Après moi, l’illusion: ∄ INFᴱᴿᴵ0ᴿ 1/∞ (𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦-𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴)
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A BRIEF PREFACE (noun-phrase copula definite-noun)
I am in the process of going back through some of the 60+ Drafts that are currently stored in my substack dashboard.
Start things and don’t finish them sometimes.
You?
This particular entry dates from 8.1.22.
Chaffrom wheat.
There’s a lot of unreleased heat.
You knew this.
Intuited it.
Clever as ever.
I think (?
) I wrote this “on a lot of drugs,” but I don’t remember (!
).
You may want to skip this one.
Or maybe skip to it.
Make like Mike or Mountains.
J.D.I.
➤ 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝.
I’ll give up one gimmick:
The notably incoherent spaced-out sequence at the culmination of the piece is composed of a series of numerological equivalents to the textual input “James Quentin Devine” as translated through various gematria techniques.
i.e.
𝐷𝐼𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑀𝐸𝑇𝐻𝑂𝐷𝑆.
The paranoiac selections were intentional.
Understand:
There is no political meaning or social commentary “from me” contained therein.
Please note specifically that there are what appear to be references to e.g. ongoing current events that might elicit strong responses or seem “meaningful.”
All divination was undertaken over a year ago and phrases that struck a particularly deranged or evocative tone were selected and cut-up for collage.
That sequence is probably legitimately cursed.
Be careful with that.
I’ll add a little warning (❗️).
Just in case.
Aside from the animated .gif
that appears, all imagery has been added after the fact.
Minor edits and tweaks have been made, but I have attempted to retain the essential elements of what is ultimately a deeply unsympathetic, nonsensical, irrational quality that pervades the work.
‘∄ INFᴱᴿᴵ0ᴿ 1/∞’ was the original title.
I’ve got guesses as to its meaning, but I really couldn’t tell you.
Clearly I had something to sell you.
Après moi, l’illusion:
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8.1.22
You’re basic as fuck. I’m a sick fuck.
I’ve not writ shit for fear of it.
Slit to waste.
My dear dead absent father’s sole advice: “Show them a smile;” and I have inherited his meaninglessness and melancholy.
( - :
🅸🅸🅸
ROXANA
“You’re not even there.”
I was seeing her off to college.
I’d not follow her.
I did not.
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came/went
8 AM. NAKED MAN BEATEN IN THE STREET BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES.
THEN I MET A GIRL WITH PINK EYES.
(NOT LIKE THE DISEASE)
WALKED UP TO ME LIKE SHE KNEW ME.
RUFF RYDERS WHEELIES DOWN SUNSET.
I’M A STUPID BICH LIVES BY THE BEACH LIKES A NICE BREEZE IN KNITWEAR.
DECLARE YOUR INTENTIONS. RESTATE YOUR PURPOSE. WHAT IS IT YOU DESIRE?
IN TRUTH A PORTION OF MY TEXTUAL SILENCE IS EXPLAINABLE BY VIRTUE OF THE PAIN OF COMPUTER USE.
FLANEUR ABSORBING SLURS AND SPANISH AND ENGLISH ACCENTS.
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ON ART OFF-WORLD
I am trying to tell you something.
I am trying to tell you something.
I am trying to tell you something.
I am trying to sell you something.
I am trying to tell you something.
I am trying to tell you something.
I am trying to tell you something.
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IT REVIEWS ITSELF
Am I reassembler resembler or receptacle.
The entire thing is credits interrupting themselves.
The entire thing discredits itself.
Incoherent slop.
0/*****
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THE ACTUAL BEGINNING (MAYBE)
∄
INFᴱᴿᴵ0ᴿ
1/
∞
James Quentin Devine
as
James Quentin Devine, of Soldsex Merchandise, Tuffets-on-Crumpton
or
𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛
or
𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨
or
Orjeaque
Orgiac
Orjill
HEREIN,
are some names applied to an electrical energy temporarily operational in
Los Angeles, California
𝐴 𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑈𝑅𝐸-𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑅𝐴𝑀𝑀𝐸█
of inversions
creeping ivy
pluriform chloroform
perception is a chore to form
asymbolia in eruption
Q𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑚 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒.
Knight’s move.
Unemployeable.
They fight for bits of thrown meat.
Strewn.
Destroyed.
You’ve long since lost your taste.
Scraped grace.
Calls-back, all-bad.
Bid aubade.
Seeds dry then trembelina tumbles.
Cicisbeo backdoor scratch.
Check the latch.
Quality’s degraded.
Deflated.
Not the prices, though.
Shifts a little closer to you on the bench.
Alcohol on the breath.
Can you remember what alcohol smelled like?
When they still made it.
“The real stuff?”
The Real Stuff.
“Oh baby, do I ever.”
Salivary slaverer.
