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CANTOS 1	here lies wasted labour no future work without fear the mastery of death act all you expect soon and I will show you the waste of the waste cinereal life wide blue dream machine no surrender it is the other beside you die for I be nobody go nowhere leave nothing win fuck all here lies you couldn’t make it up displacement as language unarranged undividual no lies here close up hope of very little almost nothing kind of god free killer only hero we really like estrangement drug fit voodoo sacrifice the most deadly repetition of all set another before me give form to what it feels like this place takes your name locust joker this mean free path wild justice a condition of grace or murder for gain help from women throughout go sister I give you permission to speak of desires until we’re all dead splendid in ashes qualitylessness the imitation of eros there is no remedy for this violation superadition of transcendent values is unnecessary you’ve been told secrets given by corpses made up remember fraudulent imitative repugnant exploitation wildly overrated rubbish knows shit terminal fix how everything really ends lying in excrement sobbing am I your other yet? not here to reproduce not here to mimic not here to double not here to confirm show everything everything show salemry will this do? still lifeless spiritual porn for ever post human post art fucked up snuff stuff dumb show everyone called is self harmed you want a theory? we hate ourselves for pretending appeal to the stillest of them all you missed the first beautiful twilight the time show backward blood mouth the eternal city looted night shot knowledge gained in travelling relations of ideas and matters of fact the framework of mention prophecy art law autonomy complicity jump cut fraction of violence payback breakdown ice scene nice the new self delinquent always the same audience of one you know this road this kingdom come a role as saviour last free human being ghost hostage of the word mine was always that priveleged psychosis inviting unnecessary humiliation please care echo my world the world scapegoat planet the function of drugs is reconciliation to the place of chains you are alone in thinking that it is a love thing form is means the image is promiscuous sightless feeding prayer for decline this is my body the book which is not a book accepting anything among everything personal temperamental accidental and premature proves nothing nothing sacred nothing unknowing a triumph of death fantastic revenge banner of the new army the truth about art my gift to the nation the 21st century art state hard construction new type deep form immortality physics blue velvet effect black mass like I need god art provisional conversion this is not a holocaust memorial unmissed encounter or premonition of war I am not pretending if I tell you you will kill me what is done still not smiling art in art is not art fake it here public secret tomb sculpture entertainment artifice eternity new world remote viewing family collection you two girls remember tragedy ecstasy doom and so on not art time now
	I watched them come and I watched them go what they gave was always insufficient words are beans this is biology open me said the box eat me I promise you a kind of knowledge participant observation cameras everywhere down marble arcades black flagged and hung with incendiary texts recommending scorched earth and a fiery heaven hell all over so they say a maximum utopia where paedo-zombie slit flicks overrun in downtime gear up Little England for bouts of plague seasonal pleasures taken knee-deep in rotting bouquets amongst epitaphs celebrating amputation another shit poem for another dead kid he likes being on telly but then they all do probing thugs and sniff merchants servants of the pig excited by delinquency soft power extorting omens from entrails explicit images and pure law he do ‘em all in different voices and dumbly rehearses the same jaundiced rhapsody spread the word thinly as fiction see how long it serves the crowd that has assembled eager for rain divine wind incoming beware ardour chemical fugues accidental and emergent in the hours of thirst was I wrong? we are all adventurers now emissaries of the imperium obedient just doing it yelling in the search area pregnant with more trash convincingly possessed parasitic pleading for daylight the federation of grief you think there is always something to understand to repair there is not just peculiar feasting untruisms stinking trophies from before the hunt was abandoned you know it can’t go on we are we the children of criminals done to death all white trash now underworld heroes lawless superheated waiting for the man he liked strangers comfort life support it isn’t sleep this work disrupts you cannot win look for clues in the mirror which flatters not feel the tradition use all appropriate means weapons grade sonic folly orphean encryption we need to hear more as well as see it the art and beauty show sacred leftovers from the party of god as for ourselves we love without respect as we have been