
0603bird-0
tl;dr
¿semantic, acupuncture or balconism?
[things that won’t slave you]
while you channel some inwards tunneling of significance and air
brushing past insipid lexicons and warrants overburdened over there predominantly unintelligible at the antipode of what should be considered as a possible therapy -not your Google historic- a place a space a world for the odyssey you deserve not a readymade 11 by 11 grid not even a diluted domesticated version of www.WHY that splashes crisped consensus screened from the regrettably non sensitive knee point of view broadcasting practices of unblinking while asserting lists of crippled bullshits which open wounds of communication -hunted for what they aren’t- expurgated through the kind of laugh questionably admitted into this unblemished society officially ready for a factory RESET back to the oh! darling, the presence of origin can not yet be assumed in this stage of tenderly woven apocalypse and telos -darling should we smuggle all the way over to bless the resistance off the hysterical anticipation of their cynicism -darling I saw you adopting the ethereal allure raging through the discretisation this underlying alphabet stabber of a possible alternormative depiction of everything -darling I saw you radical sonor incarnation at the bottom of any metaphor ready to CALCIFY a moment your mind your animated self made vernacular and evolutive -but oh, moonshiners imply albeit reluctantly laws which brings some turgid legitimacy question like the substantial PURRS of the geologic processes whose economy still indiffers their consecrated necrophilic consumerism- or if not law it recognises a willingness that may be a simple appetite for symmetry or any phantom of justice, supposed to stand partial filling the political cracks with vaseline -cracks exposed to data and denigrated states of incoherence like when our legs plummet and rubs some slice of open ludicrous sky where you decipher the future as in an oracular spit – and this real as f*ck not like their snickers calling yelling staggering a thing soon unborn -inside all the time- yelling they couldn’t keep the mix blend-aspirational SHIT- whilst they didn’t stop harvesting ASCII over-identification how hollow how sinister the echolocation of their thoughts encapsulated in -assumed alien- equations of digital ex.sanity the medicine for software leprosy greased and supple like french wax on a purulent tibia along the bits stream sounding as an underbelly cosmically rescaled which includes opaque maximisation and starry obsolescence - think how the precariousness of a tail would there sculpt some extra burden -a certain urbanised though obsolete figuration among olympian digits whilst being the thick memory of nothing junkier than the impossibility of a fair far-sighted justice performed in the leafs freshly birthed inverted conceivable only sun-bleached or as an alternative organic fact -strip of irony: the event horizon this kind of causality gaze on the existential blackmarket is looking for pardon and I understand you standing still upwards elusive facing the conjuration soundtracked by spring-reverbed rheumatism and lo-fi distortion something petrified as are dialogues now-excuse this cynicism crested with lichen and obfuscated beetles full and boiled overnight-certainly my love there is somewhere a partial.full.fillment out of straight time the drag time with round corner for lipstick sake through ellipsoid aluminium foil light - it's not alarming it's reflective- the hips which may not have the luxury of being posthumanist are still a mossy experience an action of stripping the guilt asking whether the fingers should retreat or crotch -why is it still a question ?- the therapeutic secretion in which we glare peek and see through the scalp is reductionist but purgatory for the body of amnesia we worship- if facial is the perspective in which the vicinity is swollen along honesty closer towards clairvoyance in the midst of reckoning -why don't you fit in an eyelash, my love?- both the self and the sedative couch the comfort lazily laid on the objectification soon compacted into a vandalised layer of your cortex -eligible, nah?- a few inches deeper maybe the location of a redemption after waking up beneath unembarrassed particles dis.embodied underwear you know something like this fractures the self referential simulation whether they are lunatic or simply arranged on screened for grinding until exhaustion the once-secure conditioned rope concocted for them to feel on their very throat the tension of their egregious loyalty turned into dispassionate gaze to the other typically terminal though unhatched behind the spoiled details -mites sewed with iron pitching themselves in the name of Hippocrate- wrapped as these DIY kits for surgical pre-carbonated post-capitalism being - a kind of caligulean rendering to support contemporary mattressed spleen -well, finally we are on display, babe.