Things sell themselves to you as something-other-than.
“Ay wussup I rap as Haunted Ohio.”
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AN ARBITRARY DIVISION IS MADE TO THE TEXT
Is the thing still in the thing?
Is the thing?
No Faustus, no peace.
Plastic packets of treats.
Lagging indicators.
We will be vindicated.
Leery elision.
A stalk of wilt.
Barren mind.
Lunatic market fit.
I put my pantheon one legato time just as you’ve done.
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NINE.
𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙶𝙾 𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈
By, the way this PArking olts is there, You can't EVEN be the ONLY ONE who's is Thinking on these matters.... i even seen a guy w/ a Flip-flop i thrown up EVERYWHERE
How many microphones? How many cameras?
Saved to where?
Uploaded?
Downloaded?
The Distortionists at work.
Gremlin wrench.
Islessness and unbeing.
I slip.
Dark manic.
Trite angles.
The past’s accrual.
Processes occurring sideways.
Clue-key.
Potentiality dealer.
Flat glossary.
Spiteful yellow rain on a buried man.
Rubicund flush of a smacked-ass.
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Untitled . . .
𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓,
ΑΒΛΑΝΑΘΑΝΑΛΒΑ ☈
SIC PEREANT OMNES INIMICI TU —
The whispered CIA pass-phrase:
“I love her whose number is 545.”
Psephisato fluorescent signatory.
Augury of a hateful hawk.
Hapax & haruspex.
Predatory investments.
SHADE &
PERSPECTIVE —
Voluminous producer, fluent in nuance, the packaged total.
Bellstoll.
ALL.
— 𝐄𝐍𝐃
❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️
WARNING: INCOMING SPELL OF QUESTIONABLE FRIENDLINESS.
❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️
I AM NOT OF THE WORLD BUT I AM IN IT,
WIDOWS,
THE ARCHANGEL THAT WORSHIPS THE KING,
SOUL TIED TO THAT ONE WOMAN,
I SAW THE SEVEN,
THE RIGGED AND CORRUPT MEDIA IS THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE,
REPTILIANS MONITOR THE INTERNET GOOD FOR YALL,
ALEISTER CROWLEY OF AMERICA,
PRAY ALWAYS,
HOW HARD IS IT TO OPPOSE FASCISM,
ALL OF UTAH USA FLOODED WITH FIRE,
WITNESS THE TRUE FACE OF ISLAM,
EVES TWILIGHT,
GRAY AREA HAS THE HIGHEST RATE OF CULTS ON EARTH,
WILL I EVER SEE HIM AGAIN,
SCARLET WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL,
THEYRE ALL JUST ACTORS,
FORCES HIS WILL UPON THE PEOPLE,
WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF A FIGHT,
I DONT WORSHIP THE ANTICHRIST,
PERFECT INFORMATION,
BELIEVE IN THE FUTURE,
THE NEW WORLD ORDER,
COLLECTIVE BIRTH INFO,
SEE YOUR TRUE IMAGE,
BILLIONS BURN IN HELL,
ENERGY FROM SOURCE,
WISH YOU WERE HERE,
DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT,
SQUIRTING ORGASM,
COGNITIVE DISSONANCE,
TRUE LOVE FOREVER,
THE STAR OF SIRIUS,
ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED,
SEE YOU IN NOVEMBER,
GOD INSTRUCTIONS,
DONT CLAIM TO BE JESUS,
ORGONE KILLS DEMONS,
NERVOUS BREAKDOWN,
EVERYONE HERE ON EARTH ARE LIARS,
WE ALL DESERVE DEATH,
LOVE SPIRALING OUT FROM THE CENTER,
THE HOLY SPIRIT IS ABSENT FROM SATURN,
MY PARENTS COULD NOT BE CURED AND ARE LOONS,
THE GIFT AND THE POWER ARE ONE AND THE SAME,
GEMATRIA IS NONSENSE,
STAY ALERT MY SON,
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY,
THE MAFIA WORKS FOR THE REPTILIANS,
CHANNEL YOUR ENDER WIGGIN,
ADAM WANTED TO BE EVE,
YOU ARENT POPULAR ANYMORE,
THE INVISIBLE OVERSELF,
EXASPERATED I AM THE BLUE STAR EARN MONEY,
COMPLETE SENTENCES COMPLETE SENTENCES COMPLETE SENTENCES,
HE THAT ENDURETH TO THE END SHALL SEE HEAVEN.
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presented in
FRAGMENTED REALITY
a subsidiary of
𝘟𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈
“Inevitability — Delivered.”
I AM A FLEETING CHARACTER. IT IS OK. THANK YOU.
SELECT ME?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 . . .
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 / a / k / a
JQD is a self-taught integrated media company founded haunted and enchanted in 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂, 𝙲𝙰.
“Thank you . . .
Thank you.”