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The Department of Linguistic Records
Lanny Quarles (Great Skull Zero)
NOVA #8
the cyborg doctor, but these human vessels are treated not unlike certain holy objects that exist within the decrepit christian nexus, a parasitic, ranged to symbiotic neurosis vector existing on the cancerous belief circuitry of the collective society...
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of the collective society, an autophagic vector-circus. Crinoline-apoplectic-paralysis, conundrumming. Catatonic vortex, asyluminous, scintillates in code matrices at the vertical conjuntion of a violinear hypothesis. Antagonism between existential and logico-rational thought. Notes from inside the retarded cafe'. WE GOT SIXTY TONS OF RAW DEATH TO DROP THIS MORNING BUT ITS GREAT TO BE ALIVE.. GONNA KISS HIS SWEET MAMA HELLO. TEXAS, I BEEN GONE TOO LONG,AND I'LL LEAN DOWN AND KISS THE GROUND You will now be given access to level one of the cybernetic matrix of the institute, the primary language centers. Only so many of~the stimulus patterns will be allowed into your sector, as we have installed a decoder, or synthetic ego, that will translate some of the mindless chatter...Some of your own memory circuits will fire as well and be released into the matrix. Concentrate, and, "Move slowly...does /as much a~the
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ordinary woman.. flashlight over chinese n66dles at
dawn. .croco registering "MAKARA" to all the nations of the world, at prime moment X, to texas river fluid, to doctors digressing dialogue. Slow langurous bulls wandering, wandering. invisible disease wandering down an empty windy street.. .boy in socks manages a break-in on an abandoned rent house...coded to Huff street..shivered for hours in a hollow shell..house with four rooms... six closetts and a utility niche where the last archer was found...cruel hands...pause over telephone. nightwatchman judged a man with police fingers..Flashes out a call--left TO TRICKLE, OREO ROGER DELTA CONSHIP LAUNCHED RIGHT OUT OF BAGHDAD in ozone hate, bending elbows in newspaper files, to insert directions at the flashing red gumball machines...stole
somnam-monom deelop-polbi tits funterrie george the second frog unrolls guns soft furr-blood irish chocolate pots on oval sauce boats flips scatters it onto the snakes rolling io floating jupiterse intromagick sleeping pawnshop of the penanggalan canal monkei above a load on yoro-yume' timor sea grand canal past the wisdom tooth is going soft io in the twilight fragments where nunn slept till creation congealing flow red sly silent verse of infallible iron works somnanosecondsensing tweeping-terrible endings rasping out to never see a group of masked lovers another vision J. Junn Haymarket in the form of a majestic wine wine taster and sugar bowl into the mouth go into his door way all wearing rare early ming blue and white potiches marked with pastiches fzire into thee cave death 0 tureen cockatou dinner service until on-on glows with her weak hands hand me bob white quail energy oozes out around the temples of silver guilt mirror plateau the nile to his eyes have been closing and stand on oval salvers sawn into ish and gussies fore-always in a form and always weeping 'bove 'er never-never nerve loss into eagle gypsy blood acre stoppin' lack tidal hubam-lowan past the lydian king intill nox go greet unter flips out and up the grey haired son of rock cum freezing relief go ferchios go to allad to polygonia squares light up dark surges crying sitting sobbing frying so ist es recht loose demotic velocity into your the big ratskellar mouth git go into track verse the hop-joint of the mounted no verse all roads lead to rome tease not old rosin the beau slow whispers unroll-loin show sanguis ire in the going of the tea-pot circus uno-kiko olo-dolo black in the lung circus of the dogs tidal hub flows red slivers who chasing blue roan horses deliver sanctity dose demotick velox into your off-beat somnanolo black unto the wedgewood blue and white jasper bachanallian boys tidal house cond-sensing terrible endings see the hortatrix rasping out mouth go into his hortatrix dotage never-am lowan inti onoxox 0 haek genua omniac delli-ti jonom/monome deelop I know the barley corn ploutas has a pash for love with his messer bonifaced ludus polloiti unterrie frog ik cumyawa sterl ist yolgold intestines the silver entrails
a Persian surrealist might see, a broken umbrella with the altered significance of an aquatic skeleton, a sort of fossil of dream, the fibrous residue of mental echinoderms whose civilisation has changed within the ocean of time to become servants of animals who are but the suitcases for subtler species. Umbrella in the gutter, all torn up. Vente Au Maroc.
