Heaven Punking

Jan 23, 2024

Tuesday January 23, 2024 | Florence Henri exploring making hay of doing away forgiving forgetting and loving and ignoring and sometimes exalting but generally fucking with and annihilating all the angles. And ignoring the crowd. Thankfully.

4:36am Seems like gorever. Frrvr. Forever. Seems like Forever, those numbers. And really that’s my point. Assuming I have one.

Funny thing, serious half baked thing, no thing some thing : I and or my words ideas lamguage lameguage were responded to once here (is the internet really a place? I’ve been asking this ever since I got here in ‘96) on grubflak with the observation remark hauty horntoot criticism diss dat the other complaint expression of unhealed wound/fear of fucking of music thats art thats song thats writing thats gutteral gutterborne gutter-angled utterance human barks that are is Timeless Cosmic and Universal but perhaps shameful for those in sore need for a fun time or place to do their own fuckin Heroes Journey — snd ehat zIm trying to say erite ehatever on in about or at the do cslled interswept is yhis that this person said I and or my words were

pointless

pointless.

. . . . p. o . i . o. n. . . t le. s .. s . s . . . .

oinkless poisonless positionless lesslessness Lessingless anointless

less

hm. well I found that a little hurtful. At first. Then I found that a rich snd sumptuous idea place whatever to explore consider make and eat mincemeat of. Then I found myself going deeper into the rather pointed pontificating panopticon of porpoiseless purposeful plethora of pancake mix of eordiness (huh. reducing my eord gut to one loudy lousy word is horrifically and excellently minimal to say the least, er, or not say the least. but I applaud snd damn such a nilatious stroke of infantile genius snd yeah Im lesving in my typos having gone flown! without! fuckin sutocorrect buddy do as they say in amy industry including or probably especislly the Life! Industry: Deal eith it muthafruter!) pointy personhood eho should would did take the the time energy snd precious disbelief and aim it nesrly homoerotically at my pointless parts — and asking myself if do than Why would yhey say that shy would they not say that eho sm I for fuckin cry sakes whats the big deal about Art fer cryin pointless out loud or even minimally hey dork face have or seen sny of your own wounds lately or fo you live in some voidy dodo place that put the fuckin voodoo on that rich hippie so like those wounds font dont exist only fuckin eords baf eriting bad barfing good barfing better homes and barfing but not Universal Barking! exists, accusatory junkless jungleless no funk in your trunk turncoat lurkink or jerking off at the Arts do smd do, er do, so snd do. Shit. Im a little worked up cuz this fool touched right near a raw fuckin wound for me called

waste

daddy waste

shitless waste

unappreciative of waste waste

no bad taste

only good taste

for this freak

well

I have no taste

or thirst for good taste

or bad taste

or no taste

cuz I tasted all that

amd found that therez enuff room for tastelessness and lessness and lessingness

the lessnessness lessingness beyond lessdressyness lessbestyness lessstressyness lessimpressiness

dude

I am barking above heaven with everything I got so that sound of that will ping around the clouds gain speed lose form disappear then echo back snd maybe beyond me — so that I might hear myself and understand who I was who I am and who I can be

Here’s some pointless points from Florence Henri, unsewurnced unsewuenced unseweredness snd unsequenced and of vourse without sny autocorrect what so never, bub. Heaven punging — Heaven Punking

5:45am Pretty fantastic numbers in the light or shadow of the Full Moon, so yes. I will take those. And those at Heart. And those to Heart. And those with Heart. Are you with Heart?

I see

Avant Garde Heart.

So yeah I finished some writing yesterday and to inturrupt my Salf further Fuhrer, The Interruption Führer, as it wührer — I was going to mention now how I was writing er liveblogging last night after not livebogging at all, so wanted to ska-weeze one in there cuz I love liveblogging but was so waywürd slewp sleepy that I was nodding off then snapping awake when my thumb eould involuntaryly type something and by gum I can see now in hindsight which is kind of an unsightly sorta profane word that may ass lude to lewdly seeing out ones ass but now I think of the Shaman Trickster Jester Shadow and how in order to grow heal let go embrace grow Love Bro Love Sista Love fuvkin Love! Love ya hotta gotta have Heart gotta get ya some Heart got get wit ya some Heart and fart out your lovely beautigul feudy tooty gaul haul out ya pointy pointless ass and smell that bed of noses that youve been stinking on. Fun buddy!

Hey you dont have to look smart be smart eat smart (actually you do) rook smart Turk smart twerk smart to feel great. But please. Smell you own farts and know what a beautiful cosmic creature transforming and being transformed by whatever you wanna call this Experience, dude. And think

whatever

Here’s some more Florence Henri, maybe some piece of mud music cuz Im flying, LiveLessingBallin n rollin butt ever bleedbloggin as in LIVEBLOG3000n free in my Heart as a Shaman Bird, pointless cutey ass you. Here. Get ya some