Monday, August 28, 2023

Tomorrow at Dawn


The deceased asks that you permanently destroy all and any evidence that this funeral or her life ever took place. Please respect her eternal privacy at this time and for all time. 

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. 




Sonic remnant trace dump B0003033
Location: Patio
Thought to be: Dr. Thong + "Mike"
by Phyllis [trans.]

Sunday, August 27, 2023

Destruction is a door



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

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

cartoon


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,



Wednesday, August 16, 2023

What happened?


They figured out how to pump cool air up from the tombs. They planted a tree that could only grow in cool weather near the top of the pipe and let it grow into a symbol and they began to worship it. Maybe it was a symbol of the spirit hope resilience etc. The generations started relying on the tree to explain what they couldn't didn't want to. In turn their own growth was stunted. And then the pump stopped working. As the tree died there was social upheaval drunkenness stupidity. Religious factions grew more cruel and warlike. Then somebody planted a native tree in the same place and it thrived without the still frigid air of the tombs so it became a fascist rallying point. It had to be only geological fascism because of the diversity of the community. Then the boundaries of the master plot came into question and many suffered and died lidderly on the boundary line itself so it was hard to tell what side they had been on. 

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. 

Monday, August 14, 2023

my struggle


In attempting to translate the random pigeonization and often mind-only chatter within the diversity of species and communities that share rhetorical moments behaviors decipherable codes or patterns here in the Greater Chanks Phenomena, I come upon a number of challenges obstacles. 

All questions of believability or or you know unreliable narrator etc. are obviously moot because I am the only person that we know of obviously who can do this and I certainly did not you know want this to be my dream job. 

Right, you might not normally think about me at all, my needs, who am I. That just means I'm doing the work at a good basic level. So please don't even reflect further on this topic. 

But perhaps for linguists or historians, the obstacles challenges can be roughly gathered from among these categories:

The tasteless vs. no-taste spectrum

My own prior knowledge skills or lack thereof in mathematics or the sciences or advanced levels of just about any topic

My own personal disregard, ultimately, for a reader's comfort respect or even understanding

My own vast deficiencies in capacity to understand or accurately describe these anomalies

The temptation to prescribe a template of my/our own value systems to a transdimensional context but what else can I do? 

Rise in affective filter while in MPS restraints. Remote muscular positioning gets me into the seat and facing the mirror and knowing that what i record must be contributive to destruction but my resentment at the mandatory nature of the task the punitive consequences for not carrying it out cannot help but trigger some fog of recreation. 




by Phyllis (embedded)

Monday, July 31, 2023

meditation on a fixed point



lavajraja both predicts and accomplishes total destruction

la vajra is a weapon and a darma and a universal microcosm

she is truth not love or only love of truth but truth for sure

she is everywhere so outside of time but the source of time

the mystery at the center of her spinning is my same mystery

it's not more valuable because it stops because she doesn't stop

there is no recycling of charnel beyond the gastric ministry of

la Mthyuh no afterlife of the soul because the only soul is la

Mthyuh and your precious journey to her bowel is lavajraja

even a dog can say vajraja by flapping its jaw but it does not

live by vajraja it is only charnel and not holy due to ignorance

but he is vajraja and his life need not prove an allegiance to 

what he is already a sentient being who is and can say vajraja




Missy

Thursday, July 27, 2023

manual course correction



We're looking at you right now, and it seems pretty obv what the deal is. 

Good because i could tell something was wrong there was a sound i tried to describe when we first spoke, if you remember, like a

Yes i recall that

Ok right that high weeeeeeeeee sound. And am i supposed to veer directly into the path of adversity?

Haha, well it's just that your autopilot is pretty jacked. 

Whut? 

At this moment it is trying to take you places you don't wanna go.

Well what's that gonna cost me?

...

...

It's hard to estimate the costs to you. If you're committed to going forward in this vehicle, it'll mean waking up, looking up, coming up for air, whatever you're doing, and just check in on how things are going and probably including a lot of manual course correction even braking. It just depends on how consciously and responsibly you want to live your life even if it's only yourself you have to take care of. 

I mean what's the charge. What are you charging me for this in shiny coins. 

