the way that can be told is not the way...but the way that can be felt...

There remained, however, at the moment when the shooting was no longer but to come, the feeling of lightness that I would not know how to translate: freed from life? the infinite opening up? Neither happiness, nor unhappiness. Nor the absence of fear and perhaps already the step beyond. I know, I imagine that this unanalyzable feeling changed what there remained for him of existence. As if the death outside of him could only henceforth collide with the death in him. "I am alive. No, you are dead."
The Instant of my Death - Maurice Blanchot

If, on the other hand, it has been possible during life to set going the "backward-flowing", rising movement of the life-forces, if the forces of the anima are mastered by the animus, then a release from external things takes place. They are recognized but not desired. Thus the illusion is robbed of its strength. An inner, ascending circulation of forces takes place. The ego withdraws from its entanglement in the world, and after death remains alive because "interiorization" has prevented the wasting of the life-forces in the outer world. Instead of these being dissipated, they have made within the inner rotation of monad a centre of life which is independent of bodily existence. Such an ego is a god, deus, shên. Such a being survives as long as the inner rotation continues. Also, it can invisibly influence men to great thoughts and noble deeds. The saints and sages of ancient times are beings like these, who for thousands of years have stimulated and educated humanity.

But there remains a limitation. These beings retain a personal character and are therefore subject to the effects of space and time. Neither are they immortal any more than heaven and earth are eternal. Eternal is the golden flower only, which grows out of inner liberation from all bondage to things. A man who reaches this stage transposes ego; he is no longer limited to the monad but penetrates the magic circle of the polar duality of all phenomena and returns to the undivided ONE, Tao.
The Secret of the Golden Flower - Richard Wilhelm

Penrose’s Conformal Cyclic Cosmology [...] is a radical new cosmological model which assumes that the universe consists of a sequence of aeons, each of them a solution of the Einstein equations with sources and positive cosmological constant, each expanding from an initial Big Bang singularity to a space-like future null infinity I, the I of one aeon being identified conformally with the Big Bang of the next. The Equations of Conformal Cyclic Cosmology - Paul Tod

(Im)potentiality by Adam Lovasz

from the author of Tracing the Inoperative: Non-Oriented Ontology (which I will be putting out in physical form soon on a new vanity press project called Void Front news to come...), Adam Lovasz -@AdamRefuter on twitter, I've for you today this guest post....pour yourself out upon the stone...feel good hit of the summer : 

(Im)potentiality

„Without the great vacuity, we would become submerged in cognition, and we would never be able to extricate ourselves from intellectualism and cognitionism.”

-Yukio Mishima

The Buddhist term sunyata (emptiness, voidness) signifies a place where the Other shall never be humiliated. This Other would be the Thing that manages to crawl underneath itself, through some extraordinary fiasco of cognition. Our essay seeks to underline the nothingness, the voidness that underlies the interconnectivity of objects, through identifying this etheral ontological „background” with a negative inversion of Aristotle’s notion of potentiality. We seek to show in the context of this essay that emptiness is (im)potentiality. Everywhere we may identify the background-radiation which is (im)potentiality, the absence of potentiality. This absence is more than the foreclosed possibility. It is, never active at all. Activity is a state of disequilibrium that would break the spell of concretion upon sentient beings. In truth, the illusion of concretion and individuation can never be broken, because neither illusion nor the beclouded consciousness actually exist. 

In every logical discussion, there is some stringent remainder that refuses integration into the order of the Symbolic, the order that would seek to humiliate it and bring potency to fruition. Wholeness is always an imaginary state, a condition of beings suffering from illusory attachments; every wholeness is a veil that covers the hole, the void underneath relationality. In Lee Edelman’s view, the narcissist, the subject that rejects reproduction, destroying its own futurality in the process, „resists its libidinal investment in the ego as a form.”Each and every narcissist, whether he or she is aware of this circumstance or not, commits him or herself to a sollipsistic life, a life that prevents potentiality from release. The narcissist prevents the outflow and the inflow. Violence is a natural consequence of language in the Buddhist and deconstructionist viewpoint; Jacques Derrida and Nagarjuna both teach, in their own ways, that nonviolence and language are mutually exclusionary categories. Nonviolence begins where actants reject the coming-to-actuality of language. There is no more stringent ethical imperative than the injunction to abandon language and embrace the apotheosis of meaninglessness: silence. Silence is language that has been relegated to potentiality. Silence resists the urge to break forth to the surface and engage in activity. Every single actant is unified by the certainty of death. Acceptance, as outlined by Ludwig Wittgenstein, is the logical method of absolute negation:

„The propositions of logic demonstrate the logical properties of propositions by combining them so as to form propositions that say nothing. This method could also be called a zero-method.”

