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EL PILAR DE LA SOCIEDAD
EL PILAR DE LA SUCIEDAD.






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On the other hand:
I encourage anyone who is inept & terrible at what they do to DO it.
Especially if the action in question is exclusive or reserved to "professionals" and requires "experience".
Why?
- Just for it's destructive results.
- For subversiveness & aberration's sake.
- For the prompt annihilation of the social/family role and all elitist stereotypes.
- For the demeaning of the word "profession" and all shallow life goals to be shoved down hollowed throats.
- For the degeneration of morality as we know it and the awaited rebirth of lucidness.
- For the rot of the opportunist, the monopolizer, the mimicker, the dignified self righteous and the disguised imbecile.






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-Our bodies, with all their organs, are capable of existing precisely because of the empty space that existence, in it's palpable and abstract form, had left empty for us to occupy. and yet, even if it "is" a very short cherished period of time we are allowed to stay there, we wither it down our retched opened gold latrines like the most worthless of all fæces.


- Little we have to appreciate until we precisely start to appreciate this short period of time. not the mere moment between birth and death but what we do during that period.
but what do we do during that period? WHAT?






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Religion: a ruthless parasite, a rotting organ, a virulent disease,
can only be extirpated with a sole sensible remedy: ATHEISM.






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LIDLESS ANIMALS
OR ANIMALS WITH NO EYES AT ALL.






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What fascinating creatures are birds.
able to leap from the highest sites into the void
and float in the air like weightless particles,
travelling freely and languidly
with no boundary but exhaustion.
they descend to this vicious plains only to sleep,
eat, rest and die. conditioned by gravity and decay.


They land with majesty over this coarse plains.
among us violent human animals (perhaps the ugliest)
these gentle innocent herbivores and beautiful mammals,
these artful crawling reptiles and these sly sophisticated insects.
with no boundary but exhaustion they descend to this vicious plains,
only conditioned by gravity and decay:
to sleep, eat, rest and die.






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Disrupts in my sleep with much elegancy.
bearing a tongue and an upper lip crystalized.
a pair of eyes which stare unlinked, resembling oval shapes,
withered on the edges.


A vague imitation of some feminine figure.
hand palms searching, covered with thick erected hairs
often moistened, perfumed with sweet smells
of papaya, tamarind, quince.


All intentions overt, feeble.
straddled hips move generating circles;
the sight of it causes a sense of freedom,
a tunnel vision, a spastic fore(head)skin.


Ever seen a mouth agape so huge and fully opened,
that it never moves or close?
this hideous mouth set with rows of very white teeth
Expels the cold tone of dread as all
that is unthinkable comes out of it
quivering and again back in.


What lidless eyeballs tossing, sway like a black sea.
that speak that sounds like streaming waters,
like hammers pounding, like beast screech, like gongs.
so I've drowned my ears in a watery grave
in an attempt to grasp those words.


Always the clothes reek and scarce like a tree;
stripped or veiled in creamy black, yellow and white silks,
through which the arms and legs yield
translucent against the gleam.


Walk in i feel reassured by an unwanted presence.
At nights awaken harshly.
one pale peeled eye one shut vigil eye
only to be pulled back, brutally, to catatonia.


I thought:
Tall as marble obelisks and mountains,
Ripe insect ready to lay eggs,
All this pure cholera, all this virulence
where does it come from, where will it end?


I thought:
What lingering palsy fingers undulate,
What incredible ageless strength crushes,
What thundering voice deafening all fools,


What is this awe-full being?






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first fragment:

At the pointed double exposure or permutation
the sound splits in two different bodies of sound
as two jointed human entities tore each other to pieces
making a loud, screeching sound. dunking their melted brawn off.

Afterwards, i calm slowly. reaching so-called silence and peace.
recurring empty sounds. infinitely:
a deaf man's ear humming like trapped bees wallow over spider webs
i am a parallel hideous version of myself. a cracked mirror.

Once distant sun setting glimmering failing bodies.
idiotic men under a dusking horizon. away from the sight of every
living creature with pupils and retinae. away from the vermin.
this sun is too perfect to be seen.

A sound like a sharp scalpel penetrating a baby's throat.
yes a throat so delicate i cut open tenderly with my teeth:
inducing neither pain nor pleasure. bloodless savagery.
an injury of the senses, sonorous detriment.

I am the force that pushes the bile out of all this saggy human animals with brutality:
forehead spasms, innards peristalsis, sexual travailing, clenched teeth.
harassed and thrown naked into a damp wintery street spied by miles of tiny eyeballs.
the vermin - the bruitage of a Nerval poem.