Energy and Entropy: Phase Change. Danse du Ventre: Mollesse Lascive. Hic Jawana rolls his first Jawana of the evening as the old green train goes rolling by below in the cool rain. It has occured to him of late that a man with money can smuggle anything anywhere. For him it is costa rica and peru which tittilate the brain, the cheap cocaine, the jungle, all serve to enforce this all pervading passion. As for me, I cannot completely enjoy this frenzy of dangerous dreams. He belives me to be a eunique, or worse. Such are human minds, small, primarily polar in their insights, pitiful, really. Such is the world. If one does not reflect madness, one is weak I suppose. It is all incosequential to me. I exist because I burn with love, because I am being eaten by this great beautiful monster of life, and green hair, razor-stones and feathered hieroglyphs fall from my lips whose bark is raw with the crust knashings of vast savannahs of cheese and reason and night like a neverending lake which is a hand using slow gestures known to all men I need-knot to prove nothing. Nothing will prove itself. like: The blue Mosque is the sky, is the perfection of sky.... blue gazelles leaping in the great fast of the desert. My head is nigh, an aztec pueblo, a long pueblo, as tall and long as the great wall, le Chinois... and built by the same men in later years, ghosts, masons of the spirit, chinese indian mudmen fingering the earth with lucid tools running their jade dream hands through forked red beards of snow, halos steaming in the snow... My blue Mosque is a temple of air where perfection is filtered through walls of palpitating doves.... flaming spheroids of kuf ic serpents erupt from my chest, my skin like a kinesiology of image bearing screen... I see the Muezzin is a gelatinous astronaut poised in the rondure of the inscrutable
foreverstaring this obsessed undresser of woman this oversexed canvas this dripping mentula of a brush hungry brush tortured brush flamed I suffer I suffer from hot love and living hope I drain my very self onto this world hours with the mad earthly houris these perfect dolphins of innocent human sin I carress I stroke myself I am no more than a construction of archetypal quiverings a solitary DeChirico mannequin with bulging eyes a little green man hopping through momentary windows chasing the feminine manifestation of the rowan tree the white goddess rules my heart a forrest of paintbrushes surrounds me nudes jolt about hiding from me I am Schitzandra Modigliani woman yes ALL woman but dressing like a man a painter this I am El Narcisso beatifico I am nothing an insect before the immortal forms that parade before me nothing but absolute attentiveness I watch I drip I paint I pain I make the terrible pain of beauty come alive before me I rip back the logical frontier my hand is in the flesh of time i wash it around and make catastrophes of blazing color warmth is coming true love all spirits in cryptolabyrinthine pauses this random plea for sacred trust the burden of themystic the donkeys ignite my caravan of trussed up paintings I a beautiful bedoum carrying my paintings across trackless deserts sand and wind polishing the hues my mind is liquid the dunes look like the rolling hills of womanf lesh hips eternal hips of my goddess camels ancient and golden the harem of my dream clouds like hair strange postures grief and golden severed heads sex with the sun sex with the sun a long blue leg my eye a gong a mouth over my brush my cock sliding over the palette my lips being painted by indian maiden my teepee of towering canvass I sleep in the crack of two huge stone buttocks the cleavage between night and day dream and waking this solitary shrine I am a fountain a goddess white milk pouring from my mouth the ocean is a canvas of water I beome the white soft skin the flesh gorge deepest cave mother haunts here now go trances are lifted mosques of golden tongues peopled with a thousand naked madonnas hair in rainbow spectrums THE BODY OF LOVE LOVEUS BODY ressurection birth boundry trinity liberty
at the edge of this panoramic facade of wonder.... I hover here thinking, beat pilgrimage, silly tourist, stoned me, lost in the shadow warp of the African terminus....