We must follow the zero-method, as outlined by Wittgenstein, in order to outline what we understand under the term „(im)potentiality.” The brackets may seem at times to be frustratingly superflous, but we encourage the reader to bear with us in our Wittgensteinian explication of (im)potentiality. The something is the state of equilibrium, the unity effectuated by the zero-method. (ibid) Hatred and violence are born of disequilibrium. According to Aristotle’s understanding of the matter, things cannot exist without potentials, yet potentials can only be realized by actuals. Aristotlean potency means the source, the hollow place from whence activity emanates, the source of change. From the formless state, we have a steady progression until every object attains its preordained form.Not all objects are amenable to change, however, for „nothing compulsory or against their nature” attaches to „eternal and unmovable” objects.

The state of equilibrium would therefore be one such instance of an object completely open, yet free of contraries. There is certainly something within this equilibrium, but this is a hollowness that does not indicate anything that may give off heat. Recently, astrophysicists have shown that some information may be gleaned from black holes through the measurement of Hawking radiation, provided „the spin of the hole is measured before and after the qubit [particle] is dropped.” As black holes have zero temperature, but are prone to entropy. The hollow space of maximum receptivity is the something that eludes perception, the opening that encloses zero-method in the stretched horizon of holeness. Holeness scrambles logical propositions, emboldening hot actants with the desire-unto-movement. Accidents, in Aristotle’s view, would be those existents that attach to other objects, but not out of any kind of necessity. The observer, looking at the void, forever externalized, excluded from enwrapment within the opening, is infected with a desire for stringent humiliation. However much the One would seek to spare the Other from humiliation and degradation, when the Word is spoken, violence cannot but ensue. 

One aspect of falsity mentioned in passing by Aristotle is the inability to connect, i.e. when two halves of a sentence cannot be connected to one another in a manner that maintains their truth value. Potentiality can be dispensed of easily when connectivity does not materialize. Provided one accepts the universality of emptiness, no connectivity may be ascertained and potentiality is nowhere to be found. In Nagarjuna’s view, no object has a reality independent of its relations; that is, no object exists that has any kind of svabhana, or „essence.”Therefore a logical consequence would be that everything is falsity. But Aristotle accepts the duality of potentiality and activity. This dualism is also accepted, implicitly and explicity, by a wide range of thinkers, perhaps, one may surmize, the majority of Western philosophers. One particularly interesting example of potentiality has been the debate surrounding the ethical permissability or impermissability of abortion. Judith Jarvis Thomson, one of the first defenders of the right to abortion, argued that it is morally impermissable to force women to support the existence of other persons, even at the cost of aborting a foetus that could potentially become a world-renowned violin player.Women should not be compelled, according to this ethical viewpoint, to play the role of Good Samaritans to unborn persons. Similarly, we may argue that we ourselves should not be compelled to admit the reality or unreality of objects. Emptiness is not even the absence of X; rather, it is a thing completely prior to intelligibility. Hence our rendition of impotence in brackets: (im)potentiality. According to Thomsons’s minimalist ethics, 

„...no person is morally required to make large sacrifices to sustain the life of another who has no right to demand them.”

Provision of „Good Samaritanism” is reduced, by the zero-method, to an absent, erased ethical imperative, one that cannot survive the stringent test. No equilibrium is possible, except in the space of ontological foreclosure. Accordint to a rival, Catholic theological viewpoint, „a man ought rather to let the mother perish” than „commit the crime of homicide in killing the foetus.” In the Catholic view, the foetus is always already an ensoulled creature, a potentiality that has begun, from the moment of conception, to leak into activity. What even the minimalist ethical account rejects is the possibility that abortion may be permissible in every case. Thomson explicitly rejects such a possibility.

