DAY 542,845 to DAY 549,288
Day 542,845 (March 22ND , CVD01, 6:30 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind ground
It is is not over to peek out from your curtain block wall this vertical hole cataract swimming in and out of frequency bets seam in the seldom used IS IT OVER no I don’t think so no it is roving over crawl over space you assume the wary come out wave flag defeat nature wins you have to crawl around through it with THE GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND it is not you will be aware and wakening in the wake of its sorrow maybe we can go now out I wish you brought your camera
you have a loved one who is not here he is elsewhere deployed holding out for more money. i say it is in the afterlife your savings account blossoms words sense i wish your money well SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? a hot reading of your name tells me you know
your tormenter a phantom of phantom a specter yes ephemeral is that it means an absence of that that being being i recommend the egg curse scam as a poem is augur of what fails your
market value THERE IS ALWAYS ROOM FOR CATASTOPHE
Day 543,621 (March 23rd , CVD01, 5:37 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind ground
2,728,551 cases US I can’’t write all the time sorry I mean I don’t hit the ground running I hit the ground and there isn’t much left energy or irony there are risks
the bujo is mine i am telling your present yes give me the egg you are cursed with a curdle an embryo of struggle i can tell with the blood it has gathered SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? and now that money is cursed you must exchange i will burn your money name time it is ticking out the augur yes i think we have it now in the burn i saw the wisp THE GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND I don’t think I know assume that nothing is that important significant in the trades Fortune telling fraud, also called the bujo or egg curse scam, is a type of confidence trick, based on a claim of secret or occult information. The basic feature of the scam involves diagnosing the victim (the "mark") with some sort of secret problem that only the grifter can detect or diagnose, and then charging the mark for ineffectual treatments. The archetypical grifter working the scam is a fortune teller who announces that the mark is suffering from a curse that her magic can relieve, while threatening dire consequences if the curse is not lifted THERE IS ALWAYS ROOM FOR CATASTOPHE
that’s my egg my troubles see we make it up as we go along looking intentional I meant to do that but its an accident all and is not that important it tracks the same pattern in the ever not changing of our making it up the forever similar of our difference we engineer a talisman to hold deth at bay at arms length of laying ones own hands on the tableau the same as before only differently our magic is to trick ourselves into lapses patterns of the different being of is the same difference so don’t go anywhere I’ll be back tomorrow.
Day 545,053 (March 24th , CVD01, 6:05 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind ground
2,739,777 hope you are good I didn’t mean to take that long but I know I know more people dide because I didn’t write you were sold a river but got a road fine enough but is it the same its not about the money but it is its not about money but it always is THE GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND magical thinking, or superstitious thinking, is the belief that unrelated events are causally connected despite the absence of any plausible causal link between them, ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE particularly as a result of supernatural effects here keep this near this writing plant yes or misspell the wryt to confuse the fated them who read over ones shoulder who are sinister in their approach bend of we that is those who will be hunted by the indifferent fate approach the flag of it waving wiggling in the plasma you get what you pay for for more people to dye between wrytes that’s what I think is happening it knows im wryting now in the wordsleeping whisper misspell you will evade detection SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? Yes It is the hollow men are go there are hollow men and hollow things but they are always hollow and always be hollow filled with a different groan of smoke but the same hollow smoke a ring of familiar all bells ring the same all rings bell the same (can ted cruz be deported nah Canada doesn’t want him back) so some slip through the dis-ease they die the natural how now stop whining people will get shot everyday its part of the theater of neo-liberalism neo-CON cuntservatives shh shh shh don’t let them know I’ve stopped the wrytting why because they’ll not kaill any no more so don’t go anywhere I’ll be back tomorrow.
