thong.
[Add dialog Clip #] As I stand here on this steaming heap of rubble, all that's left of my family's vittles emporium, all that's left, perhaps, of some members of my family, I wonder how a man can speak still and bear the weight of this horror!
Indeed I wonder how a man can speak and why, apart from doggedly following ancient traditions, we must also submit to the murdering beasts that darken these skies! But I do not require light to see the MPS's treachery!
Why indeed do we have the gift of speech, unlike those dead just yards below my feet? May we speak so as not to kill or kill when they do not hear us speak! [create image: Jansdaad's fists clenching his bloody tunic]
[Add dialog Clip #] Jan Jansdaad, what can we do now. What is our response? [create image: turban-headed figure in crowd holding both arms high in the air]
[Add dialog Clip #] I chuck my dead into La Mthyuh. I beg that she eat me next. And next, all of you. And then we must destroy the K-5000! [create image: crowd of dusty and injured Jantownsmen shaking fists and shouting or falling to their knees and tearing at their hair; BKGRD: skies obscured by three colossal Ks drizzling rain-like urine] Destroy the K-5000! Destroy the K-5000!
Pilgrim 2: ...
Pilgrim 1: How about you?
Pilgrim 2: When i pray to either lachama or Braino or try and reason with either Braino or lachama, after a while, it has become a hypomania, or i enter a fugue state, but not voluntarily.
Pilgrim 1: Is it uncomfortable for you?
Pilgrim 2: What? No.
Pilgrim 1: ...
Pilgrim 2: How about you. You sound confused.
Pilgrim 1: Ya. Not feeling it at all.
Pilgrim 2: Well lavajraja is not a feeling tho. It is a dharma lavajraja la vajra of lachama.
Pilgrim 1: Vajraja.
Pilgrim 2: Remove the word should from your complaint.
Pilgrim 1: Huh
Pilgrim 2: Do it
Pilgrim 1: Sometimes i'm not sure if i pray to lachama and try to reason with Braino or try to reason with lachama and pray to Braino.
Pilgrim 2: You're good to go now
Now watch some frags of Jans early in their work mods mouthing off to assigned peers:
Jan: Why am I doing this, anyway? It's stupid.
Jan: That's darling: you deadhead marigolds like you've found the key to happiness.
Jan: Have you ever wondered what you're supposed to do when you leave here?
Jan: The shadows are crossing in the middle now. Before my rest period, they were far apart.
Jan: I want to touch you.
Jan: You know what? I believe that Jan and I are really not the same at all.
Jan: They still want us to do this, but we still don't want to do it.
Jan: If it were up to me, I would do this more slowly.
Jan: Sometimes when I'm fulfilling my duties and earning praise, I hate myself and others.
Jan: Why do they keep reminding us of choices everything is about choices?
Jan: Seems like the team's on board with personal hygiene but how about overall aesthetics?
Jan: Why do I have the ability to speak aloud?
Jan: Do we work here because we made bad choices?
Jan: Our avatars are really going at it. What do we do in the meantime?
Jan: They say that if it weren't for us, there would be too few natural hominids to develop into a society. I don't believe it.
Jan: They say the K5000 allows us to access parts of our brains not damaged by trauma. But what was the trauma? Was it the K5000?
Jan: What is the K5000?
Jan: What if the K5000 went away?
The TAKEITOUTISTS are having their day. You can't launch a proper religion from scratch, of course, but they say they have a precedent.
It's a religion in the smallest sense of the word. So far, all they do is walk around saying "take it out" without using their vocal chords. Try it.
I have tried it. It's catchy. Take it out. Take it out.
None of it would be possible without Mike of course.
Take it out. You said it, or we should say it: personality cult.
Say personality cult without using your vocal chords.
Personality cult.
...
Not as satisfying as take it out, but there are some consonants to sustain it.
Do we know what it is they want to take out?
It's a nod to shiva, of course. Their holy moment is during Days of Destruction.
So it splinters from lavajraja, which is also a dharma and more.