A third possibility would be what we call complete annihilation. Instead of murdering the infant or, alternatively, wrecking the mother’s health or even killing her altogether (in cases of life-threatening exigencies), one could say that „if the future experiences will be ones of unmitigated suffering, discontinuation may actually be preferable”, provided, of course, that one accepts the ontological circumstance of arising and subsiding, birth and death, potentiality and actuality. David Benatar describes what he calls a „pro-death” position in the abortion debate. According to this strong view, the value of a future „worth living” simply cannot be satisfactorily demonstrated and, in fact, could actually be shown to be worthless. Therefore, discontinuation is the sole preferable position in every single case of pregnancy. We cannot but quote Benatar’s thought-experiment in full, so delicious is the irony:

„Whereas a legal pro-choice position does not require a pro-lifer to have an abortion—it allows a choice—a legal pro-life position does prevent a pro-choicer from having an abortion. Those who think that the law should embody the pro-life position might want to ask themselves what they would say about a lobby group that (...) in accordance with pro-lifers’ commitment to the restriction of procreative freedom, recommended that the law become pro-death. A legal pro-death policy would require even pro-lifers to have abortions.”

Instead of „freedom or death”, what we have here is the freedom to live transmuted into the equation: freedom=death. The pro-death position certainly does not endorse murder; what Benatar is arguing for is the preferability of abortion to birth. Instead of defending abortion, what Benatar feels philosophers should be doing, and have not been doing for too long, is defending life, for life is in need of defense. There simply is no good reason not to abort, at least if one interprets life as an embodiment of negativity. Reproductive freedom entails certain death, the acceptance of suicidal universalization. The spokes of the lifewheel end in the jaws of Yama, the wounded, emasculated god of death. Yama is the divinity that has been killed-off, forever trapped between infinity and finitude. He is always in a position of actualized precarity, never fully able to transcend and go beyond. Hence his revenge upon mortals; Yama consumes the souls of the fallen, in the manner of a tremendous, jealous black hole, jealous of all that moves, wishing for manifestation to burn and crash down into the internal structure of certain death, universal enthropy. 

Feminist theorists have deconstructed the notion of embryos as „ourselves unborn”. More often than not, notions of potentiality have underpinned conservative, anti-dissipatory regimes and social structures. Incitement to life and procreation has been a feature of totalitarian nightmare regimes, the most bloodthirsty and cruelest systems in world history. Crawling infants are mere movements of the cosmic wheel, unfit to last in a world predicated upon demolition of the given. What is given must perish. Internality is the innerness of the zero-method, the movement that opens onto the extraordinarity of its own fiasco. 

An interesting problem relating to potentiality highlighted by a study on the materiality of foot-and mouth disease (FMD) is our inability to cleanly separate potentially infected animals from those actually suffering from viral infection. What the virus does is organize systems of relationality around itself, while often successfully evading detection. Recognition is especially difficult in the case of sheep. As the authors write, „sheep go lame for all sorts of reasons.”  The disease can take relatively mild forms in adult animals, but „can cause an acute myocarditis resulting in sudden death” in the case of younger specimens. The virus clearly displays an agency that evades visibility. Where is the borderline between „mild infection” and „sudden death”. The suddenness of death is our very reason for rejecting potentiality altogether. Rather, there are various gradations of (im)potentiality. During the foot-and-mouth scare in the early twentieth century, it was, for the most part, not the really and actually infected sheep that were slaughtered. Rather, those slated for immediate destruction were those deemed to run a considerable and reasonable risk of infection:

„On March 15th, it was determined that all sheep within 3km of infected premises would be slaughtered because calculations predicted that they ran a considerable risk of being infected. For these sheep, slaughter not only did without laboratory diagnosis, but also the clinical diagnosis of the vets was made irrelevant as well. A purely epidemiological logic ruled.”

Potential infection became radically actual for those unfortunate animals selected for immediate, sudden death. One form of sudden collapse was substituted for another; there is no real and actual ontological difference between the two instances. Death by viral infection, determined as probable by probabilistic algorithms, and death by slaughter-processes that have been brought forward. Where is potentiality and where is actuality-we cannot but beg the question. True, it is intellectually uncouth to beg the question, but there is simply no getting around the fact that there is no actuality and no potentiality to be found in the above instance of (im)potentiality. A calculated probability of future viral infection sealed the fate of animals whose fate would have been grim anyway. 

