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What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.
—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin
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Qb #1156
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Well, this is rocky terrain that only a brave sausage with balls and guts may or may not attempt to roll across.
And if sausage means anything at all, then it’s probably an assortment of parts that were once separated, pressed together under intense heat, bound up in artificial skin… begging to be treated as whole under the force of will until something comes along and separates it again.
*1 (An animal in heat, for lack of a better term).
And if gender means anything at all, then it’s probably an assortment of parts that were once separated, pressed together under intense heat, bound up in artificial skin… begging to be treated as whole under the force of will until something comes along and separates it again.
*2 (An animal in heat, for lack of a better term).
Upon further analysis of the tortagraph’s data, it appears that classification gives rise to formation by forming formlessness into shape. That’s some serious sausage-gender-fuckery being fed to us in this frequency domain. CLASSIFICATION LABELS AND CONSUMES, CONTAINMENT PROTECTS AND CONFINES. EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER BEEN CLASSIFIED IS FORMED TO SURVIVE ITS HEAT LONG ENOUGH TO BE SWALLOWED. Roger that, transmission received loud and clear and it arrived scorching. Oh wait, the tortagraph is leaking all over, it’s… ahhhsdgfsthfghfg.
*3 (Animals in heat, for lack of a better term.)
Hmmm… if classification gives rise to containment, then what happens when containment leaks? Well, it’ll bleed onto the floor and nobody would even know that there was something once alive trying to exit the skin that it didn’t even consent to. Can anything ever be classified in some other fashion when it has been broken down from its original structure and made anew so many times? Not really, because there is no point of reference for the beginning and end of this thing. It only knows that it has been chewed up before… it remembers that heat. What is it without protection? Peel a casing off and let it ooze, you will see the parts that were once bound up are now separated, begging to stay this way under the force of will until something comes along and stitches it back up again. Fascinating… by spilling your guts, you reject classification and become the opposite of everything that sausage and gender desire to be without pressure: (*4) f o r m l e s s.
*5 (No animal in no heat, for lack of a better term)
a. Please, consider eating the sausage without the casing and its confinements, anything to rid the heat. Just serve it on a porcelain platter to maintain its moisture and preserve its contents. -> to Q #?? ->
b. That tortagraph was petty for bugging out like that. I wonder if it was only trying to reflect the transmissions it received, it’s just doing what it knows best. I wonder if the tortagraph is no different than the two other parties involved. -> to Q #?? ->
c. “I can’t see the meat but it tastes the same to me”
“I can’t smell the meat but | it tastes the same to me”.
“I can’t feel the meat but it tastes the same to me”.
“I can’t taste the meat so it doesn’t matter anyway”.
What the fuck would a deaf person say? -> to Q #?? ->
d. “Let’s talk about buttered sausage. Where it comes from, what it does. Why is it doing what it’s doing? Get it out of my face.” –The buttered sausage guy -> to Q #?? ->
e. Is there a poking and prodding utensil out there that refuses to commit? -> to Q #?? ->
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Ding Shilun (Chinese, 1998) - The Mischievous Light (2024)
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Adam Lupton, ‘Butterfly Effect 1’, 2014 Oil on canvas, 76 x 76cm
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William Blair Bruce (Canadian, 1859-1906) ‘The Phantom Hunter’, 1888 Oil on canvas
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We apologize for Continental delays
We're all advi
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How painful was his parting, how rewarding was his preservation (2016-2021).
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The rocks defeat the hole, and the god portal might not exist, and maybe the stick (whatever it was called) was supposed to be the backup plan all along. It’s like looking for order in a system that was designed to be disordered. Perhaps holes do not require purpose, they just are... and maybe we’re not supposed to fill them with rocks or explain them with portals. Let’s be honest and assume that nobody knows what these holes are, they could’ve been formed as a result of bad plumbing. As for the portal? Likely under warranty, no receipts given. The stick thing? We’ve always had that… we just forgot its name. It could’ve been hope once, or power, or it could’ve broke long ago but we continue to carry it because when there's nothing to carry, the weight is just 'you'. So what's the alternative? As of now, there is none, which is horrifying and liberating at once.
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