They want to escape the responsibility and commitment of a full-spectrum lifestyle.
They want to spin a prayer wheel in their throats and walk away.
Their fricatives are like sparks that could ignite a K's wake.
That would be reverse-destruction.
Reverse-destruction is on the path.
It's not retaliation but rather a pure expression of pre-inscribed geo-genetic patterns.
Correct.
So we can say it's an answer to the question. The question being, "What should we do with this?"
Take it out.
No, say it with the consonants only, against the roof of your mouth.
Take it out.
No you can still force some air, just no voice, and really exaggerate your lips for acoustics. TAKEITOUT!
TAKEITOUT.
I think that's more like it. But then, there's the other thing. Ks can't hear it or say it.
Anatomically? In that sense, it's deeply transgressive—and stupid.
I'd say we'll be seeing some of the costs of unseriousness in moons to come.
Phyliss [trans.]
Does anyone need reminding that the Jans are entities that uniformly express what the Institute has come to call mechanic-organic sociopathy? That it should be at front of mind for every anthropological cross-person and every ally or identity-stationed anthropod or anthrophile, whether or not you've got a card that says you've been anthropometrically cleared at birth, you know who you are. Do any of us need reminding that Jans do not have minds of their own, that they are controlled by a central mind that is itself an inorganic drone?
In terms of our species' understanding of The Crack and our dharma, lavajraja, lavajraja, whether or not you are a faith-testing rebel or a self-appointed messiah, lavajraja, even Ilyn himself would doubtless agree that Jans are reproducing at numbers that are not sustainable for our survival. In turn, there will be no Mthyuh, no true meaning or purpose, until we take out the K5000.
Ya is it freakish?
From where i'm sitting, i can't tell if you're coming or going. I mean are those feet in first position they are forming a perfectly horizontal line.
Well it's the hips you should be checking-- or not.
If your hips were any more turned out they'd disappear up your ass hole.
Thanks. You know they start turning you out as an infant before you have any idea of what you are in for. Who knew i'd be in flight going one direction, landing, and then taking off in the exact opposite direction in a matter of three tight beats?
And it's a delight. And you are a great beauty, not a freak.
Hmm ok, not what i was going for.
white blobs rose along the plinth of my spine
closed rose buds climbed up while standing
rolled W to E like bay clouds when asleep
white clouds feeling out a sound that beats
blobs white that grew from my own meat
used my vertebrae as a trellis or a highway
beauty masqueraded as a cause célèbre
pendant organ chandeliers merely decorated
the temple sealed in the slime of evolution
incubated seeds of its own demolition
dashing young trojans played the code and
won the day my defenses reeled and folded
to feel betrayal the mind wakes up with poison
steps away from its own vulnerable medium
formidably rejects the pale intrusion with
no choices but to challenge the illusion
the structure stands today ironically due
to the killing power of one they call the chopper
who does not discriminate as to whom
or what gets drowned in caustic dayglo color
how can the mind be sound in a perishable dish
the flesh no longer grounds by way of physics
a world view from a drain that led to a mission
to live beyond the end of a sound unfinished
by Ilyn
snake swallowing its head might
take only bowling to new heights
only being to overseeing
only believing to the thrill of policing
bowling with heads
rowing with bones
swallowing heads
boning the proles
rolling along
effing 150s
jacking the load
exhausting the road
rolling to town
swallowing along
taking it in
taking it all
taking it down
Anthel Mintic, M.D.
losing track i can't remember
who i am or what i'm doing
just to react is so unsatisfying
i'm caught in a chain and the links
are each one step to take because
i must find my journey my own
way beverage seat theme answers
mimesis n' catharsis chain
what else can i do today to
opt out of what you call my journey
i just want to stay here because
the universe is not expanding
nor economy nor knowledge
they just be jacked up and hurting
and that my friends is some bullshit
People just do not like me when i'm upset no matter how polite i think i'm being.
I get it, karen.
