THE PUNISHMENT AWAITS
PRACTICES IN VISUAL EXERCISES, EXERCISES IN VISUAL PRACTICES. IMAGINING IMAGES, CREATING VIVID VISIONS, FILLING THEM WITH THE FEELING OF FULFILLMENT, BRIGHT EMOTIONS, ACCOMPANIED WITH PURELY GENIUS THOUGHTS.
RECEIVING THE RESULT. ASSOCIATIVE GAME. ENFORCING A FEELING OF PHYSICAL FULFILLMENT. PLAYING A GAME WITHIN THE FLESH. CREATING A POINT. CREATING ANOTHER. PLAYING A ROLE. PLAYING IN NECESSITY. PLAYING IN EXPERIMENTATION.
PLAYING IN RADICALITY. PLAYING IN CHANGE. PLAYING IN FEELINGS. PLAYING IN WISHING. PLAYING IN CREATION. BUILDING THE ANTIQUE TEMPLES, CREATING THE GREATEST MYTHS AND LEGENDS, BREATHING POWER INTO THEM, BRINGING THEM TO LIFE, AND THEN ABANDONING FOREVER.
IN SUCH A GAME PLAYS THE BEING WHO KNOWS THE REALITY, HAS OBSERVED THE UNIVERSE, AWARE OF ALL THE PROCESSES, CHANGES, EVENTS. A TINY LAYER OF REALITY TO TRANSFORM, TO DEFORM, TO CREATE, TO HAVE FUN. A TINY NONLINEAR LINE OF REALITY TO PLAY WITH. ALL WITHIN THE SELF THAT PLAYS.
I TAKE THE PAPER, I AM THE SCISSORS. CASTRATE YOU GENTLY, SOFTLY TOUCHING, WHISPERING SHADOWS BEHIND. DROWN IN FALSE ABILITIES. STRANGLED MANY NIGHTS AGO, THEN REBIRTH. A NEW BEGINNING, BETTER SAID. NOT A TINY PART, SOMETHING MORE. A GREATER FIRE FROM ABOVE!
THE HOLY FIRE! TASTE THE HOLY TASTE OF MY HOLY LIPS. FAMILIAR. THE SHARPEST AND DARKEST THOUGHTS, THE CENTER OF THE DARKEST CREATIONS. A THIN LINE TO DEFORM, TO PLAY WITH. REALITY'S LINE. I AM INSIDE AND OUTSIDE. THE ONE WHO PLAYS AND THE ONE WHO OBSERVES THE PLAYING FLESH.
A DYING MANIAC WITH NON-MANIACAL TENDENCIES. THESE TENDENCIES ARE POWERLESS AND SELFLESS, DECAPITATED SINCE THEIR BIRTH. RIGHT INTO THE WORMPIT THEY FELL. SINCE YOU ARE ALL DECAPITATED WORMS STILL STRUGGLING TO FIND YOUR WAYS, I WILL SHOW YOU, I WILL GUIDE YOU TO THOSE THIN LINES OF THE COMMON UNIVERSE.
FALSE, FALSE, UNTRUE! LIES! ANY SIGNIFICANCE AND IMPORTANCE IS A LIE, A DEFECATION THROUGH MY FINGERS. SUCH IS THE WORLD OF TODAY, IN WHICH ALL OF YOU ARE BEING STRANGLED TO NOT THE SWEETEST DEATH. ALL THE SEEKERS AND READERS OF DINOYA'S TREASURES, LEAVE YOUR FEARS TO THE DOGS AS THEIR MEAL.
OR THE FATE OF YOURS IS TO BECOME A MEAL FOR THOSE DOGS. FIREARMS, THUNDERSTORMS, RAPED, MUTILATED HUMAN-LIKE BODY-REMAINS. A WASHED OUT INTELLIGENCE. FULL RETARDATION SPECTRUM. IN FULL SELF-ANNIHILATING MODE. LIFE OR ITS IMITATION. NO WORDS, NO FIXES. RUSTY WHALE CARCASSES. THE ONES THAT HELD THE PLANET.
BETTER TO STAY RIGHT IN TIME, TO BE RIGHT ON TIME, TO NEVER COMMIT SUCH A CRIME AS A MISTAKE, TO NEVER BE ABSORBED BY THE DELUSIONS OF THE MIND OF A PROSTITUTE, TO NEVER BE A PROSTITUTION, TO PREDICT EXACTLY AND BE RIGHT IN PREDICTIONS, TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN AND HOW ALL WILL END.
YOU ARE A PROSTITUTE, I AM A PROSTITUTE. TOGETHER WE ARE SOMETHING MORE, OR NOT AT ALL. WE HAVE BEEN MULTIPLIED AND MANIPULATED INTO NOTHINGNESS, TURNED INTO DUST SPARKS. WHERE IS MY FACE, YOU MAY ASK. NEVER RECEIVED ANY TRUSTWORTHY MESSAGE. INEVITABILITY, STUPIDITY, ANOTHER CRIME.
FOR A CRIME, SOONER OR LATER, THERE IS ALWAYS A PUNISHMENT AWAITS OR BEING GENERATED BY THE THOUGHTS OF REVENGE, AN INDESTRUCTIBLE AND UNSINKABLE HATRED OR A POISONING MALICE. PREPARATION FOR YOUR NECK, MY LOVE. WASTE. THE FOUNTAIN OF LONG AGO SUFFERED SOULS.
THIS IS NOT A DECISION TO BE MADE, NOT A QUESTION TO BE ASKED TO ANYTHING MORTAL IN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. I STAND ALONE, AS ALWAYS, KEEPING ON PLAYING WITH FIRE. EACH SPARK IS MY TEAR. A TEAR OF THE MOST PURE SUFFERING. THE SUFFERING I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO DESCRIBE. NOT IN HUMAN LANGUAGES. NOR IN GESTURES.
A LIVING CREATURE LIVES BY WISHES AND ONLY BY WISHES. IT SEEKS A WAY TO FULFILL THEM INTO REALITY.
DINOYA 1/10/22 - 10/1/22
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