GREAT MONALOGUE OF DELALANDE AMONG THE

SHADOWS

(REDOBLES AND MODULATIONS)

I was the head who wanted to inherit from some

lovely living wisdom, some insensitive and
insulting wisdom. I shared this folly with others,
but I did not document it or file it. And you, do
you share others only with you? Is laughter only
with you? Laughter goes like equality. I am uneven
in equality. Unfair to others, it's me. Being others,
it's me, and I'm not very well myself. I am a petty
bourgeois who carries the tomb to the body at
high speed. The masked tomb of the body? None of
this, no graves, only body. This is not a great
start here. Nor is it a failure. It's a thing next to
the flops. A kick that ignores the goal. It is
natural, even if there are beacons in nature.
Nature is unfair (as I said, I believe, Anaximander)? Is
nature fair by being unfair? So much the better,
because it lights the instinct. I was kindling the
instinct in wild things. There is something wild,
prickly, bordering on modernity. I'm modern by
accident, without having to feel like it. You have
to be modern; But in a psychic amphitheater full of
old curiosities and much wild things.
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I cultivate the verb to be in the sense of appearing,

in the sense of reappearing and possibly
disappearing one day — I always lose my umberella
to keep the umberella open mentally, to keep
certain metaphors coined in authentic metaphors
so that I make a museum of the museum of my
clothes, of my old clothes. Always unprepared for
any season? Are some old examples unprepared
forever? Some examples await those who wait for
more people for many years in games of language
games to set the language on fire, to set the
couches on fire, in an impossible full of couches, in
an impossibility that facilitates many tasks to
those who predispose to what predisposes, to
fetishism, to all that I know of fetishism, that I
know that sharpens the unavailability to a long
intimacy after the long intimacy, after all the
surprises in which I undo indisciplines or surprises,
soon that I do not undo indisciplines but that I
remake without discipline. Do I go back to
something and undo myself? I retreat to a syntax
with too much syntax, something pathetic in the
spelling inaccuracy and this is due to the
intensity that is due to the possibility of intensity
of thought — seen of thought, seen of
apocalypses to undress apocalipses, to undress the
gods and phrases of the gods and the phrases of a
moron fool — phrases that are based more on
reality and poetry that postpones reality —
poetry postpones not only the answers but also
the answers to the questions, the question to the
questions, the question which serves to
exacerbate the aggravation of any hypothetical
solution — I scrap any hypothetical solution and
undo my memory for memory to be able to
celebrate — I shush to be able to celebrate, I keep
silent to keep the rage alive to keep Intense, with
my intense smile, that my smile has caused me, hello
has caused, oh yes numerous problems — why do
the problems arrive? Why does happiness or serenity
bother you? Serenity bothers you? The worlds
always experience me, the worlds experience me
slowly with dreams and little by little change my
dreams and change me in the art of dreaming
hypotheses to dream again hypotheses to make
fictions more fictions and more plausible with the
best plausible criticism. The best criticism is suicide
and the suicide of the critic is buying us second-
hand. Do you confuse the taste that is confused
with the taste of the sacred? Beurrrk!
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I ate impractical theories. I have impractical

theories as leftovers. I have an ever more
polyptych God. I practice myself more and more
polyptychally. I practice a pulp poly-atheism. A sum
of perhaps in this confusion that fights in a
greater confusion, that fights with the patience.
Perfection invites a perfection that invites more
doubts. I raised more doubts. I exposed emergencies. I
put buttons to emergencies. I put buttons to the
future weakness. Do you avoid future weakness?
You avoid the place of questions because all you
ask is Denial? Do you wear what is denial? Interior
Interlacing Dress? The answer is the executioner's
Doxa. The novelty is an hangman. The novelty is a
striptease seen through the gaps. I exhibited the
exaggerated steps of God following in the
footsteps of the Devil. He was an exaggerated fan
of God. Once upon a time there was nothing
followed by nothing followed by other
nothingness. One tuned in other Denials. A
multiple self is a multiple self and is the non-place
of the world's non-place. I ate the world. I ate the
Delalande to end up in Delalande. Asceticism is a
doubt. Asceticism of all acts in an anecdote.
Anecdote that leads to excess. Freedom stuck in
excess. The freedom of nature in the nature of the
place. Simultaneous ends. Who wants to rent them?
Simultaneous ends of the impossible. Doxa of the
impossible. The weak Doxa makes you feel lonely. I
will join convictions on my own. I will add
convictions to hypotheses of guerrilla
hypotheses. Intelligence? Why not cultivate
intelligence guerrillas? Why not? I live with
sacrifices, like this? I live sacrifices, by the dozen.
Because laughter transcommunicates laughter
that transcomunicates glories. A carnivalesque
knowledge of glories. A carnivalesque knowledge
with many hats. Does the autobiography make
upcoming autobiography improvements? Are we
making improvements? We are pretending exemplary
beginnings. Pretend exemplary beginnings to
continue involuntary descents. We have to be
wild to be exchanged for divine. The melancholy
of being divine. Melancholy is the interrogation
of the decomposing interrogation. I ate in decay. I
ate Delalande with Delalande sauce with
Reinhardt sauce. Thanks for the sauce, Reinhardt.
Thank you for the cleverness intelligence of
debauchery to things. The mockery of legal
things. As Delalande I expounded on legal things.
An exalted Delalande invaded stillness. A polyptic
laugh. No hypothesis of polyptic laughter. No
ventriloquist hypothesis. Alas, the crazy
ventriloquist. Oh, the crazy one in the hole gives
one of Kafka'sparables. The hole gives symbols.
Critics refute themselves. Find symbols of critics
refuting. Find great spells. Lisbon wide spells great.
Lisbon to condense the world. To condense the
world into certain Lisboneres.
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Words incite words that incite to the excess of

all the excesses of all things to write thanks to
the things, to write thanks to a obstinate
inclination for the arbitrary, to make the
inclination by the arbitrary, to make the
mourning of the mourning, of the success to get
rid of attention, from success to systematically
discarding attention, to systematically hide
notes, to hide more notes, and to make disappear
the disappearence in the book in which I learned
to be superfluous. And I got tired of being
superfluous, I was tired of remixing myself and
remixing myself with the parentheses in parentheses
and with the quotation marks I place over the
quotation marks I place in my mind. Degrading
prophecies have been degraded — are prophecies
language games? Is random language? Is
randomness a God of a God who knows how to
sell and knows how to resell Goddess as sacrifice?
Are there injustices as a prelude to sacrifice? Are
the injustices of nature either of nature or are
happiness to deceive the happiness of the saint?
Multinicities to see the saint? Multiplicities to see
exuberances and affections that emigrated to
more exuberance and affection, that later
emigrated to cold countries, to countries
mentally cold and whose inhabitants spend
vacations in the tropics filled with parabolas —
to spend vacation in the tropics is to live in the
parables that are low.
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A book as an amphitheater. A book with an ass. The

only thing is an ass, Artaud would say. The Self is a
consequence. Being is the consequence of an ass.
The Self leaves by his side. The only bearable thing
in bearable art, we are told, is an art of the old,
always concealing things of disguised news of
dubious news. Monotony of the dubious tide.
Monotony of the tide of melancholy. Boredom is
like a patchwork of melancholy. Boredom is like
the secrets that secrete the dead and the
vegetarians. The art of vegetarians is greener. Art
appears as the great life in decapitated life. The
only way was decapitated. The only way you love
is the guillotines. The One loves the guillotines. A
man looks like a handsome man whenever he puts
his beauty at the tables with flies. It is very good
to have tables and very annoying to have flies. It's
great to feel the best of the best disappointment.
The form of deception rests on a table. God's form
is another God or a geometric accident that
merges with another geometric accident into a
mediocre painting. Nature looks like a mediocre
painting. Does nature dissolve? Blame what
dissolves? Blame the melancholy. I am a non-
melancholic cigarette to smoke. I'm a cigarette
smoked by sex. A nose smoked by sex. The nose is the
amphitheater of the unknown. And there are the
teeth of the unknown. Teeth fall as the moments
of youth fall. Ilogism of moments of youth.
Ilogism that can bake habits. Crime is habits. Crime is
a Neapolitan ox. When a Neapolitan ox smokes it
rains lava. I will be the smoke that rains. Am I an
Indian sorcerer? How do I know I'm an Indian
sorcerer? Are carnivorous habits carnivorous
breaths that push a man into the family? Is life just
family? Life exists only when there is a man who
invents it. The handkerchiefs will cut them off. The
handkerchiefs will cut you off. To whom? Hate is a
who? Hate is a means to sacrifice in a good dinner.
Like an animal in a good dinner. Like our friends
around the friends around should be alone. You
should be alone with your partner. Loyalty is
loyalty to an end fostered by an end fostered by
logic. Morality is a logic. Morality is the
exception. And if it is the exception, I am the self, I
am the man who confuses the man who confuses
the conclusions with the conclusions with
straw. The purpose is straw. The purpose is the
fortune of the blind. Flowers wipe the blind. The
flowers dry the passion and the passion
contributes later to the One after the suicide. The
moral of suicide is a straight line with many
curves returning to the same place. Morality is the
spine and the spine a means of a Means to sacrifice.
Wisdom is the thing to sacrifice. Wisdom is
incapable in marriage. We are incapable of marriage.
Are we responsible for the pallor of blessed people?
When is the end of blessed people? The end is an old
one. And it's an old mistake that's still a mistake
that no-one has yet seen as anyone has seen with
healthy companies. Explanations are healthy
companies. Mystic explanations have beautiful
mystics that have beautiful combs. Death hides the
buns. Death is the cult of being alone. The dead are
alone in their death. The art of being alone is a
death by anticipation. Art is the free. It is also free
will to divorce from agency to divorce from
predestination. The devil does predestination. The
devil makes sex ache as a consequence of nothing.
The priests wipe out nothingness. The priests dry
the country and then the motherland. There is
one later to get it dirty when they dirty the
urinal. The urinal is the homeland. Paralysis is a
urinal. Paralysis is the religion of the religion of
my plants. The morality of my plants is paralytic.
The moral of the stars was to bake the rib of Adam.
The rib of Adam will be good. Is it good to feel
God feeling God being an atheist? Here is the
unknown, revolutionary gentlemen, out of the
hat of an atheist. The unknown, revolutionary
gentlmen, is me. Here I am.
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From revolutions we already know that they are

revolutions and we already know what awaits us.
Humor is the result of a disappointed wait. Humor
is the vegetarianism of cannibals. The mistake of
vegetarianism is the cannibals. Error is a coitus
that is the coitus of art. The beauty is art. The
beautiful is the lover of the lover of disinterest.
Dirty ideas arise from dirty ideas. Dirty ideas come
up better in the shower. Is there anything better in
the bath? There are means that are means that are
more principles than principles. Forgetfulness is
what others do. Forgetfulness is the grandson of
brotherhood. Make each fraternity a
discontinuity. Make every accident an oracle.
Accidents sprinkle the oracles. The dissonances
offer popcorn to the dissonances that offer
popcorn to the harmonies.
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I loved it, but it was not just that. I loved, not

only at first glance in love at first sight, but
many and many more views. I like more views. I like
discontinuous conversations about
discontinuous conversations and people with the
cutting edge of evasive answers. There are too
many evasive answers. There are too many galaxies
of pregnant ideas, galaxies of ideas with ideas and
more exciting ideas. I often miss exciting things. I
often lose my attention when in the midst of the
attention they ask me questions with air of
intensity. I like people with intensity. I like people
who hide their glory through false glories or
through ironic self-denigration. I do not know
how to imitate ironic self-denigration. I cannot
be prepared. Although I think I can be prepared.
Despite several autobiographies parodying several
autobiographies I have not said anything
concrete about myself yet. I chat on a tightrope.
The publicity about me is like that. Advertising has
the function of having another function and
making God a flesh that makes God even more
anonymous. I learned that it is good to be more
anonymous, but not totally. I have learned that
philosophy philosophizes us and pushes us towards
increasingly personal practices, but which are not
very personal. I did not find in it any "descriptive"
recommendation of what we should do seriously
in the times we have plotted. But will there be a
"descriptive" recommendation that makes sense? Or
that, at least sometimes, makes sense. When I saw
more, it was when I tried to hide under the cold
skin of anonymity. The works in the anonymity
slide us in the direction. The works that others
do for us are their works, they are the works
that I do not want to do for them. Should we
have a bit of their personality? We should have a
place to store sites. Sites to keep what is left over
from the remains of intuitions. The error of
intuitions excites. The error has an amazing
success rate. I want very surprising success. Even
before I know what knowledge is, even before
anything new is unexpected, I already have the
unexpected in my hand, I already have the habit of
mistrusting what is coming. Ideas are suspicious of
them. Ideas have learned they have to learn. There
are ideas to change me. I often change myself. I use
defeat to know the taste (bitter) of defeat and to
attract attention. I induce something to attract
attention. I bring others to others, that they may
be bold. May they be daring for the pleasure of
being so. Inhibition uninhibits me. But inhibition
that disinhibits me is a Zorro mask. I do not know
to what extent I disinhibit, because inhibition is a
comfortable stronghold. There is a point at
which to start from and a point of no return
that contains the point of origin and the points
of becoming. All thought that is thought and
that precedes me is a precedence to be taken into
account, it is a kind of invitation to recall, to
the anamneses, it is a kind of invitation to serve
this thought with loyalty. I'm serving you. I think
it to escape I do not know what, I think it to
escape other similar thoughts. I cannot escape it. I
cannot escape involuntary judgment. A very
deliberate involuntary judgment, like gaffes
behind gaffes behind gaffes. I feel the gaffes on my
skin. I sense judgment, with judgment, but as a
superlative form of indeterminacy. People fear
indeterminacy. Extraordinary people have an
extraordinary and enormous vocation to be
ordinary. The auspicious irregularity of being
ordinary. Irregularity is the most tortuous path
to fame. Speak for fame. Talking about talking has
something exciting about it. This exciting thing
makes me even more autobiographical.
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What is what it is? For what is it? Well then! Great

