quackNotes of da quirkbook fur da potel tree

IF THE WINDING'S GOING DOWN
THE DOWN IS IN THE WINDING

Run ( book => unwinding scroll, "screentraption", use_ sceve_ wordings){

je suis si chouette sur ma bicycklettre

! sceve(s) as(s) ona bicycklet triste

• lost in da luv of writing
• needing a reciproque but the reciproque
• is always an après-ski telling herself the wow of things
  
• remembering herself as an aziz ladia
  whither apron on in tent formation
  doin the same pista much faster
• ok cut the crap
  its not about speed or it is but the other way
  the movement of thought needs to happen
  but you can't loose the second wheel
• the steady beam of your holo-bicyclettrewriter
• its funny butter but my outshit vomit f face
  still gets mad at times about some dried up
  mF bein the impolite judge he used to throw out
  
• • so that's among other of her things
  • y u might be better off with a dumb schmuck
    
  • goin a bit slower through the curtains
    draped all velvet before ur lovely void
    dance hall wherein ur competin to outdick
    every hasbin dustbinnin'
    its schwlong to every cavity insight
    of sides already (got it?)
    
  
  

u don't need to pretend we don't need any cure
sure we need a cure, in the luxury-excess of this inward
the lack is real, lack of a valid procedure able to replace
the 'liure' of books the never ending convolutions of the
naming process taken up 'mildly' in the grinding of kapital, der Alte

now we only get our antheads sucked out, sooner or later
or ur b's if ur sufficiently shitheaded
on a slope down if you're ahead what's it make u?
a bad built, less grip, more clown
going deeper down
upon hitting
it.

comme on dit chez les guys:
you can't reason yourself behind
the bathroom tiles
in the toilets, & if you could
you'd still only find the brick wall
you had me built there
in your first place.

f ur education i'm a punk alright
so i just hate it when i'm right
cause then alla u gentl folk
just start to juckety yell
shift location, unshift channels
get the brilliant walls
all tied up together singing
the Sign of Ironeyed out
at least among the i of us
i am.

iamiamiamiam
miamiamiamia
amiamiamiami
iamiamiamiam

the books function

( F iN)n inits shed

its finity was wanting the delicate things to creep in, so
the liure was always a lure too, the golden patina of well shit shite
in the odour of the right order, always left to right

you can see why they (B&D, da stattler & walldorf Sacred Astoria Salade of Immanence)
were still pissed at Mallarmé , Afterwartsburst Mallarmé was pissed at them
some bad u's are still throwing books at them for it , let them
its good for the book circulation

yes its still the blood y the hell not

a binding together the entrapment of something, giving
appointment to the activity

activity are you there? yes
activity do you want to go out?
how much R U?

needleworks
piercing the act (fold)
ah the precision

always reaching for the end, & after the end
the naming still stands, sans cesse

the folio lost in the fold, needing the readers cut
to start making sense

the old scroll a weapon (stick)

with a message-destiny
an address-victim
wrapped around it

the book sacrifying - sacre d nom
the addresse (auto-victim/ su ici decidé)
to destiny - eternity - oblivion

autopoetic books flooding the market:
capital's deus ex machina

it's not even how slow you should
run this programme
it needs to be running from within
you won't get it there thru preaching
or handing out peaches to the saliva
will you

if it's to go through minimal infuse
homeotohertherapistically
how big you think are the chances
it's ur kinda shit
that needs to be infused?

if you don't want anything to happen
you can answer the question. Please answer the


ah never mind.

inscribing the waves - how?
triangulate cellular, monadic

behaviour by quota
when caught cough up
matter. whose caught?

umi umi umi umi
ium ium ium ium
miu miu miu miu
umi umi umi umi