0103bird-5
the imperative of the imperative of the imperative
of a unity cancerous as noise
+++++neoplatonic enhancements++++
in the bruise of an heart
-essentially a Russian roulette-
-essentially a -
a notion of behavioural turmoil
toxins
in ferrofluids
racing as vanity
while neon implants flashes
some empiricism
-come on dude, they need not lungs just a waterpipe-
below the knee
everything tastes dialectic
and bleeds into entertainment
Genius loci
somehow dislocated expurgated pressurized
somehow vain
in the fabric of adversariality
------well, should we be more carnal now?
2702bird-7
¿Bitch or blue grass?
{{{{{mirrors like mirrors like mirrors like just mirrors and you{{{
transfeminine
arborescent corporeality
HOLE AND GLORY
embracing the whole -the kitsch and the emancipatory-
unfurling presence
a carnal loophole
through the thickness of the urban medium
as if as if as if
as if eros
as if it swarms asifit breeds asifit hurts asifit heals asifit lies
as if it has something to do with electromagnetism
and this corrosiveness
something sounding like ego-fission flesh-fusion
subverts the last mental spaces I am aware of
2502bird-9
placenta for breakfast
-flash.back on vulvul.vulnerability; as women experience gonna hurt either your impunity or your immunobiology-
the pressure cooker junkies
impermanence influencers
profiling their niche
slick and savvy
with their hypereal tits as mobilization seeds for gasoline new age
-nipple politic at the petrol station-
encapsulating mothers into pills of fatality
and chia-fueled karma recovery planes
craving carving
perimeters of orgasms as a requiem for bureaucracy
but oh, there is a suction behind the whole
yum.yum.yummy
it is the alienated embryos
of a gentrified nonsense brew
somewhere between what we hug and what we chew
-well, we do have puking standards
in our decentralised cannibalism
but errr… when is tomorrow ?
2302. bird-11
¡¡¡¡¡floppy¡¡¡discs!!!allegeance!!!!!!!
i shiver shiver swoon while
oyu uoy you
go down the ceramic
sparking illicit chronokinesis
-taste of a non continuum at the blackmarket of emotions finally something made perceptible some acoustic evanescence some depressurizations in the tympanic cavity oh dear these perpetual attempts of recognition well hello brain hello autocompletion- making sense of the traffic now of this disruption through the endolymph stream and recursively making sense of making sense of and load some sisyphean blabbermouth feed for later -
cos’ now
teenage electronics
-and other filaments of fetish-
tuned along divas, tapes and cardamon
tailored to echo
haptically
harpoon my ears
2202bird-12
.recidivism
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2002bird-14
.subjonctiveisnotascourge
-this one stays with us in transit in the damp clothes bucket-
Suppose the sea
through its utterly borrowed colonial features -the sea which would have never been able to go to the ChampsElysées
- strikingly trivial in the hand, complicit for the eye, with the same passive-aggressiv absolutism you should inject in you emancipatory spit
Suppose the sea - and a certain amateurism in the unfurling of its rolls excluding the ground
Suppose the sea - legit and yeasty -yet not open-source- as it ripples some intentions of awareness
Suppose the sea - essentially a looking-glass essentially a hoax
Suppose the sea
and remember to add something like supersymmetry
suppose the sea
would you surface
for me?
1802bird-16
Être guliersin rielplu
[JLN la Garse]
je ne connais que toi
le braille de ta voix parfois à l'aube botanique bouclant sur ma peau lorsque le verso d’un jour avec toi je me souviens
une ampleur dont le dessein s’évanouit givrée de foi et
de non-territoires roussis des froissements du devenir sinués d’audace et de volumes volés sous des éventails de chairs
ici
la terre est bleue le ciel est rouge
sous le contre-jour d’une nuque sur une fresque de l’Histoire qui coule le long du mur avec leurs effrois -
enfin détournée des chantiers remachés de la page 74, des contractions d’un monde enceint à rebours
à l'horizon qui oblique de confession
-du cirque des Hommes il ne reste qu’un verglas-
soudain les paumes en vue à la cadence de ce qui vient au monde
un moment de nu inassouvi froissé encor de vertige
l’aube descend sa foi comme un justaucorps
-car l’incidence est nouvelle-
et il y a quelque chose qui dans la projection même en dehors de l’autre de soi ces empilements ou colonnes d'air que l’on déploie en diapason entre les jambes et les toitures celles qui laissent entrevoir quelque pans de nuit inouïes de jour, dans ces douces tranchées in.offensives de napalm où ce profil reposé déposé de biais entre les autres qui n’existent plus
lui - toi- vecteur de clarté engourdi d’abysse disposé à tutoyer le monde en échelle de transparences
tisse en surimpression des pavillons aigus de grâce et de déraillements des jours à genoux et à l’envers il n’y a pas que les sens en résonnance il y a
la manifestation de l'inaudible
la tension de l’être à
mise à nue
l’écoute de
toi
qui à chaque touche le module
et sublime
-dissidente-
ce qui est
ce qui n’est pas
(((oh,
que connais je ne toi((((
1502bird-19
Your soul is on my floor but where are you ?
