2 more statements of identity

1.

Delete your twitter account for the rest of your life because twitter right now is already too beautiful to understand save that you can find the peace to do so. Stay up all night with the intention of penetrating the secret of one-off extinction so that you can live for now forever with me. The only things I will find beautiful in the future, in the life beyond the afterlife, are things that hardly exist . . . I found a tiny spot of our existence, shimmering musically, in that dimension, at that point only, infinitely weak, there is some You.

2.

God sees from my point of view but that means I am in the way. Can an angel lurk? I don’t think so, friendo. Quirked up is the mind of great bliss seeing emptiness which never reifies, ever. Quirked up means . . . extinctophagic bliss. Develop the unenviable position, the quantic softness of what Plato called the soul, so as to extend the parameters of survival. Her feet are tender, for she sets her steps, she is quirked down for oblivion. ‘I need three internets’ will mean ‘I have three internets’. Repetition furthers. Can an angel fuck? No, friendo, but only compared to god.