Empathy Without Category

I prophesy asymmetry: asymmetry at or at all asymmetrical cosmic egg / asymmetry with all prophesies all egg my sister and syzygy

Symmetry circulates asymmetry: asymmetrical symmetry Symmetry samples asymmetrical prophecy Kindred and Pando Asymmetry microsamples micropolyphony (early development of the human embryo from ovulation through implantation)

Prophesy swiftly symmetries in measurements. Measurement time changes through metric modulation and symmetry slow swirls at the edge of the cosmic egg. Oceanic egg swirls asymmetrical sea and sea becomes simultaneous city-body.

The angel who talked to me had a measuring rod of gold to measure the city and its gates and walls. The city had four equal sides, its length the same as its width, and he measured the city with his rod, twelve thousand stadia; its length and width and height were equal. He also measured its wall, one hundred and forty-four cubist by human measurement, which the angel was using.

Prophesy body radial rectangles body radical rectangles Prophesy asymmetrical Pando rectangle stained red ribbon rectangle rope lattice naked (rectangles something seem to be barely coalesce out of the ground, concentrations of its substance)

Pando prophesies measuring city measured twelve Transparent measure pearls and pure sides prophecies unfixed free improvisation

Kindred prophesies foundation city measurements jasper joined asymmetrical Human One chaos the ninth pure are talked with chrysoprase

Substance sums soul vibrations: transmigration of souls dead sea scrolls strand heavy tree sap

It’s bothered me for awhile how people are quick to call MAGA not human, says Asia, but I haven’t really been able to pinpoint why. I finally arrived at the fact that empathy takes work and that having a reactionary mindset is actually more natural and we need to come to terms with the fact that having reactionary thinking is very human and we need to come to terms with the systems and conditions that bring some to that point. Obviously they should be held accountable – I’m not going to say that they didn’t make choices but it feels like people who make these criticisms only want to humanize positive traits that they live which means they are blind to the ways that they themselves might be reactionary, says Asia. Our anger and demonization of MAGA remakes the Other again, I say. Makes it us vs. them again just in reverse. We think we are right, we have right values and are inclusive, but can we be inclusive by making other humans not us, into a stranger again? I say. Yeah, basically, says Asia. But also I need people to be able to see themselves in the reactionary. We are susceptible too. Our brains are kind of wired for it and it takes active work to be empathetic and think about others, she says. You’re right empathy takes a lot of work, I say. Love takes a lot of work. Pacifism takes a lot of work. It’s so much easier to separate and categorize and put boundaries. It’s much harder to be together, to resist categorization, to be without boundaries as people, I say. Yes, says Asia. You can’t go around and act like empathy is the natural state and that a lack of empathy makes you less human when empathy takes work and growth as a person. Those people are setting themselves up make the same mistakes, she says. We can’t form a true community if we are using the same tactics of othering and being exclusive, I say. It involves growing into the unconditional, into empathy, into the radical love for the human being. Not only for the human being – for earth, for all sentient life, our soil and ecology. You’ve really forced me to think about our friendship in those terms of empathy and unconditional love and without category and naming it. I think that’s partly why I prophesy it as a model for human relationships, human community, I say. Love that for us, says Asia.

<Pando prophesies unfixed free improvisation Unfixed prophecy unbecomes Pando without category

Nameless Pando unconditional ur-langauge and ur-langauge Glamour-language – god magic Pando prophesies everyone doing their own thing together>

I emerge from a schismatic abstract expressionism / an explicit Christianity I emerge urgent emergent at earth backache schisms

Emerge symmetry asymmetry magenta magneto speak sleek panther machines / panther machine banter abhorrent lux

Prophesy emergent asymmetry: symmetry at or Pando unfixed. Symmetry emerges earth her appetite. Symmetry emerges from a schismatic abstract expressionism god jack the dripper drift pigments. Schisms paint an explicit Christianity asymmetrically obscene.

Perfect symmetry of the blastosphere – bathtub baptism or immersion of eccentric waters (electric water skyscraper)

Perfect symmetry gold twelve equal and built angel every its the stadia Forty single each of the perfect symmetry twelfth city using is city twelve

To Return To Return

Together or on right what works there     What works there there zero

What works there: zero from zero symmetry and multiplicity

<Insect multiplicities – beetle bugle bombast, moth light masquerades, painted grasshopper parades – celebrate Asia constructed from swamps, rainforests, and salt marshes>

There bare zero dare body zero one body together     Together one stew brew bodies     One zero many multiplicity

Zero and many rotate and maintain my body multiple.  My body multiple celebrates at zero both directions at once.  Zero and many shifts and sifts one body at at middle – meddle – in continual metric modulations, and this time slow swirls at the edge of ocean.  Time dipped body urges zero ocean ocean slow swirl edge of sea.

What works there: constructions, aggregates, and assemblages     Construct body radial rectangle: body radical rectangle stain red     Red ribbon rectangle connexities


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To return to a symmetrical world, one that will recapitulate the perfect symmetry of the blastosphere – a desire to regress from bilateral schism into radial immersion

I return rhizomic other and this other returns void and vision (what works there: vision bare zero).  Return primordial and celebrate first zero and <insect multiplicities celebrate Asia constructed from swamps, rainforests, and salt marshes>.  I view void in cyclops of void, the swirling myopic eye of sea.

