Author Topic: Stop Following Instructions  (Read 1382 times)

Terminus_Est

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Re: Stop Following Instructions
« on: April 20, 2022, 10:10:42 am »
So perfect!  For a return to form, from a form which has been rendered somewhat...nay, mostly (by comparison)....progressively formless.

TY Jed!  *sigh*. For.....everything.  Your death was time-fully timeless and, as per what may be inadvertently implied by the post-ghosted heading, was and is....of course...impeccably inserted into the middle of my suspended instruction.  TY....Infinity!  You are the (my) Peerless Prankster, always and forever, amen :D

The husk is gone, the seed is born...I'm sure...in the many you left in your passage.  It's born in me, that's for fcking sure!  I indulged, of course I did!  To the max, baby....pedal to the metal...Thelma and Louise, over the edge with foot firmly on the gas....karma burned bright, and on both ends to boot!....twice-as-strong and half-as-long, in the words of the Maker (before being unmade by his creation) to his "son", The Replicant.  And thus burnt...and thus burnt out.....and thus, gone baby gone.   There's nothing left!  Where is it....this historical slavery to my desire?  My compulsions?  Just where TF did it go?!  IDK...I really don't

Halfway through Nav....mid-breath....thunder-struck, shock and awe.  Where's the rest?! I screamed....WTF?!! I'm empty, Jed!  Where's the goddam rest?!  Where's the line...the GD plot line?!  Cheshire Cat smile, as you disappear in the branches of a fever dreamed, rabbit-holed, rainbow-limned tree.   Ha!  :D. You know, ofc....well, ofc you don't...but that's the beautiful point, n'est pas?  You know that you don't know!  And left me to un-figure that one out on my own...all alone.  Even your helper/collaborator left my mail box empty (poor sot....too unruly for you?  Too unstable, too ...too disruptive?  Too distasteful.  You better un-figure this sh1t out...before it's too late).  In the hands of who?  IDK, who cares?  Not me :D. I was left hanging, and that's the beautiful point.  Your hapless Counterpart (great tip, on that show....the point of which escapes me and finds me from day to beautifully bristling, bustling day...in ways, unknown).

You're the only one who left me alone....to be myself.  All the way, baby...pedal to the metal (you get it, don't you?  You paradoxical gear head-loving/carbon emission-loathing conundrum, You!).  An indulgent mo-fo, left to indulge to the bitter end...to find the sweetness just beyond.  You let me FINISH....gave me the space to find the empty, liquid center at the bitter end of myself.  You let me tip, destabilized and careening amidst my own, living, folly-born and foolishly-expressed involutional micro-myth....Crazed and Rabid Coyote Man....across my own event horizon to be spagettified and ego-crushed....stripped and thinned to my primordial essence as I approach my own singularity...OMG, this pit is BOTTOMLESS!

Fck procedure!  Fck the cloying, smug, repugnant, lifeless "instruction"....fck the Left-Overs left to silt and sediment....left to ego-orchestration....left for dead for historians and archeologists to dust and brush and mutter over for what? for god-knows-how-long.  Scat masters, all of them.  The living thing....the only one that matters that they'll never ever see or find....not that they care to....is long gone....eating the ripened fruit of life itself, it's so long gone.  Let them have their dried sh1t to break apart and feed into all that cutting edge, high tech, waste of ingenuity.

From high-tech, to low-tech, to no-tech.  That.....is the way.  The Way.  No more looking and picking and fiddling about.  That's done :). "How To Meditate"....jeeeezus fcking christ on a crutch. 

I'm on it, friend.  Live through me, as you wish....whatever's left.  Live and breathe through this aging, youth-ing body born to die.  I'm all growns up, Mommy...I'm all growns up!  I feel supple and aware...an intelligent, flexible, formless, limber, new born babe with thinning/graying hair.  What a freak!  LOL!  I'm approaching the End, Jed...and all I seeing is theever-emerging, fractal-zoom stamens and petals and stamens and petals and.....of an ever, blooming beginning which ends and begins and ends and begins and ends and begins again and again.  Like Billy, freaked and released by his own future-self rendezvous saying "Hello....Farewell....Hello....Farewell...Hello"....on and on and on, forever and ever....

Amen