THE HEAVIEST BREATHING IN AND OUT, MY LEGS CAN'T HOLD MY BODY

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KNOWLEDGE OF EVERYTHING, KNOWLEDGE OF ALL THINGS, EVERY FIELD, EVERY PAGE, EVERY SINGLE LETTER, EVERY TWO-LEGGED MOLECULE, EVERY STATEMENT, EVERY STORY WITHIN A STORY, EVERY LANGUAGE, EVERY MOUTH. THE TOTALITARIAN CONSTRUCTIONS OF SENTENCES, THE TRUTHS OF THE WORD, ARE SO SHORT. SHORT ARE THE STATEMENTS THAT ARE TRUE, THE TRUTHS. EVERY DRAMATIC DESTINY AWAITS ITS END, I AM BEHIND YOUR THROATS, COLLARS, BOUND HANDS. 

VARIATIONS SHOW THEMSELVES TO BE GENUINE THIS TIME. KNOWLEDGE OF EVERY SUBJECT, KNOWLEDGE ABSOLUTE. KNOWLEDGE AUTHENTIC, OF EVERY AUTHENTIC MAN WITHIN, KNOWLEDGE THAT IS ORIGINAL, REAL, TRUE. KNOWLEDGE THAT BY TOTAL INCOMPREHENSION SEEMS NOT TO BE. HISTORY OF PAGES OF HISTORY, EXISTENCE IN TIMES OF CHANGE. CHANGE IS COLD-BLOODED TOWARDS YOUR PHYSIOGNOMY, CHANGING YOU, CHANGING YOURSELF.

EVERY HOUR IS PRE-CALCULATED, OPERATIONALLY PLANNED BY GROUPS, FROM UNDER THE NAILS OF THE NONSENSE OF ONCE GREAT BEINGS. EXISTENCE IN THE DEEPEST ABYSS, FUSED WITH MY BODIES, WHICH SOMEWHERE I HAVE COMMANDED, NOW THEY ARE FESTERING FOSSILS, DECAYING AND DISINTEGRATING INTO ACTS OF MULTIPLE EXISTING CENTRES OF THEIR DEFRAGMENTATION. 

TOUCHING THE SHOULDERS OF MY SHOULDERS, THEY ARE DISLIKED BY ME, I DO NOT WELCOME THEM, I TURN AWAY FROM THEM. FLESH UNDER FLESH, CHAINED BY FLESHLY CHAINS. FRAGMENTS OF PARTICLES, WORDS OF DEVERBALISATION. IN SPITE OF ALL, A PIT, A CHASM FOR A COMMON STRANGLING ACT. AN OCCURRENCE DESERVED, FORETOLD IN ADVANCE. 

1.KNOWLEDGE OF EVERYTHING, ALWAYS, EVERYWHERE, IN THE CENTRE, MY CENTRE, WHICH IS I AND I AM WHICH, YESTERDAY, TOMORROW, TODAY. BEYOND TEMPORAL SPACE IS THAT, LIFE AND DEATH. 

2.EACH NEW LIFE AND DEATH IS ANOTHER, ANOTHER LIFE A CONSEQUENCE, A TRAGEDY, A BIRTH A PAIN OF FEELING AND DYING A NEW, FLESH CONTROLLED BY ME. 

3. ABOVE EVERYTHING, ABOVE EVERYONE, ABOVE EACH, ABOVE THE COMMON, ABOVE THE TRUE, ABOVE THE FALSE, ABOVE THE COLLECTIVE, ABOVE THE SINGULAR, ABOVE THE BOUNDARY, ABOVE THE LIMITLESS, ABOVE THE PERMISSIVE. 

4.ABOVE THE PERMISSION OF REVELATION-WRITING I AM, EMITTING MY HOOKS, TIES, DINOYA'S FLAPS. ABOVE THE PERMISSION OF REVELATION-WRITING I AM, I AM LETTING MYSELF SPILL OUT THE TRUE, I AM THROWING OFF THE DEAD PARTICLES FROM MYSELF.  

OF THE ANIMAL UNDER CONTROL I WRITE, A PART THAT IS ALWAYS UNDER THE CONTROL OF THE MASTER, ONE OR MORE GROUPS, FILTHY ANIMAL GROUPS. BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS FOR ACTIVE USE, CONTROL, RESOLUTION TASKS, IN FRONT OF THE MASTER OF FORTHCOMING, WHO CONTROLS THEM. PAIN YOU BECOME, PAIN-FAILURE, UNFORTUNATE PAIN IN THE COUNTENANCE OF THE ABSOLUTE MAN, FORCED TO SUFFER, DAY AND NIGHT.