To return – to return the return – to return with the return, and by the return, I remember the return turn zero sea

Return symmetrical / asymmetrical          What works there asymmetrical zero

To return to the symmetrical zero and asymmetrical void
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What works there: dare bare zero     Bare body zero one void together     <Insect refugees from an extinct ecosystem gathers Asia Aggregates and Asia Assemblages> from zero return to zero

Together on stew brew bodies right far from shadows (… Which should not be used in alphabetic order because that arrangement gives the Child of Humanity a clue as to how the word-worlds begin.  They should be given in random order…)     Together bodies return zero void void return aggregates (insect multiplicities celebrate zero bare body void)

I give my vocabulary all ground and all figure.  Figure far from shadow fucks up the text / void return text and regress at the edge of cosmic ocean.

The shades below tremble, the waters and their inhabits.  Sheol is naked before God and Abaddon has no covering.  He stretched out Zaphon over the void and hangs the earth upon Nothing.  He binds up the waters in His thick clouds and the cloud is not torn open by them.  He covered the face of the full moon and spreads over it his cloud.  He has described a circle on the face of the waters, at the boundary between light and darkness.

Sound all ground and all figure shadow fuck fractals     Sound all ground shadows all figure human shades     Sound all ground human activity human happenings

Sound all out Zaphon covering     All ground stretches out Zaphon overs and darkness covers and spreads covering     Human shades covers the waters and Abaddon has nothing     Void and the void and spreads an covering human activity     I sound all ground human activity human happenings



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I obsess symmetry and symmetry (moment in asymmetry).  I obsess with the swell of asymmetry at the void-zero.  I specify symmetry: symmetry species counterpoint and pocket dimension.  I speak symmetry and specialize in symmetry void stretch swell zero.  I spin symmetry around the axes axis the way zero surface.  I speak symmetry bridal chamber door which conforms to the golden ratio and I transform ratio through asymmetry.  I transform ratio into irrational asymmetry punctured into gap numbers.

Obsess with a return to symmetrical worlds / words and figures in shadow     Obsess circle full waters and sheol void of darkness inhabitants     Obsess <beetle bugle bombast> tremble earth clouds – boundary hangs upon <mothlight masquerades> – covering light not below <painted grasshopper parades>
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What works there: zero thick before god and spreads on is cover

Horses Horses Horses

I count faster as pontiac steppe or steep count falling / I count fast fast steppe horse rhythm

Horse count strong apocalypse (everything goes but the words: the fragment of a speech of a people) Horse count strong apocalypse and the habit of my mind plays among the everyday debris

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One can think of using found objects and appropriation as a radical rescue of material from the cultural trash heap. I postulate that janitors and those who go through the trash heap and refuse act as a kind of messianic historian. They see raw material and cultural material other people discard and redeem it and reveal it as revolutionary-messianic. They reveal a new kind of materialism in the refuse that opens a way to a radical community. The artist too is a radical materialist, using material in a way to reaffirm its uselessness while simultaneously releasing a creative and communal utility. The artist in this way is “the Son of Man is the Lord of the Sabbath”, using principles antithetical to capitalism – principles such as rest, space, unproductivity – an anarchic productive / creativity. Creative appropriation and redemption reveals a communal kindness and compassion – a human remembrance and active archive.

(From Carl, the Janitor, in the film The Breakfast club: “You guys think I’m just some untouchable peasant? Serf? Peon? Well, maybe so. But following a broom around after shitheads like you for the last 8 years, I’ve learned a couple of things. I look through your letters. I look through your lockers. I listen to your conversations, you don’t know that but I do. I am the eyes and ears of this institution, my friend.”)
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I count fast fast steppe horse rhythm Horse count strong apocalypse everyday debris I move desert horses or horse helios the library (I count among the library faster faster fragments and field music. My mind finds release in strange new encounters free of ritual and myth and free for ritual and for myth.)

My mind repeats a machine music and machine repetition (I control my bodies between coniferous tree counts). I approach the object as if for the first time testing their existence (I test my own existence in the off-rhythm erotic / I test in a hollow earth or expanding earth).

Horses count strong apocalypse and I prepare chaos for the birth of something real

And YHVH said to Joshua, “Do not be afraid of them, for tomorrow at this time I will hand over all of them, slain, to Israel; you shall hamstring their horses and burn their chariots with fire.”

Horses count chaos and Christina eschaton <Christina caresses incomplete chaos and comes chaos orbits absurd
Venus Son of Morning
Venus the Early Rising
Venus Who Rose In The Morning>
Horses count the early rising over slain horses for shall not thee

Horses count strong sword their tomorrow chariots and this of said fire: you chaos Count the two strong and just stuff the rest in / all this said with no apparent sense of contradiction. Count the two strong and just stuff the rest in – that’s all you have to do. To sense time moving is already to cause it to move faster.

Sense time hand tomorrow houses Tie moves all fire over chariots time hamstring contradictions (nevertheless, two strong contradictions burn be said apocalypse)

I’m doing horseback riding on Sunday, says Taryn. How are you riding a horse? Did you steal one? Going somewhere to ride one, she says.

