Method:

Warm

List of Characters:
- Character 1
- Character 1 alter ego as Wheat
- Character 1 alter ego as It
- Character 1 alter ego as Every (new language)
- Memory of Brother
- Subconscious abstracted (new language)
- Chorus of wheat (new language)
- History (new language)
- Time (new language)
- Death

Act: 0 [character establishes his dominance against the wheat at his grandmother's home in southern Chicago but then remembers that he is in fact the wheat and as wheat is imagining being said character in order to complete a meditation exercise so that he may honor his dead brother who always lectured character on not taking the time to slow down enough].

Act: 0.1 [character establishes that his is not he but it, a compilation of histories and matter made up of explosions and past combinations in of materials and factors beyond his scope of reach. It then chooses not to concern itself with such ungraspable infinitudes, retracting into fear. From this state of fear It devises a plan to ruin ever aspect of thinking or feeling the true history of selfhood in all of the rest of the animated world. This is done so by poisoning history and collapsing time into a singular direction. The poison he chooses comes in the form of an idea that infects all who contrive language as a means of communicating and the collapse of time is generated by an abstract drawing of an arrow doodled in the sand.

Act: 0.2 [The sun goes super nova. All organic life and all the mineral components that comprise the known body of earth are atomized. In the instance before a section of cooking bed rock, which had been trusted to the sky in previous shifts of land, bears the indentation of an unharnessed wheat stalk.]

Act: 0.3 [Darkness envelops all things. A cloud, fog blankets all light from neighboring systems. character establishes that it is not an it but and everywhere among all the other everywheres that have always existed. As this happens Everywhere understands that everywhereness has no where, no location and becomes and Every and slips from the infinities into a state of compression and self-combusts to a ball of flames, a beacon, a signal, a call to others so far away. ]


Plant exercises on being a human character
thought 1: could i come to pass this week
or could i pass this week
we couldn't care, earn, pout
how can I stand when celebrities love fish just as I do
thought 2: should I be distraught to love, revealing my creep under the table
straining to comb each room i occupy
holding her to a hole
thought 3: When I am now
I ran streaks
naked in your room
wearing your clothes close
I am ordered to judge but I cannot hear but the
soft pop of fluids
thought 4: I wanted to live like a crow
but I instead rot in a sun dress. I have beak shame.
Instead I spit daises, ditches are no interest anymore.
thought 5: I know what it feels like to cup a chair. I reach out and guide my transfers with purpose. But I know your purpose is septic.





Your right,
Its steps one step right out side your analisis
That makes things peramic
Logical not of what you want to find

My set
Reaches one length
Stop where you stopped
And we fell away
A skyist precept
That echos
Fuck this
Everyone, even if informed they are ill
they want For their want
Because wanting
Is more important then what you can deduce

colliding. repulsing. now. maybe. you'll read it again. aloud.
eager for the sudden catch. in your brain's throat.
the tremor. in your heart's knee.
the floor.
The un- flooring beneath all things!


All together we are getting closer to nowhere
Which were so fearful of loosing
Prophetically dispelled and wretched,
Codified, and condemned to consumption
Of my old eyes


you'll have to trust the clams are hidden in the muck somewhere that my tears are guiltless that it's over now,

Lest begin the day with hectic armatures fitted to our bodies, thus un- simplifying the arc of our affections


then the oceans say yes, she says yes, the sun never darkens on your pleasure; nothing's said no to unreason poem a table and a stuffy room; a white scarf unclaimed. a year is a gray scarf hence; a dusty table a sealed room. a building locked and armed and upon whose bricks we spit and look askance like a world of such countries.

To this my darkness,
My friend, my cloud of me.
I narsiscate into oblivion,
Into compression,
Into pure illumination.
I burn for the seeing fee
.
To this my darkness,
I revolt as son. As cohort of death,
As incantation