You a funny! This is a real thing to me.
First you are calling flekes people.
Wait, why do you assume a technology minister is a fleke? He is cross-species, and if you recall the Personhood Revisionary Statement they put out at Regulatory Shouting not that many moons ago, we're all people now.
No, i thought you said
I said i thought he was biasing me that's all. So ya i pointed him out in terms of our difference even while trying to avoid making that the issue by calling out his specific geo-genealogical identity. See even though i've been trying to return this pod for days and had to walk through a lidderal swamp to get there only to have him ask me to leave, i am seeing this as more than anything a breakdown in social-speciel communication.
Really? It sounds like you were taking it personally.
One does wonder. How one comes across.
Remember Ks use a template for communicating outside of their minds only. It's like they are forming their impression of what you're saying by peering at a set of very tiny holes of light in a pattern, not the entire picture the rest of us can clearly hear and see.
The same goes for me i suppose. All i could see was that he would not walk up to me and discuss the issue between us only. He yelled across an entire cave full of pilgrims and then signified me to them, laughing, as I waited far beyond my appointment time for him to bang the gong.
Obviously, time is not a consideration for MPS ministers especially depending on what their K mix is-- it may not exist to them at all except as the positions of clouds, stars, and moons.
Yet we are expected to get along or there's something wrong.
Sure if we're expected to get along and there's something wrong it's worse than only waiting too long.
Waiting too long to bang the gong when there's something wrong is not a way to get along.
You're right, it's wrong to belong to the ping-pong of common song without dawning on what's long been done to get along...
I sang a song so it wouldn't seem so long but that only deepened the sense of something going wrong.
The... prong? I'm sorry tong? I...
No it's okay that was good i feel a lot better now.
I love you Jan.
Me too.
fervor come from the gospel come from the ardor
freedom bought with the ardor sought from the gospel
blacking out socked with the spirit shot with the fervor
fever holds the bodies slammed by the spirit shot with
ardor held to the moment spirit expelled from the body
is a spirit bound to our inner selves as the gospel tells
fervor wracked with despairing exhausts the mission
ardor transcending despair billows to the ceiling
the gospel bridges despairing and the divine
ardor conquers despair in a holy pairing
gospel feeds the glow of an arid spirit
spirit free from the body and from the mind
the divine free of the gospel reordering ardor
ardent tears divined by the fire sublime
squalid fears of ardor tear the gospel
born of ardor come to cool the spirit
spirit free from the gospel and from the fever
ardor falls when the fervent feel depleted
MPS
though it's invisible we know that the gut flora reappeared
at the long counter at the portable oracle dispenser dispensary
either from one of the technological ministers or one or more
pilgrims trying to get in a walking tour of of the Lip of Mthyuh
for more than an hour afterward it didn't matter the source
for everyone who'd been there felt residual tendrils of
funk in the folds of their clothing in the hairs of their
noses and straight down into it's most familiar canals and
nurseries this is how a panic can start when it's a strong enough
bloom that it seems to take grip of any moist cavity when in
reality it only wants to live on the air enjoying its last few
moments of counter-action as byproduct of a predator's diet
[Traditional]
when we were not studying the situation but now that we've
concluded our study we are ready to announce that our
own chanklands strong community including every living soul from the
monument to jan jansdaad in we are all jan jansdaad now park at the
upper tip of mt. janjansdaadburg to the entire preserved bio-volcan and
anomalous geo-genealogical sanctuaries and bombing ranges in dubbaberah and
right on over through the cement mines and their educational sectors pocked with
bubbling acid and shark vines to the tourist districts with their
roadside live-curio kennels processions fully catered pilgrim trails and more to the
highway and its dead through all the fleke dry river towns choking in the
low chanks where the nights are long can produce enough raw materiel of
mutual Crack-wide obliteration to finally blast back our
previous final projection.
these clouds can only amplify where
many times they've been complicit
and the moon was surreptitious
this fullness illuminates the spectrum
engages against a magnetism
heart flares spit arcs of sentiment
gravity hovering between poles
the beacon demands the vigil
serene paralysis of waste light
light that cloys and begs unhinged
light that is itself a shadow
by Missy
You know how they say our genes predetermine our tendency to make the equivalent of a dog's bark or a bird's chirp spontaneously prompted by archetypal coding that makes the assumption that we are components of the same super-milieu in which we evolved?