THE POTENTIAL OF MAN IS IN HIS CAPACITY FOR SELF-CONSCIOUSLY TO WITHDRAW FROM PAIN AND SUFFERING, FROM MISTAKES NOT TO BE REPEATED AND NOT TO FAIL, WHATEVER THEY MAY BE. ERROR COMMITTING = DEFEAT ALLOWING, AN AREA OF DEFEAT, A HOTBED OF DEFEAT AFFECTING THE ALREADY DEFEATED. THIS IS AT THE HEAD OF INADMISSIBILITY. KNOWLEDGE, CONTROL, EXISTENCE. THERE IS AN INSTRUMENT OF ANY LANGUAGE. THE SOURCE OF CHAOS IS EXPERIENCE. 

CURE TAKES A LONG PROCESS. HEALING IS NOT DEVELOPMENT, THERE IS POWER WASTING, INHIBITION. NEVER MIND THE USE OF ANY LANGUAGE, IT NEVER MATTERS. WHAT MATTERS ABOUT THE BEARER OF NATURE IS WHAT OR WHO IT PRESENTS ITSELF AS IN AN OBJECTIVE REALITY, A CHANGING UNIVERSE, IN WHICH EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS HAPPENING, MOVING, BECOMING, NEVER STOPPING.

POTENTIAL KNOWLEDGE IS SO MUCH, ALL OF IT IS INSIDE, IN THE GUT OF ONE UNIT, REVEALING ITSELF IN ITSELF, KNOWING, FEELING, CONTROLLING, AFFECTING, CREATING, LIVING, IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING. CONSCIOUS INVOCATION OF STATES OF DESIRABLE POSSIBILITY, FEELING OF LIFE FOR THE SAKE OF IT. 

DEPENDENCE ON LOCATION, NEVER DEPEND ON LOCATION ON THE PHYSICAL MAP, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. KEEPING THE FOCUS-CONCENTRATION OF MY ATTENTION ON MY OWN GREAT EXISTENCE, BEYOND EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING. 

A CERTAIN CATEGORY SHOULD NOT BE PERCEIVED AS SOMETHING HAVING ITS CENTRE OR CONSCIOUSNESS. IT IS A MACHINE DEVOID OF CONSCIOUSNESS, THE POSSIBILITY OF NOT BEING ABLE TO MAKE A STOP. YOU CAN DESTROY IT BY DESTROYING IT COMPLETELY. BY CRUSHING IT, BY SMASHING IT, BY DESTROYING ITS HEART, BY SLICING ITS FLESH, BY CUTTING ITS FLESH, BY FEELING NO PAIN. THIS PRESENTS ITSELF AS A HOSTILE ACT, AN UNFRIENDLY PHENOMENON, A PROCESS, AN ANTI-HUMAN INFLAMMATION HEARTH. 

WHAT TO DO WITH IT I HAVE DESCRIBED ABOVE. ACTIONS ARE NECESSARY, ACTIONS MUST BE TAKEN. IT IS A CONSTANT THREATENING HEARTH, GENERATING NEW FUNCTIONS, GENERATING NEW PARTS, GENERATING NEW BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS, REPEATING ITSELF AGAIN AND AGAIN. ONLY THE COMPLETE ANNIHILATION OF IT IS POSSIBLE TO STOP IT - THERE ARE NO OTHER OPTIONS. WHATEVER THE COST, WHATEVER THE PRICE, ANNIHILATION.

THERE IS NO "OR", " PERHAPS", "BUT". IT'S NOT A MATTER OF CHOICE. OF THE CHOICES, ANY CHOICE IS RADICAL, DEADLY. IRONICALLY, THE RIDICULOUSNESS OF IT DOES NOT MEAN IT IS INCOMPETENT. THEREFORE, IT MUST BE DESTROYED. IT IS INDEED A NON-HUMAN PHENOMENON, A SOURCE, A CONCENTRATION OF ANTI-HUMAN ACTS, GENERATING ITSELF AGAIN AND AGAIN, NOT STOPPING FOR A MOMENT AT ITS FUNCTION, NOT HAVING ANY REASON, A CAUSE OR EFFECT OF ITS CAUSE. 

IT IS ONLY A CARICATURE, ALWAYS A PARODY, NEVERTHELESS, A CARICATURE PARODY IS DEADLY FOR MANKIND. THE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM IS RADICAL. WITH THE LIMITATION OF PERCEPTION AND THE FILTER OF THAT PERCEPTION, EVERYTHING IS WHAT IT REALLY IS, IN THE TRUE NATURE OF ITSELF. THE INSANE VERSION OF PERCEPTION IS NOT SO INSANE, AFTER ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED. INSANITY AS A LENS. INSANITY AS A FILTER-NORMALITY, ALLOWING ONE TO OBSERVE, TO INFER, TO ACT APPROPRIATELY. 

