Analyzing footage in the BLACK ROOM OF DEATH—
attempting to categorize the recovered blocks. Seeing
if there is any identity contained in the arrangement of
polyps or in their fractalizing behavior (a poylp upon a
polyp upon a polyp).
I am fantasizing an autonomous cancer—kept alive
by whatever biomatter it requires—left to grow into
something of unfathomable wealth.
A celestial body/ monolith/ living continent/
Polypforming the surrounding terrain until gaia has been
swallowed whole. Every artifical structure is suffocated
by pink mousse & a slog of irridescent meat. The flesh
demands growth or death. It is a mechanism with
velocity. It must always be moving towards something
(demise or perpetuation).



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