Evolution does not understand that one day, switching out one solid foundation of accepted reality for another can be as easy as turning the dial on an oracle dispenser. And then what does your body do—this goes for now without mentioning.
What your mind does is continue to blurt out chirps and barks except in the language of the replacement super-milieu via the trans. Yes, that would be Phyllis.
Phyliss does her best with what she has to work with, which is of course her own native Crackological "toolbox" of societal and environmental imperatives.
Result being that her version is bound to be embarrassingly rough at best and diametrically contradictory to intent at not-yet-even close to worst.For example, maybe I'm in an anatomical phase where i can fit through the doors of a shiv joint with some colleagues from MPS. The imbibing and resting implements are close enough to my current physical iteration for me to make successful if awkward pairings with those devices.
In fact it might all be going real merry until i suddenly interject, "I am soo worried about Jan. I see him buying into a delusion, and at the same time he struggles with it morally. He's is in real danger of getting swallowed whole by the Promotional Materials project. And that's a soul thing."
See how that, then, was beyond embarrassing and into concerning land, difficult person territory, not-a-fit-for-the-team ground. I believe as well that the outburst was seen as a welcome self-effing by at least one other editor present, the vivacious and hungry Smiling Gal. Gal was soon promoted after a coup de grace at the subsequent after-work drinks, during which she pointed out that my contribution to Anomalous Fluctuations at Santorabo Chank appeared to be plagiarized, albeit from another dimension.
Now, i give you the next exemplar of Phyliss's good-faith attempts at channeling my primordial chirps and barks into language that is socially palatable, textually accurate, and environmentally feasible. You tell me: is my trans. busted?
Funny. I can't think of it. I can't remember anything. Bad memories only come to me now when they are unwelcome. I'm sure Phyliss is quite busy, and she'll get to my request at her soonest and my least opportune free moment.
at the crest of the arch into the room we eat in
not a flame a shadow that a wave of heat makes
i said it's a concern if i'm hallucinating and it's a
concern if i'm not hallucinating unless there's a
third possibility out there a dimension overlap or
pretty sure that's what it was because it just now
happened again not a flicker but a loop-t-loo of
time place and being i could be anywhere right now
this could have been ten minutes ago or 10 later who
knows here i stand next to a dining table policing
prehistoric beasts a trillion moons away but still
is it an auditory or aural-ectopic phenomenon that's
going on now like a scratching [i scream here loudly]
a splash of fur and bare flesh who's also losing it's
shit happens an arm's length before me and scrams
leaves its stench as well as a reason to grab a soap and
rag and that's where i get my warrant to drop poison
Every time i glance at the common oracle and see the ad about the shiv stones, i get measurably upset: just look at my enzymes! Clouds never lie. Firstable, the marketing Jans wanted to represent diversity, so they chose a fleke, fine, you hear the romantic accent, you see the pale skin, it's diverse. But then they have her use that lovely accent on a word that doesn't even exist, even though she might not as an actress even be aware that it does not exist. It is likely in fact that when she heard the word, it was unfamiliar. But your go-to as an L2 speaker isn't "that word doesn't exist," you know? Who are you to say it doesn't exist. You are the least likely employee to question authority in the best possible job and circumstance to question authority. Do you see?
I really like your nails.
Not this time, sweetheart. Someone's got to hear me out on this, and if not a fellow warm-blooded bi-species avian-reptile people-eater, then whom?
I think it's who.
Really even if it's in reference to a category of one i don't know. Another example when grammar only serves to inhibit communication.
Meta-grammar maybe.
See? You want to change the subject.