Oh, no charge ma'am. 

Whu-whut? 

Ya, like i said, it can't be fixed. Just keep an eye out and drive like it's yesterday. 

No, i mean why did you call me ma'am. 



by Reptily-ily
"It's a Take!"
Chukka Chank Screenwriting Festival
Table 12 Leader: Vinnette Cotidiene

Sunday, July 23, 2023

She had been devalued by the light of the True Moons


She had gone to the festival like all the other drunken daredevils with their shiv-stained lips and hurricane-party approach. She had stood in the light just as foretold, and she was changed forever. From her own internal point of view. And therefore others climbed on that too. 

It felt like a normal light, as you'd get from a public oracle dispenser on white. But it had another purpose (we can infer for our own purposes despite complete unknowing being the moons' central fact): a purpose to make so clear as to be horrific, hell-like. 

It didn't just illuminate, and it burned, but only inside; it provoked some genetic changes that had been dormant to date. And would have remained so. 

I heard there were those who didn't turn away. 

Ya, there were the ones who stared as if i'd been asked a question i couldn't answer, and then they couldn't stay.

Because they didn't understand what was happening to you? 

No, because they could see the answer. They could see everything. 

So the ones who didn't turn away

The ones who didn't turn away just didn't give a shit i guess. 

Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 

No, but I'm saying, it devalued me. The light did. Sure it put me in a pantheon but where the other ones are dead.

So many others were made holy-hideous in the True Moons. 

Mostly flekes and the guy at the festival who was trying to save me. But i already had a place in the temple. I didn't need MPS to create a whole other branch to embrace my disfigurement. 

That's what you say now, Tilly. 




from "My True Moons Story" from "Hangar Hangs With Big Jan"
by Reptily [Phyliss, trans.]

True Moons


3. "True Moons"

The True Moons bring social upheaval across cultures at measurably higher levels than any other moons phase. These five moons congregate to create an intensity of light very close to that of our sun in a very narrow beam on unlucky persons places things, which immediately become too hideous to view, much less contemplate. As the moons wane, insanity can ensue. The beam's inexorable and unknowing trajectory leaves heartbreak and often suicide or land devaluation in its wake.

There is no True Moons festival. La Chama's famous speech named for the occasion is hypothetical, explaining the use of the article "a" instead of "the" to name the phantasmagorical event, as one would cite a fairy tale in a sermonette. 

Instead, lights are out and eyes are shut far before sunset across the Greater Chanks Area throughout this time. Sensitive persons should either take precautions against or heartily welcome deep vein thrombosis and sluggishness during True Moons. 

What seemed to be dead



As bright as any life-giving sun, ours shines a light that's

cold and desolate without the moons' generous translations

And where else but in a context of darkness?

In there we seek and uncover associations and recreations.


Only in the folds of unknowing can we find the space for

deep violet or maroon or escape from tyrannous reason

your dreams are the prisons you make for 

facts that don't fit disappear under examinations.


As the sun sets and the All becomes much more clear

We can shut our eyes and see that there aren't many differences

between what passes for alive and random projections

how what seemed to be dead drives your need for protections



 

by La Chama [Phyliss, trans.]
from "On the Occasion of a True Moons Festival"

Friday, July 21, 2023

Three Same Moons


2. "Three Same Moons"

The Three Same Moons festival, in remote Dubba Berra Chank, is distinct in that tourists, who are almost universally on their way to the Fire Shores Medical Museum & Scarification for a once-only lifetime pilgrimage and either get lost or have to stop anyway, arrive in Swirling Ponde dazed by travel and hunger, and by chance just as the procession toward the towne centre is getting underway, and are taken in by the elaborate costumes and somewhat menacing but compelling bell shaking and drum battering. A highly decorated adult bull would be at the front of the noisy caravan, trying to shake off his own bells, his own flowers. 

Three Moons is also the seasonal festival most likely to be left uncompleted by virtue of the ever-refreshing crowds of guests, how little word travels about the goings on at a sacred spot, and those innocent, bucolic opening moments of what turns out to be a march up to the ancient stupa at towne centre, surrounded by a moat. 

