Eidonomeus

For Philip Holzman and Rupert Sheldrake 

My form is an affront to the contemporary Doric pillars' eidonomy. Look bad, gotta feel bad. Wear chateau des desemploi. Hope indices tumble in the very asocial and economic fabric. Ripping curtains belongs to the great Aleph. You weren't funded for that ever. Step in line, detail lip service, take cane of yourself.

The great social eidonomy originated in a good mummified patrimony. From there starts the ripple, or the vibe, for the well, to do clueless. Good family, minister, ward and parish. Good vibes only. Club fortune the community tabulate plastic raffle boardroll.

What shoal did you go to, breadline high school? Striving and serving. Struggling and swerving the General Sturgeon notes. Caviar empty. Bacalao con pan and juicing this. 

The collective eidonomy is spirit geist and ghost and St John's summa service owns it. What is that? The essence is a ghost. The negatives are a farmhandlers tabulated hook. There was space but that's become ghost and becoming-ghost. There were legends. Spaces died. We thirst the rupture for all world is St John's rapture. Spaces don't exist. Negative space though. We can connect it though, dope. 

Down machinigenetics own neuronomy. Seeing you changes my sequence of e love to be a good fit my car is not working. 

Dinosaur sex metal motion in a car's full tank. You made it to that Tasmanian artcore festival. 

Just a big beefball or knödl wired with neural mesh. Throw me a neuralink. A ghost rhizome. Can you hack into one of those things? Sure. It matters. It's unified. No etic, no emic. Golgotha.