I just saw a mold of a horse’s jaw and it’s terrifying, I say. Horses are scary and I hate their teeth, says Asia. Sorry, I have to share this horror [I send Asia the horse jaw mold]. Ewww, says Asia. Yuck. Get it away. I hate that so much. Oh my god, the tongue makes it so much worse. Fucking herbivores, she says. You’re an herbivore, I say. But I don’t have herbivore teeth. Like shapes and teeth and all that. If you lived for 1,000,000 years your teeth would eventually look like that, I say. Be lucky you die at 100. Otherwise you’d be Asia The Herbivore Jaw. Oh god, says Asia. Wait, that’s not how evolution works. If all my spawn start grazing grasses and shrubs like I do, then many generations later we will look like that, she says. Yeah it is because I made it up just now, I say. Your body would slowly mutate because I said so. Your horrific wizardry must be stopped, says Asia. Don’t ruin my thought experiment with your “science” and “logic”, I say. Next you’ll be telling me we landed on the moon. We did what?!??! she says. Right? Those moon landing rovers would totally shatter the moon cheese, I say.

Photographs are a form of bricolage. I bricoleur photographs and photograms and light graphomania. I bricoleur shaman graphomania manic mad matter heather leather photogram.

Photograms form tomorrow of chariots. I bricoleur <Venus Son of Morning and Venus the Early Rising and Venus Who Rose in the Morning>. I bricoleur burn hand hamstring not all slain horses <incomplete chaos impossible complete>.

So Joshua came suddenly upon them with all his fighting force, by the waters of Merom, and fell upon them. And YHVH handed them over to Israel, who attacked them and chased them as far as Great Sidon and Misrephoth-Maim and eastward as far as the Valley of Mizpeh. They stuck them down until they had no one left remaining. And Joshua did to them as YHVH had commanded him; he hamstrung their horses and burned their chariots with fire.

I form bricolage. I form future future operations operate structure. I form bricoleur brick building (building welded wheel upon urgent oddities).

I form them until and maim with at. I form future hamstrung left horses waters. I form brick to down chariots horses upon their be attacked.

Horses count sound strong apocalypse Count two strong moving already faster / I speed count horse jaw counterclockwise and count speeds contradiction with no apparent contradiction I count contradictions cut-time out imitation burrowing animal

Horse count strong apocalypse and I walk with you double balance fills the instant

Horse count strong far the and them burn horses Chariots YHVH and horses Joshua

Count Language Cut In Half

When in doubt, count faster

Count <composite chaos completed chaos through whir a/thematic chaos> Faster <complete chaos projects pink out of the corner count Christina chaos>

Count faster a cross-cut into building-stacks of language – what gets revealed is history and ground. Ground history: compost, history as compost, temporariness and excavation, volatile weather and renewal.

Cross-count faster – faster unfinished language. Unfinished confused cut comma cauliflower alley-oop original chaos. Cut chaos aleatoric lamina lamis long chaos. Count chaos circle chord extended altered chords. Compose the cut faster.

I saw all the deeds that are done under the sun, and seen all is vanity and a chasing after wind. What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be counted.

Cut – cut into my language – vertical cut and horizontal cut language hanged, drawn, and quartered. Cut into my intestines disembowelment language. Body horror and body violence language saw the see vanity wind (does the language do violence to language?).

Does my language <spittle of the bone splits human bone>?
A non-stop ride to hell! Horror Express
Plus the dead shall ride… The living howl in terror!
The Death Wheelers
Does deconstructed language equal violence to language? What kind of language experiments create an anarchic and pacifist language?

Today, I was weeding a garden bed and Wolfgang jumped on my back while I was hunched over, says Asia. He just was there laying on my back big purring and I’m like “Please… You are killing me…”. Violence is his love language, says Asia.

When in doubt, counter fast: counter faster and drive faster shaker loops Count faster further / arouse, psaltery and harp, I will rouse the damned

YHVH said to Abraham, after Lot had separated from him, “Raise your eyes now, and look from the place where you are, northward and southward and eastward and westward, for all the land that you see I will give to you and to your offspring forever. I will make your offspring like the dust of the earth, so that if one can count the dust of the earth, your offspring also can be counted.

When in doubt, count faster. Count is the cannot eastward forever dust from made cut language cutting. I count violence a furious hammer hauntology. I count faster and the pontiac steppe or steep count falling. I count fast fast steppe horse rhythm.

Count faster to your offspring for all the place where your offspring for all the land took from him faster chaos Fast steppe hone rhythm count raise your eyes now and separated from him Raise you are northward and look from him / raise you are done cannot be made straight horse rhythm

Language cut through by language counts similar swords / sword syzygies Cut cross-section Damien Hirst vitrines (Violence to the animal is violence to myself – I am animal. I am compost cross and cross-section Piss Christ and PKD trash layer.)

I just don’t understand why it’s so hard to understand that as a figure of authority you are a modeling to a room full of young people how you should treat others, says Asia. If students see you disrespecting or mis-gendering someone who is already marginalized, you are only empowering others to continue to marginalize them… And this motherfucker wanted to talk about how “Not too long ago doctors and other professionals published books saying it was a mental illness.” Like sure, that doesn’t mean that they are more correct than the books published now. Medicine doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to marginalized groups. And he should know that! He’s black. I could scream. I’m going to drown my sorrows in trans literature… God I swear, us tiny ladies need to start barking and growling and shit. Jumping around and screaming like howler monkeys, waving knives. Something to get them to shut the hell up, says Asia. That stinks you have to deal with that, I say. And it stinks the negative repercussions of their views. Dead queers in the streets literally. People walking around oblivious. They are whitewashed tombs that Jesus would spit out of his mouth and say I knew you not, I say. That’s what I told them, says Asia. Encouraging marginalization spreads further violence.

