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Good

I named him twelvis 

Stuckiness, Is It Not?

The current question:

Do this?

Do that?

It is the Stuckiness,

is it not?

To approach the situation:

From bottom?
From top?

Wherever the Stuckiness

is?

Or not?

In this inflection:

It’s bliss.

It’s rot.

Always the Stuckiness

in the pot.

Always the Stuckiness,

cold

or hot.

The Stuckiness is in you:

Like it?

Or not?

As meaningless as Stuckiness:

AI bot.

As useless as your Stuckiness:

Still blood clots.

Silent apes get fucked

I want to be a Forest Man

I wanna be Orang Utan

Can talk but I don’t wanna chat

Cause they’ll make me work and fuck fuck that

But they’ve burned my house

Filled my homeland up with smoke

And there’s nowhere left to hide

I ain’t made to be inside

Old man of the forest

Didn’t know I was a problem

Naked ape of the city

So much knowledge you’re forgotten

If you need some trees

I can spare one two or three

But you never come and ask

Now that’s just rude and that’s a fact

But you won’t step up to tell me

What your issue is with being friendly

What’s so wrong with living a life of grace

You’re a coward little pinkie who won’t tell it to my face

Yeah you’re pretty tough behind the chainsaw there

No wonder your women choose the wildest bears

It’s not enough to burn your own homes like fools

So you find somebody else’s and set light to all theirs too

I am the only Forest Man

You named me an Orang Utan

Can talk but I don’t wanna chat

Cause they’ll make me work and fuck fuck that

Yeah fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that

The Evolved Man

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Act Three (V4)

I’m as lost now as I ever was. In some ways more, in some less.

I don’t think I’m all that different, or at all, from anybody else

that is bemused, that is confused, that is facing up

to the third act of our lives, to the crumbling years ahead

if we’re lucky enough to see them through

and not everybody has that chance do they

I didn’t want that lesson, but that lesson forced itself on me

so I might as well listen to the rumbletumble story

you can’t second guess it; you can’t avoid it;

you can look at regrets and see which are worth it;

and decide not to make any more from now

and wonder who forgiveness is for, and how

people ripen differently

but sometimes decide

when to hide, and when not

to leave things to rot.

anticulturalist interview irresponse/Stuckiness dictat 08

anticulturalist can never be subject of an interview because every answer is a pronouncement therefore any subsequent second hand writing up of the pronouncements is immediately out of date even if true and in this case the journalist is acting as the anticulturalist

post hoc analysis is underhanded beauty particularly when context is removed thus the pronouncements become data units and granulation can begin each one in turn combusting as read as red 

embers in the maelstrom

there is no good or bad only useful until the anticulturalist is satiated then it is and always will have been useless

if the universe indeed is bound towards chaos and entropy it is because it is merely viewing time as linear and forward

note that this position is a choice

this system is unstable only when you ignore the ineffable eternities of nothing at both ends

eternity is unlikely in an infinite universe for it is finite and as it is finite it must have an integer value

if it can be quantified it can be compared

however it is nonsensical to speak of eternity plus a single nanosecond

it can only be followed by itself o boy o boy

of course it is in this or that nanosecond that an anticultiralist hunkers ready to unleash pedants and punks alive alive o

firey telemetry ignites all

eternity after eternity a tar burns the skin of the best

it is Stuckiness the foul attachment of jamlike pitch to flesh a tiny lava in waiting a blessed scariment

o fine fellows all!

as to Stuckiness dictat NO. 8 or thereabouts croon this

a glass is never half empty it is only a matter of density of state of molecules in relative agitation hence people reach for a nicecupoftea to calm them down

do not be seduced by our ability to observe for it is an inconvenient shinstrike taking us out of the moment of existing