Dear passerby
ffffllllutp
snowwhites and ufologists
iiiouuuxzaaliiibipfchkta
scorched by
krrshcttttkrtrkrckcrtksssssaashtksrktschuutckkttfiut
unregulated oxygen
at the outskirts of togetherness
elsewhere -somewhere, right?-
the parametric wonderland
aeeiiuoiauiouoliiauaeiaueieieeeaaaa
a spine of outer space
-yours-
unorthodoxically mellow
at the liminality of the being towards
- as your absence
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(is all I can hear today)
1402bird-20
unsourcing the thermomix
{{{{towards a place we can soak in
padawans and padischah
feel like spraying territoriality
and epileptic eternities
through the glow-in-the-dark mucus
of heteronormativity
bae,
please fling
something that you can’t dial
somewhere you can’t stay
fling
these agnostic bows
too aware to land
from the balkanised
to the unregulated
-cos’ they have seen the empire,
the whim of the curve,
chunks of galileo,
and the smashing dummies of legacy
-cos’ they re.search trans.grease up.lift
the new hyperventilated resort of Love
queer, antifragile and polyvalued
1202bird-22
...and I still can’t sell my cheeks on ebay cos'.
yiou,
ir.e.radiated firefly
gracious as thousands unmanned bicycles
post.structuralised
your blood geyser
blueberry-eddy-fueled
flashing pleasure
eagerly
crashes their URL
((leur lustre leur buste et leur assurance vie)))
and countdown the universe
-once assumed
- is this
a way to say
“hi, die with me"
to allegro game.boys
twerking kneeling frizzling
unrelenting derivative
along the ear
and the devout eV pansexually ululating in hidden layer raves
meanwhile internet
-our curated mercenary
anxiously wiggles
the bereaved and the déjà vu
0902bird-25
°°stair stair stair stair chain stair stair stair stair chain stair stair stair stair chin stair stair stair carbohydrate°°°
oh dorky chérie
please photosynthesize me
through
the singular hot blizzard
of your open-source Ma.gesty
world-building contorsionist
er(e)[u]cting tttttt
collected as semiotic anarchitecture
-an hard.core vocalisation of a monophony
currently meta.burping after.life
past the butt-powered tramways of the schismogenesis
they hailed
29 kWh
we hatched
some local heavenly hells
[three_dimensionally_realised_as_toilets[
0503bird-1
when I picture you among terracotta and rosemary
you're still lethal
oh babe
weaponize me
while I try feel
the radical situatedness snatched and snared of being misplaced among
the kamikaze workforce twisted by the hyperstition of these werewolves I’m oblivious to
the critical burnout of any birth material in the deprivation of what heals
the warped genomic charity on bankrupt metabolisms
the electroconvulsive awareness depatterning some subjective sediments at 800 milliamps
the typefont exorcism of the Bored at X Network
the slushy sludgy feel of deflowering the academic permafrost
the uncompromising moment before shaving
while I try to feel and regurgitate
weaponize me
'till I sound like bones
-cos’ millenials creak they dont squeal-
0403bird-2
while the Political Poodles doodle---
(((get them this three wolf shirt at the dignity retailer
once upon a time a wireless intentional X which was a girl in a boy which is a now girl soon tomboy which got years of candies then oestrogens with no intention of molecular voyeurism or gender clandestinity only this simple wish of being herself of beholding a body that won't shortcircuit once upon a time a pulse of resistance and audacity please
and that's just a version of what is possible in the laboratory beyond seaweed growth hacking
0303bird-3
mummified in a tupperware
—is it a prophecy of what ?-
sisyphean
free fallers
mammal as fuck
currently snoaring
this rumor of humanity latency
from this angle
some colonial stalactites are itching their bold runaway spines
their cotton bones and readymade eyeballs
clerical
revisiting the scaffold
- what if gravity is data is corruptible is corrupted -
as they rush ooze
and wipe out as milennials
an arrogance
unreflective over there
something identifiable as the swollen crust of coakroach
asphalt curd [curse[
-is it earth ?