Day 546,300 (March 25th , CVD01, 6:05 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind ground
As usual more daths as I failed to wryte in their words shared I know you used them conceal your intentions and they will not find you don’t use words its like sounding out in depths the same bell rings different different bells ring the same THE GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND So if your anti-antifa your pro-fa? AMERICA IS BORING its grind of routine yadda yadda yadda nothing is changed much by short degrees of lip service to people’s welfare as GOVERNMENT IS NOT BUSINESS IT IS GOVERNEMENT get used to being a target its part of life right see the mass murder model is a profitable market you have to buy guns bullets and then dispense them and reload more bullets and the injured have to be repaired to be shot again theres some good money to be made off of murder the bolder Colorado market is booming atlanta GA is slipping a little but murders are up and that will make up for the loss of covid patience so it will balance out we is the Americans we feared we would sleep through
SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? if you don’t have a ghost i can get you one its armed by the minute yes your word is good enough tell. me what you need in a ghost a good tall of our a wisp
i’ll sell you a ghost you will call it a chair you will raise your hands around it raise it as it is haunting even of all sides we are
so possessed. that the money of the ghost is the value
of skin what we exchange to or. what loved one is for us gone in the dust of words made ghostlike specter of meaning is what shroud of behold to you think money comes from GO TO COUNTDOWN
I held them off as long as I could please have no more daith while I’m not ryting wards to you use don’t go anywhere I’ll be back tomorrow
Day 547,955 (March 26th , CVD01, 5:05 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind ground
I can’t wryt all the time keeping daith away from you have to misspell the name to keep undesirable things away you misspell them you resort to magical thinking to stop undesirable events persons things like ted crooze or Jorgia or cofid its close up magic with your hand wryt into
THE GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND the operative procedure is if it ain’t broke break it like corporatists thinking is the guy who drives his car in for a flat tire well break the whole car DeJoy is taking apart the postal service to save it see it’s the reverse logic of their magical thinking of business the blind warship of business in the if it is broke don’t fix it make it worse Ex falso sequitur quodlibet. who let these guys in? SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? is best not to have them or you to know what it is. that makes of truth is more or less of
absurd sure ridiculous yes i mean the nausea of knowing your alone is without currency or cause is indefensible in of its own
IT WOULD SEEM BETTER TO SHOOT POEMS THAN TO WRITE DEMOCRACIES (Steve McCaffery, Teachable Texts)
SWEEP SWEEP SWEEP
don’t go anywhere I’ll be back tomorrow
Day 548,800 (March 27th , CVD01, 5:56 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind ground
Seems people catch bullets as easily as covid a plague of infections we is bullet attractors it is our nature to draw bullets to us as we are gravitationally disposed towards attracting unnecessary fire in the dungeon of our human reward reworked in the darkness of the pharmakon of our silhouettes escape the bullets we attract infected with bullets is the old news again even as we might escape plague we cant escape human to evade bullets wear a mask change your name every ten minutes ‘cause if the bullet don’t know who you is it cant enter you THE GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND bank of it poems there are stored in as savings would invest them in a meaning then made bankrupt of by over production devalued like a clef in a scale to be sung hinging in lost `dollar s made up in heaven comes the dead coins lined up as they are coordinated to their `respective currency SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? as a poet is a medium to the dead words and thus the money is as well a lost dollar afterlife of value words are dollared up in heaven soul is the worth of a personthing haunts as
a price on being alone first yes then devalued in the market of dollar men don’t go anywhere I’ll be back tomorrow
Day 549,288 (March 28th , CVD01, 4:49 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind ground
If I stop writing people will dye and I don’t want that but I cant keep writing it hurts THE GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND or to pretend writing to fool the evil that is the mundane of being human is not nor animal is just a cell short an RNA strand short of a virus itself with legs for writing in the skin with
A RISING TIDE SWAMPS SOME BOATS there we are sideways in the canal holding off cargo yes all no one can move as we peel away the sun infectious rhythm of those cargo beats the hollow of our sinking tin SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? You invite daith by spelling it right so don’t spell it right spelling a persons name wrong is injurious to them so
Keep not spelling right keep not spelling but write away keep evil at bay don’t go anywhere I’ll be back tomorrow
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