Liminal Mythopoeiesis

This paper argues that the event, in its plural contingency, cannot, as Heidegger and Ziarek have elsewhere adduced, be reduced to a calculus of availability. If we take the Erfahrung as an a priori metastatic historial ontic phenomenon, it at once becomes clear that the normative othering of the body qua spatial monad is not a performative gesture but a textual archi-erasure of institutionality and a modality of specular post-erotic hegemony. For the trace is always present in its plenary absence, forming the poeietic economy of the agency of the troping chain. It is the episteme, the hyperbolic ЕΦгфйю of this liminal erasure, that condenses the telescopic hetero-imagistic semantic disarticulation of the neutered pedagogical recondensation, or instantiation, of the irreducible scilicet of paradigmatic self-referentiality. Now, a sublimated post-dialectic of oneiric pretextuality cannot be taken as totalizing (re)feminine objecticity - but it can serve to recapitulate the desituational expropriation of the heuristic narrative. Systematicity, in its technical aspect, is therefore a broader historico-communicational ascription of the Schillerian play-impulse. The historitical instanteaneity of a mythopoeiesis of post-longitudinal disreferentiality then matriculates. Baudrillard would hold here that the homostationary umbilicality of the shark in motion presubstantiates linguistic hermeneutic topological defenestration. Residual splenarity oo-relates creo-plasticity into an avant-transformative parenthetical intersubpostpreposttextuality. Liquidized historico-substantial liquidity. Liquidity ontic oneiric. Predicated empathic disconstitutioninuationanality. Liquidity cognitive autoaesthetic inscriptive hybridity. Preentral staplary confrontaneity. Indecanstalrr gimrreel. Ixtipotiel kstlrrrrr rrhxkl

TAKE IT BACK


Addidas, Saucony, Nike, Lacoste
Bic, Marlboro, Jet Blue Magnavox!
Coca Cola Pepsi, All-State Amazon
Viacom, Pfizer, New Balance Nordstrom!
Liz Claiborne, Mastercard, Electronic Arts
Garmin Gap Yahoo, J Crew and Wal-Mart!
Vulcan Corporation - Whole Foods, Visa, Xerox
Wells Fargo Walt Disney Raytheon Ford Fox!
Limited Too Netflix, Boeing Nerf Budweiser
Atari Bayer Hershey Kraft Helluva Sennheiser!
American Spirit Fender, Ebay Rite-Aid New Era
Entergy Sony Gap Hardy's Altara
Proctor and Gamble, Mattel Lockheed Martin
LL Bean Pellegrino Johnson and Johnson.

GRRL


Yo
yo girl
unh
girl come on girl
girl
girl I gots to tell you
unh girl you got to know
I mean you know it girl
girl lemme tell you girl
i got something to say
jus
jus lemme tell you girl
unh damn girl you fine girl
yo
I'll -
I just gots to say -
I'll take you to outer space girl

girl
you fine girl
damn
you fine
yo girl
jus
jus lemme say
yo girl
unh
yo i don't even know
damn girl
damn

RICHIE \ EAT \ YOUR \ CRUST


ERSATZ RHYMEZ

"I was makin' records when you were suckin' yo motha's dick."

- Adam Yauch, RIP


REGULAR SONG

Your eyes
staring
into my eyes
who am I?
but a guy
with two eyes
on the prize
and the prize
in my eyes
is ten times
the surprise
in your eyes
as I kiss you goodnight

- Regular Show, "Mordecai and the Rigbys"

WITH MY OWN BARE HANDS

Take a shit on a bitch shit fuck boobajibba
suckin on my shit
kick it with a pussy gonna jab a motherfucker
suck my fuckin dick

- WEEN 2007

Steve McCaffery Glasgow 09


Drippings from the stale sponge


Me I I me I me me me I I I
I I me me me I mine myself
me mine I I I me
me me me me I me mine
I I I mine? me I I
myself me I I I me
I I I I me me mine I I me me me I me I mine
myself I I me me mine me I
I mine me me I mine I I I I
me me mine I I I me I I

Dr. Squancy's Bi-Quarterly Health Advice Collumn


How to Test Your Spleen for Colonoscopal Encephalitis

1. Roll your epidermal front-carriage from betwixt your scapula and patella to your labial fissure

2. Gently ossify your cataracts, whilst checking for any crustaceans

3. Firmly remove your sciatic nerve with a pair of hemostatic forceps

4. Tenderize your pudenda and duodenum, until the rectal epiglottis is sufficiently dilated

5. Tell your wife that you love her and commence Salpingo-oopherectomy

ERSATZ POLITICAL DISCUSSION

See now here's how it is. Ya'll can't tax the 1%, cause when them babies come out they momma's cooters, they's already people, ya hear? I heard a doctor tellin' me that that soon as them little sperms get to that egg, there's already a fully formed little human in there. I bet them little sperms are already people - tiny little people, hiding out in there.