The zero-method allows us to see the absence of potentiality and actuality. For those engaged in agriculture, it is certainly not trivial whether animals die in a controlled or uncontrolled manner. But our perspective is not that of one engaged in husbandry. The perspective we would hope to represent, in however an inadequate form, is one of ontology. From this perspective, the animals actually slaughtered because of their potential susceptibility to a biological side-effect of industrialized agriculture (the virus) were already dead to begin with. As distinct from Aristotle’s positing of natural form, recent scientific surveys have shown that „embryos may require technoscientific actualization in order to achieve their supposedly ’natural’ potential to develop.” The something that resides as form is actually a proposition, injected into organic matter by technoscientific operativity. Aristotle defines some objects as „kernel-less.” The internal structure is this object without seed, the seedless receptivity that presupposes nothing, not even absence.  Imperishable things are all potencies for opposites. But within each thing is the pale nothing, purified, internal to the rotating kalpa. 

We listen to Throbbing Gristle’s In The Shadow of The Sun, and we feel the agony of inadequation. Such dark ambient music crawls under the skin of the listener, tearing apart latent relationalities, bringing potencies to their inevitable abatement. Nothing is the purpose of discourse; discourse is predicated upon the attempt to breed in a space exemplified by pale nothing. Yet that which has never been born (or borne) cannot perish. Embryos created in petri dishes are inert objects, endowed with nothing more than „passive potentiality.”  The voidness crawls over the listener, blending into the ears, transformed by ambient notes into hollow openings. In an interesting section of his Metaphysics, Aristotle considers one possible ontological position, albeit one that he goes on to reject: „if there is nothing eternal, neither can there be a process of coming to be.”

This is precisely what Nagarjuna understands when he rejects the notion of svabhana, or an innate existence that may be separated from relationality. In the final instance, every concretion, every movement, every object, however inert and stringent it may be, cannot ever remove itself from the inertness of foreclosure. This is a closed, unified system of equilibrium, one that is unamenable to movement or change.  Nagarjuna, in a chapter of the Mūlamadhyamakakārikā (’The Philosophy of the Middle Way’), explains movement in the following terms:

„What has been moved, in the first instance, is not being moved. What has not been moved is also not being moved. Separated from what has been moved and has not been moved, present moving is not known.”

Movement, in and of itself, does not exist. It is not a real entity in the world. Movement, separate from the mover, is nowhere to be found. A similar deconstruction may be effectuated in relation to potentiality. In fact, any property of any object may be subjected to the same analysis, one that Nagarjuna proceeds to do in the course of his treatise. Aristotle speaks of the sick body as an object that has become passively receptive to disease. But where is the body that has the disease? And where is the disease that has a body? Neither properties, insofar as we interpret them to be properties, are anywhere to be found. Sheep found to be vulnerable to infection in the early twentieth-century epidemic were slaughtered immediately, without question, so great was the danger posed by Foot-and-mouth disease.  

There did not have to be a real and actual viral presence in the system for autoimmune reactions to kick in and eliminate the threat. Retroactive immune defense is a different matter. Every single action is already retroactive, in that properties are inherently null and void. There is something tautological about such a rabidly anti-realist position. Wittgenstein, one famous anti-realist, admits that „the logic of the world (...) is shown in tautologies.” Existents are bracketed forms of emptiness, because of the very circumstance of their inert foreclosure. Foetuses manufactured in petri-dishes and those manufactured in human wombs do not really differ: their unity is that of stringent space, a unity in indifferentiation. (Im)potentiality is the universal ontological background, the carpentry that unites all things, the ether, the hollow space. Philosophy will undoubtedly continue to display many backtrackings to essentialist and substantialist doctrines such as those of Aristotle, doctrines that take movement far too seriously. Movement and every single property of every single object is empty, null, not even perishable. Only receptivity is eternal, the hole beyond imitation. Buried deep within potentialities and activities opening onto one another, there is the sullen, limp silence.

