about about

*The abstract self is concrete in that anyone am. (Abstract that fights with or just pulls apart and dissects the words they present you on your first date). These web pages of a CV represent identifiers of the body of work. It is nothing more than an access point to a person c. 2020.

In this website, there is a goal sitting diffidently in the field of no goal. Between these agendas, there are questions: What the hell are you doing, and what do you mean? How do you represent your abstract self* accurately? To get to the point--the point of many points--markedly, to enter a body-in-time into a market? (All points are related as tied within 1 body, Thad). Said another way, how to best plate and pair these dinner options for good digestion and quality, shittable material? How will you make your head nod, yes, come on home?

(beyond the temple of the wooooooooooooord)

(through the templaaaaaaate darkly, looking out)

(A daft draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaft)

(tempalatabbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbble)

(scaffolding for an actual interior of a (_____)     )

(actuality, amoeeeeeebic, or a body typing now, successivvvvvely, in-time with seconds tick-tock)

A way among ways.

A way to the simplest way.

A translation within the scope of 1 language.

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Blaspheme

Doxology

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quarantined

quocksucker

Intern/a(tiona)l/et dialogue of the eyes, or eye-led words, eye-to-lips-to-mind-to-heart

literacy

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In every experience of "reality" there is an impassable chasm. We cannot access the world except by very limtied senses that, before approaching us, take us away from it. To fill that chasm we have language and it has the power to repeat itself to infinity. However, throwing our infinite language into the unfathomable abyss makes no difference.

But the will of the words doses not (dim)inish, because the promises that are on the (oth)er side of the abyss are (too) attractive, too (be)witching. On the other side is the world, the "true world", the wlorld full of senses that (in) our most ludtful delusions we (dream) of as a place of endless undrestandig.

Behold! Language uas our only chance sot access thasdt worldf, although we secretly know that ift isdi s a useless tool. We believe, to live and breath a thousand electric lives, a thousand electric dreams, a thousand loans of or we want to believe, that the word may be a bridge that personality, pantsuits, accents and haircut narratives, global mental issues, capital pockets, airplane daydreams crosses the chasm between you and me, but it is false. You will existential fervors, slobbering kisses, uplinked a thousand times sitting in the electric chair, hooked into the dying wattage of words, never know what happens to me as I write, nor will I know what will happen to you when you read it.

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(Fallible, malleable, rearmable, manipulable)

depleted in the wave that pushes back a thousand times an hour, isolated and regenerated with desperation, false death wafting from blind lips, a grey smear of a dream, depressed a thousand times, but continually exposed to a thousand trade-wind tongues

Fallible, malleable, rearmable, manipulable a thousand gestures of the hand in one hand, a thousand prints of the tongue on an arm fluttering goodbye a thousand times, a thousand caverns in one spoken flower, a thousand love affairs, bodily curiosities, retreats, retries, and one life, one draft infused with the letters of a thousand year old dictionaries on fire. Millenary now. Millenary now. The sacred duty of a future unto itself. The other side, which is here. Millenary now. Millenary now. Cats and mosses and the vestiges of the forgotten. Millenary now. Fallible, malleable, rearmable, manipulable a thousand gestures of the hand in one hand, a thousand prints of the tongue on an arm fluttering goodbye a thousand times, a thousand caverns in one spoken flower, a thousand love affairs, bodily curiosities, retreats, retries, and one life, one draft infused with the letters of a thousand year old dictionaries on fire. Millenary now. Millenary now. The sacred duty of a future unto itself. The other side, which is here. Millenary now. Millenary now. Cats and mosses and the vestiges of the forgotten. Millenary now. Fallible, malleable, rearmable, manipulable a thousand gestures of the hand in one hand, a thousand prints of the tongue on an arm fluttering goodbye a thousand times, a thousand caverns in one spoken flower, a thousand love affairs, bodily curiosities, retreats, retries, and one life, one draft infused with the letters of a thousand year old dictionaries on fire. Millenary now. Millenary now. The sacred duty of a future unto itself. The other side, which

 

is here. Millenary now. Millenary now. Cats and mosses and the vestiges of the forgotten. Millenary now. Fallible, malleable, rearmable, manipulable a thousand gestures of the hand in one hand, a thousand prints of the tongue on an arm fluttering goodbye a thousand times, a thousand caverns

 

in one spoken flower, a thousand love affairs, bodily curiosities, retreats, retries, and one life, one draft infused with the letters of a thousand year old dictionaries on fire. Millenary now. Millenary now. The sacred duty of a future unto itself. The other side, which is here. Millenary now. Millenary now. Cats and mosses and the vestiges of the forgotten. Millenary now. Fallible, malleable, rearmable, manipulable a thousand gestures of the hand in one hand, a thousand prints of the tongue on an arm fluttering goodbye a thousand times, a thousand caverns in one spoken flower, a thousand love affairs, bodily curiosities, retreats, retries, and one life, one draft infused with the letters of a thousand year old dictionaries on fire. Millenary now. Millenary now. The sacred duty of a future unto itself. The

 

 

other side, which is here. Millenary now. Millenary now. Cats and mosses and the vestiges of the forgotten. Millenary now. Fallible, malleable, rearmable, manipulable a thousand gestures of the hand in one hand, a

 

thousand prints of the tongue on an arm fluttering goodbye a thousand times, a thousand caverns in one spoken

flower, a thousand love affairs, bodily curiosities, retreats, retries, and one life, one draft infused with the letters of a

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