discoveries, then! The great discoveries have a
deadline. What is validity? Who said that? One
sentence said this? An exceptional informational
summary is an exceptional informational synthesis
that generates one million, which then generates
another million misinformations. Misinformation
of misinformation in expansion. Impersonally
helpless? I'm not the expansion, but I'm expanding. I
am not the artist who is an artist that others
may think that he is. I do not know what it is! I
know they fall in love with me, but not with me. I
do not know if I give, nor do I know if I stopped
giving it. I'm the reason why. I am the executioner
of legitimacy. When is the executioner of
legitimacy? When do you get up with a hood?
When you tell me something, will you tell me
something I did not know? Oh, that's not exactly
what you were trying to tell me. What is a
symptom of wanting to say? What I do not know
is pretty much everything. Practicing almost
everything is an impossible task. There is a lot of
practice out there. The sentences in which we
think we put everything are pretentious. Phrases
that would save the world would save the world
but not save. You only get saved when you save
yourself. Oh, yes, to themselves, because the world,
there the world, decidedly, prefers to lose itself.
Or even to themselves. Because the world, it is
decided, prefers to be lost. Syllogisms of
Bananality seek posterity for perfect marriage. Do
I want glory as chance? There is a glory like
genetic chance. The current disorder comes from
the genetic one. The present disorder is the
undoing. The inadmable order prepares the order
of the future. Freedom calls for a future. Freedom
asks nature to follow it as Breughel's group of
blind men into the abyss. Have vision to avoid the
abyss. Have useless opinions like useless opinions.
Useless as guillotines. Desdomestication involves
the guillotines. Desdomestication implies
dissemination, dissemination, selfishness, nomadism,
and again selfishness, and more nomadism, and so
on. Modesty is one of envy. Modesty in nature is
always nature and is always false. The scale of
things is false. The scale is what allows you to see
without having intention. It is the state of seeing.
By who sees. The scale of a dwarf is not that of a
giant. The landscape is the landscape as a devil of
content. The devil content gives stings. Crime is
the goddess of crime who is the goddess of
honesty. The justice of honesty tries to be fair, but
it costs. Justice is an industry that is a weak
industry. The falseness of the weak. The falsehood
of intelligence is the best intelligence to
understand itself, and it is better than the
nobility of materials. The prolixity of the
materials brings them closer together. Prolixity
makes us infamous and boastful. Harmony makes us
infamous. Harmony is less a content than the
content of discontent. Terror is a discontent.
Terror is the presupposition of the assumption of
any effort of legal effort. The disharmony invites
to the legal. Disharmony invites conformism and
conformism to opium.
9

There is a confusion between the confusion of

world hierarchies to fabricate hierarchies of the
world and words to falsify words, of which we
will never get rid of. The story serves to unravel.
History serves to overpopulate or depopulate the
emptiness of the present. Look at the emptiness of
the present! By force of being strong we become
agitators and soon we become classics. As
troublemakers we become more classic than the
other classics. How to escape totalitarianism
without escaping the totalitarianism of the
present? Is the present practiced? One practices the
rhetoric of rhetorical virtue or virtue to make
debauch more consequential. The most
consequential debauchery is hot. The composition
has been in a state of decomposition. The best
circumstances make the decomposition. The best
circumstances are based on terror. The worst are
the terror about things. The tools demoralize us.
Theories that abuse tools demoralize us. Theories
that love electric chairs kill. Who do you love?
The electric chairs? Power is exercised against
every power and is exercised more and more with a
feeling of lack of space where space is lacking — it
suffocates! Virtue is a virtue that is an advertising
error. I am done advertising error. I am using
telepathy as a telepathic way of dematerializing
the dematerialization of art.
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The territory invaded art. The territory invaded

the maps. We have become the maps. We have become
the slaves of documentation who are slaves to
documentation of libertarian deeds. Illusion of
libertarian deeds. Divine prostitution as divine
prostitution as the purpose of the struggle to
end the class struggle. The inclined morale of
classes. Morality is the suburb of Doxa suburb.
Opinions that fax to Doxa warp. Opinions depend
on the next and depend on the next allowance.
The greatness as subsidy. Greatness as an intriguing
variety of an intriguing variety of mediocrity. The
calamities of mediocrity. The calamities are
sophists. Demiurgy competes with the sophists.
Demiurgy as suicide. The how of suicide. The corpse
of God feeds on the corpse of God who is the
world. Nature is under nature which is under the
purview of legal subtleties. An opinion has legal
subtleties. An opinion (Doxa) does not develop, it
disengages itself. The only thing that develops, it
clears itself. The only task of a government is
that it must be government and must protect
complexity. Evil becomes complexity. Evil makes
paranoid power. Like paranoid power itself. How to
believe in a freedom that does not need to be
subsidized? Doxa is the opposite of subsidies. The
Doxa is a property enhancing the property of the
visible in the shadow of enunciation. The
enunciation of enunciation. The enunciation as
Divine Annunciation. Something like Divine
Annunciation. Invisibility is the retardation or
advancement in time. It seems like an effect of time.
Social disobedience became more and less social
disobedience, it became a fantasy of a fantasy of
submission. Whoever incites submission becomes
excited. Whoever incites crime fights. The will to
crime fights. The will of God is a God in Denial
behind Denial behind Denial. Justice goes with
Denial. Justice goes to the hairdresser because she
thinks she is not affluent. The refutation becomes
opulent. Refutation makes the evidence
encouraging. Who wants the stimulating
evidence?
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Who insults God praises him and insults God

praising him (Eckhart?). Who is Eckhart? Insult him!
Equality praises and insults you. Equality is a
calamity over a public calamity. We have found
that it is public. We have found that language
game games look like language and look like
other language game games. Or are they pseudo-
language games? Nor are games of the saint of
language — alas what language — what is then at
stake? There is no freedom of play? There is no
freedom without excesses. Do concepts come
without excess? Or are they excesses? Concepts are
imposed to camouflage the camouflage of the
void. The Doxa of the void. Doxa emerges at the
end that emerges from the end of the conceptual
striptease. Go on to the conceptual strip tease.
Going to the countryside in the countryside can
be depressing. The power to be depressing by being
depressed. The revolutionary is a revolutionary
who is a tyrant who is not yet a tyrant because
he has not yet caught up with fashion at the
right time. Demiurgy is the fashion. Demiurgy is
dissipation. Just dissipation. Only the uncreated
not being also uncreated does not degrade.
Revolutionaries degrade and degrade.
Revolutionaries suffer from insomnia. Being awake
they suffer from insomnia. Since the devilish power
is the mother of all acts, all acts become divine.
The cases are divine. Exemplary cases are
inadequate. The specimens are inadequate. The
secret lies in the secret of luck excellence. The
Excellence of Luck? Chance helps by chance which
helps to make the guesswork and undo the most
agreeable conjectures. The guerrillas are
unpleasant.
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The change of a change for a man is man and his

destiny. Not really your destiny ... I do not
conceive a garden, now, that refuses to be
rejected as modern poetry. Privacy makes modern
poetry. Privacy is more concrete than concrete if
your destiny is public generosity. I return to
public generosity. I take back the sense through
the sense through the old-fashioned to garden
the old-fashioned, to gardening revolutionary.
I'm just one more revolutionary. I am only a
sentimentally natural garden that refuses to be
abandoned. I closed myself to being abandoned. I
closed the garden of understanding to those
who by understanding understand tyrannically ...
In nature there is no refusal. But there is refusal.
But refusal, like refusal, is the illusion proper to
illusion, is that of man, who can be man, who can
be beneficial to the natural. Will I be beneficial to
nature? I will always be a novice who is always a
novice of antiquity. Antiquity is antiquity in the
resurgent encounter of geometry with geometry
and naturalness. I like the ways of naturalness.
Ways of writing the world to write the world
should be watered regularly. I'm a regular guy. I
am a private person who admires the pretensions
to the pretensions of the public to the sublime. I'm
a guy who likes the sublime, the erotic and the
fraternal at the same time. The Muse must be
fraternal. The Muse must leave the bookshelf and
garden revolutions. Let us learn to garden
revolutions. What follows the legislation is the
tomb of the garden. To aspire to the people.
Aspirate against the grave. To aspire against the
people. To aspire next to the people. To aspire with
the people. Aspire to the end of the end of the
people's tomb. Crime is the grave of the people. Crime
is the son of the child of the world and the
cousin of the law. The world of legislation is not
the garden world. The inequality of legal
subtlety is not pastoral. Circumstances follow
the pastoral. Circumstances follow human nature
for this to know how to welcome enthusiasm.
What protects enthusiasm? Does equality exist in
nature? Is equality being on the field to be in the
field entirely? Ingenuity is a productive inertia.
Ingenuity belongs to the wise in disorder and
fighting. Ingenuity is useful in disorder and war.
The wit is a subtlety of a subtlety of chance.
Justice is also chance. Justice is also infamous when
it is infamous, when it forgets nature. Too much
forgets nature.
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Too many laws: wan of affection. Legislation

should have affects. Legislation should be made
for all members of the world. The community is
not the world. The community is not an inert
inertia, but a forestation. Opulence is a restored
infamy. Freedom is restored infamy. Man's freedom is
not man's freedom and does not re-emerge in the
grave. Crime reappears in the grave. Crime is the son
of the son of the future. Crime is a future child.
Crime is the child of a world that has become void
of the disorder derived from the disorder of
others. There are virtues that are only for others.
There are virtues that require anger. Pressing
require anger. To oppress evil (or good) does not
lead to good and does not necessarily lead to
virtue. Does virtue lead to guillotine? Does the
circumstances lead to the guillotine?
Circumstances are infamy. Thei decorate the
infamy of romances. Propaganda is necessary.
Milito in the propaganda of affections. What
distinctive circumstances make distinctions in
nature? Is it useful to be useful to nature? Is it
helpful to use a device to oppress evil? Is
ecological oppression evil? Do the homes of the
affections defend us from evil? Are the homes of
affection surrounded by parks of empathy? A weak
government gives way to parks. A weak
government weighs even more heavily on things
weighing on the things of the world. A world
government no longer looks like an Utopia. A
weak government that is weighed against the
people is banality. The people are not a government,
but an idea to legitimize who governs. The mark of
a government is a distinctive mark on nature,
because there is nothing outside nature. The legal
thing is for chatting. Sex is a wild flower. Sex with
wild flower in mouth. Sex in a modern poet is a
nostalgia for animal predation. There is a
nostalgia for Pythagorean sex, with numbers and
vibrations. Was there ever a Pythagorean sex? Did
the remote Man-Nature have a geometric
organism? The remote Man-Nature is the measure of
the measure of all gardens. All the beautiful
gardens incite to love. Ecology had to be a
misleading truth to show the complexity hidden
beneath the tail of simplicity. A misleading truth
to become an ecological sculpture just needs to
take a step forward. Do you want to become an
entropic sculpture? A bench to see entropic art. A
bench to sit our sit and our pleasure. Loneliness
can be a pleasure. Solitude as secularism. Gardening
as secularism. Gardening for socialism. Gardening a
Poem? Or a Poem to Garden? Can one garden with
Poetry? Can one garden without Poetry?
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The Epoch of Poetry? The Ecollocation of a thing

in the word. It is better to garden the word. The
best thing about gardening is your pleasure.
Gardening sex with pleasure. Garden the sex under
the aegis of the number. It's the Ecollocation of
the number. It is Nature-Philosophy that must be
read. Anagrams are to be midsread. Anagrams come
from the Muse. They are the Muse playing with its
abbreviated elements. Their abbreviated elements are
anointed with them. Do you think they live a
long or compressed problem? A long and
uncomplicated new life. A new life is also an
ancient anagram rediscovered. An old
rediscovered anagram soon becomes prestigious.
Anagrams are the fate of the forgotten gods. It is
in Greeklanguage that we think we are forgotten.
It is in the Greek term Pandemos that we find
Pandemos, that we find the connection with the
people and the sex. An anagram is a life that is not
a life simplified by money? Do you want the
simplified thing for money? Or a real life? Or a life
complexed by the relationship complicated by the
relationship with Natura? Are there too many
transactions with Natura? Or a few? Too many
letters were left empty in the letters. The void has
been there since the people gave up the sex of the
people, since the people gave up the sexed camp to
sex the people. Where is the sex field? Where is Muse
playing with the aspirations of the people? Is not
the anagram te People? The anagram is not
oppressive. Saussurre shows us the oppressive about
the anagram. Saussurre shows us that the sense
throbbing with the whip of its ambiguities in
ambiguities and anagrams. And what anagrams!
15

And what is Aphrodite? To enjoy eating the Other?

