Darby was sold by Penelope
who sold Cuba, too
J,Vassall sold Darby to G. Reed of Woburn
who died in the battle of bunker hill
while Darby was living, he met someone
standing 6 feet 2 inches tall
Darby was buried in H. Vassall´s toom tomb
hey, under Christ Church
so it goes, the palaver of mimetic desire
the quagmire
a cloth is not a shroud
so let´s search for survivors
for the big dipper, hello gipper
maybe something with pink guns
no purpose intended here
light & waterstream & skirmish figure
or bidder for finger, hither
what´s there to gain?
a cloth is not a shroud
what will change in these empty halls
these rooms so large that the windows
remain small
open them & it will get dark inside
since there is an obsessive dog tail
tail swinging outside
a cloth is not a shroud
should you ever get lost in landscape
be sure, you will return as complete idiot
just as in all tales, tails like to quote Thomas Bernhard
bow-wow, wow, wow
bow-wow is joining the conversation
this rolling snack snacking on itself
it´s prince Valiant & required bible reading
not exactly a plea deal
paypal mafia doesn´t dream
a dream can be used a trillion times
easy shit for the dream to
tell anti-gay jokes in NYC
the dream is economical to the core
since René Girad said: go ahead young Thiel
it´s just mimetic desire
let´s see if androids dream of electric sheep
things can get bad very fast
a cloth is not a shroud
but at last, a dreamer sneezes at katechon
Yavin reboot Mouldbug
Monatamy, blood-drenched 1 K followers
right, general T. Gage or “not Gage anymore”
oh, Phineas who is William Lee, the cherry tree asked in Falmouth
ex proprio vigore
the dream of domination
no patience here
AI Galt, the dream shruggs, seasteading
quite an expectant silhouette
this age old vignette for invasive flight
a cloth is not a shroud, dear Rockette/Rockett
vessel
everybody dance, Deborah Sampson
—Martina Gertrude Siebert