– Oh! all vices, spices, gusto, – goodo ’l gusto; – ’bove all dissimulation,

indolence.

Occupations make known sublime husbands. Masters, workers: all serves: nonsovereign. The écrivain’s condo-spearo appraised as a *tips-foodora* Quasimodal implant. – What dextera (that’s the “digital age”)! – Preferable will be: forever ambisinistrous, unmanœuvrable. Then: even immaterio-cognitivo-affecto-emotio-feminized labor too lame.

But! whomst’s made these statements so roguish, such that their sloth has been warranted freeloadery? Sans conserving life in its material grill-game, idleness beyond feeling good, man –

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It’s clearly a decadent title. For: unupheavable lumps. Thirst for cruelty.

– Slouched, seeing lasagne, blinded by rotten Cheddar cheese. – Then: balaclava’d Berliner Freilänzer upstarts a public art space . . .

Ugh!

Lonesome to-day; sans setup; discourse even then? what?

Then what, now what: wave of vanguard bums, avanti dungeon crawlers. Quasimodi spread, servility totalized – how you say? “man,” signs; platform and atheist opium.

Now one, then th’ other – vice versa – and why ’ven gasp with novelty at science! indeterminacy! return to order! etc.

Socialisme et/ou civilisation: the world of work. Controlled bobbly field whereupon both communication and illiteracy, no?

’Twas the body-toil, Batlowitz; recognize that the soul’s gloved, entrée’d from hors d’. Beefsteak. Won, lost? Suffocating on dank anima mundi, intense interaction, social, memorable silence, words without barbarism, – one’d like, rather, a swamp deer’s belting.

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Return of theatrical poly(post)theism!

Waiting, gastrogaiety, the sacred. Aye, th’ eternal degenerate.

Butt-outta’d; Article 50 (trigger’d) (a free translation). This weakness. Spa cure, fire diet, groveling in obscure muck, dogs, vapor puffed in a baby’s face; wet gooey earth, coal, cooked with molten metals, SUCC’d with crude oil, – do that (FPS cutscene), and regress from the previous level.

Here a noble dramma in maschera prompting again a sauté’d appearance. Forthcoming currency: otiose and brash, aye. Signori Mammoni mixologized (but: a reduction) into politics.

Well? Banjaxed, pretty much (not even a sommelier). Rustled by the task. Preferable will be: champagne conspiracy, divine contemplation, general strike. (?)

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En Marche! The labour, th’ ocean, i vizi.

To inscribe in which domesticagie? To attempt slobb’ring a Goddess, or dissimulating this? with which beast’s inamorate muzzle? – Whither glide, spongiform soul?

Rather: evade the moral reality complex. – Human zoo, cretino-hominization, – to boot, the coarse-grained fist toe-thumbèd (well), the warehouse fence, to plant, firmly grasp, the orthograde, to let operuminuffocate. Cozy? no sultry rip’ning, no’ state of exsurrection: In Literature, encoreffort, to be a (parcel)part, symboldisord.

– Ah! thusly nonleash’d to libate animal spirits to whatever beautiful drug-image toward divine exorbitance.

O shimm’ring informe! based and prime-matter’d, tho’!

Abscond, not “therefrom” (mud) – ὁ Βάθιστος. (!)

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Of the world (enclosed): those not thereof; a well-worn discourse (those not thereof) – exceeding the empereuro, globalizing the miraculous sense_– the necropedo’s, anarcho-ultramontanist’s, or terrace’d majorcloaca’s nulle_=_X, the “great” sirloin! etc.

Sez the defrocking, hypertrichotic winter wind: “Rapt by the strength of the weak.”

Where now? accelerated thru blood, jus, ordures, but the prize of an icy sorrel grove. Zutique sacre-cry, as thermal dissidence flambés all the ’za in an eyeblink.

But (BC-time for the phalanstery?) denied all value, to the ogre-games. Oh! Paris, fincel capital. ID still work? Whatcha doin’? Slouched virginally into the reason-producing squint-eye o’ the woke watchman, and flan’d instead into an illegible folly, a dark bath of galactic breaths! – Like the (an)archpucels! (Oh!) – “Economists, activists, techno-knights, woe unto those Ubering to the decent code. Nay (‘Why So Wise,’ § 3), ne’er to the human(ist); the hostis rather, howling garrulously in the churrascaria; ne’er kept in the juice; cavalier without sense for stopping: SOL . . .”

Oyez. I’m going to say it. – These deepfakes inject timely psychotrauma. But gibbous convalescents, opened to obfuscation, enjoy sana-t-air and bains-marie. (?) – More malapert: t’ egress the planet, t’ abort it super(a)nally.

Nature? “self”? verbum? – More writing. More hi-anergy for this hungry passion. For criticism (“. . . would be progress . . .”), noise, clink, clank! To drown all limes in the blanks of the soundpage – all burgers for the hungry passion.

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Sent into the castle, bashful but prodigal shota; absolutely, lubricities, the yelping circling of odious defilement, to be abluted.

Hehe, watch this: intensify! more valets therefor? – Sumption exhausted by impotence. When position is communicable (amadelphous and giclé’d). But the gift overtrumps th’ apparatus of institutional language. And its book, of the technical repro-reign of bonhomie. Ciao ciao, phantasms, weens, aberrations.

“No! how dare you wage crime unto multinationals! you can’t be a misocosmist, tarrier, nor await chaste grace! not with a bashful tongue of equivocation.”

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The foppery, rakery, its voluptuary deregulation: of its tympanized moods and catastrophism, – scales scattered, the tip tempered and tendered total. Lap up in despotic severity this tonic.

Then no more goujon’d envelopment, dilettantic ponce left a nimrod.

Scapescaffold banned from the organon. Unsaid. Notional security terrorized by collards: scrounge how with joyous savors laid waste? With neither disavowal nor ex-voto. Desecrated: to each a proper pouch, for anoperineal stoicizing or data sampling: but a surplus tipped by demonic solecizing to exchange.

. . . too lavished, torpid. The bare plant to yield distilled, epigonic enaction of a principle: unencumbered, aye, lizards rather cooling and slicking in vetiver to the apogee, written off as sprawling loss.

Forcefem’d to “lose” drive! (– Ain’ tu?)

Unfit “types” of superdition, unstable, though gardenable? in winter gardens protected!

The becoming of holoparasites play-usuring to solicit lachrymal

delectation.

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Renew! – *cough* ecce supplicium.

Ah! More deeds! – Ha! – Scourged in the piazza, an accident-prone fate.

– With accustomized, academized social-dandylings even cases feel like causes.

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