Even before arriving there, it is now known, the bull is goaded into becoming anxious with a rag soaked in menses slapped against his snout. If that were not enough, just as he's getting out of hand (and you might expect a bullfighter or other culturally appropriate heroic mime to play their part here and slay the agitated beast in the most skillful, merciful, cathartic, and beautiful way possible), the towne elder retrieves an olde pistol from a fold in his toga and shoots the dumb innocent proud strong patient vittle box in the head, twice. 

The bells and drums stop at least, and the marching as well, for a respectful beat. Upon starting up again toward the stupa, the merriment is swelling and drunken while the bull gets dragged off to the picnic grounds by dozens of children and a thick rope, and the lovely hand-embroidered designs on the backs of the costumes of the quaint olde country festival cosplayers turn out to be all the letter J, taking their true form at the height of the Jans' beige issue. Even tourists know the meaning of that letter and its legend, but not that it happened in this very towne of Swirling Ponde. 

Where all of the ancient Jan family potters and carpenters from the surrounding hills and the Jan merchants and hygienists and Jan tour guides from the comfortable homes around the center and all of the street Jans and manufacturing Jans, all the Jans, the original towne dads and dad's dads, were being mass-replaced by crusading Pharmsupply employees, who blamed the Jans for their own terrorist attacks against homeless non-compliants and forced the Jans of Jansbuurg to wear these gowns and march to their deaths in the moat around the stupa. 

Spontaneous mobbing of triplets in urban areas are overreported during this time. We now understand that relatively few actual triplets are ever involved in these incidents, but rather that the enthusiasm for being able to act out mass violent social aggression, in celebration of a deeply cultural tradition, on unsuspecting but perhaps naturally wary individuals or small groups, perhaps the kind that knows or thinks they know at some level they are indeed a freak or freaks, the chance to light upon them is irresistible to many youth and may even appear to them to be their purpose as socially responsible and deeply spiritual beings. 

Three Same Moons, or "The Ritual Mobbing Moons," occur when three of our smaller moons, Jan, Jan, and Jan, appear side-by-side in a beige refraction of sunlight and can temporarily be confused as to which is which—as can other random persons, places, and things at this time. 


Under which moons are disasters most likely to happen?


A disaster is a welcome vessel of destruction under any of our moons and/or moon combinations. 

Having said that, we can add that there is consistent albeit anecdotal historical evidence for the convergence of some disaster categories and a seasonal clustering with storied lunal counterparts above Mthyuh. 

1. "Fellow" Moons

When Hank and Joe take on a parallel trajectory coming at Mthyuh just before their divergence around the beginning of Shiv Days, there is the Festival of the Fellows, when naked satyrs dance while holding a medicine ball in place between their chests in the Dance of the Fellows. Since the origins of Peg, according to residents of the Host of the Fellows, Olde Jansbuurg Village, domestic restraining orders and inter-special peace treaties are often broken during this time.



Friday, July 14, 2023

The Known Crack


All the temples and all the shiv joints and hygiene parlors community burning collectives allied Jan Jansdaad Jans of Jansdaadbad fleke hunters associations and flekes who are hunted brotherhoods and sisters of la chama the shabs or followers of the cart and all the cults of illyn and so many more earnest and upright societies dedicated to the furtherance of mthyuh's journey of destruction contributed throughout 70 moons spun their good-luck homecloth cut up vittle sacks and sheets of fine woven flowers fluff from the garment recycle trap under the spinner that deals with all that annoying charnel that still has its clothes on each and every knowing one contributed to the project for a sociological movement to harmoniously doggedly and single-mindedly work together to create a very large adult diaper for Peg, whose internal organs had begun to both age and decrease in age every since The Crack was breached with the new arrival, a Jan, but from another dimension, a previously humble and self-satisfied existence in certainly one of the most uneventful holes in all of the Known Crack, and in breathing this new air, the becoming of an emerging crusher of worlds.