Aphrodite leads us to a back where there is some
science and a lot of Art. Artemis should be of the
Art, and it is, but Aphrodite is much more. The
Anagram pulverizes the Anagram. Repetition sprays
into the pandemic. Exuberance is the pandemic.
Opulence is infamy. Prophesying was void of infamy.
Prophesying was empty of mutated anagrams. The
drive of the mutation. Yes, that teenage drive,
fruitful and misfit. The drive of the anagram yes.
The anagram yes again, but the anagram itself,
isolated, no! Too many isolated lyrics, no! Too
many letters in your destination. Your
destination ends where the oracle says O. The
people need the people and need concrete examples.
Concrete examples and not words of order or
heavy speeches. Erotic gardening and geometric
order are good examples to begin with. A
government never ceases to begin. A government is
never pure. But it does act. The anagram is a
garden that wants to shake both clutter and
perfection. We indignified Apollo. Because? We
combine ingenuity with perfection. We indignified
Apollo? Nevermind! The sugar mill is private. Too
many purposes are private. Too many exiles for so
few heteronomies. Differentiate them. A
government can withstand few heteronomies. A
government free to legislate is free to legislate
everything poetically. A government should do
everything poetically. A government that
protects itself in the anagrams will be fair?
16

I remember that they exasperated and I was the

serpent. It is false that I was the serpent. It is false
that I am a loser philosopher. You come to dinner
with me as if I were a losing philosopher. You come
with Rilke, and he's Rilke, and he's your Tibetan. You
can display your Tibetan. Can you ask him to do
miracles? Through the names of certain yogis, can
you ask him? Through the names, you remember the
green principle. I do not, but you remember the
green principle. Me, the Perfect Prick by antiphrase.
They call me the Perfect Prick and I have eggs to
give, and I have eggs to thank. I'm getting old and
thankful. I am one more to grow old a little
more. Come and see! The names flash more. The names
blaze at lunch to improve philosophy. The
Comedian is appended to thinking. If he is a
foreigner he is a simple extramember: mere Buddha
energy with Buddha's halo and all. It is simple: the
mere energy of the Buddha comes in handy. I am
the sphere containing another sphere and you are
magnetic poetry — listen to magnetic poetry —
listen to the soluble Tibetan philosophy, perhaps.
There is an ideal in Tibetan philosophy, perhaps.
Ideal for some or for others, kissed sweetly, I give
Doubt as a great offering. Big / Quiet, purely and
kissfully sweet, I give Doubt, that, that makes
change and lalala-la. Great / Quiet, purely poetic, I
declaim on a merry lunch that I am a cheerful
poet and offer a lunch of writings by masons. I
prepare myself in the energy of writing. I prepare
the energy of the Artistory. The I, that bastard,
exposes the Artist. "The Self exposes well." Does love
exist? Love exists! With the perfect summer gilding.
Oh! Oh! I am the perfect summer Vociferator
gilding. Writing vociferator at lunch — there
is’nt great lunch there, there isn’t there great
photographer, that great photographer posted.
Protolanguages are flashing for experts.
Protolanguages flaming like a sock. Let's ask? Why
does not the camera make me beautiful? Hope. Do I
Equate Imperfect Doubt as part of me? The Imperfect
Doubt with its fabulous and glorious liking. It's
nice for 999 glorious miles to like you. I'm waiting
for you in a Persian miniature. I hope you come
with the sound of your special voice. We walk
apart and it's even funny. Enough of sins to make
noises. He says it's funny. Enough of sins. It says "is
there" and prepares the ink. Why is Encylophysics
ideally? I hope the ideal Enquatosophy? I hope you
prove it, with dates and facts. Oh, I really hope
you prove it! Oh, my lover, especially you, look like
a snake. All around. As a lover, you especially wrap
yourself around like a snake. How is Genius in the
distance? Genius is said to be in the distance, but
they do not say where. Wait. Reads a lot, but
what? Read many thanks, O Kissy Sweetheart! Wild
Summer passes, thank you, Kissy Sweetheart! Wild
Summer passes like another laugh in the distance,
as another laugh in the distance appears October
to obscure. Summer to come in October, and
nevertheless Summer.
17

As an artist I’m considered "an artist in exile". It was

one who capitulated, who chose exile, by giving up
fame. I am a Pythagorean of fame. I am Pythagorean
but with a slight imperfection, with a taste for
the mischievous deviation to perfect forms: a
thing a bit imperfect is more exciting than a
totally perfect thing - and a more or less perfect
thing? When does something less perfect become
imperfect? - the accidents that make imperfect are a
less visible and more secretive form of perfection,
are the granus salis - they have their own opening
glory, which blossoms from their black place of
intense smell, to the time, to that time perfumed by
chance. Enter time as a gap. To live is to be in that
breach that flows from the tyrant eternity, from
the monotonous, tasteless and perfect eternity.
The perfection of eternity is innocuous and
unproductive. Natural Will, spontaneous,
temporalized perfection, are different from
mathematical perfection? Of unsustainable
mathematical perfection? Does mathematical
imperfection open as a door that creaks to
natural perfection? Or does natural perfection
need no doors, is it already open without a path
or doors? Or is it the neighborhood of
mathematical perfection that makes it the
architectural thing, with Baroque staircases,
Kafkaesque corridors and beautiful windows
giving to creepy landscapes? Does mathematical
perfection make the inaccessible by rigor? The
inaccessible door you will never enter may be that
of paradise, but it is not the door of natural
perfection! In Yantra does natural perfection
come about as in a restaurant? In the Yantra the
informed and the spontaneous reconcile with the
mathematical rigor, and give meaning to the
abstract fomes of the geometric. Natural
perfection differs from itself in order for
everything to flourish, so that everything is made
space, more space, inside or outside the space itself.
The guillotine blooms beheadings in space. The
guillotine is the glittering sister of the pastoral.
Revolution is the moment of pure, cruel,
inhospitable emergency, blending an unheard of
joy with the darkest terror. I want the marvelous,
the lapse of the marvelous, the abrupt, impassive
forbearance. But I fear the inevitable terrible.
18

Satori in hell even in handy. Satori in hell to chill.

Attain in the spirit is to dissolve in the Spirit of
the Saint. This saint was my secret agent. I have a
secret agent to make clandestine editions. The
editions of my books have been perfect. Perfect in
their clandestinity without advertising. In private
homes, in cellars, in the middle of forests, in dark,
and sometimes dangerous, areas. The reality is
clandestine. Reality is a rough conjecture. A
rough conjecture that has not yet been
formulated, but of which we have a lively
impression and an experience that varies
enormously and gives everything. I make
exhibitions from things that have not yet been
formulated. I make exhibitions of non-meditations
on non-meditations of buddhas to disguise
nirvanas. I am the buddha who gets rid of the
orchestra of the symphonies of samsara. I'm the
one who unleashed the success to be unfinished. I
was the one who unleashed success by unfinishing
the first steps, those terrible first steps, to get
stuck in a golden oblivion. The most infamous
mask is golden. The most infamous mask of God is
the carnivalesque self-criticism of God. The
carnivalesque autocriticism as a superior critical
method, as a critical method to sacralize. In the
good and the tassel, without having to ask for
discounts to the divine. Good and to the tassel
are the colors. The divine are the colors. These are
my favorite colors. How do you feel in front of
my favorite colors? I feel like someone who infuses
convictions. I put hypotheses as one who infuses
convictions. They are inconsistent hypotheses to
fabricate inconsistent theories to fabricate the
truths I like. The truths I like can be summed up to
six, nine, and zero, these three numbers at the same
time, some like the others. The zero is much more
accessible because it is at the same time nothing
and a puzzle. Nine says that the new is the
unfinished, and that is a ship that serves to
convey theories. A theory is what will start with
the new. Or what will give birth to the new. The
six is sex, pandemic, without sublimation or
castration. This equality is more accessible than
any famous spell. Any famous spell leads to the
wonder that leads to detachment. The famous
babbling mmmmm ... We are all by detachment, say
the Buddhists and the Hindus to go ashrams to
hear silly things, while the service guru babbles
mmmmm ... already sings on the account ... everyone
can put me in court. Everyone can put me on the
internet like it's forever. Narcissism is
extraordinary on the internet, through each
one, documented and everything. I'm being
extraordinary in solitude. I break away from
myself in solitude and I do not quite know what's
left, maybe a kind of me-not with flies around. I
detach myself from Delalande who is an empty
dude and remix Delalande with emptiness. I
restructure my multiplicities to generate other
multiplicities. I like my multiplicities with sophistry.
I'm in a sophist to enjoy deception. Mute
personality to enjoy the mistakes as a viewer. I
notice that we are the same manifold to unfold
in similar patterns. The same multiplicity to
pretend in people, to pretend people. My masterpieces
are not my masterpieces, as they do not need me at
all. You crawl alone. They are done
automatically. Sometimes I give a little help, but all
this is obvious. They do not need to be mine nor
appropriated by opportunist writers or
occasional braggers. They are neither mine nor
appropriate, nor walk in a fame. Neither do they
enjoy anonymity, not only fame, nor do they
anonymize their toes in bald pseudonomies. They
are in nothing but zen affections. Reincarnate in
the affections, without being sentimental or
sliding towards the kitsch. Balls for the
sentimental werewolves! They reincarnate in a god
of affection, passenger, in a god of tassel, without
sacrifices or negotiations. The fundamentals of
mathematics fundamentals are baffling us.
Mathematics is fooling science and not fooling
science. A philosophy that is justified by
mathematics is eating soup by the ass. I do not
remember where the breeze came from when I was
born. There was a breeze when I was born there,
and it was high, and it was cool. The sedentary
lifestyle has the habit of sitting in a chair with a
table nearby. It is the sedentarism that fattens the
boss. Sedentariness is the art of gaining weight. It
is the art of gaining weight in stillness. Or the art
of slimming in the stillness to keep from getting
fatter. To lose weight to be able to gain weight.
Do jogging to be lean to hit. One can also lose
weight through asceticism. We are hungry, but we
do not realize that asceticism is many different
and dangerous things. It could be a business. It
can be sexual misery. It can also be a great, not
very quiet, to the sedentarism. It is still more
sedentary, but without work. Everything you try
to say when trying to say something that might
not even interest the boy jesus is perhaps the
imperfection to which you are entitled. Because
imperfection is perfecting the questions that bite,
and it also perfects the question that bites its
tail. The questions bite their tails like the being of
Parmenides and the black squares of the Malevitch,
and the straight black squares of the Ad
Reinhardt. Reinhardt thinks he already has all the
answers, and that the answers smoke pio in
Angkor, and that the Tao is a beautiful black
cover over what is not art. And what are the
campgrounds of Álvaro Lapa? Is a Lapa camper a fire
in a museum so you can walk around a lot? A fire
in a museum is the pompous balances of futurists
burning up in museums, which is foolish. Do I use
pompous balances? Do I use pompous language? I use
a language that fired the bodyguards, but it was
the bodyguards who said goodbye first.
19

The vedutas in Lisbon are not vedutas. In Lisbon

things are so bright that no one gives it. You
must have dark glasses to hide the light. I want
more dark glasses and I want more imperfections
that deceive. I want imperfections that deceive in a
book with evasions, in a book with evasions for
other forms of time. I exhibited misunderstandings
of time. I exhibited misunderstandings in trying to
perceive literature, yours and others. In trying to
perceive you and the literature I found myself in
what I missed. Not realizing it is an experience of
power. That's what gives me power thanks to you.
Is it in this self so-so that you perferes me?
Disappoint me how so-so? What do you do? I
disappoint myself as a comedy. I explore the
misunderstandings of a comedy. I explore the
maybees to steal maybees, to steal rigor from
rigor. Non-knowing is hard-spoken words. Non-
knowing is horny. The words redo you quickly.
Opportunities rebuild quickly. Opportunity is the
sense that is ready to be tested. It is the meaning of
miracles. The sigh of miracles degrades in devotion.
Sighing as punctuation is a lazy thing? The
world's lazy punctuation leaves much to be said
for. Names that settles the world. Names to ride
the look. Looks that are beauty supplements.
Immobility to round off beauty supplements.
Immobility that rolls from the top of its inertia.
Spicy attempts that roll and give in burlesque.
Tidy attempts of geometric desconsidations. Babies
without regard. Babies drooling philosophy. Babies
drooling over the report and flipping through a
lot of books. Tell him to leaf through many books
into one. An autobiography in a single syllogism.
An autobiography in footnotes to nothingness.
Show that footer there! Nothing shows the
genius! The genius of each is inalienable but is
alienated. Each one at the same time to live
separate lives. At the same time and in many ways
the influence comes in to haunt. Many ways of
influence impose themselves as non-transferable
loan. What to do with this non-transferable
loan? You are the guardian of a dubious yes. A
dubious yes that precepts and will stop at the
hospital. It precepts itself in absolute trust and
becomes mummified in it. The self serves as absolute
trust only for your self. It is used to make
collages that increase or decrease it. It is used to
make collages from fragments of interpretations.
Interpretations from crazy sounds. A crazy sound
can lead to the elegance of a writing. There is
elegance in the shaved writing. I sublimate
desubliminate. I left you the shaved egos. I
emphasized to desubliminate a civilization. I left
you in a hug on some corner. I noted this, this
unforgettable embrace, on a scraped footnote. Is a
scraped footer the image that does not help? The
lyrics suggest images. The images of the letters are
already a way of asking unequivocally.
Typography and calligraphy ask us things. I
confuse the way of asking with latent curiosity. I
confuse politics with polyptychs. A politician with
polyptychs does not smell of me. I clung to a
superlative to imitate something superlative. What
is superior imitates a poodle. The assertion of a
poodle is the assertion of a poodle, the prime
minister would say. I have a sequential appetite. I
feel more and more the newness accompanied by
serial forms. Are the series serious? Does the
sequential accelerate the novelty? Our patience
loses patience and finds remixes. Our remixes are
pandemic.
20

