Hayden Shuker’s

affectual works of
prose & lore made and presented in an independent, D.I.Y. fashion without any motive of profit, or treachery

branding exercise

I wish I had a friend who was as good at taking pictures of me as I am taking pictures of them and we could look at each other.

Gravity’s Rainbow Solipsistic Reading Group

I was on a trip to Wisconsin where I got kicked in the head by a big horse which radically changed my subjectivity. Now I am extremely literary. My favorite kind of text is body text. I’ve read a large body of text. I’ll be out on a long sleepy trip and someone may notice the sixth volume I pull out of my backpack. They drove me out to rural Nevada to leave me to the dogs and snakes. They thought they took everything but they forgot to take my library card. Five or more books in the same place are on a shelf made of mahogany. Reading has yet to be described hyperbolically. Think about this: life can be scattered entropically across the countryside because oppression no longer needs to be centralized. The captivity is inside your mind, the same place where words go to kick over the furniture. The cops could never patrol the total surface area within a book spine. If schools want kids to read they, should have big posters of Ho Chi Minh and Fidel Castro with rifes, telephones, and their fingers in between pages like it’s a bodily orifice.

the industrial history of sepa

Sealed sap scaring as age usurps,
the road grew thin by commerce heal.
In the plastered sagging sandstone earthworks,
beaten water turns the wheel.
Listen for its creaking still,
never seizing, the long dead mill.

sketches

I force fed stable diffusion a quantitative description of my life and published them here so I can hopefully "monetize my essence" without selling sperm. If the results spoke for themselves I wouldn't be talking:

interlude

I was expecting the feelings people give to artistry to be inaccessible to regular people, kind of like a runners high.
(Those are actually bullshit)
I'm not above it like I'm on a catwalk about a factory line.
Know this about me: I can't use my phone because I'm so thoroughly drenched in sweat the touch screen won't read my fingers, and none of my clothes are dry enough to wipe it off.
"I don't want any advice or information"
There is nothing to talk about.

pennsylvania sermon

just because its a dry county doesn't mean we can't have a little fun

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