Belgians are in the three most rich median,
Income of professional misfits,
from within.
We did an event… we catered to an event…

Almighty straight smile,
Convolution of the conservative conversationalist,
Sex and good food-the excess hours are 
To get to those
Piss, vomit, beer stench,
Blue is the color of noticing colors in a shot dichotomy, 
Police me, Release me,
Keep the door open with your shoe, 
Packing up on packing up the pack:
Allicin for proclamation of the throat,
Sitting there I saw them, I met them, 
They greeted me and they were Africans)
I used my happy object: A-A-AI just want to 
Sing my song
Thickness and honeybees.
Can I get any closer? 
Satellites illustrate the fantasy, 
Let’s search for refuge without finding a home.
Are you happy with your consumption behavior? 

The hunchback pragmatist on the attack,
	The balding diplomat on the defense,
		The reformist in the supermarket,
			The revolutionary in virtual space.
In the center are narratives,
			and solutions without problems
for other territories
					to extract growth.
The banks don’t want to hear from 
			the cookooland.
South, North, and Right & Left.
			the weak the strong
				          the choke-points. 
Co-opt and bounce forward to acquire
			Critical material for efficiency 
	gains, 
		    Sticks & Carrots for the majority
								     World
			common care for the minority
Public procurement within an 
					agroecology of the senses.

Ideological underpinnings of 
the declarative structure’s 
logical statements wrapped
around careful and smart
language, realized through
ramification of sense that feed off
	“logical leaps”: 
But							     Jump
what is the minimum unit of 
 to consider IT a Fluid Movement
instead of a  	  				     Leap…
If the logic is coherent isn’t it only
                                        insofar as the coherence is underpinned by 
                                                  assumptions?
Are there un-assumptive leaps?

Apology Of The Normies

Oh normies,
	you are the chosen ones,
The ones we are too scared to become,
	and yet intimately wish to be.
Oh normies,
	I felt the breeze of freezing 
				      awkwardness,
	once you opened your mouth with vigor
To emulate satisfaction in empty
				enjoyments,
	and yet, the movement of flight for I 

	wishes, could not be conceived without you

			NATURE
Oh normies,

Once we were all thought to be
	in the norm, 
                    because we never were,
Are you pre-linguistic entities?

Oh normies,
	your choices of fashion pollute the
Earth, so that it’s easier for bodies,
	ever to soil the stupidity in being
	surprised by our behaviors.
Oh normies
	you made me at peace with my
	arrogance, to the point I becomes a dictator.
Dictating values on screens of disavowal, without freezing
						in coolness.
Oh normies, 
	the hierarchies of becoming are 
    The stuff of existentialist eclectics,
	if we’re being materialists,
You are the fulfillment of the Dialectic.

Oh normies, 
	at least, you’re not fascists,
     You are at best too unoriginal for that. 

  Somebody killed Pynchon, and somebody else celebrated them
Gravity’s centered through the throwing of a pebble
		and video/games is what “I” wants to pacify war in our mind
Clocking in and clocking out of the scramble for time
My body is shocked by the socialization of hope
		and reality is shared in its mis(sed)-contents 

You’re celebrating too much a word, used as a leverage point to ratify a community
It’s not about believing it’s about proposing alternatives!
											    that’s what they shout
Stunting the dismemberment and the flattening of the mass.

Currents of finance dictate consent towards dynamism for dynamism’s sake,
Theorizing on your own on involution
							    practices of fabulation’s reactivation for Abolition:
		We all intra-act while we interact,
		I noticed your pronouns and I noticed the words

			Mote
					
			 Soil

I felt the weight of the gaze laid upon me by a profiteer
					 my eyes sift the text with frenzy
We need to find a new festival to crash,
		new necessities to meet and new and new and new
Split open the cracks and abolish the cave, 
	non-space-rite-of-passage into the over-present void.

“I don’t read books I make them”
Said the sculptor.
	“I haven’t read enough books”
	Said the scholar.
		“I disagree with the words in your book”
		Said the militant.
			“Look at what a nice design this book has”
			Said the activist.

		“BE SILENT”

  Who’s the enemy watching? 
   What need is there for it?
Militancy need/ling(s)’/s an ethics of Violence…
		We know what we’re anti-about
	but not what we’re anti-across
Logically planning to affirm everything
		we think bears us down towards the sediment in our feet
“I cannot not accept the fact that I’m sedimentally a nazi”
      is a soldier more sane than an assassin?
      is G.I. Joe more human than Ed Gein?