-is it savory?
0203bird-4
saddle me tomo.raw at 181 bpm
{on.being.edible…and.chew.up
some of your desintegration modulations
of hostage controlled oscillators
outsource uninhibited speedcore tropisms
through entropic distortions agnostic erosions freudian resonators
and this psychic over.drive that is life-
while the dancefloor brouhaha cottons the soul radio
-broadcasting some nick cave-induced fish & chips-
the mind
tenderly tangled in the bulldozing polytheism of burnout FM
is dialing Frankenstein
and in a margin a deluge extenuates
the last intentions of orthodoxy
within you
2802bird-6
is swimming a sign for wondering if swimming is a sign for hammering
anyway
come here
venture hysteresis
and don’t dissipate
cos' life starts at the corner
where it sprouts moistens and germs
utterly educated
and megalomaniac
inseminate
what is esmasculated
imminent or peerless
but get out of this oedipal mud
cos’ world is running out of sand
and I care for you
2602bird-8
::::behave:discard the eye::::
when you stop hearing words
clandestine is your agency
inhabiting spaces you didn't imagine to stand
liminal
shades behind the adversariality a chosen gangsterization out of what ‘is’ ’should be" or even ‘could be’ - these states indefinitely defered towards -somewhen turning somewhere
- as the very thought of graveyard may align with excavation or vibrato -the possibility of an otherness thoroughly wrapped around the unrest of the mesmerised ears who listen
in-between
the fka wor(l)ds
and inherently non-linear process we live in
your curled an elbow
transitory
-gestures for a breakdown of the Known
was it yours?
was it a shamanistic way to outsource love ?
i saw it filled with a polyphonic plasma
hosting napalm and ecstasy
was it.
2402. bird-10
°°°the limits of cold pressed nirvana
in an era of scalability°°°
another day waking up in the prehistory
unintentional
crumbling palms and pre.hentai childs within the factory
faster
while we trade techno-digested pickles for amnesia
somehow towards Eden-irreverence
the homeless objects of the accelerationist domestic supply
soluble as the engineered non-figure of a disaffected reality
nurtures me like chloridhric acid
and yet I buy
a performative absence as a courtesy
of my self referential cells
somewhere quarantined between wellbeing and animacy
interpolating
the residues of some multivalued schizoid pleasure
my mothers my fathers my caterpillars
my chronicle nucleosynthesis
reached through a transference on my knee
-no longer hypocondriac-
and yet it bend
a loyalty twerk
to season their prosperity gospel
2102bird-13
crowdsourcing the death of the anthropocentrist mammoth
start with internet
taste the availibility
the squamous squalid fecundity
of some social mollusc
embroidered into the blaspheme of the Commons
morphing icons with dots
and {historygeopoliticsmathematicsphilosophysociology} with memes
repitch the idea of a human being into
a self-replicating vomit
from another buffering throat
-an eligible agony-
mark them as superfluous
as narcissistic units of a Crustacean relic
as MISPLACED
1902bird-15
°°chill pill for black holes cruise°°°
(((((i know i can’t hear any trumpet
still it should be there the reason why you left))
You are a confused place
trying to squeeze some Gods
through different pulses of tears
let go
these scenographies of the paralysed
these neolithic bitch
fashionably unsanitary
mangled in the non-euclidian shapes of some statues which you have never been
let go
the reflux symphony
you had synthesized postmortem
among coffees and sentinels
from the maieutics of a silence
-possibly an overdrive possibly a detergent
let go
these things that makes other things drowning apart
bodybuilded
while they align with the darkness -the same one of the one embodied by person who was a variation of the other of the other of a plurality prototype from which we still have not yet seen far more than little broken matter accumulated in the confine of
an universe
squishy and defamatory
1702bird-17
holosin in holocene
i was along the bush digital bits further felt boredom and vice it was like
glazed and filfthy
flat real
there was this line telling me a way from the screen
an hammered self-permanence
via site-specific bodyfluids
maybe a voice maybe a haircut
cloaked with matter
synth synth to my inherence
