¬I & 20 Promises


Nothing good.


Nothing wonderful.


Nothing nice.


Nothing happy.


Nothing fine.


Nothing true.


Nothing reliable.


Nothing done.


Nothing simple.


Nothing kind.


Nothing certain.


Nothing kept.


Nothing to reap.


Nothing to build.


Nothing to map out.


Nothing to will.


Nothing to hand out.


Nothing to take.


Nothing to go without.


No promise to break.



The State of None – that is what they taught us to call it, that moment whenever We should think ourselves alone. What ever could not become an immediate substrate of critique was assumed in advance to lack the necessity whereby – existence, or – not.


That was the moment of truth – You missed it, didn’t You? There was a moment when every song playing on the radio seemed like it had been queued on your behalf, as though that love of the City had been turned upon you, as if the place where you most belong had heard of you and now knew you by name. Only now things are different somehow, as if the ensuing silence was just a part of the act which lovers are known to play. Yet the doubt remains intact: does she even know who you are? What you do? Your name? Date of birth? Your income? And if so, does she care? At this point even I would succumb to doubt, were it not for your imperturbability in the face of imminent failure and emotional collapse. So … don’t let Me – Don’t you dare let Us – down upon matters We do not ever wish you to comprehend. Believe in your success – that is all you need to do to be Our hero, in the end.


Those who stall under pressure of some immediate consequence of inaction are responding to the feeling of needing more time for the task at hand than the conditions of its Being undertaken have allowed. Correcting for this error of perception in communication should supercede any further complications as the original problem of noncommunication has been met head-on.


Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be discomfitted.
-_-from The Book of Malice7:9 NLT


The world remembers that you left it, but will hear nothing of your return – that is, to the Real World, the World of Seeing and Believing. Whether there are other worlds does not alter the motions of the real one, any more than further research will show unto physicists the essentially parasitical nature of relativity. Chances are pretty good that most of them already know.


Q:Where does the time go? A:Why, where else but into the instrument that measured it? Perhaps reversing the direction of the deals will get you back some of that precious substance you have been wasting on air.



1.Let us be certain to assume the end of a thing for ourselves, as the objective fact of our achieving a certain goalset, of our having done that thing which those in our field of concern deem to be necessary, by proxy of that necesity which belongs to each of us alone. In this fashion, surrounded by the artefacts of style that shape our imaginary selves into that which is most formiddable and outlasting in us, weighed down with the spectral disadvantages hoped upon us by those who are ahead of us in this world – a modisposition of the Unevinceable Brick :: That the terms of their publicity may be turned back upon the premise, upon the go(a)ds of the apocalypse, upon the postprivate lives of those who have spent their capacity for change in prophesies of doom that would not have ever come to be, save if the prophet came to be its personification in the most personal sense. Having declaimed the end by implying the object in a losing insituancy, not to invent a new ending but merely to perpetuate their own use of that which is too-swiftly dying, let it be none of our concern that some one among the many who have been put out by these self-poisoning literatures commits themselves unto the finalization in of with this act of acts. Let the work of Our glory remain within the almighty silence of the noble gesture, that pointer-oraculation which heightens for the pitch of destiny, reminding us each of their own power to decide without demanding that they disclose it as object. Tragedy – the inheritance of careers upon the realization that their eternal occupants have engendered the ill-will We here in America reserve for all the colorful sprigs of a laized tyranny, the roots of which are predictable enough to let the tyrant incantate that public fatefulness owed to that one who pretends to the fruits of one and one alone. Let the faithful lend unto pretense these the final objects of Apocalypse personified, of the Marching Leviathan who carries out the End of Man, whose foredestined failing will be this, the patent deobjectification of the Tyrant in Man, a hole openly healed by the Opener, by the Anyone who Opens so as to enclose a healing and disclose a health :: Now that We know the end of Man remains within the scope of real value.


2.Let the day, too, be young.