So i understood that the sound causes distress:
dry mouth, watering eyes, itchy foreskin, running nostrils, intestine jerks.
a distress not necessarily easy to notice.
a subtle parasite detriment - an undifferentiated misfortune.

Cold hate of huge animals deprived from moving and sleeping
inside minuscule cages without water, food or sex for months.
uneatable food into the mouth of famine.
impenetrable holes into the body of lechery.

She catches the tip of her tongue in a rush to savor my glans.
She's Death accounting her human life bankrupted list:
  "tonight is your turn my dear"
  "at last"
  "lay wide open dear, I'm coming in."

second fragment:
Behold my image induce anguish, Behold my sound confine you.
swim a miasma of displeasure and piled droppings:
eardrums beat heavily, lungs sway, skin pores dance.
genitals retrieve in uncontrollable palpitations:
like women giving birth to 80 years old crone.

Death separated her colours into a fan of gentle tonalities
visible to exiled troglodytes and insects,
tossed her hips along in epileptic circular intervals.
Death straddles for me to stroke her groin and sleep there.

Death uses me as her instruments of mummification:
the novice art of vulgar sexual pleasing.
everything arranges itself to a fulminating order.
she's a tropical citricola fashioning a perfectly symmetric
web to lay my elliptical egg body and hatch me away.

Water sliding down acacia leaves i see...
a thundering beat: a fist the size of all europe i hear...
a sudden cold bath, all women gasping feverish.
the most languid sensual sound: the sound of the act of dying.
Regardez! les bruitages de l'animalité. écoutez!

I've manipulated Sound as a tool for sensory deprivation.
turning myself into an opened image widened by a pinguid shaft.
wherever overflowing sound, i will instead be abyss & silence
there will be tumult, sound will drain life off the vermin.

Last night, i ended up in an acid bath
and had a dance with Death as she straddled.






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A whorehouse that from time to time lodges part-time misogynists
or rigid hoses propelling columns of water over hedges & hill tops.


An ancient gob of teeth & crushed skulls fossilized in erupted rocks
or african heads with sudden trembling skin under the boiling sun.


A priceless crystal sheet among landing hail
or Pasolini savage torture & murder.


A tanned pair of legs laying on a large, vexing lawn
or myself vaguely being who i am supposed to be, Carlos Thomas.


A fierce pain within
or the rags of what once was a good personality.


A naked body: as it probably is? hostile, obscene, threatening?
or mirrors as perpetrators of narcissism among gorgeous rather eager women.


A very frightening existence but just for a few of us
or a well disguised & assured pseudo-optimistic future.


A demented voice utter lifetime of insanity
or a desolating death in the summer of 1900.


A person who believes in nothing and does nothing but destroy
or repudiation of standard (mostly christian-based) morality.


Isn't it all the same?






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Goal:

- Acknowledge something that NEVER ends and that haunts our daily lives. since the very beginning as fetuses inside placentas, until death.

- Addressing the problem and taking further actions no matter how subversive they might be to the common eye.

- Mutation, Death or banal pleasure vs lucid living.

Description:

- Buying food, cooking it, eating it and defecating it. every single day in a ravenous vicious circle. a totally ritualized activity NO ONE of us is truly aware of or in control.

- A digestive system with a life and free will of it's own which enslaves us all and ridicules us, subtlety in disguise.

- A set of teeth, a jaw and a tongue that seduces us and have turned us into temporary, walking receptacles of decomposing matter, excrement, fluids and bacteria.

- An addiction to all kind of unimaginable vitamins and minerals. So strong that it becomes necessary to us to have such substances in order to function properly. a similar condition to "drug" dependency.

Conclusion:

- Utter dislike and sense or revolt against the senses and body organs particularly the stomach, tongue, teeth, intestines & rectum.

- Adopting the theories: "BURDEN OF THE BODY" / "YOU'RE WHAT YOU EAT".

- Complete abolishment of body's involuntary actions. abolishment of identification with the causes of those involuntary actions: defecating, savoring, bearing organs.

- obvious imperfection of our human animal bodies and acceptance of subsequent chagrin.

- Militant detachment from any possible form of pleasure obtained from having a belly and bowels, acid secreting glands, saliva and waste lodging intestines.

- Repudiation of eating or excreting, cooking or shopping food.

- Reversal of the peristalsis and total shut of the rectum: NOTHING COMES OUT.

- Possible DEATH by famine or dysentery.

Study:

- "La Grande Bouffe" and "Salo o le 120 giornate di Sodoma".