[Single Everywhere]

Single everywhere.
Digest that statement for a second.
Even my oceanic fucks are not given.
The information passed in a cultural fashion accumulates in the form of knowledge and tradition, but the stress of this definition is on the mode of transmission of the information, rather than its result.
No one is ever really quite sure what to make of you, which manifests throughout each day as a multitude of polite, awkward smiles from strangers.
Was that inappropriate.

Fine feathers make fine birds.
It’s not rocket surgery.
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.

John Lowther, 2016

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Remixed works:
“Digest that…” & “Even my oceanic fucks…”, genderbitch blog’s Words and Offense
“The information passed…”, by John Tyler Bonner, Margaret La Farge, in The Evolution of Culture in Animals
“No one is ever…”, by Bi-Gender Idealism blog, in Thanks David
“I only want sympathy…”, by Fall Out Boy

[It's Impossible to Ignore Them]

It’s impossible to ignore them.
People with penises that is.
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The class falls deathly silent.
We live with barriers intact.

We don’t like it here.
Set me free little girl.
My will has chosen life.
Glad you had the time.
She stares right through me.

Teenagers — adapt or die.
Moral perversion comes in steps.
It really, really, desperately does.
We always joked about this.
Your tells are so obvious.

I eat with my eyes.
My heart will go on.
We gotta take it out.
Let it be a secret.
Your submission will come up eventually.

John Lowther, 2016

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Remixed works:
“It’s impossible to…” , Caroline Siede’s Female heroes are even more important for boys than girls
“The class falls…”, Mighty Ducks fan fiction
“Set me free…”, by The Kinks
“Teenagers…”, by Katniss for Senate, 2016.
“Moral perversion…”, by solitaryroad
“It really, really…”, freethoughtblogs’ Fourth Wave: Part Two
“Your tells…”, Against Me!’s Trangender Dysphoria Blues

[Yes, Miss Snake]

Yes, Miss Snake.
I was eaten by God.
Insignificant.
You just hate it.
There is no ‘me’.
Do as you’re told.
That’s big game.
The doors closed.
Go bite a pillow.
I was a tickle top.
To better myself.
It would be easy.
The brave words.
My humor is my own.
It’s an illusion.
And now you know.
The jungle wins.
What a surprise.
You were my life.
It’s not too late.
Stop resisting.
I want to be seen.
It’s there all the time, driving me out to wander the streets, following me,
silently, but I can feel it there.
Save it sunshine.
I’ve seen enough.

John Lowther, 2016

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Remixed works:
“Yes, Miss Snake.”, by Mr. I-Don’t Smile, on Wattpad
“Go bite a pillow.”, by IMUS in the Morning
“I was a tickle top.”, John Water’s A Dirty Shame, Tony the Tickler (Michael Willis)
“It’s there all the time…”, Fritz Lang’s M, Hans Beckert (Peter Lorre)

O Love is a Mortal Muse of Fear

Love is a stranger
And never seen.
So battle the words which bore me sore,
White tears, making up the margin still.

Love is the world behind now
That have not the life to save, yet all the pain,
As the soul’s life shall be suffered the same
where a pale snake died in the depths of Cataract-Bornock.

O Love is a mortal Muse of fear,
That nightingales
Joy to disgrace and commend to the dead
By the boundless air wind-leafery
And a song of sharps,
Warriors, hissings, and beaked pardoning.
They sing with all the swine in hell,
And Marvos, sounding wild,
Cries Eternal.

The Combed Thunderclap, 2016

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Language model:
Traditional English Poetry

Quartelbarries

that one with the quartelbarries
he’s an archist, a rustleman
he four fat stiners shawly
gives a great shine
aye, he’s the right one for the headly bearders
that wet wipe
greatrags and fat gripes
unwipening on green fingers
snotty hands
says he’s a man of the eyes and soul
nay’s a man to the window water
house, boys and pints
a manchical is he
parcan and bangread
boisterous eaps and laugh capquested
bested by a waiting
a waiting up a professacka stirtion
pissed and coybegat
beer bested he was
that solate time
remaintearding into the night
when a will spronged him
a nightly dark with a cutch and scair
stole his stick
and a wobble of his wauntain soul
until he lay there dispaping
and the moon black house
his half moans lorged

we bounced our heels
while the ambulance screaked
and the quartelbarry squeaked

The Combed Thunderclap, 2016

Algorithmic approach:
Machine Learning

Language model:
Ulysses, by James Joyce

[I Like Beats]

I like beats.
I like to do it.
I like having the clean sheet.
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

I love your words.
I love when I get lost.
I love to say fuck.
I love to be in my studio, naked, smoking and drinking alone.

I don’t think I said a word.
I was in the classic tunnel and saw the glow of light around a bend when they shut my lungs down to mess with the tumors with the radio frequency ablation.
I speak without knowing it.
How you love your precious gift.