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Perhaps psychedelia is perceiving a correspondence in a synaesthetic manner without conscious grasp of the higher order principles governing the correspondence- eg synaestheticaly perceiving homotopy and type theory together without formally understanding homotopy type theory.

  -Trent Knebel

nihil prima facie

Seconds after the cold high note of the bell rang for dokusan the student faced her across the low table.

"My practice has been the koan of my face before my birth, roshi."

"What could be such a thing? Show me this face, your original face before your parents were born."

The blending happened immediately, slow skittering black phantasms, smoke flitting in corners of eyes. Smoking wisps, black faces grey faces without faces, faces with no humanity in their amorphous clouding. The room hazed over, tentatively halted. The master's hallucination jerked, convulsed.

*SNAP* the roshi's fan smartly rapped the table.

"CONCENTRATE!"

The smoke filled her vision suddenly, vortexing closed and coating the walls of her visual space with flooding, coruscating, concrescing, crashing, roiling waves of mottled grey and black oceanic volcanics.

lightning streaked across this hurricane splitting the world 
 thunder annihilated the cloudvoid tempest 
Clear Skies 
  she was smiling a small smile, peeking out through tears-that-became-rain as a fleeting final phenoumenal spasm snatched a fading spark of significance from the jaws of dream-loss

"Your new practice shall be contemplation of Zenkai's request for decapitation...go now, and don't let up for an instant!"

what is

Smashing together thoughts for the introductory chapter of a book I think I might get down on soon. A tweaking and reworking and expansion of all experimentation thus far.


|||||| A virtual prison of mimicry and transfixed hypnotism, the complacency and ultraviolence of the life- and gain-obsessed male-aggression culture ensures and entrenches this turbulence while amplifying attempts to contain or expel death’s effects such that gained power may never be relinquished. Death emerges from technocratic transhumanism as ultimate horizon of control : this trajectory carves open a necromantic channel of revolution. Neoreactionary technosingularitarianism(working title ;))|radical paranoia|bleak-hole nihilism irrupt as advanced strategy but even these have difficulty coping with the wave upon novel wave of pathology that breaks upon the mind as the organ of infinite imagination seems to have as many ways of malfunctioning, as many ways of hiding information, as many ways of covering its tracks, disguising itself... This problem is intensified by exponential growth in input streams - a “being-opened” that often decays into an always-closing-off in defense against the constant evisceration : a closing-off that mirrors the psychoanalytic concept of repression : compulsively pre-emptive strikes on anticipated potentialities - people really don't like to talk about death. This defense mechanism amplifies the difficulty of the transformation from being turned inward (the passive nihilism of insignificance) to turning inside-out (the active annihilism of self), adding complexity to this lock, the picking of which is a prerequisite step for the accurate tuning -or excising- of the consciousness, of the Self, of Mind. The reconfiguration of this isolating and oppressive feedback loop called my individualised “ego” by skills that are explicitly developed in the twin disciplines of self-destruction and self-construction is the navigation of my own mirror maze.

 //”...The organism cannot live the death that gives rise to the difference between life and death.” To which the yogi replies, “Au contraire, Mister. I’m living it right now. So are you if you did but examine yourself.” - Timothy Morton, Thinking the Charnel Ground//

The neuronihilism herein is my sketchbook of shadowmirrors, a record of necrologic autopoiesis : a bag of poetricks and artifacts : a zentheogenic gloss on the archetypes of zero through a sustained concentration on the dissolution of self : a sketch on the utilization and analysis of multiple methods for reliably generating Mors Mystica - the neurological suspension of the default mode brain operations known as the mystical death : a tracking of representations of this death before death/death-in-life - scrying art, exposing the apophatic topology that seems to be a dimensional enlargement of an headless image of Self/Mind/God that is neurologically and (non)/ideologically consistent, expansive, imaginative, compassionate and constructive. This text will attempt a collation and codification of some techniques and results of experiments in the performance of ritual death. To perform and keep a recording of my thoughts on what it may mean to experience the mystical state - primarily the complete deactivation of the phenomenal self-model, the complete delinking of the default modality of the brain from a position of top-down organization and modulation through literally any means - Cantorian hyperpluralism, he says, only slightly jokingly. This deactivation sh[r]eds new light on so many religious and mystical tropes, witchcraft practices, meditation styles, physics, mathematics, neuroscience, and yoga - revealing how the circuit of deconstruction to augmentation and back attenuates the attention and quiets the mind in addition to setting the stage for profound psychogenic experimentation, exploration, and play.