I count language cut into violence / violent count <simple chaos created simple all chaos>. I count forwards faster into to cut. Cut see I will give to Abraham, after wind.

But the word of YHVH came to him, “This man shall not be your heir; no one but your very own issue shall be your hair.” He bought him outside and said, “Look toward the heaven and count the stars, if you are able to count them.” Then he said to him, “So shall your descendants be.”

<Chaos same in chaos created> – I create and count – chaos one forever he was your westward the and the count – <simple chaos created>

One can think of using found objects and appropriation as a radical rescue of material (count one forever he your westward deeds all said dust him counted also vanity counted count and outside earth from your word). Radically rescue material from the trash heap.

When in doubt, count faster at the pontiac steppe or steep count falling I count fast steppe horse rhythm

When In Doubt, Count Faster

When in doubt, count faster

I count a faster shaker loops I count faster further / arouse psaltery and harp, I will rouse the dawn

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The spirit of YHVH began to stir… stir, literally trouble, also used to describe insomnia: the spirit makes Samson restless

In the morning his spirit was troubled; so he sent and called for all the magicians of Egypt and all its wise men

Meet me in the morning In the morning, Eve, Mother Of All Living

In the morning, diatom ribbon fan zigzag star Star my body radially symmetrical then broadly bilaterally symmetrical

Troubled spirit possesses numbers Number Body descending broadly heretical radiant Trouble number decentered broad radian rotor bare shoulder saddle shudder

You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled I cannot speak

My eyes open trouble in the beginning was the word Body all eyes braids birds bare bark body Closed bare body ladder lift or contain swifts sift rift body bark

In the second year of Nebuchadnezzar’s reign, Nebuchadnezzar dreamed such dreams that his spirit was troubled and his sleep left him… He said to them, I have had such a dream that my spirit is troubled by the desire to understand it

Caught a light sneeze Dreamed a little dream Made my own pretty hate machine

Dreamed such dreams body bark bask black: black cat cutter slow corridor or cinder Dream let’s make a record with records Let’s make a record with records my body radially symmetrical rabbit punch metric modulation
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When in doubt, count faster: count faster and drive faster (I count days and months Christina absent, a furious hammer hauntology) I count faster pontiac steppe on step count falling I count fast fast steppe horse rhythm

I was inspired today by a speech Louis CK gave at a memorium for George Carlin, I say to Asia. George Carlin basically put out a special every year. He was asked how he could put out so much. George Carlin said he works all year on the special and after the special happens, he throws away all the jokes and starts from zero working on new jokes for the next year’s special. Louie CK commented this method makes you dig deep. You do airplane jokes, and you throw it away. Have to dig deeper. You do your own emotions and desires and throw it away. Dig deeper you talk about your fears and anxieties. Then you’re able to get to the weird shit… I was writing, after I throw all these texts away, and my religions and scriptures, what’s left? I’m left. And my connection with my friends. That’s zero point. That’s where all creations begin: Ben and his friends, I say. That would be definitely one of the things, says Asia. What other things night I be missing? Just Ben, says Asia. The dialogues are fine, but sometimes it feels like you are prioritizing the lens of your friends – how they see things – not your lens, says Asia.

I fear Just Ben. I don’t know if it’s possible to exist without an else. I fear just me because I’m not sure I can grasp its reality or live with just me. I build a model of community from my friendships – a model for connecting with others. I don’t know how a human can exist Just Ben… I fear just Ben and thus I must descend Just Ben and live Just Ben and experience Just Ben. Just Ben starts from zero: Just Ben katabatic rebirth.

I write faster and count faster number faster troubles number

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Number without what
Number name bubble freak out
Number body waves inevitable

Without thistle wall whistle Taryn without
<Taryn troubles waters words-within-worlds first magic chaos
Taryn ambushes Ben Bythos and she arises leviathan>
Number without out concept albums

Without shout how double album albumin (aluminum shout short lot lot lot)

What shut the door I can leave
What hurt warp numbers themes
What wing sing warp numbers
Rubber crumble what swarm born

Number without what: the world is thinner in some places Number without what / the world is thinner in some places

I thin out the what and numbers I thin twin amen word door twin thinner places (place displaced way dismemberment meter disembowelment) New places and thinner places New displacements and thinner misplacings
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When in doubt, count faster Count faster troubles the magicians tell Egypt could dreams I spirit eyelids faster pharaoh

Dreams my and have am all so them of dreamed the before such sent men and dreams

Count faster further troubles metric modulation / trouble slow swirl as the edge of the ocean (ocean ocean slow at the edge of the sea)

Text Disintegrates To Reveal Teeth

Teeth environment seek, leaping fan-shaped arras corners shore among in backwards dispatch

Teach teeth teak Taryn trade taste (teeth text exchange Taryn theopoetics / theurgic action) Teeth environment seek seal repeal peals of lightning (limits lipid limits sip search lightning pine tree)

Text trades teeth Taryn

(Text language array awry anna always text. Text impact language array impact act action text track attack teeth. Text impact sack language linger longer text tracks night train.)