taught its all fucking religion anyway boredom entertainment before dawn we salute the last generation our rivals in the truth game messiahs of the neon outland living on acorns taking sleep seriously willing nothing but this bliss sacred carrion is the model for every occult transformation the name is all irregular devotion high lit with embers mutilation central pray to the sex event the way women laugh when they are drunk searching for the peace garden playing consequences making reference to abduction trafficking and old fashioned mistreatment its all superfluous just like torture is isn’t it what you’ve always wanted? collections of the tears in things ordinary lying and insect remorse something to show on the evening of your return pretending unconditional an everyday irreal globally positioned intent on harm not yet translated narratives of conquest heard in rapture dictating wretchedness invalidating protest blocking off escape routes my papers are in order a catalogue of omissions here lies butchery or animal love immobile and extra-transfixed herd protocols must be observed and trusting is not easy you’ll tell me you were hurt how frightened you are of it happening again only worse this time when wonders are taken for signs the cobra is king all is air spectral moon dry cold war unacknowledged legislation strung with martyr’s guts and broken bread your usual investments wormsucked this is irreligious art being born again powerful magic of the skull incendiary era pornography for dogs outlaw end point R’n’R hot and cold propulsion no-one at home he appreciates the personal touch reasonable force the feel of sable rare and enduring barely contained we are nominated for immersion in a dishonest future the ultimatum game confected for a paradise we cannot access that famous prophecy subversion of the skin farce incubated in dust fire places foundations and the things they hide things with wings and slugs for fingers watch your children grow intolerant hysterical double bound to a rotten bargain forbidden partners deliberate regression our wants are impatient prehistoric arguments for the pit just political theory for mortals geometry without consultation shaped like things to come hunched shunted left to rot even unknown soldiers get remembered what about us?
CANTOS 2
	here we go again unable to function even mechanically let me take you down boys and girls keep your change the promise of renewal cannot be honoured this is not a talk show the territory of the credulous too wounded to see and subject to the usual restrictions void hot organs tuned to threat of newer wounds dramatic echoes pleading for order under the sign of death what counts as unburdening here? what could ever count? panglossian drivel muttered in the prayer sphere the horror log marks time set aside for suffering despair there is a chemistry to mourning organic and mimicking decay of course you see blood you have killers for ancestors there is no art now these are dark ages a torturer’s dream pulp truth unsanitary admissions predicting tyranny and dry heat language as such relic of the promise time part penance part revenge love is not war war is so be all you can be an army of one a labyrinth a righteous thing preconfigured to induce full disclosure there it is where all the battles are fought conjure visions of futility winter fear of hard men the perimeter has been breached what part of you is wilderness? eviscerate the styx inside vatic clinker forecasting ruin the impossibility of silence countermelody to our private undoing “too quiet” has nothing to do with sound what did I dream about when I was a child? number and sound twelve images of immaculate self-destruction prophecy without content fuck your attitude your symbols your sickness and attachment to melodrama you have no answers only insults our greatest pleasure lies nobody could know what it would be like nobody could know it would be like this confusion end states white hot and complex games of disillusionment im an empire of filth incomprehensible city now is dope unstable legions unmappable terrain power in the house the dead forgive everything and trust absolutely there are no boundaries at the end of history the past is all there is the rhetoric of loss and renewal sorry excuses and urgent reproduction the cost of things too closely approached we think we’re free brave incredible you may love but you don’t listen can’t rest wonder why all the time just twenty first century stuff research codes suspicion toxic discharge diminishing returns we live as if our life had not taken place we cannot tell what we lack half dead in that unhappy sanctuary outlined by firelight susceptible to noise servility and violation only pain is our own our worthless revolution crying victories we’ve lost our chance applaud the conjunction of faith and concrete your definition of success philosophy should be a praxis not a report controlling screams calling down curses the songs of foundlings deserters slaves of hope impostors within the tribe the society of stupid contests disciplinary functions mewling about community half moralism half lies