Our impatience is impertinent impatience, it is

impertinent in blending the mixture that is. It is
the condition that is ours. The condition of
parentheses in parentheses is the one after the one
after the incomplete one. Books that are
incomplete. Books that have subtleties of having
subtleties of buddhas to disqualify. All buddhas
are going to disorganize. All are sophists who are
sophists and ignore them. Thinkers who ignore
themselves. The thinker is someone who dismissed his
hunger. Writers like hunger. Writers have to
choose between anorexia and alcoholism. Or
share the two. I invented 99 calamities combined
with 99 calamities of rigorous examples. Alas, the
terror of rigorous examples! The terror of your
rhetoric overpowers your overpowered rhetoric
of shadows. The effort insinuates itself with
shadows. The effort is insinuated in this world
because of the babies. What can a pilgrimage to
art? Does he want a pilgrimage to art? He turns
language into a language for death and judges
death to be moments of ignorance. In moments of
ignorance all the laughter reappears. When
laughter reappears, differences in repetition arise.
What is the feeling of a false sense? Multiplicities in
false ways? Multiplicities of taste to ask for taste
and to ask for extras. We prefer extra numbers. We
prefer numbers that deform the deformations of
luck. Lines that turn into luck. Lines baking luck
to clothes, lines baking clothes with truths.
Possibilities arranged in truths. Possibilities that
disappoint. Sigh for those who disappoint. I sigh
for faith in animalization. Faith to facilitate
animalization.
21

I exercised in origins. I set out to date

multiplicities. I set out to date elegance. The meat is
elegance. Alleged meat to do good to the minds
of others. Sarcasm of other people's minds. Sarcasm
of suicide. They abort suicide. They abort writing
in the shade. Books mocking books that mock
Pierre Delalande on the cover. Delude right on the
cover. To deceive an invisible bypass. An
involuntary permanent superlative. In the
hairdresser the anguish is solved in permanent. In
the hairdresser's transformation seeks
transformation that seeks elegance. Flea of
sarcophagi, that elegance. Exposing
misunderstandings I continued with exponential
misunderstandings.
22

I'm Shakespeare in Burgundia. I'm at the bottom of

the suicide footer. The new suicides are digital
notes. The new manifestos are critical of the
manifestos and are critical of loans. Claims of
chronic loans. Gods of imperfection steal
imperfection and steal it. They state the repeat. It
said an inexperienced prolixity refuting itself. A
God refuting himself. A God for the posterity of
insomnia. Try to imitate insomnia. It tries to
imitate the disintegration of the disintegration
of Negation. Ventriloquist of Denial.
Ventriloquist of the non-transferable. Diffuse
exuberance of non-transferable. Diffuse
exuberance of submission. Museum of submission.
Museum of transcommunicating questions. They
had it for transcommunicating questions. They
had it as sacred among the loosers. A substituted
satori is infamous. Telepathy of the infamous.
Telepathy of affections polishing the romanesque.
Affects polishing romanesque editions. Plant the
satori in the editions. Plant the satori with
sophistry. He portrays sophists to take off their
satoris hat. When I speak of solitude, I break into
titles. By the desires I get myself in titles. Desires
accelerate calamities. Death accelerates calamities.
Death re-equalizes animalization.
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He exercised in the subliminal against sublimation.

Colors against sublimation. Bandaged colors in
the study? A knowledge that alienates. A non-
knowing that alienates. A non-knowing horny.
Hardy doubtful restaurant. Doubtful camping to
hover in personality. I ate heads with personality. I
ate tigers' heads. I ate them for the tigers' solitude.
Through solitude I break away from the dream
and break away from the dream of power.
Understanding power is fatal. Understanding
makes the guillotines sharper. The sharpest have
stepdaughters. The best publicity is to smile again
at the people. Smile a new smile. I edited the
irregularity. I have edited the irregularity of ideas
as autonomous ideas of the world's
autobiography. The world is written. I recycle the
autobiography of the world. I am my favorite
inequality. The preferred inequality was
reinvented. Preferred deferred. It was reinvented
thanks to the dedomestication. He felt the
condiments of the world thanks to the
dedomestication. He felt our history to history.
In the guts thing is solved. Words like to revolve
but they do not solve. Are God's words any God
playing some game? Did you exercise in this game? He
exercised revolutionary lucidity. I married the
revolutionary lucidity. I married an apparatus. My
genetic apparatus makes me desirable, they say. A
genetic masterpiece. A masterpiece at the expense of
others' failures. Excessive make-up of others'
failures. Excessive make-up of attention. Maybe it's
attention. Maybe you're parking in suburban parks,
cool theories. I want to have theory parks at my
disposal. The personality of A is being pumped by the
personality of B in the form of geometries, in the
form of larger geometries. Success improves the
greatest. Success improves with Doxa. I am gleaning
the trash of history. I am gleaning from the
tragedies of history something that is neither
pain nor heroism nor habits but recurrent high
senses. I respond in history what differs in
recurrences. I keep my story in a tiny museum. Does
the mockery of the story fit into a tiny museum? Is
the debauchery of modernity a possession?
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Books that are a possession? Books leaning on the

striptease of pseudonomy. I am the pseudonomy to
get rid of the authorship. I'm a comedy to reverse
a comedy that explores certain subjects.
Hypotheses that explore economically subjects.
Hypotheses that are blackmails about blackmail
about the facts. Future rules have an appointment
marked with emptiness. The heteronomies of God
generate the questions that generate the
questions that lead to wealth. Is hell rich? Hell is
the order of God's order. Heaven is a God. Paradise
is a poly-atheist intermezzo. 99 feelings for a poly-
atheist intermezzo. 99 feelings looking for more
subsidies. Syrups for more subsidies. Syrups of non-
meditations that free themselves from having to
break free. It reorders the need to break free.
Reorder space in a space above a footer. Arrange
transcomunication as a footer. Arrange
transcomunicates art by the art of insult. The
transformation by insult. The transformation of
self-consciousness flows into the self-
consciousness that flows into multiplicities. If we
ask can we fall into multiplicities? If we ask
generalities it is because there are generalities in
the questions, although we do not know if there
are in things. If we ask generalities it is because we
believe in ubiquity. Do we really believe in ubiquity?
I find it very difficult. A sublime in love with you. A
sublime lover of facts. A God of facts. God reaches
satori in an involuntary novel. Exuberance in an
involuntary novel. Exuberance of successive
approximations. From successive libertarian
approaches. The world reconciles God with the
worship of God for gold. A strict prostitution
sits in the rigor of writing. Essence is made in
writing. Then you dismiss the rigor. Do you make
mayonnaise of essence with the oil of immanence?
25

It was undone with immanence. He disintegrated

from harmony to make abysses. Having to
manufacture abysses, but what a bore! Have a
satori even faster ... and faster ... and then? Can I
describe it as an autobiography later? To describe
it as autobiography is to sow misunderstandings.
There was a liberation in which it was recognized
in order to sow misunderstandings. A work of art
that excites the exciting hierarchies of Negation.
Complexities replaced in Denial. Substituted
complexities that realize the Void. Perform the
Void with Dionysiac tics. Very cool romanesco
dynamite. Romanesque dynamite to polish the
inaccurate. In the confusion I try to improve the
inaccurate. In the confusion of the tiger is the
king's game. Persistent, the elephant enters the
game. Persistent because impossible. Expressions that
are so impossible. Expressions that masturbate
symbols. Try things that masturbate symbols. Try
words that demoralize. Words that demoralize
other words. Theories of carnival to carnival.
Theories of carnival to have maps. To have maps
with streamers. We are like the world sinking. We
are very lonely and very lonely with everyone.
Preservation gives us the sense that we are all, but
we are only a few. Preservation is the way of
keeping the game updated. The updated game is old.
Invisibility frees to some visibility. Invisibility
releases Denial. Ways of Denial. Mummified ways in
mummified questions. Questions in the form of
numbers. The geometry to plait numbers. Geometry
better replaces prayer. The geometric logic of
prayer. Does logic transcommunicate sexual
forces? Does the past transcommunicate sexual
forces? The past is the furniture that protects
from the emptiness of the present. The present is an
uninhabited house. The uprooting of mathematics
is shown as empty. The uprooting of mathematics
leads to decomposition. Does it lead to decay or
to perfection? Or two? A poem is the image of an
unforgettable landscape in which we have not
yet walked. Any sensation is part of this
unforgettable landscape. Any sensation grows fat
in the perferences. The fattening in the perferences
makes us heavier and more immobile. Doxa is a
feeling that brings about certain emotions. There
are those who say that it is a feeling that makes
beauty impossible. I'm a plagiarist of impossible
beauty. I'm a plagiarist with undetermined content.
26

It was exercised in indeterminate contents. He

practiced transcribing autobiographies of babies.
Almost monosyllabic. I used baby answers.
Grumbling, murmurs. He used answers by disguising
them from naughty darkness, disguising them from
dark opportunities. Mathematics was left over
from opportunities. Mathematics was left to him
to perfect the classics. Perfecting the classics is
losing its itch. You have to repeat the striptease,
he said. Repeat the striptease of the important
adjectives. Of the important adjectives long before.
Steal subtleties to setbacks. Laugh out loud.
Variety in the live the laughter. The variety of
themes is due to combining themes with the
indeterminate. The museums serve to accumulate
standards, varieties and exceptions. I exhibited in a
capitulation museum. The illusion of capitulations.
Illusion returns to attention. We deserve a
museum of unforgettable imperfections. Ask
yourself the unforgettable ones. It is asked in the
baptism: the water is really the baptism: the water is
God? Is God exercising on the waters? Was it
exercised in divine notes to the divine intertext?
Notes to be holy. Notes to be holy to yourself. Or
not to be holy to you. Or me? Has the
documentation tripled in me? Documentation was
triplicated forging footnotes. Arrange themes
forging footnotes. Arrange divine worlds in the
divine worlds abyssed in the darkness. It was the
dark darkness. He enunciated the dozen as
criticism of the dozen and as criticism of the
dozen. Deceptions from the dozen. Ravens of the
decade. Successive deceptions as a work to give
than to speak. Successive disappointments as a
work of art. Advancement of art by other things.
Progress from the inaccurate to the inaccurate
to the multiple, as a multiple, as an infamy. A
miraculous infamy.
27

Abbreviations of miracles. A rigor (dressed) relative

of glory. Buddhas of glory. Buddhas to unmask
liberation. He used to mislead liberation. He used
facts. I'm good at getting rid of facts. I'm good at
dating failures. I used to date flops. He used virtue
enunciating virtue and enunciating inexperience.
Furniture of inexperience. Furniture of
detachment. Remake love in detachment. Redo
revolutionary love with revolutionary opinions
or with maternal opinions of debauchery. I was
able to seduce women per instants. I like cool
things. I like microparticles to clean
microparticles to clean the satori. The important
thing is not satori. The important thing is not to
write, but to know how to write, and how to
decapitate knowledge, and decapitate styles. The
appearance of the styles eludes them. The
appearance of certain numbers demoralizes us.
Certain numbers demoralize us. I installed a will in
another will that I thought was important. The
monkey’s tail undoes the important. The tail
undoes the anonymity. The tail stays out, even
with pants on.
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I was looking for anonymity. I was looking for

him with a leading role. Did he seek the
extraordinary only in the extraordinary or
only in the snapshot? Did I dress as a snapshot? I
made hypotheses of non-meditation in Japan.
Assumptions in Japan. I edited the Doxa to
rehabilitate Paradox. I edited the Doxa through
the rumor. Through the rumor to be tuned.
Memories in false memories in games of
totalitarianism. I've been lost in games of
totalitarianism. I was stealing fame that stole
untransferable fame. Did I expound God? I live
among nontransferable languages. It's a Greek
crisis. It is a crisis that does not stop at being. Do I
live the calamities of the calamity of origin
without origin? Future words from an origin to
be found? Future words ruminate my
heterobiography. The report goes through my
heterobiography. The report begins to leaf
through the sacred without the sacred without
becoming a god. What is the reason that leads a
god to be a god? A function? A destiny? A slob? A
force? What is the form of animalization? Does
self-criticism reinvent animalization? Does self-
criticism reinvent the terror of sacrifices? Why
praise the terror of sacrifice? Is it good to market
already? Is talking about me (from Me) already
marketing? I walk in a queue for improvements?
Does life go on because of the improvements? The
inner life was inside the wardrobe, close to
anonymity. The guerrilla of the anonymity
against the prestigious ones of the authorship?
The guerrilla as metaphysics? The Hunger as
metaphysics? The Hunger for polysemy. I want more
polysemy. " I want more indiscipline without
unraveling the method. Denial is an old method.
Denial is a species that is perfected in a non-
existent space. This space is theory. This space is the
interiorization of the sacrifice that is perfected
as something like the Void. Nomadism is de-
vegetarianization. Nomadism is the predation of
new spaces. Get out to hunt. He leaves to find prey.
Nomadism is cruel. There is a demiurgy that is done
by punctuation. Questions that punctuate
punctuation. Questions that veer the truth.
Tautology of truth. Gossip in shirt sleeves under
the cover of anonymity. What color is the cover
of anonymity? A relationship of a relationship
that prepares a dissemination. Rhythm that
prepares the dissemination. Involuntary animal
roaring on green. Involuntary animal roaring in
notes to notes to style? Want a style remark? Do I
want a masterpiece in the shadow of a masterpiece
in the shadow of mediocrity? Do I chew on
mediocrity? I masquerade as cases passing through
cases passing by symbols to iron. I am imperfect
because of the symbols. Am I imperfect thanks to
the insomnia of Tao or thanks to my insomnia
and complexity? Do I sit in complexity? I sit in the
elision of God's elision so that in the place of God
the world may appear. Appear, O world! I wrote to
refute it quickly and well. I preferred quickly and
well. We prefer self-consciences that assume self-
consciousness that takes over your world. Your
world is a personal matter for everyone. I would
like to offer a climate that favors pluriverses.
Does Being propitiate pluriverses? Being in a rotten
yes. I confuse the yes with something rotten. I
confuse the heteronomies of the profane with the
heteronomies of the sacred. Maybe you're masking
the sacred. Maybe you're masquerading me as a
defiler. Beast of involuntary academisms. Beast of
classic involuntary. Become the classic
enthusiasts. Make yourself the immodest
enthusiasms. A complexity that is nourished by
calamities. I made a calamity of slaughtered mash. I
made the world my indiscipline. I'm in others. My
indiscipline is to be in others. What is the flower of
libertarians? Are there 99 libertarian flowers?
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99 parables to disguise parables to conceal states

