04 february 2021
search for an affix
psychodrama had me on edge. people do be having the worst fucking oedipus complexes dont they.
here's the other side of the pseudo-coin poems i've been working on. this is very much a work in progress, more a draft than anything, if even that.
I'm in search of a quality of my thoughts—life-like something i can apply to all things i do; a wide-ranging antibiotic to my literalness pseudo—the lie, the imperfect, the still continuing: pseudospeleology exploring what i claim to be chasms, an intricate network of caves with no true darkness-pseudoarcheology the finding of remnants of life in cities never lived in-a search futile and destined for failure, for loss, for the confusion of the background noise of the universe, the asymmetry—or perhaps i will call myself a crypto-lover/liver, one that hides, root of hypocrite, speaking in tongues—cryptography, all the ciphers i've had to learn just to speak my own tongues, cryptogeometry new forms, unknown to mankind and nature, slanted circles with two sides, 0 dimensions, like a coin with no spin(e) as i look into new dimensions-ghostly and verbose and so i search for clues, to decode this algebra cryptologic-&al my name is a sigil profane, known to all as the apostatic καστιμιρός-lost to the ambiguity of antiquities