PANDEMIC JOURNALS, DAY
Day214,742 TO Day 218,980
Day 214,742(October 11, 2020)(5 pmish CST)
Here was yesterday 214,004 chest high flood water hazmat situation I see words in your breath
Day 214,844 (October 12, 2020)(as of 11 am CST)
Day 214,925 (October 12, 2020) as of 2:15 PM CST)
It’s 6:11 pm CST so lets check in with John Hopkins:
Huh, wha? 214,034. Wait. So how did them deaths get credited back? Hmm? Conspiracy abounds yes but someone’s cooking the books for someone’s political advantage?
What I’m doing here is a goddamn insult to poetry as every. Thing. Is a goddamn insult to humanity, civility, rationality and logic. But it needs to be see its not any longer about poetry but putting all this in words to see what it looks like in words a map of and yet
No. nothing.
MAGADEATH rocks the picture of the world with the out of kilter mood music the staggering of images to
I had a dream trump is defeated and dishonored loses everything and yes you know he’s okay he’s not good with his supporters they are losers ‘hillary was right they are deplorable…” he says as staring out of the rental car Jared drives anyway, he finds himself needing a place to live and one of his supporters offers him an attic space in his clapboard house in southern missouri does he get comfortable with that the smell of fried bread fatback and stale beer maybe or old tobacco I remember cabbage being a frequent smell in lower income housing of my relatives would he with gold tongue taste find it plorable? As Mr. Trump’s limo inched away from 30 Rockefeller Plaza, Hope Hicks, his not-yet-famous communications director, pointed at a group of fans running up Sixth Avenue in pursuit. “Look at these people,” Mr. Trump said. “It’s literally a little bit sad.” And Every. Thing. Must. Go. Even then what is writing and see I know I know no one reads physical objects are now inauthentic ephemeral downloads and files and everyone yes everyone can be art to do themselves and post it and you don’t need a specialist maybe I mean there are exceptions yes but
Every.thing.has.gone. and every.thing.is.going. and every. Going. Thing. Must. We is the broken clock town take time take time out erase is but the middle way All is possible when emptiness is possible. Nothing is possible when emptiness is impossible. No a blank slate will not be sufficient erase is time but to get them deaths back is tricky accounting in the universe bookkeeping
Day 215,702 (October 13, 2020 5:25 pm cst)
You don’t look so good sounding I see words in your breath HAMMERwind SUN A CLOUD IN YOUR HEAVE N weight wilt you is hammer on the health I don’t have A name in this is sounding like a virus knockknock who’s there this world is bound to the tendency to grasp at stratagems this world is bound to the tendency to grasp at stratagems who mankindling burn more
Day 216,553 (October 14, 2020 5:51 CST)
Les Mouches Fly lands on Pence’s head during debate, distracting internet. Yes it is remorse my ENGLISH teacher said it was remorse gathering about them Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories. I don’t remember but it is guilt isn’t it Then those blood-smeared walls, these swarms of flies, this reek of shambles and the stifling heat, these empty streets and yonder god with his gashed face, and all those creeping, half-human creatures beating their breasts in darkened rooms, and those shrieks, those hideous, blood-curdling shrieks—can it be that Zeus and his Olympians delight in these? Maybe we don’t watch enough. Or thoroughly or rinse our eyes as flies abound Figueras tells Berenice that when a fly appeared in a medieval portrait it symbolized the figure's capacity for sin. Yes the flies were great around that figure in that movie he was sudden with them guilt as sin is
Conspiring miscreants see it is the flies again Portrait of a Carthusian Art Historians are generally split between two different interpretations of their use. Many art historians believe the fly to hold religious symbolism, functions as connotations of sin, corruption, mortality, etc. Art historians believe that a fly was used to evoke such images in connection with satan’s moniker beelzebub —the Lord of the Flies. There will be flies
Flies of unknown origin landing on the heads hands of the culpable In nature, flies are decomposers and feed on dead, decaying animals, fecal matter and trash. This is one of the reasons that flies are often associated with death or sickness. Death in spades for this crew regime of death prolifedeath YOU CAN’T USE DARWINIAN PRINCIPLES LIKE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST TO SUPPORT YOUR DECISIONS IF YOU REFUTE EVOLUTION AT EVERY TURN lets go to herd immunity laissez-faire approach to epidemiology that the individual is the basic unit in society and has a natural right to freedom; that the physical order of nature is a harmonious and self-regulating system herd mentality you are expendable you are expendable Fly - symbol of rot, wasting away, decay, death, melancholia A fly hovering over a church official or nobleman indicates disfavor with the king or corruption and dereliction of duty. A fly hovering over a maiden or noblewoman suggests shamelessness or a woman given to lustful actions. The Great Barrington Declaration – As infectious disease epidemiologists and public health scientists we have grave concerns about the damaging physical and mental health impacts of the prevailing COVID-19 policies, and recommend an approach we call Focused Protection. As immunity builds in the population, the risk of infection to all – including the vulnerable – falls. We know that all populations will eventually reach herd immunity – i.e. the point at which the rate of new infections is stable – and that this can be assisted by (but is not dependent upon) a vaccine. Our goal should therefore be to minimize mortality and social harm until we reach herd immunity. When the going gets tough we get small when we go one we stay one more harm is easier not to interrupt for hope of recovery do nothing NO. NOTHINGNESS. everyman for himself a libertarian is a lazier republican not worth the effort is it kinda gets in a guys way his money FLIES caring for humans FLIES trying to achieve accomplishments out the window fuck Jonas Salk we woulda worked out polio from our brittle bones eventually there will be flies there will be more flies "¡Muera la inteligencia! ¡Viva la Muerte!"*
* ( "Death to intelligence! Long live death!")