Teeth text tile environs teet text teeth

Text trades teeth Taryn tyrant

Text disintegrates to reveal teeth. My teeth text terror tract tap teeth. Text disappears and teeth remain. Text remembers my teeth and I mourn text mythologies. Awry, strange text tells spirit. Spirit sprite myth fay text impact language. Text language arrays strange myth and weird grammar, and I ground around grammar.

Doing some thinking about how grammar is taught in school, says Asia. How there is still only one “correct” form of English grammar and how reductive grammar education is. Teaching the history is to break the unspoken rule that grammar and language is something that is set in stone, says Asia.

Text teases language signal seagull god Taryn

Leap sleep fan-shaped sharp harp fanwards forwards fans and sharp scrap scratch Leap sleep street magic and street photography (I photograph arrays arras against always pronounce vowels. I vowel array eva corners worry bare shoulders.)

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<Pando prophesies porous unbeing / creative category>

The Spirit, lit. wind, breath of YHVH, also inspired Gideon, Jephthah, Samson, Saul and David

But the Spirit of YHVH took possession of Gideon: and he sounded his trumpets, and the Abiezrites were called out to follow him.

Trumpet play Taryn intermedia machine Taryn While trumpets sound and start rejoice at the birth of Babylon (Johnny Cash had a dream about performing Ring of Fire with two Mexican trumpets) I follow Taryn’s trumpets possessed sound spirit language

Then the Spirit of YHVH came upon Jephthah, and he passed through Gilead and Manasseh. He passed on to Mizpah of Gilead, and from Mizpah to Gilead he passed onto the Ammonites.

Passed through passion passages seek Passed passion seek Seek <prophetic porous unbeing / creative without category>

Passed through passion text impacts language array (matrix array takes hold spirit woman) Woman spirit comes upon me and I make <creative without category> Make leap sleep fanned dream

I stole more plants today, says Asia. I took a bay laurel from my sister’s, and on the way out, I passed my brother-in-law and I said, “I took one of your trees. You will never know which one.”

I’ve read two books recently where the characters were taught and had a way of of “keeping track” or notating things, says Asia. Keeping track had kind of a vague meaning. It seemed like it would also fall under checking in on people or passing stories and skills down but the characters always seemed to take it to mean recording things. Physically recordings things as a way to prevent erasure, says Asia.

Physically record things to prevent erasure Prevent erasure Prevent Passing stories passed through Gilead god woman

The woman bore a son, and named him Samson. The boy grew, and YHVH blessed him. The Spirit of YHVH began to stir him in Maha-neh-dan, between Zorah and Eshtaol.

Woman stirs prevent erasure and pass stories. Shaman, storyteller, prophet: all myth healers and creative community-builders. Woman stirs word abrupt pistol teeth mouth fire and my mouth doesn’t burn to ash but crystallizes. Fire crystal stirs between births and over coagulation, and pass story city kiss story city Book passages.

(The spirit of YHVH began to stir… Stir, literally trouble, also used to describe insomnia)

I never leap to sleep and woman mouth sharp troubles forwards forwards not erasure Trouble woman stir passing trumpets thump text
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Teach teeth invents text environment Seek leap fan shaped erras / edit mother of all living, including Adam / Ben Adam

Teach teeth fan-shaped prophecy. Fan spreads glacier erosion prophecy, and its vision descends and ascends hellish energy and ripe roots. Roots stir earth luminiferous aether; roots trouble soil spread porous Pando allwhen allwhere.

Teeth teach text Taryn Milk of the Philosophers trade texts Text add text storytells Taryn theopoetics / triangle in circle theurgic action

Prophesy porous no limit but lights X lights Jackson Mac Low light poems

Porous texts language array eva Mother of the Living storytelling stir woman. Stir woman and Trouble Woman arouses language lodestone language / I make malleable magnet porous prophecy. Storytell magnetic myth without erasure and pass through creativity without category.

Slanting Through The Words, I Prophesy

Slanting through the words I start lumen fossil lamina worship geology I worship Christina body geology principle of faunal succession cement strata secrete cylinder exoskeletons

(Film auteur antlers fossilized neanderthal bone gnosticism)

Slanting through the words, woven light thrice woven woman wolverine thrice woven wolverine woman shaker solutes

Slanting through words word woven bone weapon word malleable walls walls washington wombat or baseball bat contact kneecap wave frequency

Woven word weaves the cut through my body and I prophesy this quiltwork work word bricolage. Woven word threads open my side wound – hold my side wound wider open and its open tissue nevertheless threads thrice woven word (word thread up and close simultaneously and simultaneously each word). My body weaves the band of prophets and wild women – animal possessed shaman and deer.

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As you come to the town, you will meet a band of prophets coming down from the shrine with harp, tambourine, flute and lyre playing in front of them; they will be in a prophetic frenzy. Then the spirit of YHVH will possess you and you will be in a prophetic frenzy along with them and be turned into a different person. Now when these signs meet you, do whatever you see fit to do, for God is with you.