of grace. Do you want states of grace? Do you
want subsidies to get more subsidies or to improve
the abyss? Is there a new abyss again? Will there be
the new without us? And appetite without selves?
The appetite for the world is acquired by the
world, acquired in the quotations. I'll get
another purpose in the quotes. Another godsoned
purpose of questions — a goddaughter of
indiscreet questions. Parking modes in empty
parking modes. To authorize the void in the void.
The remix of anonymity with inter-autorship and
authorship of others. The remix of anonymity
discloses the interstitial consciousness to
believers to come. What is that interstice? What is
the epitaph of interrogation? What adjectives do
they ask? Adjectives make years. Religion has been
going on for years. The religion of melancholy
serves the melancholy and serves the Faith. The
best Faith is the Faith in Me. In our Self. Our
condition has thus become the condition of
overpopulating the overpopulated void with
empty deserts. Love the emptiness with more
emptiness. The other fashion stabbed another
fashion that stabbed perfection. Any perfection
has flaws and flaws. Any question with a Later
serves for the After being very happy, and serves to
get rid of the After. Senses getting out of the way.
Sense to induce memories, to induce crazy things
in the sleeves. Perfect publicity must not be given
credit or graces. Perfect advertising is called
worship. We'll go there and call it worship. We're
going to be just like Grace catching drunks with
Doxa. We will go with Doxa to desubliminate the
fields, to desubliminate by the domestic ones of the
questions. What are homegrown issues? Ask Alvaro
Lapa! He is dead! Ask anyone who knows! Grace is a
consequence of animalization and lightness. He
worked in animalization but not in brutality. He
exercised himself so, not knowing very well what
it was. He hunted others with stuffed dogs. He
hunted others' happiness to decorate the work.
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Exuberance to be exaggerated in the work.

Exuberance to exaggerate the multiple. 99 is a
good multiple. 99 lies as hypotheses of lies as
hypotheses to document. Carnival ideas to
document. Carnival ideas surround us opulent.
The cargressor surrounds us with opulent things.
The rushing to mingle with rumor is called the
Annunciation. The Annunciation gives good old
paintings. Alongside the other autobiographies of
Delalande, this monologues condenses the
Delalande, repeats it, deflects it, redoubles it, or is
again the same in the same, continued in the
identical by someone identical, by someone trying
to build itself between chance and repetition and
to undo itself in renewals. I do not know if I am
projective through the activity of projecting a
possibility of experience and attitude condensed,
or expanded, in a writing that has something
crude. It's a repeat of something like theories. It is a
reiterated pseudo-anti-projectivity with this
pretentiousness that people do not like. I also do
myself from the inside out, with goose pimples.
Should we sublimate the pseudo-anti-projectivity
into literature when we do not have the
slightest idea if it lends itself? Should we sublimate
what we do not know? Do we fit into the books
we do not know? Books scatter me and unlearn
me. Scatter me and unlearn the language. It's like a
sedative, that of language. It is the sedative of
confession as a plot. Confession as a plot to
conspire against the processes of self-
identification. It is suicide as a supplement to
multiplying fictional suicides. I am a supplement to
multiplying divergent convictions. The divergent
convictions undo them in part but it always feels
that there is a nucleus that reorganizes
everything, very sensitive. To undo the stupid
propensities there is sex that is something that
fonds in a direct way. Yes, sex fondles, even if it
seems equivocal, that, which goes directly to the
body, with or without perliminaries. What is
perliminary perfects a coming. The perliminary does
not perfect an origin without philosophies. A
non-origin without philosophies or cosmogonies
is more honest than justification for being here
with tricky or unique causes. I am a homeless and a
cosmopolitan. I distrust the big bang and
astrophysics in the same way I suspect of demiurgy
or publicity. I am a homeless man with too many
origins in perfecting what follows him. I am a type
with too many obscure origins to perfect the
diaspora, differing by diaspora, differing little by
little from any perfection. I find myself in the
imperfection that corrects perfection. I disagree
with the imperfection of a specific style and find
myself in particular in the autobiographies. I
correct myself in the autobiographies that
heteronomize me. I scrap the tricks that
heteronomise me. I scrap the maybees so maybe
they'll talk about you. I want them to talk about
you because they focus my attention. Let me see
your details. I do not know if you are the sum of
your details or if you are a whole thing. The art
of looking needs details. The art of slow looking
should replace arguments that are usually filled
with goofy assumptions. Being slow should
replace rapacious rules. The preposterous rules of
logic make them predatory and argumentative.
There is an excitement about it. There is an
intolerance too. We are the victims of this desire
to prey, to kidnap, to want to impose something
that we do not realize. I do not say non-logic,
but I feel this weird thing. I do not say no until
you ask me things. I like to ask, to argue and to
give in. Sometimes it's too late to give away but I
do it anyway. The mirror makes me visible, as well as
the one who takes a plunge. The mirror makes me
my instant masterpiece, just like all those
masterpieces that others are when they see
themselves in the mirror. My masterpiece is when I
close my eyes. I mumble in the interval when I am
with my eyes closed. I re-mingle in the interval of
false deceptions. The false disappointments go to a
sigh, dammit! And I get less artificial and more
naked, it's like a striptease in a sigh, and you see
tiredness and frailties. It's like an instant striptease
that blinds you with its evidence. I look away
from the snapshot. I divert the look and thought
of whatever it is. I push thought away from any
unity. Facing unity, perfection is like an alter-ego.
Is perfection mummifying the alter-ego? I want to
mummify mathematics. Perfection is something
more frightening than any unknown God who
abyss into questions about himself. When God's
questions are crushed they come with astonishing
metaphors. When the questions go out, do we get
shaken in serene obscurity? Are we in serene
obscurity? Are we appetizers for cannibals? We are
appetizers of a coming cannibalism that
civilization has been postponing, but that will
come when there is not much more to eat? It is in
anticipation of a coming cannibalism that I am
disciplining in the edition of the most recent news.
In this edition I redo the notes, I redo the redo
notes. Multipleness consists in adding more and
more details to things redone. Multipleness
consists in restoring the rigor of imperfection in
the flow of indeterminacy. Above the pretended
perfection, for which he was and was not
devoted, he wrote too many autobiographies
that were mentally undone. It was an
autobiographical shipwreck of non-experiences.
Was it against perfection that he wrote too many
autobiographies? He was going through the
things that were going on. He wanted to go
through an anonymous fake, preferably with a
skate. He became famous by enhancing his
anonymity by giving him a dry, direct style, such
as a punch at the table or a boxing punch, to use
everyday comparisons. He became famous by
improving ascesis. Gladly, I despaired of ascesis.
Gloriously, I was unwilling to recognize myself or
recognize myself in the style that is under the
style that is underneath the dresses. Too many
masks for such a weak personality. Dresses too
long for reduced masks. Behind a beard we can be
more hideous. I hide in no beard, through
barbarism. Being indirect prolongs pleasure. The
pleasure of mathematics is also a pleasure for the
body to use and think mathematics, and to
mathematize itself in sensations of mathematics,
because mathematics is also a sensation that
inhabits the flesh. Mathematics is the disguise of
concrete feelings of emptiness because it seems a
strict and solid thing that we can trust. My
readings about emptiness leave me more confused
than before because emptiness is a word with many
ramifications and full of morning. My readings
strip me of possessions. I get more empty!
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Certain museums are confused with businesses that

mix with my autobiographies. My autobiographies
are in tune with the details of other nebulous
autobiographies. With too many
contraindications I went myself. With too many
contraindications I went the anti-style? Lathe fun
the anti-styles? How am I making my misfortunes
fun? Am I the reverse of my misfortunes? Am I the
Spanish emigrant with a French accent and afraid
to return to his arid land and with olive trees?
Does anyone collect La Mancha landscapes? Does
anyone collect the time I spend in my life? Shoot
the life shirts? I throw the shirts to feel the
paradise. They imposed on me a paradisiacal fame.
They imposed a fame on me to satisfy idle curiosity.
The curiosity of a feline devours libraries. Is the
library feline? When will books be the books we
knew how to put off writing? Is there a wisdom in
knowing how to postpone writing? The phrases
leave us every time they make sense of it. The
sentences abandon us more and more quickly.
Hurry up and say goodbye. Divorce has been my
most secret work of art. My divorce spreads the
divorces of others, like works of art. Lose
requests, spend tastes. Lose requests and spend likes.
Prepare the details of the details of the
postponements. I live according to the
postponements. I live according to the
geographies of forgotten and defeated countries.
The thought of inconsistency thinking gives more
consistency to thought? Did I have to shoot the
thought? I had to exile myself from mathematics
to become sensitive, like a chameleon to condense
the airs of things. I give the appearance of the
appearances of geometry, the occult of
appearances, the geometry of the occult, the
expositions of the pigs of phenomena. I look for
exhibitions to inspire myself and try to keep quiet. I
lose myself when I find myself. When I shut up I lose
myself to find myself. The rush of the public
hastens the obscuration. The public enhances my
art of disappearing. I vomited a lot of art to
disappear. I threw up reproductions of works.
Reproductions of reproductions of famous works
of art. Famous works of art release my
intimidating laughter. I apply myself in my
laughter. My giggles intimidate me. I apply myself to
questions that clash with questions that dispel
emptiness. I publicize myself to undo the emptiness. I
publicize myself by dispersing myself. The
resemblance cancels me out. Similarity nullifies
analogies. The use of analogies is a whim of the
verb to be. The analogies of liberation are cynical.
For dessert I ask for cynical frazes. For dessert I
always ask for a baannality that is always a
bananality.
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We are all shadows, sucker! We are all experts in

the art of being experts in the art of non-survival.
Not surviving can not stand it. You are stuck in
the vanity of disappearing from the vanity of the
disappearance of the authorship ... The pride of
merging pride with anonymity ... The comedy quits
to parody quaint comedies and to avail of the
interrater ... Secrets that exist to grease the ...
Secrets that exist to disguise deceitful facts. The
disguising of deceitful facts grows fat. Chance is
the grammar of regularity failing. From the divine
point of view this world (which is divine) is an
utopia, but a fascinating utopia that works. It's
fascinating to work, though ... If you do not
know where you are try to know it even if it's the
groping. We're all here. I'm here in this place and I'm
trying to figure out what the hell is this. Also,
out of caution, I dream all the ways to get out
of there. Have an exit from here? And? Have a view
on the view on the situation. See the modes of the
situation. Take off the robe and leave it on the
floor? There are less conventional ways, says the
neighbor. It reveals these less conventional ways.
Reveal these problems often in the pharmacy queue.
There are problems there that we did not know.
"Here" is what we did not know for now. "Here" is
the place where I am and the place where I will
never be again. Is not God just by being here? God is
not in detail, but absolves and absorbs the details.
The essence of detail, only in the butcher's shop!
The detail is a shortcut in the butchery of God so
that the Meat of his is ressurection. The tale is in
the discounts of the account. Write account
discounts. Writing is illusion with elision. If you
still insist on elision it is because you want to
disappear into it. If you continue to insist on
chance, you will have the nerve to take too much
order. I can handle too much order, but not for
long. I do not know how to use my imagination.
My imagination is not used without having
erections. Bluffing is not having erections. Certain
things console us of other things that comfort
us from the absence of nature. The nature of
absence makes presence. The world is the abortion
of a dream that persists with dreams within. This
world is the abortion of the most perfect dream.
The perfect spices of passion. Spices are the
imagination through food. I return through
food to the conscience of cruelty. Rather a liar
than a ruler! Only a ruler is a liar. I only say what
I say, and I do not know if I say what I do not see.
If I do not see, can I say so? If I see him, I do not see
him, nor do I mean him. In the end, signification is a
process that was already in progress before seeing.
In the end, (the great "end") the word will not end
over us. Nor will our words remain, nor will we
have access to our posterization. Not even our
silence remains. Only the silence and the cries of
the living. Only the confusion of this feeling of
remaining and not knowing how long we will
last. This is a confusion that mingles with echoes
very far from the ones that are already over. I
can see very distant echoes in passing clouds.
Other things turn out to be different, echoing
things. So let's go watch TV. I just stare at the TV
to fool myself a bit. Sometimes I need to. I just look
at things to get lost, to dissolve streams of
consciousness into the consciousness of
consciousness. "What you see is what you see," he
said. Frank says, what do you see? I'm talking about
Frank Stella. Can you see anything, Stella? But
what I see is not what I see (nor what I saw) nor
what you see. What you see is this literality of
forms plus the mad echoes that your
consciousness starts to vibrate. Love comes
through emails. It's a quick way to get your
affections through emails. Each view has its
narrow or wide views. Every point of view has its
periodic opportunities to find and lose. I have
almost periodic opportunities. Opportunities
almost always lost. It is so annoying to lose them.
There are certain opportunities that we have to
invent, which are not even given by nature or by
circumstances. It's so weird to have lots of
opportunities to invent yet. It is weird to have
lots of people who think they have not got a
glimpse of originality or imagination. Reality is an
illusion that can not be grasped only with
common sense. Common sense with good salsa is
best.
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Perception has become an ingrained voracity,

