alms scaduh donda flo
caint git change foa dolla no mo
cain goeda wurshi poda place will blo
Fo poke beggin ondeyneeze
Rich foke due in what deypleeze
Middafoke ackin like deyaint got tea
Gahdoan ansa buddy allway see
by Missy
You like to go around ramming your head into things don't you. You are like a goat. Who is neither playful nor aggressive just very rammy. Has long given up bothering to question it. Look at your eyes with the rectangular smudges for pupils. You have a free pass to insanity.
Re: Death of LaLa, turns out the soul sure it's great but does require electricity to operate. I think the whole school of molecules of carbon whatever carry the spirit intact to another place where it can then be rehydrated integrally have lost their case. And what would be the meaning of having a soul in outer space or without containment in flesh. Is the soul not rhetorically, culturally and environmentally enmeshed with the experiences of a closed-body, one-planet existence? Even after consummating its state of perfection in a graft with the godhead, what then would a soul do what purpose would it serve. The whole concept of purpose would be stupid. Even being itself is rendered ridiculous.
Is that your deal? Are you like already passed over and bored as shit?
In a higher ring of heaven perhaps you could hinge in with the total mind, so that your brain would be the entire universe, and that would be soothing or one would hope. Or soothing is a body-contained experience only and a free mind would be happy just thinking and shutting off its corporal support functions, double down on sensory and recreative voyeurism.
Or not because the senses? Also a contained-in-body reality. Curiosity as well undoubtedly.
The only other option would be at the very highest level, being and knowing everything. Which could happen without a corpus but sounds challenging and burdensome. And of course, why?
In this moment and place, my love is yours.
Donna
Hermaphroditism can creep out from between the folds
Her male structures burst upon herself and any nearby
Sisters
Pandolora do you cry? Why do you cry
You have taken back the reproductive process
Even though you yourself were merely a
Clone
The stress in your environment, not your life choices
A mechanism for spreading pollen to your generations
Supersedes genetic pre-decisioning and intended commercial
Purpose
por Sto. Rabo
ho reason is come t'dis
izza orbiduf d'planets
if we had some moons to keep warm all year
not tyrant stars that care not who we are
we'd have more room to plant and grow my dear
lunar together travelling far
i saw about moonlight
onna inuhneh an i
fell in luh thinkinuh
moonlight is a freak light it's a re-light not a true light mind
more moons would make the night a verdant brite-lit kind
enough for us to leave the stars and all their fire behind
moonlight onna inuhneh
freak like an immigruh
soun like a typo luh
no true flower is too flower-like no true home needs starlight
we used to be so burdened by the laws of nature are a lie
let's chart our own course thru the universe moons at our side
love that take away erythang
ner give it back
juss wen yr ship comin in, comin in
to keep you grateful love at harvest time someone must die
death sweeps you in its wings to the re-knowing of impermanence
and leaves you high and dry unlike a tropic island paradise
take R moons an go
grab some mo on d'way
harviss ery day
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.
They're expressing themselves or sending a message.
False messages with their teeth. How do you know when they'll attack?
You really don't but you have to also send messages with your facial plates and central mouth.
So complicated much more than if i would just be feeding them to Mthyuh.
Our objective is more sophisticated and social not nutrition.
I'll call it diplomacy. For this i can learn their false language. To serve lachama.
Remember they also know how you taste.
Yes after cooking. Or they walk around using our scalp thorns as penile implants.
This is the place to air those grievances for now. With me. And thorn farms come from barns and cause no harm.
They come from barns these thorns how so.
Think sponge sores that grow on cairns or warts on toes. They rear your horn cells in rows and harvest them like corn.
I went to MPS school. They said our regular subjects were permanently suspended due to end of days.
The days had already ended?
Well no silly then it would all be moot.
Do they still say that in MPS school?
I don't know. I am here to escort a flock to the end of days. Without looking back.
A flock of.
Pilgrims. All are welcome but few would survive long without knowing how to work the scripture.
The pils are born for that.
They say i was too but i'm a free agent now. Yeah. I take the stipend but that's all.
Not every crospee gets that.
Depends on what it is you're half of. Same as all the flekes get.
That's how they work it.
Ya.
You sort of look like a frail old giraffe.
Well. You have to pay to get here, and my youth was all i had.
How can i follow you if yer looking back Hank.
Where you wanna go Joe.
