DAY 443,035 TO DAY 463,188
DAY 443,035 (February 1, CVD01, 6:20 PM CovST)
We get accustomed to terror dread fear and it becomes the common vernacular of skin that is a word with concentrations of virus levels not as high as trump or former president high levels of virus in those words names especially names associated with the virus inoculation wont work once the word name is introduced it lodges in the cellular structure making enemies by replication by camouflage viruses duplicate benign micro-organisms appearance to evade detection copies of blood cells words look just like other cells see disguise pretending it is a beneficial word but is not its there to fuck you up from the inside but the weird thing is the body is willing to assist the virus in its assault on the meat as if it was anxious to reject the selfsoul in the nameword that haunts the body that ghost is gone give up the ghost all this haunting haunted bodies of theological constructs the soul as the escape pod Is the name we carry in our sutures
Day 446,689 (February 2, CVD01, 6:35 PM CovST)
We are close to 100,000 deaths in one month never underestimate the efficiency that humans can achieve when it comes to killing itself history is its own problem self as to what historic is is not always historic if something occurs in a brand that’s not historic we long ago stopped achieving the historic with the exception of catastrophes yes we are a menace to ourselves
Day 455,088 (February 3, CVD01, 5:35 PM CovST)
There must be a difference between tedium and boredom and I’m okay with being bored but not being boring and yet theres this tedium that fills everything now get used to it I guess and yet we insist that we be entertained and entertainment goes on in this desperation to distract from the dread and the fear and the ennui so they try to entertain but it appears so forced and unnecessary and contrary to what the situation demands but its easier I guess
You know theres a point when doing something like this what im doing I m committing to the what is this word program a piece of glass where words are sandwiched in between screen and circuit ephemeral as well not that written form I could give you but anyway all this writing now seems futile right is like shouting into a paper bag because really no one reads this shit and no one really should my cat just howls and howls and I have no idea why lack of attention I guess so I’m going to hang out with him because seriously who reads this I mean you might be reading this but no one reads anymore anyway right they read the ghostly ephemera that ghostheads extrude from their soul-blocked onionskin haunted bodies and then communicate the contentlessmeme figures that aren’t communicating anything but the survival instinct of images bearing down on their meme-ness before its too late and really im starting to like idea of the void more more void apathy is back
DAY 455,259 (February 4, CVD01, 6:13 PM CovST)
SEXY COVID + SEXY COVID DEATH = SEXY COVID MILLIONAIRES yes that is money done good going to good homes a few fewer pockets left keeping it all to myself jack so foreboding so forecast is the familiar area of our currency worldland made crisp like bills in the sludge my inscription read GO THERE NOW and I did forced through what is viscous and stormy cloud morning then the snow crept up subzero temperatures dot dot dash
a signal of wordkind walking through in numbers cold dressed a way from becoming seized at the very moment you are racing towards and away from things gathered like to like your brown comfort and the plaid waist coat all everything that reminds you where you’ve been aw honey draw the curtain we’re going down the memory whole soothing raw symptoms see you in the other plank of the cavernous convenience we is sticked into IS THERE A SOUNDTRACK some boisterous anthem crawling across the warsored landscape the vanishing forests gone in the exhaustion of human
human holding nature hostage stuck in the wind stuck in the flight we manage to soar as the world wears its war
out but it is how virus is spelled on the exhausted land fatigued maybe though you will find a peony or a the perianth of a passion flower lilies are good for it too
day 458,791 (February 5, CVD01, 5:42 PM CovST)
in the middle of drag it drags on it bit by bit a step taken in bites of time you 1 then you 0 then 0 some more till you add a 1 in binary steps TEAM COVID shh don’t mention it by name how many times have you knocked on wood winter dry cracked skin as granite would be we took our aim the wind came in curled that powder of the grin that is think I wonder about depth shh don’t mention it by name be brave it is thick isn’t it a hollow that never ends I wonder about deth I cant get myself to spell it shh don’t mention it by name see like flight and people would say well more people die in auto accidents
and they die on the ground not like THAT not hurtling down into the suck gravity motion of earth at speed and buried fuselage and all nosedeep into earthskin deep into spread out over blackblot of fuel spray wounded word skin on earth sprawl no its not the same is it and deaf is HEARD as it is spelled
shhh don’t mention it by name its an orchestra see it as ensemble and more people might have dyed in auto accidents but not like this with tubes running into through winter dry cracked skin and you not knowing how cold you are and tied into the machines of breath and fluid is an orchestra an ensemble making life rhythms are pulses beeping into the sanitary whorl you are to close to deff now shh don’t mention if by name
Day 461,725. (February 6, CVD01, 4:33 PM CovST)
Yeah, I keep thinking about planes going down piano and music to accompany it I’m writing surly dialogue for the inspector your lifestory comes pre=packaged with what time offers the cusp of everything right like numbers are sexy when they stay in the margins when they are tallied up not individually so also does the tape replay reveal a different motive so here we are waiting for dath in the worn air that shrivels cold at your polar touch yes I’ll have a drink now
And then came the plot Death is your dollar disease rolls It in your We made money during the plague Medici settled the world with grass Limestone and debt collection isn’t
It you owe for the plague its not a right Its not a gift it’s a purchase you have To buy into the virus to make it
Stick like mud money to your forehead I see the extent of the damage
And the denomination I am certain it will always be like this
DAY 463,188 (February 7, CVD01, 3:27 PM CovST)
Not for want of trying here the life story of this is writing this is not where is writing appropriate and maybe not anymore in terms of narrating a place in the world would be that final in deth the word alludes to approximates what no one can say writing oneself into the scene script rewrites or not always a plot line moving to the cloud based being respond! Respond! As if waiting for the check okay so that script isn’t working the plot works towards resolution is the same as is sooner for
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