it moved : it breathed

couple pages from a book we
just finished
forthcoming forthcoming
titled
terminal obscurity
encryptopoetics[]sigiletics

Got a book in the pipeline hence the radio silence
Stay tuned it'll be horrid

on the total collection - Anne Carson (reblog)

Original post @ syntheticZerø : http://syntheticzero.net/2015/11/12/on-the-total-collection-anne-carson/

on the total collection -anne carson

Posted by dmf

From childhood he dreamed of being
able to keep with him all the objects in
the world lined up on his shelves and
bookcases. He denied lack, oblivion or
even the likelihood of a missing piece.
Order streamed from Noah in blue tri-
angles and as the pure fury of his
classifications rose around him,
engulfing his life they came to be called
waves by others, who drowned, a
world of them.

droning on and on about nothing

"...and if an AGM-114 Hellfire air-to surface missile were exploded, you would not quake in terror. So long as you become one with the bomb what would there be to fear? "Impossible!" you say. But whether you wanted to or not, you would perforce become one with it, would you not?" 

                                             /it has declared things past and present 

                                              and now it speaks of things to come/


___________ in collaboration with ___________



TEXT:

Inhabiting a space in which we find ourselves "fundamentally

pummeled by the lunatic potency of nature" but a nature that

is beyond pre-techgnoetic conceptions of ecology. A human

nature - the idea that we can fundamentally pummel the lunatic

potency of nature.

The shattered shewstone projects the strongest sound from its

jagged silvered black - gunfire, that human, all-too-human sound.

If an AGM-114 Hellfire air-to-surface missile were exploded, you

would not quake in terror. So long as you become one with the

bomb, what would there be to fear?

"Impossible!" you say.

But whether you want to or not, you would perforce become one with it, would you not?

seconds after, the bomb was exploited

"What the fuck is that smell?" The sensation came from that dismal

grey town. A total wasteland, some graves, a church, a bar more graves.

"O God, loving father in heaven, save this humble penitent who

beseeches thy boundless mercy..." the perpetually sickly man trailed

off when it became clear no one was joining in his prayer. You can

tell a lot about someone from the way they talk about putrefaction.

Over the perimeter a black pile lie in the center of the dead town's

square, but bodies were in no short supply out here. What unsettled

us were the birds filling the sky. Long lazy circles, culturing droning.

The living began assembling offerings, to escape the flooding remnants

of advanced vision threat breakdown. A new plane for invasion and

insurgency magnifying a reverent awe which reveals the fragility of

mere flesh to be of no consequence.

the dead are always unscathed by the war

I was floating on the dying bodies dropped in the mud.

counterattacks escalated

"I am not a mystic." continued the crow.

disturbing oscillations in the warp became visible as the Good Lord

went dead silent but The terminology of practical occultism goes beyond

the crow mind or the misfortune of being.

"I am a willing entity derived from undecaying heavy waters and there

are no accidental drownings here. Here only intensity matters and

even the void is sensation."

Orphic pattern-carrier drills for the center and spikes a vein fills the

underworld and floods from inside out. A herald from the open secret

grave of the contradictions of infinity and fewer and fewer recognize

this ocean as the perspective of God - a howling space of absolute

blank savagery without delusion.

ferocity

restlessness

powers of infiltration aligned with h( )ly radiant echo of violent collision and turbulent flow

His panic was finally ebbing. Finally able to orient, and after a few more moments, to navigate. The watery motor of Deep Time always made him hate sand all the more. Coming back had become a fucking nightmare lately as his sympathetic nervous system had begun attempting to resist being placed back onto the abattoir floor. It was often several days before his glitches calmed, and his stretchings deteriorated into a cohesive Something Like A Self again. He felt outside himself always, though, behind himself, above himself, bird's eye view. What was once the frontier of another long silence had become bottomless. A mournful reaching beyond speed at whatever speed they could manage has conspired against you.