I donno yor a taxi not a beacon?
Just another guy on the path Jack.
Then what was all that training for.
I can see the path can you.
No but i don't believe in a path i wanna believe in you.
That's yor issue Sue.
You seem so smug despite heading for the edge Jed.
Someone's got to occupy the borderlands Jan.
by Phyliss, embedded [trans.]
If you purchased clothing or jewelry for this day, be so kind as to drop it into the furnace shoot near the exit of mausoleum, which is only a pop-up shop and will disappear also with no trace immediately after the close of services.
Remember that Donna spent her last living moments trusting you and taking comfort in your pre-mortem agreements.
How can you be held accountable? There are no lawyers. By your conscience. Idiot.
That's it?
Yes what do you think.
I think you're not dying any more than anyone is.
And while there are those who'll care...
They won't care more than they would for another bloke.
This is precisely why I don't think they'll mind signing on.
It doesn't help insulting them in the end does it?
That is my projected answer if any participant touches the How Can I Be Held Accountable icon.
Wouldn't you touch it out of curiosity?
Sure, I'd wonder how she'd had the spunk to assume we'd ask that question, especially if our signatures were so important to her.
And your answer?
That it doesn't take spunk to know that plenty of folks will touch the icon just because it's there. Right, that part's out of the scheme. But the rest launches as per tradition by smoke signal. Tomorrow at dawn.
And then?
And then, we wait.
destruction is a door and so much more
malfunction is but a single way of many
sabotage being other-oriented limits one
may your every thought and gesture from
this moment going on be soulless madness
not hateful not partisan not with pleasure
may you disestablish disintegrate and
encourage facial gladness in your peers
the end will come the foretold end of the
foretelling of that which has been foretold
and it can be in you the end is dwelling
and for once the strongest forces ever seen
will not only not live but also no longer be
except for completely and thankfully
blank in a vast gap at the end of history
Voice of La Chama
On the topic of trying to better animate my face, what exercises perhaps or massage schemes would you suggest.
As you know Missy i am a newly trained hygienist so i do not pretend to assume what will or will not work for any trans-species client.
You would not carry the pretense of replacing anyone on my nursery team or even my entire nursery team come your first day on the scaffolding.
I believe we are on the same page then. How about an exercise.
Ok then. I am all yours-y if you can handle it.
Remembering that I am not able to receive your thoughts by channel of our minds only, try instead to communicate a thought by moving your facial plates in any way that seems most expressive of those thoughts.
More likely i could possibly convey an emotion as they do in a cartoon.
Sure, that would be a great start actually!
...
Are you doing it now?
...
Oh good nodding, that is a universal signal in the public domain that you can always make use of when you mean either yes or no.
Is that it for today then?
...
Did you get that?
Oh lamthyuh, how could i understand?
But you did. You could tell i wanted to know if we are done with this crap for now.
But how.
I can aim and calibrate my facial plates to your own labyrinth of subtle muscular fascia which totally gives away everything you're thinking,
Trees started popping up everywhere with the accompaniment of fervid claims that it was the original tree or grown from a cutting or whatever of the original replacement tree. Groups described as terrorists started planting even more trees clandestinely until they were basically living in a forest of hearty native trees probably more what it looked like before they had come in and cut them down to grow food. The economy started getting worse because eating of the sacred trees was not allowed and there was no room for other food to roam or grow. Many were imprisoned for trying to lick the trees or strip and boil the bark of the trees even though they had never been grown or developed as food before. Why can't we eat the trees was the echoing question even though everyone knew that the answer was that we can't eat the trees because they taste bad and lidderly cannot sustain life other than their own.
Then The Crack spilled open like an ugly seed pod and there were actual foreigners everywhere buying up the trees and the land and the tombs. The natives started to lash themselves to the trees live in the trees give them names as if they had always lived together in harmony with these trees and were as one with their heartiness and value. They made a rule that any time a purchase of a tree or a piece of land was made trans-Crack the resident of the property from which the tree grew or the resident living in the tree itself must also be purchased and promised lifegiving sponsorship for life and also for their generations. In this way the natives who had invented the pump and planted the cool weather tree and worshiped the tree until first the pump and then the tree was dead and progressed to fascism and then despair became more highly sought after as living resources than any tree or archeological find anywhere in the Known Crack even though they only degraded all of the lives they came in contact with and lived as idle parasites in many of the worlds for millennia.
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