which in turn has become a work of art par
excellence. Art par excellence is what matters. Art
without excellence is a mistake of nature, artists
and art. Art is surprised by the arrogance of
reality. The arrogance of reality pleads and
waters. Fiction makes the unlimited darkness enter.
As for unlimited darkness we are even. The more we
unveil it, the more obscure we become. The world is
the world because it is the garbage of the
imagination. Every junk in the imagination is
precious. Each object combines with other bodies
and objects for many more uses than the common
ones. But what are the common uses? Is not it a
waste of time to use them all? The meaning of all
the senses of objects is not a sense, but an
immersion in a climate. The sense of a work of art is
to become art, it is to become more of a cliché. A
cliché that is not over, but takes up more space
than it should occupy. Chance disturbs all that
chance has messed up before, and yet has settled
more neatly. Possibility upsets stillness. Is this the
possibility of all the disorders? Is Geometry the
Denial of Disorders? Geometry is the rival of God's
rival. The words are God but someone has to say
them. Words are your revivalism. We, as we speak, are
our revivalism. We do not want forms, we do not
want to form, we want only fictions. Or the way
to get away from fiction. The form follows me.
The function follows you. Do not follow me. The
function follows us. Can’t you see it? And the lion,
can’t you see? Lion in the home, romance to read,
romance to burst.
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The form is where you begin to break. Shape is

where you have lost the content. Why did you
lose the content? The disharmony between the
disharmony of thought and reality is a
consequence of the accuracy of grammar. Is the
mind the grammar? The mind is my state to debut
the spirit. The mind destroys the spirit. The mind is
the nude range of spirit. O is the range. The is
without is of the range. The range is the means.
"The medium is the message." The message to abolish
messages. The message sucks. I lost a trick. I lost my
way? An artist holding hands with a skein? An
artist writes: "The first word of an artist is
against an artist who is against artists."
Therefore, my first is a word against the first
words that are words that are against the
artists. Cons of artists are needed. The limits of the
limits of my language are just more language, they
are just the limits of the limits of my language. My
language is like the world but it is not the world.
The world is not the world, it is not a game
played by the whims of words or fools. I prefer
words that serve to relate but are not things
and do not want to replace things. I prefer the
secret propaganda to the false intimacy of the
public. The privacy of the public was expropriated.
Poetry loves to mix with poetry and loves to mix
with advertising. Is chaos better by itself, without
design? What design? Design is friend to enemies of
complexity. The enemy of complexity picks his teeth.
Architecture, more than design, more than what
remains, must be remainder, must be considered
three-dimensional garbage. A house is a dwelling
machine that fucks you for nothing. A car also
fucks you. A car is a horse with armor in which
one lives. Do you live for or against life?
Autobilism is war without being aware of it.
Simplicity is obscenity in disguise, freedom from
obscenity in disguise. Freedom of expression leads
to expression pissing in a flowerbed. Freedom
almost always leads to the expression of
irrelevance. Create expressions of irrelevance? Why
not?
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Creating is the art of manipulating clichés. Get rid

of clichés. Get rid of the design! And shit on the
design! And shit in business by business for a while!
Stick to the quality of the times! Quality is the
best philosophy. Rhythm is the second best
philosophy. Losing time is perfect philosophy. Losing
time is my capital, my temporary capital, and I'm
losing it. No good but losing it. No good holds.
Nothing stands eternally in its suspension. There is
no wealth without life. A wealth has found a life.
A politician who is not political and does not
cheat is a cheated who is a bad politician. The
phrases of the bad politician smash into permanent
stupidity. Serious phrases are not serious. The heart
falls on serious things. The heart of the mirror is
spleen. The future is stupid. The future is running
farther and farther back! The more we despise the
more we walk backwards! The more we despise
ornament, the more we have "culture" and
aesthetics. We must blame the term 'culture'. Should
we blame the least, or the least, or should we bless
blessing the most? Ornament is nature as
repetition? Ornament is the heart of reflection.
Misinterpretations of misinterpretations in
reflection. Misinterpretations of misinterpreted
misinterpretations. I prefer a visit of
misinterpreting questions. I prefer a view with a
magnificent view. I can not help imagining
magnificent things. I can not imagine an allegory
without lingerie. Put on my lingerie, allegory. Put
on my soul, hurry! Neophyte, there is no soul! Keep
going fast! There is no unambiguous accuracy.
Accuracy is ambiguities. Things are in the shadow
of man's measure. The music of man is the measure
of almost all things. Music is the pleasure of
repeated noise. Repeated noise is a pattern that
becomes an environment where we get used to live.
If you can not drive two cars at the same time
then you cannot be a politician. Styling is
stealing politically through the design. Styling is
badly stealing what could be given well. Proverbs
are evil when misused. Proverbs are based on
experiences that were based on wrong experiences.
To make art is to get right in the wrong things.
To make art is to steal the robbery of others
again. It consists of always offering the robberies
of others to third parties. It consists of copying
copies of copies of copies of copies of some
contingencies. The painting gives in unforeseen.
The painting gives an account of the physicality
of our imagination and tells the physicality of
our bodies. Art comes out of our bodies.
Photography elides the meat offering certain
details. Art is meat. Art is what you can throw
out of your means. Art is of the means, it is a
mediation of media meanders. Art is sensibility
deformed by style to wink at the canon. Art, like
style, does not quite compensate. Art, like
immorality, consists in unfolding your memo.
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Humor is a memo. Humor is the least formal and

subtle form of authority. A subtle dose of
naughty authority is a remedy against over-
authority. A joke is the education of retarded
emotions. To follow the ladder of laughter
account for things delayed. To follow the
happiness you have to stop blaming yourself for it.
Philosophy consists of this - to get rid of guilt as
one who falls into happiness. Sorry Felix.
Philosophy consists of extravagantly rewriting
things that refuse to be narratives. Philosophy
strives to rewrite extravagantly some old notes.
Saturnian insolence of some grey notes. Educated
insolence is a deepening. Formerly educated in
deepening than to sink into stupidity. Before you
buy, eat with these eyes - it's free! I am for myself
completely free! Sometimes I'm free for others. I'd
rather buy dragged by a demon with good taste,
than think of thinking of buying full of remorse!
Hurry, before you lose your fortune in any other
stupidity! You're buying to be fast! If you can not
prove it, try doing it for yourself, and make it
better, even if you do not know it! Ugly things
improve the beautiful ones! Ugly things can even be
more interesting and sexy and effective if you
accept their potentialities. But they're still ugly!
Beauty can be a surprising array of ugly things!
Beauty is happiness, even if you reject it and fight
against it. Is happiness happy? Or it is an intuition
of something that is more than a promise, as Henri
Beyle (or not) said. Happiness is beauty after dessert.
Kiss my ass. Or kiss my ass and call me Tiresias! The
sublime calls me Tiresias! Is the sublime in art
inferior to the sublime of what we have agreed to
be nature? The sublime in art is the door of the
sublime of nature. At a certain point there is no
difference between the sublime of art and that of
nature because nature and art are the same thing,
even when you ignore it. I want more beauty to
drool nature! More beauty in the art to chew the
beauty in nature! Beauty is illusion. Beauty is the
horn of illusion. If you kill the illusion goes the
beauty and the horny! Beauty is beauty with
heifer's tail! Beauty is a farce with a happy ending
to scratch the nose. Or a happiness to unfinalize.
Beauty is the congregation of superficialities. For
congregation of superficialities it is nothing
ecumenical. To have ideas of their own, just edit
(or harvest) the ideas that are generated around
them.
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Sex with ideas around. Ideas with an accent to

accentuate them more. Sex can also be an
intellectual breakthrough. An intellectual
breakthrough ... for what? Before ... for what?
Before you start talking, wash your lines, wash
your mind with your mind, but with little things!
They say you're off! Conduct can not reveal a
soul devoid of secrets. Screw you and save
yourself! He drinks secrets from the rocks. Scatter
them and save them! Drinking is whirling in the
head over and over. Exuberance is something else
that is indispensable. Exuberance is a joy that
cheers you for a long time! Or a long sandwich!
Style with style is the best lie of thought. There is
no style without the curves of thought. Fashion
is the best counterfeit you can fake so you can
buy it later. Status is something you want to get
rid of. Status is something I do not intend, that I
do not even intend to have ... although I do! Art
without dilettantism caught me, but I managed to
escape afterwards! Art without dilettantism is a
waste of time and lots of irrelevant music.
Photography is just a skill to focus and press the
button. Photography is a way of saying what you
can not say, what you do not feel about what
you would like to feel and what you do not see
in front of you. Nothing is more annoying than a
boring talking about nothing. Never talk about
anything. Never wait for anything special, but
continue to wait. Do not expect anything out of
you, even if it comes around. Of course, you were
wrong! The shadow of time is the light of the time
filtered by the abat-jour of history. Catholics had
their time and ate many tapas. Catholics conceive
God as a ménage à trois forever. They are the three
musketeers of the most holy trinity. To be a
painter you have to be very careful to surf the
waves of color. Surf the color my crazy trickster,
otherwise you still drown! You drown yourself
in ideas that do not guarantee profit. Loose ideas
do not guarantee responsibility. Art as art
returned after art went to make curves, returned
after art as idea as idea. The most common idea
can make a sparkle thanks to a simple touch. It's
the special touch! That's what the decorator
mouthpieces say! Decorate what you will never
forget. Those who have not learned are doomed
to be the parrots of the fashionable parrots. The
past of fashion is the future of fashionable
recycling. The past is the pasture where creativity
grows. Sometimes this pasture is just weeds. What
everyone knows I ignore. What I know is ignored
by almost everyone. Anything is the mother of the
mother of whatever it is.
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A fancy job in these times is rehabilitating the

refugees by turning them into exiles. The possibility
of true exile is becoming an impossibility with
global democratization. In cities the skyline was
exiled. Our horizons expand exile. They expand exile
from the bathtub. When it's hot in the summer, you
feel like being in a cold bath. When in the summer
the birds start to chat we are left to reflect, even
if disturbed by the noise. I do not know how to
reflect on the people because I do not know how
to generalize, but I feel an energy coming from the
people in my sometimes elitist reflections. Night
kills the inner gardener? Does the inner gardener
insinuate ideas of war? The industrialization of
thought uprooted metaphors. Metaphors without
roots lead us to metaphorical guerrillas. For
Diogenes, exile is citizenship. I distrust citizenship as
if it were a mere conformism to rules we do not
need for anything. Citizenship and political
participation are regulations of conflicts
resulting from the expansionism of certain
citizens. It is the Here that exiles us in the Now.
Neither the Here nor the Now are exiles, but on
the contrary, they are the ones that un-exile. The
Odyssey shows that adventure is always an exile.
Calypso is the exile in sex. Death is a circumference
where there is no exile, because it is the land of the
dead that cooks and establishes the homelands.
The homeland is the celebration of burials in it.
Circular behaviors exile. Nomadic behaviors make
the motherland disappear and the feeling of exile.
Exile is the nostalgia of childhood disguised as
political misery. There are countries where
everyone feels exiled. The swallows make
Pythagorean nests. Is the Beyond owned by the
Pythagoreans and the Christians? The Beyond is
the autumn where Eden was exiled. The autumn
that walks to Eden is winter. Autumn in exile does
not prepare spring. The word Autumn gives me the
feeling of Return. It seems that the soul is a
circumference that is alien to the squares of the
politician. The politicization proceeds by squares,
expropriations and appropriations of land. The
people are a sexual drive that comes from the
earth. The despotism of the people is a sexual
counter-drive. A revolution, no matter how
prestigious, is usually an act of general vandalism,
with the most cowardly acts of mixing. Who does
justice to the innocent victims of revolutions?
Despotism is the exile of the population. In this
exile the population is the spectator of its own
misfortune. Vulgar people emigrate, do not go
into exile. Those who can exile themselves are the
fallen elites in disgrace. Those who can endure
exile recall a false Eden. There are those who fill
the earth with statues. Who is not exiled in the
call day by day? Does philosophy postpone the
confrontation with the singularity of each
moment? Philosophy is a self-imposed life through
abstractions. We have paid self-taxes to life. We
have to flee the world to be exiled again. We are
with us not to be exiled. We find ourselves in the
recesses of abandonment and despair with others
who feel exiled and feel a strange affection. We
garden to compensate for the exile, to try to
have the feeling that we belong to the people and
to the earth. What is wild? That is what is left
over from nomadism and that invades the garden.
Gardening can also integrate the wild. Can those
who close themselves in gardening be wild? Pines of
exile without gardening. Apples and apples of exile
chirp over the holidays. The holidays are already
being exiled.
39

Greece went into exile in Greece. It has been exiled

from thought to be a myth of thought and to be
falsely rethought. Moist days falsely rethought.
Wet days rehabilitate the forests. Empedokles
rehabilitates forests. Empedokles became a statue
that became another statue that was exiled in a
volcano. Cypress trees throw a dog on the
volcano. The cypresses sexualizes the exile of the
gods and sexualizes the exile of the dead. The
clouds of the dead caress their exile in the beaks
of the cypresses and the beaks of sinister
prostitutes' breasts. Clouds cannot restore exiled
images. The exiled images return in the autumn
winds. Despotism leaves marks. Despotism leaves
traces of exile. In exiles the gods are the statues.
The oracle is welcomed by the statues. The oracle
is a way to make fate with screams that the earth
breathes in certain bodies. It's a way to make fate
come out of exile. It is a way out of exile and
provoking a new exile to the revealed. Apollo is
who is revealed. Apollo takes advantage of his
exile and takes advantage of the exile of the
others to do tourism. Sightseeing is an apolitical,
solar thing. All that remains is subliminal, with the
psychoanalyst smoking three pipes. Those who say
the subliminal do not go there too badly. What
the books say is specific attention and unlimited
curiosity. The bullets cause specific attention. The
bullets of language need linguistic targets. The
good can not find completeness. Maybe it's the
completeness. Maybees that's what I prefer. The kiss I
prefer is that of perhaps sweeping. The kiss perfects
the mouth. The boche perfects its mouth in the
clasp. Any language causes the illusion that the
origin is stirred in it. I exhibited myself stylized at
the origin. I exhibited myself stylized to find
attention. Maybees it's the temptation of
attention. Maybees that's what you tell me about
you so I can make you confessions. I do not
deduce anything about you. In logic the rules
look away from the rules. I pause to look at them.
I am the one who says yes before the yes, and before
the sigh he asks timidly. I like to sigh to ask. I like
to mix blends that do not disappoint. Sighs that
do not disappoint. I sigh on my toes. Everything
gets with parrot beaks. Everything is showing
symptoms that pass through the body. The dust
accumulates in the footer. A golden breeze blew at
the bottom of the page. A dark note on the
golden breeze. A note of God dressed as a goddess
dressed in math. When I forget how I know if I
forgot you? I'll think if I forgot you? I'll think
about it with the question on and the lighter
handy.
40