depth lying 3 laying the eerie and the squalid
and somehow confusion through the 3D template of yourself spilling bliss and dollification
meanwhile something sandy filling the air would find a rampant passage deep fake the holistic as the genital
beyond your usurped microcosm mangled in the electricity an immanence soaked with pixels outperforming unity
-a corporate version of a socially constructed guttural firework
as you were illegible
holographic native
it drifted me away from any footage blew off markers like a defaunation of the Known
there were things that the air could not carry anymore
the lithium stigmata
the weightless interface
a fraction of the cortex rubbed along the lining
craggy
i felt
hazy
when at the bottom *sigh*
the spine of nothingness
tasted like implicit-explicit milk
1602bird-18
FASTWORWARD
.democratisising supernova and other shennigans
numerical sluts
mired in content
raving through inflatable algorithms
in the integrated funghi circuit
the coitus un.interruptus
of Information
backpropagation through their veins
universal solvent
of the engineered energy
tuned along the hemoglobin
-these
cybernetic harmonies
of the in.digestible-
our
dis.operating systems
wired af
-silicon chips in da immune system-
buffering perverts
drooling over completion
just this
just the whole
in.existence
affordable
at 67 mph
parse babe
parse
now your blood tastes like crystalline cohomology
1302bird-21
:::::::swipe left
and redeem your finger:::
::::ad-vice to what you ad-mire::::
you
ultra-sonic on the viennese walls
soluble on a teacup
floaty on a night bike ride
permeable on the skin
healed on a cat fur
resonant on a book spine
unfeigned on a glitter skirt
opensource on the post www
indefinite on the ground
unconditional in space
they
crack, dip and rush
what they don’t flush
their seeding fingers
-named after the perishable-
usability-fooled
erecting tissue
no longer oracular
restaging
somehow vain
an in.de.pendance
1102bird-23
"supremacy in your cup"
and fiscalised grapes of anger
[frictions factions in fallacy facilities]
behind the immediacy of a dys_topy,
the ex-ercise of a DEAL
-it don’t get loyal but it's fine babe you coax it you nail it-
Outside
the approximate
loaned or consumable
coupling horny popes & chastised corns
Inside
the lynchian
complicit or colonised
clutching fuel, goose & pre-satiety
Between
unsealed
autonomous or sibylline
our rococo attempt
to render something somehow
1002bird-24
GENOTYPE for diner
tectonic plates
of an unpolished m.otherhood
hatching some flatness that will not roll
-midriffs for midwives-
EMULSIFYING
—please rate that squish-
the conflicts of a representation
COAGULATED
in some arterial deadends
-please make some room for radioactive decay and phlegm infinite supply-
stuffed with urgency and hemoglobin
intended for overidentification
intended as if
hoover it up
me
the prehensile things
the genotype fears
the monolithism of my condition
hoover it
until it slides
0702bird-27
these hours
where Pekin smog is bigger than your wrist
these hours
13 37 73
where things vanish
in our unstirred skies
made inaudible
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before the time
the time to peel their structural duvet
relentlessly semantic
the time to wear the post-dissection fashion
bloodily esoteric stitched along
some inaugural guts
-no longer political-
huddling matter hustling mothers
with rapacious extrapolation
kale and indissoluble commodity
these hours
*mispronounced*
tumurous
*mispronounced*
refracting humanity
*the promise of*
as we don’t share
while they chlorinate
.these hours
.make you hesitate
0802bird-26
the astringent craft of being
without you
a notion of versatility
through an unframed member
of our gestural society
topologically legitimated
by a Moebius-shaped scenario
called 8
°°° a dissociative elbow
and a pantsuit°°°
they whirl
towards and apart
seventy four
cobras and corduroys
crumbled and crowned
through pagan-roasted velleities
essentially ovulating
mea-culpas at 17 dB
-tacky
beyond recognition
whirl
to braid your absence
this ontological *sob*
gurgle of nothingness
protuding the flaccid layer of disengaged neoliberal molecules
unfeigned anti-creationism statement of an unsecretive pancreas and self-
FLOORBOARDED
through heteronormative plasticity
called day
-does a loop deny their agency?-