it is not a social contract but an aesthetic one signed beyond the pale what art means to people cautious with flesh liberation enjoy your slowed down uprush the best we can make of what has been found elevated it won’t last art means sex but only the same way as other things unplanned rites calculations of utility this game has its own rules skeletal treaties empty and ornate an epoch you cannot name will occur sooner than you think deal with the regret the temple dirt and surplus offerings come closer there’s that coldness thing about it stuff appears too soon condensing uncontested this luminous unreal life spent inside counting down from one to nothing terminal resolution going nowhere conscious our distinctions are false we assert no values the necessity of remembrance is lost on us the families of the dead opponents of the system the machine without a master quotidian relentless junky complicit real life evil live know nothing hate stuffed modern extinction why we forget the organisation of time the smoky death scene the tabooed is our only given the original seduction fidelity to the coalition of guilt complicity forever while unburied men trade in modification organism desolate arson escapism itself that circus ride your soldiers are ashamed your bodyguards fearful there are no short cuts the rest is a convenient fiction second nature useful to others the trip you can’t return from stand by me deformation is contagious closeness is all that matters of what remains disastrous twilight full of awareness carrier of poisons and the gift of doubt divisive as nightshade and pyramid silent absence without leave the lightless seasons tense with difference a maximum of taste and mutual need spontaneous chapels of the new virtue high rise low rent untraceable by day unbearably fragile and easily provoked marching as to war the talking wounded don’t make me laugh and piss not on these ashes do you ever ask am I a person who is going to kill myself? the distance is minimal incandescent if you had understood anything you wouldn’t dare open your mouth we never have sex without thinking about dismemberment set to music indecent apparitions pared to the bone blonde dessicated and righteous losing it big time starved of meat not poetry pyre mania compulsive obsessed meditation in its decadent phase devoted to the eyes marginalia dissent accelerating fables for the next in line unnaturally selected so please be as animals going to a bad place or choose to laugh we who are late know God has managed to escape
CANTOS 3
	we are recording accusations of treason justification of the unjust tragedy unreadable in the half lit portrait of the artist naked making uncool dolls from bones and fat chemicals offering compromised epiphanies bedroom produced it may be seven for love but its ten at least for death the deserted place responsibilities and other lies all forfeit when the lights go out time’s the same for everyone unadapted to our powers of cognition occurrence beyond awareness charnel knowing so I give you life itself these others used up first made safe emblems of piracy and abbreviation a tribute to the rule of heat ghost packed defacement coagulate pain exquisite slow burning altar state fatuous adjunct to the ceremony of crime vile high low life hope murder welcome to denialville possession goes both ways contaminates everything it touches we only fear what we have already become embittered casualties fucking gracelessly in cheap beds people deficient in wonder colonies of resentment deep down just dissolute foregoing nothing in wanting it all an inner life quarantine lowbrow recreation myth class conscious monuments to the obvious unentitled abreaction formations predicated on flight and hopeless love like it all is a null term at the dumbshow register of the scarred fortune telling havoc for summer fools being nobody we needed the paranoia to justify our hostility to matter and anything which reminds us of it a blood council summoned by envy and psyched up for disappointment frustration unusual memory effects wanting equals shouting about purity profane unction miasma consumed by fiery logic joke noise making lyrical with ill-understood truths racing down the holy highway stuffed with news anticipating angels things in dreams their parts mixed up hair where teeth should be insoluble in blood fantasising surplus ammunition airborne division a harvest for all time slash and burn singing for forgiveness without sorrow some like it hot deliberately forgetting bad choices nostalgia for combat sexless pleasure dreamed on dope the mark set down on mortals evangelists of awe perversions mountain sermons that’s the problem with truth kneeling in cinders protesting third sight second we will all be judged deserve to be what we become automata impelled to untruth despite the still viscous evidence of wrongdoing blame the rawheads the rite is performed in the mouth alone all possibility of resurrection denied there is no way to recover from quietness like this no armour no chance we’d tell you do not block the exit if there was one we cannot cry enough become mineral so we can