We are all questions on. We are all cakes in Japan. I

edited cakes recipes in Japan. I edited the
extraordinary magazine of the extraordinary.
Polyptych means something extraordinary.
Polyptych means the perfection of the multiple
divided into parts. A singular perfection of the
multiple. An anonymous autobiography as an
anonymous autobiography as it is called? You
want to be a flame? Do you want to be really
great in great anonymity? Is being perfect
grateful in anonymity? To be perfect is to be full
of being full of something imperfect. To have style
is something imperfect. Is having style to be well
prepared to be well dressed? I'm the study. Am I the
study dressed? My beard is 99 by the whites. I was
worshiped 9999 years. I was 99 masks. What is the
hundredth mask? What is the most direct thing? Is
math the most direct thing? Mathematics disguised
as hunger. I walk in disguise of mathematical
hunger. Your reading is your reading of what a
possession is. I invented another possession. I
invented the Hunger Museum but traded it for
Museums of the Hunger of Others. An example that
alienates me. An example in 5 bananas. I'm the 5
bananas. I'm the style? Want to be fun? Am I a snap? I
am Halifax's Chinese student on New York's stairs
in New York on a pale day. I'm in a pale
autobiography. I am in an autobiography in 99
minutes to discount another 99 minutes of
emergency. I button the emergency. I pulled my
shirts on to other shirts to compress my exposure.
Fame is exposure. Fame is best with ballpoint pen. Any
improvement is good with ballpoint pen. Any
phrase is possession? The phrase is possession? The
library is already library is already the books that
will come, that will come, but slowly. I did many
readings, but slowly. I made many hypotheses
called "a hypothesis" or "a work to be divulged".
41

In an exhibition, perhaps for the first time in my

first exhibition, I married for many years, almost
half a century. I did this and I stayed like this for
many years. Then I dropped an atomic bomb while
dating 12 women and a dog. I like to date 12
women. It is a lot of love at the same time,
reciprocal. I like getting married without having
to get married. I've been making these requests. They
walk Shakespeare on me. I like Shakespeaks about me.
I like to suck on sleeves, to read sleeves and to be
in shirt sleeves. I have nothing in the sleeves, now,
because I'm in T-shirts. I do not make a fuss, but I do
not think it's ugly. I have a Japan in the sleeves. I
have a Japan bonsai. I'm full of speculations bonsai.
Am I full of thoughtfulness? Consistency in
thought is what, man? Mathematics in a
mathematical phrase does not satisfy itself. A
sentence can be a guest. A phrase may or may not
want to go where you have been invited. Did I say
that I love you with various creatures? I love you
when you make yourself invited. Did I explain by
saying? What? I exhibited 99 places in my favorite
city. I exhibited places where I got lost several
times. I explained what was being lost. I exhibited 99
lines of poetry on 99 bus lines. I often rush into a
bus with a hurried air and sometimes it happens
that I hit people who come in the opposite
direction. It's a violent thing like a car clash, but
with far fewer consequences. The idea of a hurried
public invaded art and literature. The idea of
showing is the theme of my work. My favorite
flower is the orchid, although there are so many
orchids that I do not know which one is my
favorite. I ate the favorite work of an artist my
friend. I ate a work to spread. I burst out laughing
for disclosure. I let out the laughter of instant
intimacy? Did I create from instant intimacy? I
asked a question that ends like Summer and
returns the next Summer. I'll add all the craze to
ask next Summer. I'll put all the instantaneous
public together in a very discreet atmosphere.
What is the best instant public? I live in this kind of
barbecue. I live in a very large Hat. A hat sometimes
capitalist, black. Other times a wizard's hat, pink.
Hats for magic. I ate a huge chocolate pyramid. I
ate my ceremonial costume. He had a white
wedding ceremony. This example I chose it from
white. This example I chose it for a special person.
I'm a multiple person for one person. Are you ready?
I know 9 islands to be alone. 9 islands where things
are discovered to pretend that Wittgenstein
reads. I have a Wittgenstein side to sublimate. I have
a side that facilitates access to the impossible. An
impossible interior with many hieroglyphs and
walls painted in azure. I also have an interior of
an exemplary pink. I like an exemplary pink. I like
ghost furniture. What do I mean by ghost
furniture? What I ignore makes me available. What I
do not ignore also makes me available. Is the first
intimacy with an unknown thing instantaneous? I
made disciplines. Was it an instant foolishness? I did
more subjects. They put it in a book. An exhibition
in a book is a vulgar thing I like. Exposure to socks
increases friendships. I wrote "in half" 99 arguments
for 99 failed filmmakers. Just to get rid of God? Do
I live in a vision of God? Do I live in a vision of
Wittgenstein? Am I Wittgenstein's Jonathan Swift?
Jonathan Swift remembered Lisbon. Forward
describing an irregularity that describes the
irregularity of the names. I live in one of the
names. I live in a dress that is dressed and that is
the world. I use something like the world. I use
some minutia. The phrases are directed to the
minutia. The phrases in an intellectual are larger
with nuclei of minority in the middle. The phrases
in the intellectual poet are still more sublime and
incomprehensible. The poet has an answer which is
an answer to the notion of deception. The answer
is an oracle. This is God: another deceit. Behold,
give me an animal in sacrifice. Give me an animal , He
orders. In asking the question, ask the world if
you want to formulate it. Before this question
the world is still nothing. I circle myself, and
that's nothing. I circle the hypotheses, before the
hypotheses. I turn around at the wheel, before
parking.
42

What question should I park? What question is

aggravating an aggravating factor for which
there are 99 books written per year? I exalt these
books all year long. Exalt (or rejoice) memory
with the memory infiltrated in the study? Did
eloquence stain the study? The eloquence of
pretending anger? Satie, sit quietly, pretending to
be angry. Satie, are not you rich after you're dead?
Am I not rich? I can repeat myself as anti-
environment. Can I repeat in your smile? Am I the
one who catapults the smile? I am the one of
another misunderstanding. Try it as another
misconception. Experience this world again with
the feeling of being diagonal or parallel to it. Like
a dream the cosmos has a dubious personality.
Hypotheses have personality. Hypotheses are not as
light as truth. Critics bribe the truth. Japanese
critics rely on satori. We are going to buy satoris.
We are buying things to fill houses that we do
not want them to be filled. The taste thinks to fill
you of perconceitos. Taste thinks of you as a
sanctuary. We are sanctuaries. Numbers do not pay
numbers or pay debts. Words are debts. Words are
simultaneous distances. A phrase of simultaneous
distances is difficult to approach. A phrase that
gives way to the rotting corpse is a scene of
magic. Write with the rotting corpse, says the
magician. Write non stop repeating myself. The
judgment to take effect must be repeated. The
judgment is my bandaged autobiography. My
autobiography was bandaged with blue. I've been
measuring the Darkness. He wanted to measure the
length of the place of attention. I found the
perfect pink to wear the attention. A pink of
garish ideas. Have bright ideas, have ideas that
scream with color. Around the world revolves 12
footnotes. Make the scribblings of the baseboards
clean. I made lots of extras. 99 extra poems to
show perfection. 99 more poems that dynamize
perfection. And still others that dynamize
perfection with a smile. The smile crystallizes
availability. The willingness of your body to feel a
non-body is an odd attitude. To feel you do not
need to tell the how or how good it is. In you
everything transcomunicates the inequality.
Everything that transcomunizes inequality
reorders and re-equalizes. Reorder and re-equalize
the rumor. Ruminates the rumors. Ruminates the
pluriverses. I am the pluriverses. I am the one, the
dual, the multiple and the trans-multiple. I am
stuck between the excessive sum of my parts and
the subtraction that the parts do to each other.
Self is the subtraction of its multiplicity minus
one. The self is constituted by heteronomies to
come, through wild heteronomies, through wild
flops. Through failures I polish my ignorance as
well as all the ignorances of which I have
knowledge. After all these flops are anything but
flops. All simultaneities reinvent the measurements.
I'm trying to dress the world with your own
clothes. My world is more elegant when you
choose the most appropriate clothes.
43

My name makes me walk. The name makes me walk in

something away from me. Pierre Delalande is me.
Pierre Delalande are words. Precisely two words.
Those are the words that are crossing me. These
are sounds that are crossing my throat. Pessoa
was a type with throat. Pessoa was a masturbator
of souls to masturbate our souls and modernity.
Modernity is also lightness. Lightness is also
confused with detachment. Confuse yourself with
your steps. Exaggerate, exclude, enjoy. I like steps
that exaggerate, exclude and enjoy. I like to give
warm hugs. I lose always warm assumptions. I lose
assumptions whenever I thank for a useless doubt,
whenever I thank a fruitful doubt that
fecundates itself with new doubts, which
manifests itself as love, which manifests itself as
love ever more overwhelming. I put titles to look
overwhelming. I put titles that give jumps and
more jumps. And tight cliques, relatives who are
relatives to hug them tightly. I'm getting relatives.
I am responding as one who hides new questions
among old answers. I hide new questions before I
know what's in them. The before and after with
the now leaning on itself. The later with the time
bent over the time that is missing. Time was spent
on both sides. Numbers discount sides to geometry.
Numbers discount useless questions. Questions can
reappear more clearly when I repeat the question.
I'm coming back to what I repeat. The question
again in the same way becomes something else to
ask other things. I repeat the question to make it
more obscure. I fall in love with the most obscure
possibility, I fall in love with so many of them, I
masquerade as many as I can, I mask microparticles.
The abbreviations find me between microparticles.
The abbreviations are intolerable. Oh Mr. Delalande,
the intolerable Mr. Delalande has a personality of
who has flea personality. He's a sarcophagus with
sarcasm. He is the flea on sarcophagi with
mummified sarcasms. He is full of mummified dreams.
He is like a dream in the dream dreaming the
shadow of a shadow. Shadow of shadows of a
madman who thinks he's crazy and thinks he's a
god. And we think we're gods who think they're
human.
44

We prefer the jokes of philosophy over philosophy

and the romanesque ploys to the permanent
blackmail of truth. The memories of truth are
truer than truths. Memories deform the past by
inevitably deforming the more remote past and
making their intertwining themes evident. The
diaries record themes with monotony. The diaries
disguise the malaise. They disguise the malaise of a
gift that can not be grasped. We know you can
not hold on. We know that the past was bad,
rude, violent, humiliating, with a little famous
swing and on which we can not support
ourselves. But the memories give him laughter of
glory, with which we can wash our faces so we
can face things again. Melancholy covering
things. Melancholy and beauty are necessary to
conceal pain. I cultivate a necessary beauty as well
as the adjacent glare. Book me of the kitsch
sparkles of invented congratulations. Death may
give rise to certain happiness, but at the time I am
in pain. Death is perhaps an illusion, but posterity is
a certainty that we will not be there and that we
will not live it. I am proud of this useless
certainty. I am proud of being like an author, with
an actor playing the author, even when I bother
to celebrate anonymity, or the work of forging
pseudonomies. I need to forge pseudonomies to
delve into pseudo-anonymity. We find in
anonymity important things that others cannot
see. We find in ourselves a god no better than the
god who finds himself humiliated in the human.
45

Crucial distinctions are confused with

capitulations. Or confused with decapitulations?
Persistence makes the executioner need. He prefers
expressions of executioner to actual minister. He
prefers expressions that hesitate to go clear paths
to go dark ways. He walks in other ways, but still
likes less of those who stay at home. The subject is
home. The subject after some time turns out to be a
time he had to live and kill curiosities and feed
families. The subject ends up rolling on the floor
and getting dirty. Cut the subject to roll on the
floor. He cuts heads to refute the heads that are
refuting his. Write to your satisfaction and
curiosity. Write so that the intimacy of others is
excessive. The other is excessive and problematic. He
gets into a writing that he thinks is problematic,
poor thing! An "open" writing causes many
wounds. This thing of being "open" ends up closing
many doors. The closing of many doors died an
ox. Complexity rides on complexity. You ride in
easy phrases and you jump over barriers. You use
easy phrases to move faster ... to move faster ... and
vice versa. Too subtle people make communication
bitchy. An impractical communicability can have
many adepts. He has some impractical self-
consciousness. It has some false self-consciousness
to conceal comfortable ignorance. He has false
hair to hide the part of the head that has been
decapitated. He writes notes because he decapitates
parts of the books. He write notes because you
avoid the book. Avoid the book because the books
no longer frighten. Even the emptiness became
comfortable. Fear does not come in books. Do
books free us from fear?
46