Day 217, 721 (October 15, 2020 5:57 Pm cst)
Played with cats are more than we is human form is that not the specified shape IN DOLLARS WEIGHED don’t I had no idea you were there accumulation by dispossession divested of
income words variously there not more this than that see
it isn’t as mind is cleaved neither deny nor affirm anything that’s the mode that’s the catch is it true enough we resent our being used or neglected in but bound aries arise why even believe why yet we are urged to believe in cleave yes believe in being split into your self of
selfself you schizo is to enjoy it all at once all of it at once because there is nothing else behind it but we could do because we can and instead we come to believe we shouldn’t achieve of the world a promise of itself human and accumulate all of it at once as we dispense with all of it at once without thought of compensation or currency then death is _______ we must arrive and depart neither deny nor affirm anything GO TO COUNTDOWN my how you’ve shaped the argument
Day 218,448 (October 16, 2020 5:45 PM cst)
whinning hypocrisy gets things done SHITHOLE COUNTRIES now this “I feel so powerful. I’ll walk into that audience. I’ll walk in there, I’ll kiss everyone in that audience.” Its called SYMPHOROPHILIA a paraphilia in which sexual arousal involves staging and watching a tragedy, such as a fire or a traffic accident turn me on dead man turned on by DIS-EASE pandemic yes oh that gives them a hard on man PARAPHILIA is the experience of intense sexual arousal to atypical objects, situations, fantasies, behaviors, or individuals this is just some erotic episode an orgiastic plunge in pan-sexual-viral transmission hmmm? A bacchanalia of symptoms and fuck me for the cure shit choking WHATS YOUR SAFE WORD? “I CAN’T BREATHE” oh yes this should get their little money cocks all roused up and feeling this is herd immunity just a circle jerk of disease fuck “I think it’s unfortunate,” he said, after I called him back to ask his opinion on the latest updates. “But it’s something that a vast majority of the population is going to come down with at one point or another.” BUT IT TURNS ME ON “It does no good for our Commander in Chief to be showing cowardice and wearing a mask,” he told me. “He’s the President of the United States. Nobody has the right to question him.” Yes but he’s so hot isn’t he `fucking hot pointer at the waste the carnage the pose of bodies on ventilators the ventilators the throat tubes sliding gliding down in out HE COMES HE COMES its so fucking hot isn’t it he leads the orgy off the thick clump of human flesh pulsating with eager mouths to breathe in the sacred virus anointed as is the dead with the cross of holy water last rites IS DIS-EASE "I wanted to rub the human face in its own vomit. I wanted to force it to look in the mirror." Jet boy jet girl fuck in fever fuck in suffocation fuck in loss of life its all dead fuck to them turn me on dead man. We live inside an enormous novel. For the writer in particular it is less and less necessary for him to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality GO TO COUNTDOWN the ends justify the means we are nearing the singularity A hypothetical moment in time when artificial intelligence and other technologies have become so advanced that humanity undergoes a dramatic and irreversible change.
where the wave of stupid overcomes intelligence aided by technology yes the ignorant singularity is upon us but hell as long as we get to fuck in our disease-compromised environments….. DISEASE IS SEXY
Day 218,980 (October 17, 2020 3:32 PM CST)
The daymare is indistinguishable from nightmare and how am I going to move this it seeks wetness and I am wetter I can’t breathe is the shibboleth i know you are from here whether under a cops knees 8:46 or on ventilator man see you have to move through this malaise like a snow storm it is is the thick by the teeth chattering clenched you hope you make it home thick shovels of fear and ennui thick with mortal because we pretend things are normal it helps to rehearse for the normal in the event there is a return but now you pretend you rehearse GO TO CAMERA 2
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