I only know one method of interpreting and reinterpreting texts: through repeating and copying the text as received and then distorting the transmissions. I receive rough stone raw rhizome and transmission proliferates stone tumor spore networks in my desert dendrites / a hesitating neurosis. Through the repetition and scribal transgression of texts, prophecy possesses me. I play quiltwork work and woven woman seer seeing.

When they were going from there to Gibeah, a band of prophets met him; and the spirit of God possessed him and he fell into a prophetic frenzy along with them. When all who knew him before saw he prophesied with the prophets, the people said to one another, what has come over the Son of Kish? Is Saul also among the prophets?

My banded body weaves prophetic seeing and I see Taryn thrones and towers. <I prophesy anarchy, creative community, and unnamed unconditional. The friendships I have with Kindred and Pando and KRYSXTRYN provide a model for creative community and alchemical anarchy>. My banded body braids prophetic spore networks and transmission / reception frenzy, and the creative community maps onto bands of prophets, seers, and shaman. Seer see prophesy letters spark and I too am among the prophets.

(Music was used to induce an ecstatic condition in which prophets uttered their oracle; frenzy is a misleadingly pejorative translation. Like the judges, Saul will be moved to action by the Spirit of the Lord. The instruction to do whatever you see fit is a military commission.)

This makes me wary of being a prophet, I say. What if I’m full of bozo beans like this woman and I don’t know it [Headline: ‘Prophet’ claims portal opened over the White House so Trump can get ‘intel from God.’]. Why do the charismatic love portals so much? says Asia. They will talk about you can buy something at an antique store that could be cursed and it could “open up a portal” to let demons in your life. Or sin can open a portal to give you depression. Funny though – never heard them talk about god opening portals. It’s usually demons and spirits and shit, says Asia. Apparently God didn’t want demons to have a monopoly on portals, I say. I’m not sure where I got the idea of my role as prophet. In the SDA church Ellen White is considered a prophet but there’s not an active prophetic or charismatic thing going on. I don’t remember exactly when I first started acting in the role of the prophet. Is that weird? I say. No, says Asia. At least it wasn’t because god popped out of a portal, I say. The whole god talking through a portal really shows the disconnected way they view spirituality, says Asia. God is speaking through something outside of Trump. No heart, no metaphor, no connection, says Asia. That is an interesting observation, I say. Totally the opposite of the mystical tradition of the experience. Right? says Asia. Usually it’s god speaking through a person’s spirit or heart, she says. Meister Eckhart talked about God being closer to the us than our own soul, I say. That to know one self is to know God and be unified in the will. God from the portal is making god into a literal image, an idol, an object to be looked at. Yes, says Asia.

Then the spirit of YHVH came upon him, and he judged Israel; he went out to war, and YHVH gave King Cushan-Rishathaim into his hand; and his hand prevailed over Cushan-Rishathaim.

Spirit upon arrival experience experience passion passages <I prophesy creative anarchy> I prevail spirit upon slant through word worship Worship arrival experiment / experience

Spirit upon slant through word body worship wing light lead pipe false flag operation / aporia propaganda

Came upon spirits prophesy <Kindred and Pando and KRYSXTRYN> Spirit unnamed itself / spirit weave word woman

(The Spirit, literally, wind, breath of YHVH, also inspired Gideon, Jephthah, Samson, Saul and David)
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Slanting through the words, I start lumen fossil lamina

Hollow comes upon me, a spirit empty itself emptiness / word slant spirit pleroma

I worship geology <Pando prophesies> I worship body geology principle of faunal succession / prophecy stacks – sill sound erosive move move stand aggregates

<Pando improvises unconditional communal harmolodic funk> Funk slants strata secret human bodies in spore communion Pando creative Create slant word woman weaves word arrives upon my judging Word arrives word breath strata aggregates <Asia Aggregate and Assemblage from a collection of trees, plants, and bits of bone>

Slanting word woven light thrice women: Pando and Kindred and KRYSXTRYN Woven women thread my body feminine (My female meanders word pray circle Pando path of stones)

Slant word her spirit comes upon me Slant woman worship spirits geologic operate apophatic Spirit not looked at but experienced

I Swim In Soil

I swim in soil said soul. I said same soil and soil slow same sure size I swim soil. I swim soil and I said in soil swore an oath earth. I swim said soil and I size soil soon a soil swims or swerve wire soil whale swim boil. Swim discovers soil oil boils other discovers one.

I swim smooth soil soothe saying. I say grass word god and says clings grass. I swim in soil skims my skin says soil. I say soil smooth logos show ghosts I poltergeist performances.

One discovers varietal of soils, ancient yet compilable language bones, pressed word-fossils, collapsed layers, mineral toil, friable clays, dried pigments, decomposed fragment stretches, discontinuous tracing, and much unrecoverable matter.

I swim in soil smooth language. Language compiles cordgrass slashes my skin smooth. My skin disappears swim discover. Discover swims beneath soil and I said soil language bones. I said language bones and language games and saying secretes salt.

On that day the prophets will be ashamed, every one, of their visions when they prophesy; they will not put on a hairy mantle in order to deceive, but each of them will say,”I am no prophet; I am a tiller of the soil, for the land has been my possession since my youth.” And if anyone asks them, “What are these wounds on your chest?” The answer will be “The wounds I received in the house of my friends.”