still be human some things are perfect this is the law old time God collectively enforced fate is character here not faith or work in progress everybody’s school houses at least one killer another dimension of untruth reflected in water staring too long at stuff you shouldn’t look at beaten into being and then locked in transmission faults the legacy of acquisition feeding off bones real silent, cool sounding death today bone hard, dead cold live evil the impossible economy of heroism over-real twinnings of love and death elegies for falling men free beauty the idea of light lead us not into this rage extravagant advertisement of the maximum self engorged with alleluias in a private sublime virus happy talent lite over-used and up in smoke are you clear yet about the need for disguise? I want to show the work done remembering better than anyone that last request the yards of flowers ranked by age and devastation that faith of losers sacrifice without meaning safe in the lethal centre and party to the worst the first democratic art while metal rats play fire games at the world’s end let’s sit it out and fuck to sirens blitzed indivisible because of you I am becoming us we are only possible in love in all our varied shapes snug as cherubs perpetual deliberate and full of thought addiction defined slow motion venus frenzy triumphal wall-high hallucinating amnesty freedom from succession conversation after dark the precondition of revelation is amnesia we love what makes us untouchable have become inured to diminution reptile disdain equivalence its nothing weird we are detested its why our children die in search of a special effect night deliveries fouling the playground breaking radio silence wasp-chewed tenements marsh exiles grim reaped refuse caravans of waste bells rung for monstrous births the gift of loss multiplying in acid biography without sentiment plus disgust the fury of our looking to belong we are all in it now searching for self possession failing to communicate in the half light what is and what is not true or beautiful tricks of light insisting on wholeness settling for nothing translucency the drooling reconnaissance of folds and cracks aridity and liquefaction machinery after dark yeah the bodies always sit up faking tidal movement male display insatiable aroused by screams involuntary gasping kinetic display born to grunt the fucking elect eager for human contact but I’m not that
CANTOS 4
	she felt uncertainty acutely was sensitive to violence the noises of war so she fought her own against death and desire both stilling them becoming no-man’s land he of course became the monster legend foretold embodiment of covert hope she promised it all infinite excess but delivered nothing they could profit by so furious and logical they turned on her body in exchange transacting atrocities for omissions contracting her out exposed and bound to be abused first he begged forgetting their inability to give then he surrendered uncaring of their terms finally void preserved on drugs a puppet he collaborated with the occupier it made him feel special now as before now as a child when he thought he might dream that he was dead raped in a toilet martyred throatcut over turds delirium kept worse away once only cornered by the heat coiled vigilant in the crow-dark hiding beyond her skin but in daylit health older arid bleeding more she was re-pierced recolonised subjected anew on the run inside and out she practised panicked cannibalism of the new/second self and celebrating fucked tumours her favourites were casual adequate used to the smell a becoming absence they ignored as tactfully as other signs their own she was his elective mother but he sold her anyway castrated of her power to name terrorised as he had been of her disintegrating principles of hygiene too soon out of materials provided by her upbringing she had wrought a surrogate a simulacrum when they discovered what she enjoyed they were jealous and dismembered it she cried “where’s my boy?” at the border the edge of the end watching fires the obscene invention recuperates jerking into carrion a toxic orphan now beginning with what is nearest us everything is infected she suggested that a man risen from the dead is no more significant or even titillating than one summarily hung all novelties foredoomed to explode without residue in the anaesthetic sensorium of their witness the carnival-goer trespass must be visible a wish seen to be fulfilled he proposed that she advertise the inevitable denouement that she exhume its antecedents and lay them out premonitory confessional retributive that become an impresario of annihilation she choreograph their own painting equals burning light up the way of my flesh the machine traced an uninterpretable obituary across him and they rubbed his widow’s ash into its cuts impurely for effect causeless pyrotechnic free of guilt because become it the carnivore apes holiness privileged we dote upon the execution we’ve seen it all before ghosts are inadmissible there is no pleasure without first overcoming disgust if you bleed and you are a man tell them to keep out
CANTOS 5