the image was uncannily clear

it meant the endo-militarization of your own war had been there all along

a mind cried "where is that i reveal myself?"

my allegiance is to no corpse on the battlefield

but TO the battlefield

dying bodies are their own force of rebellion

to be sure, war might be exploited

but enlightenment humiliates even the demonic ego

but red magic however is in shambles

devoid of the void

empty of emptiness

"no offense", the crow said dryly

a circular wind spins up FTL cyclonomedia

dust devils frenetic on tellurian lubricant

I collapsed into constituent matter under ruthless droning on my way to market one day, but I spend eternity wondering if I were meant to be killed in a different strike, in a different market. What if I died in the wrong blast? Does this mean I lived the wrong past?

Seconds after the bomb exploited…

he struggled, while his body was violently

corroded into the proper shape

constructing soft rotational nexus

to maintain their paramilitarism

to be as a sword had been set on fire

gradually eroded awareness was permanently lodged in this war machine

seconds before the bomb exploited

these machines are incapable of one thing: incompletion

dying priest says that he can't wait

says he's confident not scared

this is just a temporary military imposition

but the image was uncannily clear

and we were transformed into some strange

endurance, which threatens the mind cried "where is, where is I....?"

i will speak to you of that open secret grave

that took me to that place

he directed his awareness to the fanging-up

i see my skeleton dancing and I aim for the head

what side of the barbed wire inspires you?

from a spectre i learned great arts

from an [AC-130 Spectre gunship] i learned great arts

"I know things!" he gasped

i say you missed it all

a sacrifice of self-care

how can i find anything there?

and came to my final gasp, "I know things!"

the image became uncannily clear

my own grinning skull knows things

my immortality gasps but our horizon of survival is tasked for diagramming threats

trapped in the worst above all

i felt my eyes narrow

homes were razed to create a distinct phraseology

that was once the frontier of state defense

a militarization process seizing any mention of

anything that may have been created to show

you were but gibberish in his mouth

suspension

you died hundreds of years in wait for that weaponised form

the guerrilla state's pursuit teams crashing down on us

mathematically objectless waste in void

But Billy talked me down, explained the magic of the false idol AMRAAM and reminded me of When I am.

words of a sorcerer in that voice that puts me on the floor and keeps me from forgetting its taste.

eye can't see into (m)eye insides

confession: eye don't have

the stomach for this

eye lie

still on her bed

backwards

she hates when my feet touch the pillow

eye suspected the new dream

was the same as the old. but I

Key(p) (m)eye m(out)h shut.

he said "eye trust you" eye laughed and laughed

and laughed

and shook my head

ruefully. nothing in eye

mirrored in my sylfish

drift but you and I and I

He scratched a complex sigil in the dirt in front of the house.

"point of no return."

hesitation.

"nobody wants to come back anyway."

he nodded with some sense of solemnity.

I could feel the droning, like a subtle vibration in every solid thing.

The house practically rumbled with anticipation.

Murmuring timbers, the frame sang with a warning.

Their target wasn't here but the Escape was wide open,

screaming at us at the I at the I at the eyes in the eyes in the skin in the hair

electroplasm my ghost foamed at the mouth and started barking furiously.

[mumbled things:unintelligible]

DANGER CLOSE

my body melted down

reduced to a point of dead light

pooling up like blood in strange gravity

breathing became external, as I

breathed in, so did the world.

As the world exhaled, I emptied completely.

The corrosion of the pain squinted up at me through wearied, curtained disorganization. Escalating machinic ruin feeds on "useless."

Corpse up, stay down. Corpse up, reorganize down. Corpse up, strategize down. Corpse up, count down. A dry rattling yoga.

It wouldn't stop. "What do you mean by the root dwelling in eternity?" The body is our memory automatically all-out suicidal.

I'll maintain this illusive drifting everything with a pencil that can't stop dreaming.

Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha. Where you belong, from temple words to vibrating priests OF THE image He stood still, like a pillar for 33 and 1/3 years one day blinking suddenly and speaking clearly to a woman walking through the courtyard:

"Has it been dismantled? Has the Self been dismantled?"

she looks back terrified stunned by this intrusion

"Why are you disturbed, little sinner? Am I not your God?"