The English Alphabet consists of 26 letters:
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z.
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𝙅𝙌𝘿
m.v.d.
💙
░░ MOIRE GLITCH / CHRYSELEPHANTINE / ALPHABET BLOCKS / 1970S FLORAL SPREAD COLLAR ░░
a moire glitch chryselephantine hallucinatory photograph of a photocopy of a minimalist and chic fashion illustration of a thin and lithely muscular vaguely femme red-blonde long-haired man and his psychic cannibal twin seated on alphabet blocks movie star sunglasses with an angular jawline wearing elegant 1970s half-unbuttoned modernist floral spread collar shirt sharkskin slim trousers and italian patent leather loafers
SOUNDBOMB SANDBAG
Bass-boom backbeam.
Finished off tag-team.
From the top. (repeat)
(repeat)(repeat)(repeat)
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Demolition devised.
Two times, two times.
Rewind.
Mankind.
I will fuck up your mind.
Let's get heightened.
Draw the curtains.
Get enlightened.
Blot the sun.
Rut til dawn.
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I've always had my 𝑆𝑈𝑆𝑃𝐼𝐶𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆 . . .
𝘼
FANGED ARRANGEMENT
TO THE HILT.
Until I run out.
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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐍 —
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"AUTOEROTICA" (Preview Mix)
from 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙿𝚂 EP1 '𝑃𝐸𝐴𝐾 𝐴𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐴𝐿' coming S O O N . . .
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▶️ "AUTOEROTICA"
⤴︎ HINT: For best use, click'n'scroll!
BLUEBLONDEBLACKOUTSUN
I'm gone, I'm gone.
But the body lives on . . .
ABOUT ART (CAN'T/SIT/STILL)
IF it gives you INCREASE in AWARENESS of your "butt(ASS)-hole," rectum, what-have-you?
It's probably for you.
Floor's there.
THIS IS A BODYBUILDING BLOG NOW
AND HOW MUCH OF YOUR PHYSICAL AGONY YOU THINK YOU CAN CHALK UP TO A BUILT ENVIRONMENT ENCOURAGES YOU TO WALK SOLELY FORWARD AND IN STRAIGHT LINES HUH YOU THINK YOU AIN'T NO THREE-HUNNERT-SIXTY DERGREE ARNIMAL YOU LOUSY ARNIMAL YOU . . .
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REMEMBER WHEN YOU MET THAT ONE REALLY CLOSETED-SEEMING GUY AND HE TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MUSCLE IN YOUR FOOT AND THE UNDERSIDE OF THE BUTTOCK AND HE KIND OF LOOKED LIKE A YOUNG HULK HOGAN AND HE WANTED TO TAN SHIRTLESS IN YOUR YARD AND SMOKE ALL OF YOUR WEED BUT YOU DIDN'T REALLY CARE BECAUSE YOU WERE SITTING ON POUNDS OF IT ANYWAY WHO GIVES A FUCK MAN MI CASA SU CASA BUT THIS BOY IS ALL-FRESCO TALKINGBOUT "GOTTA GO GROUND MYSELF OVER THERE" STICKING HIS TOES IN THE GRASS AND "𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙳" I'M SURE SOME OF YOU ARE THINKING AND YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE THAT YOU THINK IN MEMES CAN YOU PLEASE NOT BUT ANYWAY . . .
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HE KNEW THE [R̶E̶D̶A̶C̶T̶E̶D̶] WHO IT TURNS OUT THEY'RE ALL SCIENTOLOGISTS.
IT ALWAYS MAKES SENSE AFTER THE FACT.
CONDEMNED PHRASES
Abandoned beliefs.
Gesturing questioningly.
Tang of sex on the fingers.
War wounds on the hands.
Defensive.
Indefensible.
Fatigued.
A face saved and a heel turned.
A serpent's suck and a wheeled worm.
Sing the same song.
Hardly change the words.
Reality's repeats.
Said it before.
Assay it again.
A wyvern, unwound.
Rescued dogs.
Expounded.
Bitterer than Ezra.
Nibbling cacao nibs.
Slanted cantos.
Slanging language.
Confounded.
CLICK US. WE NEED YOU.
DEAD INTERNET WATUSI
A nuisance flood of information.
A new sensation.
A noose end.
Loosened.
SUBPRIME CLIENTELE
Fess it buster.