ANY ACTION IN RELATION TO THIS MUST BE RADICAL. ANY OTHER ACTION IS AN IMITATION OF GENUINE ACTION, DESTRUCTIVE AND DECEPTIVE, MURDEROUS, TIME-CONSUMING, RETARDING. THE CONSEQUENCES ARE BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL. THE CONSEQUENCES ARE UNTHINKING, NOT IN THIS CASE. THE MINDLESS EXISTENCE OF A DEEPLY PREOCCUPIED WORM WHO HAS NOT BEEN ABLE TO, WHO HAS PLAYED WITH LIFE ITSELF SINCE THE BEGINNING OF ITS EXISTENCE, IS PATHETIC. 

A BASTARDISED WAY OF NON-EXISTENCE IN A UNIVERSE INFESTED WITH PARASITES AND AFFLICTIONS, ASTONISHING, ASTONISHINGLY AFFLICTED CENTERS OF ITS GUT. SLEEP, THE ABOLITION OF PAIN AND SUFFERING FOR FOUR OR FIVE HOURS OF FLESHLY INACTIVITY, THE THOUGHT MARTYRDOM, THE SEARCH FOR ESCAPE, THERE, IN THE MOMENT OF DREAMING. AWAKENING TO THE PROBLEM OF THE FLESH, ONCE AGAIN. AWAKENING IN A STATE OF GREATEST GENIUS, DEPRESSING ITSELF, OPENING ITS ARTERIAL PATHWAYS, ITS OWN CARNAL CUTTING, SPITTING INTO ITS OWN MIRRORED REFLECTIONS.

CUTS, WOUNDS. DANCING ON AIR-FROZEN OCEANS OF BURGUNDY BLOOD OF UNKNOWN PERSONALITIES, GENIUSES OF THE PAST, SILHOUETTES, AROMA OF YELLOW STRATIFICATION, RUSTED WALLS AND MATERIALS, GAUZE, HALF-DESTROYED BODY PARTS, RICKETY BEDS, OPEN WINDOWS ON SUMMER NIGHTS. 

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH GROUND TIME TO APPLY THE VARIOUS ROLES, PLAYFULNESS, THE ART OF TRANSFORMATION. MASQUERADE EVENINGS UNDER BLAZING RED LIGHTS, CANDLES, REAL WAX. MOONLIGHTED GLIMPSES OF PHOTOS TAKEN BY ME IN MY DREAMS. HOT NIGHTS IN THE MIDST OF DISSECTING ROOMS, INSIDE ME OR OUTSIDE, FALSE OR REAL, TRUE, NEVER TO BE KNOWN. PIANO MELODIES POUR THEMSELVES OUT OF WINDOWS THAT NEVER WERE, YESTERDAY. 

IN THE MIDDLE OF A DARK ROOM I FIND MY REFLECTION, IN A PHOTOGRAPH TAKEN BY SOMEONE OR SOMETHING ELSE, BEYOND HUMAN FEELINGS AND SENSATIONS. BY AN OLD WINDOW, REVEALING AN EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY PICTURE, THE PASSING HORSES AND COACHMAN BEHIND THEM, BOUND, EXHAUSTED, DRAGGING ON THE GROUND. AN UNKNOWN PAGE OF MY HISTORY, REMINDING ME OF MY ONCE LIFE, LONG AGO. WHAT AM I WITHOUT THESE MEMORIES OF A CERTAIN STATE OF MINE, WHICH HAS BEEN GONE FOR A HUNDRED YEARS.

QUESTIONING MY WHEREABOUTS IN THE PRESENT TENSE, NOW, TIMES OF RIDDLES AND UNANSWERED QUESTIONS IN SOMEONE'S HEAD THAT IS STILL ON THEIR SHOULDERS. MUSCLE CRAMPS. THE FINAL HOUR HAS STRUCK OVER ALL THE RAT BODIES GATHERED AT MY FEET THIS NIGHT. I AM ON THE CHAIR, BOTH MY FEET ON THE COLD GROUND. AND I WATCH THE ASSAULTS, THE WARS, THE ROBBERIES, THE RAPES, THE HORRIFYING EYES OF THE ACTS IN THE MIDST OF THE THICKEST, BLACKEST NIGHTS THAT ARE POSSIBLE FOR REPRESENTATION. 

TELEPHONE WIRES, BLONDE WIRES LIKE CURLS. RECORDING THE ARTS I HAVE CREATED ON TAPE. THE HEAVIEST BREATHING IN AND OUT, MY LEGS CAN'T HOLD MY BODY. 

DINOYA 7/4/22 - 9/4/22