I swim in soil discovers I am not a prophet but a seer. I see sweetgum unsettled Pando and roots spiral smelt wet melt sticky seed pods (sea seed sweetgum generations). I see sweetgum sometimes sweet root sugarcane.

I swim no soil prophesy nothing but see the wounds on my chest See film antennae gnosticism fossilized neanderthal bone

I do not cease seeing sea seem sea scripture soil anew (and if anyone ashamed, every one, of my possession since my possession bag of ob seeing). I see the shaman sees and I till soils.

One discovers discontinuity

<Asia armies forage sweetgum> every land wounds in friends

One discovers discontinuity and one discovers discontinuous soil. Soil breaks up stratified stirring strata to see. One discovers surprising discontinuity and to see erupts surprises.
Slanting through woods I start lunar fossil lamina worship geology
Fossilized neanderthal bone collapse toil toil soil boil troubled
I discover some other surprises discontinuous soil discovery. I swim in soil and I struggle against soil swarms cordgrass salt soil holy spirit. I find fermented soil buried flesh – I find flesh ferryman ferris wheel. Fermented soil swarms body frequencies frequent amplitude and ferment soil surprises.

I swim in soil prophesy wounds the chest. I said soil if the when am not an answer but beneath secreted salt. I sail same soil sails on answer mantle on them are tiller. I swim in soil and I said in soil what land the visions will deceive one ashamed.

I discover ancient soil and bone bodies. Bodies ferment in pink or grape swamp swarms. <Asia armies forage sweetgum trees and seep zerg creep salt marshes – salt marsh shaped canvas painted cricket color salt marsh Pando>.

There are so many cool native plants in my area that love wet soil, says Asia. My yard is so dry.

I’m changing out the water in the patio pond, says Asia. It got murky so I’m putting in fresh water. I’m going to get aquarium sand as the pet store tomorrow and that should help. The soil isn’t completely covered right now. I’m hoping over time things will balance out, she says.

Through Autumn No Threshold

Through autumn’s over and the sly defeat of the cunning running further when leaves greet in octave show Through autumn under and sky coil toil farther leaf gods in octave slow

Autumn omnisexual multidirectional not directed awl (The chapel is an irregular octagonal brick building with gray or rose stucco walls and a skylight)

Through autumn no threshold
Through autumn architecture omnisexual second clusters (second clusters eucharist sketch stretch liturgy)
Second liturgy slips large lips sits autumn leaves (autumn leaf anarchy)

Intentional through and through – I intend multiplicity and simultaneous allwhen allwhere vision intends times and seasons and faces, and time through through thick time fucks allwhere omnisexual. Intend times through intensities. Autumn improvises dense and any word improvises. Any word autumn, seer, cannibal, pornography – improvises spell smelt melt emulsive magics. Through improvisation awl autumn anarchy. Vision keeps chapel and builds the Book brick vision.

Through autumn no threshold and autumn strips open awe all Taryn of armies (even a man pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright)

I’ve been lazy but made a new bog bucket, says Asia. How do you make a bog bucket? Leaves, sticks, dirt, compost, water plus plants, she says. Nice, I say. What do you do with bog buckets? Put plants in it, she says. I got a cool volunteer plant. Some kind of ludwigia.

Running farther when leaves greet in octave show slow Running ruins – reanimated ruins – body huddled circular ruins – running reincarnation Running transmigration of reanimated souls (parousia resurrection of the dead)

Leaves greet stained glass – crushed glass – leaves language stations of the cross grand guinol (autumn hypomanic grandiosity)

Through autumn standing through the words

Breath suggests Book: Book suggests breath stressed stand strand strength. Strength of fates stir and sand structure – strict sick breath – Book breath suggests scythe autumn. Breath suggests sky reaper and last supper rescue.

Through autumn slanting through the words
Through autumn slanting through the words
Autumn over slanting through words light window Slanting through words light window landmine Slant through word worship language language long body worship language

I have black nightshade growing in my yard now, says Asia. It can kill you but you’ll probably hallucinate and shit yourself first. Birds planted it – I’m keeping it. Through once it starts making berries, I’m going to have to tell my daughter and her friends “DO NOT TOUCH THIS.” Maybe I’ll just start a garden full of poisonous plants, says Asia. That is a very Asia thing to do, I say. What is the best poisonous plant to eat? I say. Like, to die? says Asia. Or poison you can eat it without dying if prepared properly? To die, I say, but also which is tastiest. I don’t know, she says. I haven’t eaten any. I would guess pokeweed? People do eat it, but you have to eat the fresh leaves or you will die, she says.