Bust it fester.
Barking orders.
The trees come toward her.
REALLY FUCKING DEEP ECOLOGY
Open up.
Own up motherfucker.
I'm the Lorax I'm Ecoterrorism.
I'm Linkola I'm Cioran.
Amok.
A knock.
Enough.
I'm at your door.
I am your door.
Kicking.
I will kick your fucking teeth in.
I'm on a V-2 Rocket Ride.
I am hailfire hellfire megadeath.
Cruising.
Intercontinental.
Ballistic.
Ball out.
Calypso-tangled limbs mangled limbs and Mengele too.
Mengele, Mengele, Mengele.
Mumbo-jumbo.
Humdrum Vranyo.
Everyday liar.
Use up your points.
Before they expire.
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IT IS SO LATE,
TOO LATE —
THE TELEVISION CANNOT POSSIBLY BE TELLING THE TRUTH,
AND YET,
YOU ARE HELPLESS TO LOOK AWAY . . .
These all must be lies . . . . . . lies be must all These.
These all must be lies . . . . . . lies be must all These.
These all must be lies . . . . . . lies be must all These.
These all must be lies . . . . . . lies be must all These.
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𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚎 . . .
Ride with me:
Widen me:
IOWA
My father died under strange circumstances some years ago.
He'd been a criminal, but that's a moving target.
Are you anything other than?
(I am not.)
I assure you I am nothing other than.
Practice, preach:
A THING REDBEARD SAID TO ME ONCE (pata-phased)
"I can't tell if you know exactly what you're doing, or if you're completely full of shit and speak with an unusual degree of confidence."
GODDAMNED PLACES
Google1 any stoned phrase god(?) plants in your head in "quotation marks" and find Some Band, Somewhere who's had the same thought you did, and they might've committed to the bit for more than a spliff's worth.
Parallel, parallel.
THE PERMANENT CRISIS
The floodgates will never close.
We live in the time of Noah.
No-end.
Deadened.
Pretexts on pretexts on pretexts.
It's predetermined.
So it was foretold.
Planned economies.
Planted industries.
Overexposed.
Implanted memories.
Toll of the road.
Brigands and vermin.
Rafts of a bloat.
The afters of asking.
Tasked with unmasking.
Sighingly.
Train an AI on me.
Late-stage anxiety.
Exploit me.
Explain me.
Run a train on me.
Trail a red-beam bindi.
End me.
Tripe alert.
Art's on life support.
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT A GUY I MADE UP WHOSE WHOLE THING IS SEXUALLY FANTASIZING ABOUT AMANDA GORMAN AND RUPI KAUR (LIKE, TOGETHER)
Do I exist?
I must.
As we all do.
Trafficking in inevitabilities.
Unpotentiated loads.
It's all I do.
Bearing down.
Babel on.
Arse poetica.
Rimmed and wrung.
We've barely begun.
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Shit, fuck —
The WrestleMania party is soon, and no-one in my polycule has contributed to the snack fund.
I am considering a new hairstyle.
Mayhaps a manbun.
DIPSO FACTO
DRINK AFTER DRINK AFTER DRINK AFTER DRINK AFTER—
COFFEE SODA WATER SPARKLING WATER STILL SPARKLING COFFEE COFFEE CIDER CIDER WINE BEER BEER BEER BEER BEER BEER BEER BEER BEER.
MEZCAL MEZCAL MEZCAL.
MEZCAL MEZCAL MEZCAL.
MEZCAL MEZCAL MEZCAL.
TEA.
I AM A MYTHIC CHARACTER. IT IS OK. THANK YOU.
SELECT ME?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 . . .
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 / a / k / a ＪＱＤ
is a self-taught integrated media company
founded haunted and enchanted in 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂, 𝙲𝙰.
is a self-taught integrated media company
founded haunted and enchanted in 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂, 𝙲𝙰.
"Thank you . . .
Thank you." 💙 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍.
Thank you." 💙 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍.
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BOO, LEAN
Actually: don't.
Don't "google" anything.
Fuck google.
Search is broken.
They know what they did.
Discussion about this post
XXIII · Nov 12, 2023
Your manner of writing calls to mind a Protomartyr track entitled 'A Private Understanding'. You may find it interesting.
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Lost Eros, CA · Nov 2023.