I agree, sir. This is why we must consolidate and privatize our holdings overseas - because gay people want to take rich people's money and put it in their butts. Mark my word, if Obama is reelected, we will have gays walking our streets with ill-gotten corporate money in their butts.

YOUR ERSATZ ACADEMIC PROFILE

Rebus Johansson is interested in something really complicated and pretentious sounding that seems like no human being could possibly be interested in on any meaningful level. It probably includes the words "intersectionality" and "boundary". S/he is fascinated by the way that bodies move through space, and how colloidal functions integrate cross-sections of desire. Queerness. S/he is the author of the award-winning paper "(Re)structuring our heterogeneity: Toward a (post)feminist theory of integration".  H/er/is upcoming book, "Restraining the Other: Toward a (Post)Althusserian vision of selfhood" will be arriving from Simon and Schonberg in 2099.

GIVE ME THE GUN: A SHORT PLAY


Give Me The Gun

A man and woman are sitting on a couch. They make pleasant, boring conversation until a man runs on stage holding a gun.

Man: What the f-

Gunman: Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground!

Man and Woman, visibly shaken up, get down on their knees.

Gunman (waving his gun at the couple): Alright! Just listen to me and no one gets hurt! Okay! Nobody's gonna get hurt if you just give me the gun!

A short silence.

Man: But -

Gunman: Just give me the gun! Hand over the gun and nobody's gonna get hurt!

Woman: But -

Gunman: It's not that hard, people! Just give me the gun and everybody's gonna be okay!

The man and woman look at each other.

Man: But...you have the gun. We don't have any gun.

Gunman (getting crazier): Just shut up! Everybody shut up and listen to me! All you have to do is hand over the gun and nobody gets hurt. Everything is gonna be okay if you just do what I say!

Another period of silence. The gunman keeps shakily pointing the gun at the couple.

Gunman (yelling crazily): I said just hand over the gun!

Woman: Honey, just give him the gun!

Man (shocked): What the hell are you talking about? I -

Gunman: JUST GIVE ME THE -

The gun goes off, still pointing at the couple, but the gunman falls over dead. The couple look at each other.

END

A NOTE FROM YOUR SUPEREGO

Hey Chris,

this is just your superego. So, like, isn't there something better you could be doing right now? I know you just wanted to watch Battlestar Galactica tonight, but weren't you a little on the fence about whether that show was too nerdy for you anyway? I mean, what would everybody say if they found out you watched it, right? Cybots or whatever? Come on dude. You're not really the kind of person that likes that stuff, are you? I don't know. Just something to consider. Instead of sitting around and watching TV you could go for a run. That would be a really great use of your time. You're probably really out of shape by now. You haven't been getting too much exercise since you graduated college and aren't on a soccer team anymore. Actually, speaking of college - aren't you like a hundred bajillion dollars in student loan debt? Shouldn't you be finding some kind of way to make money right now? That would be a great way to spend your time. You could be an online entrepreneur or something. You know, if you could just put a little effort forth, you could do something like that. Don't just sit around and do nothing! God!

Gee, I'm getting really worked up, Chris...

You know, you are really kind of a pathetic loser. You sit and stare at a computer for like 8 hours a day at your job, and then when you get home you just stare at a TV screen. What a lazy bastard. And do you even really have any friends anymore? I mean, yeah, there are people you hang out with occasionally, but can you really call any of them your "friends"? You're probably going to still be alone, doing the same shit you're doing now in 20 years, except for the obliterating suicidal misery that will be rending your life to pieces. Your social life is just not like it used to be back in college, when you used to run with Tony and James and all those guys...oh well. Man, you were really happy when you were a little kid. You'll probably never be that happy again.

Thanks,

your superego

PS

I don't mean to pester you, but it is kind of my job. Sometimes I can overstep my bounds a little, but it's for your own good, right?