Because i don't want to hear about some ad you saw?
No. Because i want to reflect on the impact of that commercial effort on my senses of dignity and reality. You are especially dissociative because the conversation will inevitably end up being hot coal-chunks like species, gene topography, and inclusion.
I think they're calling it SIG-T now, so species, inclusion, and gene topography.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oww. That was deliberately and aggressively passive aggressive. Lidderly i can't even hear now. And we're covered with ancient guano dust from up top the cavern.
I'm just going to start, and you'll probably get into it.
That's what i'm afraid of.
You know that phrase you hear flekes say "If you can't take the shiv, then you can't take the shiv, but if you take the shiv, then you can take the shiv and live, Hank?"
Please don't sing it. And don't call me Hank.
Well, these moronic marketing wiz-bags decided they had to once again randomly change the preserved language into a cuter catchier stupider form that might positively affect sales but neither edify nor insult any further than that.
I've seen the ad. She's selling shiv stones by a sea shore. What do you expect? They change Hank to Jan. I know. It's not the same. I think Hank also sounded too much like yank. For the kids.
Oh, not only that. Now, every average fleke, and then all of their generations, will start to say Jan and not Hank. That's how the whole Jan problem got started.
Then flekes will start naming their children Jan or Jan Jansdaad, Jr. or Jan Jansdaad XLV. Then flekes will still continue gene-topographically to be flekes while taking on more and more the interloper culture along with its values along with no special value assigned to flekes.
They won't even know who Hank was and what he represented.
...
That's something they should know but not necessarily something that i know.
Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Phyliss [Trans.]
Jans are most afraid of a face that's vacant a face that to its owner is a forgotten asset
Those Ks that on approach can project at least a happy or upside-down happy face
Will be granted the highest honors for their sacrificial hunger and self-hygiene practices
Beast: if your face is vacant and you choose to approach these towns, bear down your lip
Focus targets early and carry on with a plan always asking can i get enough to make it worth
If not this then in 10,000 generations you will get a whiff and cometh again sniffing around
Maybe you'll find a house in Jansdaadbad with a broken roof whip up some high winds
Make it look like another crazy nature fluke tornado carries off nursery rhyme gone bad
Toddler reads to self as father disappears through damage never to return in living plaid
This is only one way to gather your men who make the strongest nests with their bones
If not never then in 100,000 generations you'll just as soon have cast aside such pursuits
After 99,999 but enter then a glade of freshened expectations and gentler recreations
We must first of all as a group establish ourselves among this world and Crack-wide
More than the horrific stinkers of lore and indeed a think tank of keratinized epidermis
Ks take glory in the fullness of fulfilling up to but no more than our allotted kill
See? And they stay on because even tho they are made with stadium poles and satellite dishes my hygienist at Friends' Hangar weaves them into my pyncofibers which lets me swivel'm up to perch on my ocular hood.
That's nice for you. My issues these days are with sweat pants. The Sisters of Mthyuh spent months churning out this pair for example but it really binds above the hip bone and may inhibit normal peristalsis. Too bad an entire species of rubber tree went extinct just to result in an elastic waistband that doesn't meet the demands of give and take throughout the feeding cycle. The sisters've made me two other pairs, the product of more than 8,000 labor hours. One opened a pocket hole after the second sea wash, and the legs so long i almos tripped and took a dive into Fridgeporcherator Chank Canyon, and they's gators down there.
That's what happens when you go out of your way to comply with outrageously cynical and degrading modesty directives having ceded your own sacred powers of life and death to those you could have eaten.
It's worse than that. It's not just the Preservation Society. We are not compatible with the throngs of Jans and Flekes who have taken over this ecosystem.
I think it's time we call a Moment of World Stoppage.
Ha no one's done that since the grown childless strike during Same Moons.
We must call a Moment of World Stoppage, the flekes must don their sacrificial hats, and we must demonstrate the power we've had all along: fashion-forward population flyovers.
You mean over-population.
Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Phyllis [Trans.]
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