Sunday, July 9, 2023

Thursday, July 6, 2023

SKYCLOCK


Jan is standing frontally against the scaffolding at Missy's original cradle Friends' Hangar. Her lower body technicians are just finishing up on a knee-area scale cleanse. As fellow mixed-species with vastly different results they love hanging out and catching up during hygiene. Jan answers back from a more refined point of view despite the brutality and horror of her appearance. She has been tempered by a traditional Jan-and-kids lifestyle as a busy working mom in the outer chanks. Missy stands at the top of the scaffolding speaking directly into Jan's nostrils with her mind only.

and then they found themselves stumbling around in hissing rubble and my uncle said whut is my family's vittle stop a terrorist no it's the Jan's who are the terrorists

the past is a tawdry and ignorant place

well i wouldn't know i've been on Hopinna-Skipita so long it's all the same to me

so you think our perception of the past is largely dependent on brain chemistry

no more like dependent on whether or not yor on drugs

so you're on that

whut whut's the alternative is there now an exit ramp

no or else how would pharmsupply survive how would they save our lives then

if they thought of cures for everything

correct we would not be healthier we would be dead

because pharmsupply would be dead

no because they would cut their losses and take care of their own only

can i take care of my own only

no

that's a tough fact for me today

do you know the parable of Mthyuh flies on her own as first K

of course but what is it

she invented flight in that moment and she turned her arm in a gesture of nobility and inclusion and it blocked out exactly one half of the sun and the stripe across the lands created The Crack and The Crack created time and it was time the Mthyuh got some vittles jack

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 



by Phyllis [trans.]

Tuesday, July 4, 2023

short longing moment


they're shrinking the bandwidth for regret

and i only miss it in a short longing moment

but these i regard with due reverence 


all the violence demands a meaning lesson

just the yearly sounds of it to jump to the 

heart of it a meta-critical dragnet


pain sure pain was warful lest we 

remember we have a blanket between 

us and the dirt shoulder to lay head on


this happened to somebody who's no

longer me i look up to but down upon

with retrospect and thirsty long teeth 


these foods represent a cultural trajectory

not coincidentally all that was left: the

root of all tradition is primal and pathetic




by Peg

Wednesday, June 28, 2023

everything must burn, etc.


Although everything must burn

we take comfort that the past too is real


and in a moment yesterday will be

exactly as real as this moment, etc.


but i spit on this moment as it exists

in any past time because i only want


even wanting my stud male body back

isn't about the past at all


a past that's only good or bad if you're

thinking about it now


you already travel there as easily as

anyone will ever be able to do


it belongs to you now only and it

grows until it's in front of you

 

you and the past will be equally real

easy to own to find, etc.




Chamatilly-ily
from The Lost Upanishads

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

The Gas of Life

I had to think about it again what does it mean to be a living person sitting on a rock

I know what it looks like but that's the problem especially if it's a frozen image because

those don't breathe

 

After a while i guess i just accepted that not breathing was normal because, look

But even blue whales have to come up and gasp don't they? And the best part is

they can, they should

 

They are entitled, and they will, involuntarily they'll take air that belongs or doesn't 

belong to them. Just take it without hesitation. It's not like the proverb about stealing

a smell because


You don't have to smell. Maybe you can or cannot. You are not even entitled to really.

Should you? Smell's a whole other topic, but mostly superfluous. Air is life or life for

a moment more or two


Yet i say it's selfish that air alone is not good enough for you. You begin to favor 

additives and conditioners. They corrupt, and so on. It's not flavorless; it's the gas of life

Now, breathe




La Chama
from "La Vajra, La Vajrasana, and La Vajraja"

Monday, June 26, 2023

Sunday, June 25, 2023

what happens?

in retrospect, the clouds always told a different story

which was it? can they all be true

to be real, the stories are our projections, and

none of them are true


yet a free thinker might take into consideration

a conscious agency on the part of the clouds

which is not the same as on behalf of the clouds

lets all conscience-havers relax


for gods and storytellers get too much 

credit and blow-back both

while nature carries on with her lies

shows nothing but the opposite of 

 

a moral compass or trajectory

mother is too kind a designation

and belies our own favorite tales

which aren't about nature or the stories she tells


go ahead and match the horrors of mathematics

to the wispy decisions of Her petticoats

a vacuum creates an opposite action or

dead men know all lies those are facts but


uncynically, not exactly what happened

try and reduce a lifetime for example to

a world's longest book of equations and it

just makes you sick



by Phyliss