Publish books to make them disappear or to make

the notes disappear. Publish books to write more
notes. The interrogation is a condensation of the
notes that ends up ignoring what is written
down. The interrogation as an elision of the
elision of its object. Colors are not objects and
they are not even in one place but they
contaminate everything around them. Colors do
not ignore the circumstances. Is there an art of
ignoring circumstances? The potential is
exhausted in the potential that is exhausted in
the propensity for the propensity of certain
events. The events of a single event. Events do not
run out of time. The worst wine elucidates them in
them. The worst wine elucidates more the lucidity
than a good Burgundy. Although good, it is not
Burgundian. Despite declaring himself inexperienced
he became an expert in the art of inexperience. You
only know in inexperience. You can only remember
that and the other. You can only remember what
you did not pay attention to. He tripled not
paying attention. He triplicated into the
indescribable. He walked into the unspeakable. He
walks to get clean of dirty ideas, baffled, crazy. He
helps people dwell on ideas. He helps people not to
think about themselves or not to think only of
them, not only in them, not only in others. He
tried to be alone with others. He tries to market
anonymity. He tries to commercialize the
anonymity without profit. He writes but not for
profit. He writes but does not speak. He speaks to
himself in the physicality of writing with his
fingers concentrating on himself the physical
energy. I suspect of those who write physically. In
both cases, silence is chosen. Opt for silence
against silence. It reinforces itself against silence.
It reinforces itself by refuting itself. Objectivity is
given by refuting. Objectivity is a hallucination. He
is a hallucination. He is considered to be
inaccurate, but he is meticulous at times and is
good at seeming extremely methodical. The world
has never abandoned the inaccurate. It is the
inaccurate, say the scientists, that will change
the theories of the world that will change the
world. The world can never write its troubled
history without being fragmented. His troubled
Chinese history outside China. Words turn out to
be words that end up describing you exactly as
you are not. This is not it. That makes you smile.
Distance makes you smile. Distance marks the
approximations. The presence brings the approach
to the scene. On the other side they clap. Most
questions would like to become carnivorous.
Practicing sex is a carnivorous thing even if it
does not get bored. Sex without sex? Or the
without, alone, poor guy, without sex? Or the
mockery ascetic? The ascesis spiced with
debauchery? Expressions it uses, express uses. These
expressions, though weak in appearance, end up
failing in weak things and triumphing in strong
things. They are expressions that end up inducing
a lot of people into strong things. I'm not sure
what strong things are. The world is make-up. The
make-up made us worldly. Why clean it? There are
questions that are like bleach, clean even without
the answers. He is the petty prose of mother
tongues with legs to walk. The lyricism will come
later, later and later, just to chat. The prose is
straightforward just to chat. Prose makes things
rude more compelling. There are rude types that
are hard to get around. There are more answers
to mediocre questions but there are none for the
interesting ones. There are mediocre types who are
convinced that they are exceptional and clever
and genius types with inferiority complexes. How
does an exceptional person get to know that, at
least, he is not mediocre? I have no idea. Novels are
interesting if they are disturbing and violent.
Novels are written alongside interrogations as a
sort of counter-interrogation that postpones
response through bizarre events. The abrupt
disappearance of the interrogations ... I hope not.
The disappearance of the questions became a police
novel without police or inquiries. Ordinary
things are what ordinary people do on a daily
basis. No one performs extraordinary things? Are
things self-organizing for extraordinary things
to happen? Before you read it, you're already a
first-timer. I do not care if they find me an imbecile.
After reading it they end up finding him an
armchair. Who sees in it an armchair? On the other
hand, who has the patience to live more than 200
years?
47

At any moment it was deconcentrating? No time

to deconcentrate? He could not return to the
starting point where the starting points start.
Someone had stolen the starting points. He could
not think without being robbed of his thoughts. I
could not think of it even though I was already
forgetting it. Not that I began to forget him ...
One could not reconcile with reconciliation.
Each line scratched the bureaucratic that could
inhabit it. Every line he wrote left him with the
writing left over by the rhetoric of terror. He
admitted the rhetoric of terror. He admitted
laughter as laughter and as a translation device.
A translation device in the dark. He spoke the
darkness to the laughter. The darkness. The
tænebra. Wow! He said what he did not know as if
what he did not know was the most important
thing. Only it was the still-not-important thing.
He only put hypotheses in hypothetical language.
He felt hypothetical language as a more malleable
language that served to add terms to the
dictionary. He felt the novelty as a climate of
novelty, as a climate conducive to propitious and
future banality. He prophesied banalities with
muffled din. When a paper tiger roared, he
thought of the inconsolable habit of the Chinese
being conditioned by metaphors. Here they had
cut the clues to him there. They had cut his
tongue so that the inner tongue could speak at
the elbows. It was the chatter of others on the
elbows. The gossip of others made him feel that
speaking was necessary. It also caused him to feel
that he was a ventriloquist. What happens before
the name that names things? Did he use the
adjectives to find things? He used adjectives as a
form of animalization. He exercised in
animalization to feel the essential. He exercised in
a rigorous verbal striptease. The rigor of
striptease in verbal indetermination. What is naked
in words? Is there something to see inside words? In
lack of adequate citations he had to forge
adaptations for pseudo-citations. He could not
forge false citations. It might not be funny, but it
made him want to laugh unimpressed. What? Be able
to laugh out of the quote. What? It can be a type
to be an easy type, but it will end easily. And it will
end up prowling your ideas like a hungry beast.
You're a beast hungry for questions. The issues
aborted because they did not find matters. Even at
the time when abortion was forbidden.
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The will to have the will to be an animal coexisted

with the animal, coexisted with the being plant,
but uprooted plant, the most uprooted possible.
And if possible with wings. If it were wings, would
it fly? If it were God it would not be God nor
would it be so clingy to the destinies of the
world. I was looking for opportunities for the
world. He looked for opportunities to achieve
failures. Syrups to realize flops. Syrups of brilliant
ideas. Pedals for brilliant ideas. Pedals to
accelerate enthusiasm. The craze to speed up the
enthusiasm. Success as a refusal to succeed, as an
unwilling refusal to succeed. Some percentage not
deliberate. Some percentage of ideas and a lot of
empty mania. Mania of give away the Void. When
God invented himself, he invented the Devil as a
counterpart to a hypothetical business. Does the
Devil exist to make this play more interesting? Can
the gods survive the narratives? Instead of a
better world, a more patched world? Diabolical
improvements? To be the greatest? The paradoxical
goal of massification is to make everything
disembodied. The dead think that everything is
incorporeal. The dead meditate on the flesh. They
meditate on the flesh and are hungry. He does not
remember any curricular specificity except he does
not remember specific curriculum. He flies the
exceptions by disregarding the rules. He flips
through the books to read them in the wrong
orders and in the right disorders. There are more
possibilities in the wrong things than in the right
ones. Is there any possibility that is still impossible?
Living became a quantum impossibility. Living became
an easy task, though it seemed a difficult task,
despite the indiscipline and the hassles of custom.
He wrote about indiscipline with discipline. He
wrote his autobiography as if he had numerous
enemies to settle accounts. To have, even if it were,
numerous enemies like wallpaper. Have boring
answers like fleas jumping into consciousness.
Before they masquerade others, the mystics
squelched themselves with experiences of which we
were envious. He was messing with himself. He was a
self-proclaimed professional idiot, but he did not
know how to be a professional idiot. He was the
person with the wrong identity. The numbers in
the wrong identity in the right place. Numbers
need more fingers to be counted or discounted.
The most beautiful desires increase desires and
increase the splendor of creatures. He was stuck in
the splendor of creatures. He was possessed
though he had no sense of possession. The wise
sense of possession. Relief is justified, alleviates
other justifications, and dispenses with philosophy.
The dispensation of philosophy is full of useless
ideas and insoluble things. The fury of the world
made him even more in love.
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When we are born, lovers are already here. When

we are born the words we learn to learn are
mortgaged. An autobiography is mortgaged in
your vocabulary. An autobiography on two lines
can intersect at one point if it is not parallel and
the space is two-dimensional. Two lines do not
justify a full life. He was advertising full life. He
advertised by exhibiting himself on exhibits of
frequent errors. He felt so good at frequent
mistakes. He felt so stupid for being stupid or for
being rich without getting rich and without
wealth. He preferred to be lean to have wealth. He
preferred the exuberance of emptiness and
surroundings to any essence. He was constantly
discourring argument and essence. He shied away
from argumentation, though he distrusted
intuition. It increased the knowledge of intuition.
It increased the knowledge to make it more
incomplete. The more I said, the more incomplete I
became. When he said, who had what he had to say,
what remained unseen was invisible. For every
invisible word we do not know how many visible
words are necessary to compensate. For each
scrawled word he added a scratched friendship
and added a dozen knowledge. The glory of the
dozen. The glory or the unforgettable under the
unforgettable under the crumpled cover of
anonymity. The sublime as anonymity in no act.
The sublime as a creep. It would be another creepy
creep. It would be more correct to ask the
guardians of chance for explanations. Everything
in randomness wants to come to the net,
although it is not fish. Everything in the will was
a lie. He had an estimate in the will because it was a
lie. He had a nose planted between his legs to smell
lower. The one between her legs was very nasal. The
persistent misconception, even before and after the
world prepare to try to end. The epitaph: it was of
the world. Another epitaph: watch out! I am not
tired of being reborn! He grows obliquely in the
reborn. He grows obliquely in the ubiquity.
Umbilical ubiquity. The parables exaggerate the
ubiquity. The parables exaggerate the words but
the words do not see the facts. It does not
contaminate the perception of the facts.
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The inertia, as if the clear day entered on another

clear day or entered the dark night and the dark
night, in turn, entered the clear day. No other
vice versa for Africa, or for Europe at large. Not
another step forward with any steps back. More
frequent backward steps to hit with the part
behind the head on a bust of Lenine. More than the
progression perhaps desirable, I practice the
progression perhaps undesirably, by sport. I am a
victim of the perception of improbable complexity.
The questions of improbable complexity are short.
The questions are said indifferently of being said
indifferently or of being an interrogation of the
interrogation without great enunciation. I like
stews without enunciation. All phrases have
anything from biography to recoser an
incomplete biography. My main autobiography will
remain incomplete. My main concern is the
concern that the rebuttal virus only affects me
slightly. The refutation virus penetrates every
forged explanation, but that does not scare me ...
the forged explanations ... including mine ... melt,
but it takes a lot of fire. Fasting to fasting is my
favorite meal ... Since I can drink water, life knows
me well. Of course it depends on the water. I want
to stay drinking water. I want to stay 200 years
200 times in Samadhi. Art is the Samadhi. They did
not know? The art is knowing how to give
answers to subtractive yet appealing answers. Be
subtractive makeup made up of attractive. To be
indirect as the indirect as the destination. Do not
miss a destination. Do not waste a second with
secondary questions. I am authoritative on the
exact questions. I am authoritarian in my works,
in my works of which I am undone, but not
enough to discipline them. Art does not know
how to discipline what science leaves unruly. The
fun of art destroys the process of destruction of
pre-established meanings. The pre-established
meanings last little, even in Plato. Amusement
steals from the 'sense'. The "sense" style may be a
guilty one, but it is never mine. The reading style
makes reading more decisive than having a specific
style of writing. Read as written. To read I have to
write, over, next to, anywhere. Reading or
listening are deformations. I listen to obsessive
and delicious deformations. There are people who
take part in my work like those who go to the
bathroom to urinate on them or wash their
hands. My work is short questions that
masquerade long monologues with long
questions. I donated a big question to the dentist
to get my teeth together.
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I donate much of what I did to an anonymous

institution that persists in hiding its anonymity
through false anonymity. The keyboard forces me
to try to be anonymous, for digital caution. The
keyboard forces me to write better, physically.
Naked I write better. It is necessary to undress the
sense of the meaning of things. I want to undress
the inexistence of things. The non-existence of
things are not things that do not exist. What
exists is more plausible than the existence of
existing existences. The multiplicity of blindness
confuses pure blindness and confuses the diversity
and bio-diversity of the ways of seeing. He liked to
have more ways of seeing. He liked to learn to
learn to think slowly. Shame thinks slowly. Shame
or exhibitionism in exhibitionism does not escape us
from being condemned to variants of variants of
fame. The fame of anonymity does not pay bills. The
speed of the anonimats is variable. The speed of
ideas becomes fast ideas, becomes the inertia of
perception. The inertia of the perception of the
world contributes to the world. The situations
of the world spice up contemplation. Situations
seize me before my body delineates the least
strategy. Oops, the temptation of minimal strategy
versus the temptation of a grand strategy. The
temptation instead of the place of the attempt. My
works are tentative attempts. My most recent
works are increasingly recent as they are very
old. I put in too many very old things that want
to be reborn.
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I put too much disorder in the disorder of my life,

and I ended up grazing erratically in this life, and
I ended up having the order to the orders. Order
to orders crowded in the back. The intimacy with
me (this same intimacy with myself) is and was
disappointing. I had a disappointing time. I had to
invent others who would invent others so that
my presence would disappear. I preferred that my
presence disappear in the art of disappearing. I
preferred devotion to nothingness to devotion
to self-advertising. Although self-publicity is well
known for rubbing. There is a kind of devotion to
devotion that has no object. Can we do anything
with any specific "object of devotion"? I cultivate
devotion to the randomness of randomness. I reap
the devotion in the world. I rejected all the
rejections in the world. I rejected all hypotheses
of doctoral hypotheses. And as for the
doctorates they offered me, even when they
offered me an honorary doctorate, I crapped,
literally shitting. I wrote honoris causa for the
little things. I have written too many theses on
theses of this kind, for dilettantism. I'm moving
from gender to dilettantism. The laughter of the
world is beginning to influence what influences
the behavior of the gods. I know nothing of the
gods. I do not know whether men have become
men now, or whether they have already done so.
Whatever that is. Well well. One that is left as an
inheritance. Always to continue.