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of Maxwell Clark

"All is in danger.

Are you a stranger?"

---French Montana

The is the.

This has this.

Overcurlings taper, hanging; gliding.

Forever was once already.

Thrust abnormally individual character into maws.

Alongside, facing---like

A point of resolution infinitely shatteredlyzz.

Above Audience: A Critique of Intentionality

of Maxwell Clark

"If you don't understand what I am talking about then I am talking about nothing and it makes no difference, if you do then there's enough said."

—Gertrude Stein, Q.E.D

Intentionality involves the ruse of creating for others not merely external traces of who you yourself are, as all of creation is also this, but moreover creating traces of oneself that seem to have forgotten, in their attention being focused upon their audiences instead, that traces of oneself is all that one can ever create. Intentionality degrades the glory of the signal expressed by oneself unto others precisely in this forgetting of oneself, of caring more for others than for oneself—as if one could give them something other than oneself, something more like them and less like me.

Intentionality is the desire to control one’s relation to others, is a normalization of the self at the expense of others. But already I witness these critically referenced to forms of intentionality writhing so delicately into delineation before me as supermassively bleak. There can be no intentional abolition of intention, as the very act of its abolition would thereby also reaffirm its own endurance. The most I may do is witness myself, as herein, performing an otherwise unintentional mode of social relation—witness myself making this testament to you.

                Intentionality isn’t even actual. In the absolute flow of creation, it doesn’t exist—the psyche is infinitely determined by its exteriority without exception. Intentionality signifies, not anything of reality, therefore, but rather its confusion in the psychic world.

Never Forever Again Once

of Maxwell Clark

Donating one’s own humanity to the wastes.

Then it was like this.

                Giving away our humanity because the world is so.

Pretty much so, yup.

                                I have no mouth to pee lazers of curly shapes.

Then I abstained from culling my everyday life for this.

Black is a night in somewhere.

Give up the trial of humanity, because pizza.

                Hope to win the pizza always.

This is not what it is enough. I must do what it is. It can only be done like this.

A bland lazer-beam of artichokes. DID YOU KNOW?

NO, I HAD NO IDEA. GOOD! THANK YOU. LET US GO NOW.

Then I said what I said.

Nobody can understand this that well because they are too busy masturbating.

I wash myself with waters that are a liquid of chemical combinations.

A system of transferences.

Did you know that this is what I said?

I need rules to tell me what to do.