John Lowther, 2016

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Remixed works:
“I like beats”, by Detective Orange
“I like to do it”, by K.C. and the Sunshine Band
“I like having the clean sheet”, by Amy Feldman, in Bomb Magazine
“I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me”, by Noel Coward
“I love to say fuck”, by Murderdolls
“I love to be in my studio, naked, smoking and drinking alone”, by Buika, in S.F. Gate
“I speak without knowing it”, by Jacques Lacan, in On Feminine Sexuality: The Limits of Love and Knowledge

[This is Bullshit]

This is bullshit.
If you separate the pieces, you’re killing it.
Emotions that, if cut, would bleed.
But the whole thing—the cries, the blood, the agony—gave me relaxation and a certain pleasure.

I invite the reader to be patient with these seeming detours.
A philosophical system is not a dead piece of furniture that we can reject or accept as we wish; it is rather a thing animated by the soul of the person who holds it.

God, I’m trisexual.
I reject that label.
If it is, it is.

John Lowther, 2016

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Remixed works:
“If you separate the pieces, you’re killing it”, by Bob Dylan, in The Independent
“Emotions that, if cut, would bleed”, by Haruki Murakami, in The New Yorker
“But the whole thing—the cries, the blood, the agony—gave me relaxation and a certain pleasure”, by Andrei Chikatilo (serial killer), quoted at Murderous Minds
“I invite the reader to be patient with these seeming detours”, by Rosemary Hennessy, in Profit and Pleasure: Sexual Identities in Late Capitalism
“A philosophical system is not a dead piece of furniture that we can reject or accept as we wish; it is rather a thing animated by the soul of the person who holds it”, by JG Fichte, in The Science of Knowledge: With the First and Second Introductions
“God, I’m trisexual”, by John Waters, in The Guardian
“I reject that label”, by Peter Triolo Jr., in What the Church Forgot to Remember: The Misplaced Priorities

[Sissy is the New Sexy]

Sissy is the new sexy.
Philosophy should also be the poetry of language, the utopia of thinking.
Culturally, ass is the new pussy.
As an unsymbolizable point is approached, words or grammatical sequences become congealed, a protection against the proximity of the hole.
Ram it up your poop shoot.
The text is always an accomplice, if not a perpetrator.
Actually, every woman has a cock.
They are so very identical that they cannot be drawn apart.

John Lowther, 2016

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Remixed works:
“Sissy is the new sexy”, by blacksissykid, on Tumblr
“Philosophy should also be the poetry of language, the utopia of thinking”, by Peter Sloterdijk, in You Must Change Your Life
“Culturally, ass is the new pussy”, by Asa Akira, quoted at Salon
“Ram it up your poop shoot”, by Frank Zappa, in Broken Hearts are for Assholes
“The text is always an accomplice, if not a perpetrator”, by Matthew Mullins, in L.A. Review of Books
“Actually, every woman has a cock”, by Pussy Riot, on Facebook
“They are so very identical that they cannot be drawn apart”, by GWF Hegel, in Lectures on Logic: Berlin

[Sexiness is Overrated]

Sexiness is overrated.
I didn’t understand the rule.
It was dominated by class.
People just have to blow it up.
Ornament is no longer a crime.
We are insulted with theory.
It was a process of reduction.
This happens in several ways.
It was a logistical nightmare.
Nobody will ever eliminate the polyvocality of desire.
Identities are reified social categories from which we should emerge, not within which we should be compelled to remain.

John Lowther, 2016

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Remixed works:
“Sexiness is overrated”, by Isabel Marant, in Elle Canada
“I didn’t understand the rule”, by former baseball umpire Ron Luciano
“It was dominated by class”, by Lee Child, in Worth Dying For
“People just have to blow it up”, by Eileen Myles, in The Guardian
“Ornament is no longer a crime”, by Charlotte Rivers, in Maximalism: The
Graphic Design of Decadence & Excess
“It was a process of reduction”, by Genesis P-Orridge, in The Guardian
“This happens in several ways” by Upendra Baxi, in The Crisis of the Indian
Legal System. Alternatives in Development: Law
“It was a logistical nightmare”, in Reading Eagle
“Nobody will ever eliminate the polyvocality of desire”, by Guy
Hocquenghem, in Homosexual Desire
“Identities are reified social categories from which we should emerge, not
within which we should be compelled to remain”, by Michael
Rectenwald, in The North Star

[My Life Fades, My Vision Dims]

My life fades, my vision dims.
Said the man to the dog.
Beauty is so boring.
Assimilation turns us all into friends.
I like being a sexual fantasy.
Actually I’m a very light sweater.
The sensations derive from the idea.
At night, I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it.
And that’s not exceptional, that’s usual.

Make these your primary action items.
Put the stiletto to the metal.
A body is not just a collection of organs, but a place onto which culture inscribes itself.
I didn’t really taste the urine.

John Lowther, 2015

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Remixed works:
Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior, by George Miller
Wilfred (episode: Compassion)
Star Trek: First Contact
I like being a sexual fantasy (Facebook Page)
Refusing to be a Man: Essays on Social Justice, by John Stoltenberg
The Piano, by Jane Campion
The Asphalt Jungle, by John Huston
Fight Club, by David Fincher
RuPaul’s Drag Race
Please Select Your Gender, by Patricia Gherovici
Young Doctors in Love, by Garry Marshall