Spatáliolite(s)

spatáli (Greek) σπατάλη: wastefulness, prodigious, extravagance.
lithos (Greek) λῐ́θος: rock, stone.

Geological time: the Atlas of primordial waters
It is now and it is transcendent
It furnishes us with the artifice of our delusion
& transgresses the mantle of our imagination

Maybe only God can make a tree, but only that shovel, Big Muskie, can make a hole like this

On the far side of the moor
Beyond the silver birch and the buzzard’s perch
I dug a hole and lay in it
It was long and it was wide
With a heady scent
It could’ve been deeper
Much deeper
There was neither damp, nor cold
Some perversion of old
I fear no labour
It had the air of my mother’s tit
But we were raised by the bottle
Fuck Aristotle
In a world where elbows and tits collide
Elbows and tits
Elbows and tits

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism

when the salad bowl is passed, all one of us has to do is spit in it and it’s all his

“Spatáliolites(s)” represents a body of work—a body made manifest via
the spirit of the adolescent fire-starter, the essentialism of storytelling,
the epistemological autophagy of Modernity, 
and the need for good hydration.