		  	Present Future Past
	 post-Past neo-Present and perma-Future
Of animals that think they are smart because they have mirrors in dualisms

If you die tomorrow, what will the ghosts say when they meet you at the doorstep?
		what if the doorstep began to vocalize?
Signifier’s circulation as retour to the original origins organically organized 
			  in a dehiscence of the rest

Leave it be, as it is said to foster grudge,
Politically neutral I must be if I want to survive in misery.
Without sacrificing my feet for others
Hand raised behind flags colored by the past
Looking around me backlifting crickets with ease,
The sound they make is not white,
If it’s black I can’t say

ALIENS
Who are these fucking aliens? Have they arrived yet?
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Ringer on the side, sounding the alarm of ages
To come are the ones who will fight to glare the significance
Creative acts dispersed
Nothing of the sorts
Clothing as a shell of disgust

Gnawing at the corners of the sofa,
Base layers depicted in blood.
Was it enough?
Grilling body segments could be
An honest cradle to conjoin with stoic
Gazes.
Seller of gerundi, time lag unraveling
In continuous syntactic space.
Would you give me your control?
Fine lines, fine lines, fine lines…
Inter-penetration with a burka.
What if I go through? Nobody 
Would care… changing the status
Quo vadis? Wherever, the where is 
Of no importance , as long as you [
	]
They’re all feeling like they’re about to die
But they are already dead, and that’s where 
	power sits.
Why do we like to sit and who’s the argonaut who
				    invented the chair?

Shock your body into compliance

Emoticons of a song,
European Emoticons, if you can see you
Can describe, if the description fits your
Interest
Rates dropped when the description 
Was obvious to everyone,
				straight forwardness.
You didn’t mean to be “straight” were you?
	Vatican stronghold in the green desert
			Heart of Grease,
Fried in academia and power’s
Radiation in the research-home-reproduction
			Scheme
Grand, what a word, cut

Am I scheming?
Am I skimming?
Am I swimming?
Am I slinging?
Am I singing? Out of tune, Auto-tune, I tune is only sound,

Infra-blue noise discerning bubbles in soups 

 

A dramatic tableau. Remembrance. Cultural synapses to hope.

Images under the portico, of guilt, and shame, and humanity in through and outside animality. 

Not human, predicament or void. Crumbling architectural beauties, 

“I do it for myself not for the audience, that’s how I show audience respect”

If the audience is the friends that I betrayed, forgetting

shapes again, the spectrum of heaviness.

Analysis of Disney movies’ wont brings you far, into horizons of intelligibility’s sake

The battles inside a collective are wicked towards the community,

Identity formation’s backdrop is the p/o/e/t/s/t/s/imism c/v/o/a/n/p/c/o/r/et/ized by meaninglessness, and forgettable existence.

What the fuck is empathy but 
	the ultimate tyrannical gesture
Of repression
	into a common ground

Made of rubble of possibly self-
-hymning prowess towards

Kicking the but of the weak to 
	mediate them towards
Happy-er objects

What is empathy w/o the 

	piercing out

Of the negative weighing the affirmation?
Estimate of the best
	integrative practices
Aviation School 
	hereditary endowments of 
Flights. 
	W/O

Tension created through digitalization of essence’s crumbs
They are fighting, they may be fighting for us, 
I can fight, I may be fighting for them.
Shadows think on their own, if they get the upper hand, they might get the upper hand.
If you spit on my face while you’re talking,
You can spit on my face while you’re talking, 
Hierarchy rehearsed by asking for grace, asking for giveness, 
You may say you’re sorry, I can say I’m sorry too, you should accept the apology, I must not accept the apology if I’m not sorry,
I can accept the apology if I’m not sorry, 
What if I accept the apology by saying I’m sorry? 
You can say you’re sorry to get recognized,
They might say they’re sorry to get represented, 
I may say I’m sorry to hear my voice say something,
something can get in the way,
Somethings should get in the way,
Homogenized through systemic structures but never in release from appreciation of pain. 
You can be cool for your friends and that’s it,
You might want to be cool for your friends and that’s it, 
Your friends may be jealous,
Your friends can be jealous,
Your friends will be your public,
Public space may not exist, existence can be public, existence should be private.
Should shall sell.

Toasts with tobacco,
Disastrously planning to rob a bank of ideologies,
The masks don’t fit, they’re not even funny,
Mount Rushmore looking down on a clownish figure coronated in
Washing worry wasmachine was never wooing win.

Doing politics cannot mean fighting for life against death,
and identifying forms to represent and inscribe in the social space, 
conversely antagonizing every sovereignty with an agonistic attitude without dissociating the form from life, 
a union of multiplicities minus the flattening of difference.
Difference as perennial potentiality, 
Home as communicability, 
to fight for joy against the medicalization of inequality. 

If the list of identities gets thicker maybe that is just the perfect epitome 
for the annihilation of difference intended as exploration of the other 
in the process of signification. 
If the signified is established then one can generate a pretext for war.
The experiences that I lives scratches unto we
the oppressive rhetoric spaces of a territory-to-be-mapped’s projection. 
The mapping is anyhow corresponded by the retrieval of an other, what if it wasn’t?
What if it were a perpetual mapping without point of arrival?
Careful not to de-flow into a contemplation of one’s own voice,
Frequency is arrested at the howl of a creature you cannot decipher
If not through sedimentation in re-cognition. 

Boiling down the water to retrieve the crystals,
Build bridges made of them to supervise
Grudges that compose a still water
Underneath.
You end up believing that making others feel
Guilty is the best way to nose.
I get under your nose to tickle, If 
You snort I disappear.
	Words get weighted down like bodies,
Disposed by wise guys with bricks,
	Tied with the hope of revolutionizing sense.

Some stuff “just are”,
	Above and Beneath,
		They just “are”,
			Besides and amongst,
					They just are.