Autumn strips open running enters and <Asia’s flesh filters sediment>

Running farther when leaves where <salt marshes moving amid tall grasses and swimming tidal creeks>

Slant through light lip lin word light: light verse light slant autumn through words ben worship KRYSXTRYN I worship KRYSXTRYN cubist art figures / delicate nudes plant naked rigors Now nude I post process procession power knowledge near deer antlers gnosticism

Through through autumn unknown poisonous plantings – sacred plantings – plants pharmakon

Thick time autumn slant night midnight nightshade: light time

Through autumn no threshold / entirely light

Experiment Erotic

Body invades Body coupled to body porous production (porous abyss whitened slack raging under an incline) Body produces body coupled body to body porous production deep inside heights

Body produces body and I master calcinations, distillations, sublimations, steamings, fixations, the production of light without heat, the mixture of anesthetic and soporific powders, and the preparation of metallic salts, compounds, and alloys

Body produces body chaos and I always exist elsewhere chaos. I exist elsewhere anywhere void. Chaos I construct an Anthony Braxton erector set. I gather void erect flowers rings rubber tree robberies. I construct haunted house photographies autobiographies house lives spills it’s spill and I juggle empty tarot. I write little house horse and haunted pseudepigrapha. My earrings slip through my fingers refrigerator doors.

Body produces body couples <chaos permanent water>
Porous water widens permanent pile peculiar
Water widens whip body underwater couple

I sculpt the doors into miniature houses. I lie line between horse scream and scripture threshold behold syzygy houses.

Body produces body and the master of animals lamb lush sublimation: Ben Body vaporized hevel chaos. Chaos permanent water transmutes mineral intestines into living fossils.
Horse
Household histories horse house
Haunt histories hamlet helios horses: helios house coast marble ghost dust out of the whirlwind

Body produced coupled to body porous production / Ben body without organs produces an apophatic pornography

How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! Your lips distill nectar, my bride’s honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of lebanon. A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed. Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices – a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from lebanon.

Ben body without organs produces an apophatic pornography Chaos under your channel is my sister My sister <Christina caresses incomplete chaos impossible incomplete chaos> Without organs, bride with all trees of living water – my sister chaos – my sister haunted house horror horses <Christina keeps chaos in increasingly eccentric orbits>

Without organs produces apophatic pornography
Male sex robots with unstoppable bionic penises are coming this year
He could not cure his own compulsion for women Second Year Intern
A novel of sexual tensions in a great hospital
Produce your seals with all orchard of your aloes Garden better your my lips Any sweet of lebanon bride

I produce a porous potpourri / pungent nude transmigration of souls (He produced drawings and collage works that incorporated images from natural history, sciences files, classical art, religious iconography, and pornography, including homoerotic clippings from beefcake magazines)

Ben body without organs produces an eccentric chaos pornography and <eccentric chaos kisses with beginning earth was complete / coupled chaos> pornography

I film a pornographic Anton Webern musical

The history of pornography is the history of the female body: the history of pornography is the history of God/gods. History archives heretical pornographies and pornographic heretics,. History documents flat discus bodies, body conic sections disc cyst Piss Christ historical hews the shadow hidden in the depth by this alternate sail. The history of pornography produces porous the history of the female body. The history punches partial objects and partial harmonics history of God.

Taryn Lilith kisses chaos a fountain sealed your tongue (I do not trust the Tetragrammaton but I trust Taryn. I trust Taryn’s jeep or pick-up truck. Rocket propellant pulse most chemistry).

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Body produces body coupled to body but my body doesn’t exist. Neither my historical body nor my pornographic body exists – an absent horror body. Body voice <began to create the heavens and the earth complete chaos and darkness> non-body

Like my body exists – like this body is real, right? I say to Asia. I’m walking around and doing laundry and shit. But my consciousness feels wrong. It doesn’t feel like Ben. It feels like something else. Another consciousness? Something else has invaded? Maybe never existed? Like I have Ben’s memories and I have his face but I don’t feel Ben. It’s not me. Right now I am Not-Feeling Ben, I say. No, you don’t’ stop existing, says Asia.

Body coupled body without organs sweats body and swears body eros compulsion <Eccentric chaos kisses with beginning> and I begin my body erotic whether or not Ben Begin low than like orchard and sweet any the of aloes is spice scent pomegranates

I read a 2017 interview with Michael Pisaro-Liu conducted by Nathan Thomas and Pisaro-Liu talked about his composition professor Ben Johnson. “Ben liked to quote Herbert Brün: ‘I’m not interested in what I like, but in what I don’t like.’ That’s the experimental attitude in a nutshell,” says Michael Pisaro-Liu.

I intend a certain kind of experiment: I experiment intension on extension flexible flesh touch open ocean Flexible flesh immense ocean dark: deep ocean and unexplored ocean

I experiment exploration or I explore experiment / excavation. I do not escape experiment – only my own body, my own soul – but experiment extends and exceeds. My body performs experiment an often ugly body – not a body at all but ugly coupled Book pornography. My body explores body male and female he made them / experiment ben body inexhaustible environment.

I experiment uncertain body intensities / experiment energetic excess Body beach blade bend intensities not intimidation but ocean
Ocean pump organ orgasm pipe organ orgasm

Body plot perfume experiment inside elephant fortean forest body Body perform gunpowder plot power / knowledge
Body banter boneless shard bone metafiction
Metafiction membrane bone marrow word body marshmallow
Body plot coupled body sheol

(Why write? No one will read this. The Book doesn’t exist like Ben doesn’t exist. Because if I don’t write, I die. Not metaphor, but literal: if I stop writing, I die. <If I do not experiment, I die, and writing necessitates experiment through remix, sampling, and reinvention / transformation.> Write regardless and experiment.)
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Body produces body coupled to body porous production (porous abyss whitened slack raging under an incline