(in his djellaba they all called him Ali Baba)
Lead nitrate plus potassium iodide equals, "I have forty fingers and each is a thief, is a plough in the offal of being." Hamri at the Cafe' D'Paris where the President of the Master musicians of Jajouka is havinghis afternoon mint The', Morroccan whiskey the faithful call it. I stand there dumbfounded by the mad shoeshine boy with his rumpled baggy skin, skin like a calf, which is how the British say Cafe'; "Let's pop round to that little calf and have some tea." Yes brother eats alone in his dirty city. Centertown like a beast gnawing his shoulders, his waif's grin has melted into the face of dispair as the Citroen drives away in a blast of diesel and mucous flashboard cigarette cards burning counterclockwise round the mandala of secular eases... The great Cromagnon moon lisps in its concurrent vortex of oceanic wonder... Hamak! You are a Kirazee Bastard!
[I am the voice of the beyond, consciousness unfurled, this pale human fetish hangs, a sad jangling puppet on the monofilament of memory. Now, my furious brothers, the exploding narrative begins, wind haze trees, the sky is my face and I a dream driven to mad ~ majesty.] ....in the great heraldic mom~ntaries o~ the ~h~ting moodsands the lamenting of beggars warm us as a flame' f~onj t~ spurting depths of Armenian corar.... I am hungry.... I am nonsense syllables.... We sleep heavily in the grotto of Hercules casting off our wizened goiters like dabloons restamped with the moorish ensign. We become the spider-legged camels of the Andalusian Dali. Dali, fez-hatted, wrapped, rapt, tangled in a chaos of babies, in an exquisite caftan of luminous plesiosaur, dancing with Sebsi on the lichen covered skulls of elephants. We are the residue of the fifties, the sluff, the new toillette paper of the eternal paper-mill of Durrell in his black book. What would Dickens say of the modern Tangier? he would cleave to the Berber women and the beggars, calling them his wayward family
into the queasy from Black coffee and sniffin' snuff 3:56 a.m. Killian Street Air-conditioner face summer lonely bliss movie blues singing no words into the clear-plastic fan-blade Nommo Silver Fox universes caresses asses. Green stars form halo around Thor Hyderbad-doll-Tiki~Head in Polynesian mystery dream, a viscious hot-rod roller-coaster through sexual miasma of Killer Whales, white parts gone red with blood darting through giant submerged skull rings worn by hazy video warp ghouls who fondle with virtual time travel hands t~~11 uncontrollable nuclear meltdown nipples of Martha Wa ~ ~ amoe~oid
FRED FRED THE COFFEE CUP HEAD FILL IT UP DONT Go TO BED
FRED FRED THE COFFEE CUP HEAD FOUND YOU LYIN IN A CARTOON SHED
FRED IS CRAZY FRED IS LAZY BUT OLE FRED IS NEEER HAZY
FRED FRED THE COFFEE CUP HEAD FILL IT UP DONT Go TO BED
FRED FRED THE COFFEE CUP HEAD YABBA DABBA DOO UNTIL YOUR DEAD
HE'S A JUNKY HE'S A FLUNKY BUT HE LOST HIS BODY SO HE AINT NO
MONKEY.
Flintstones chewable vitamins are good to chew, especially while you slam down eight cups of Costa Rican coffee waiting to go
languidly rest in different levels of gelatin forming threedimensional ice-n-gelatin poem. Young chinese girls aid grandfather with his shaving, his thoughts form the words for a speach being given at another man's funeral. Giant green dandylions roar on zebra-skin escalator frightening pygmy shoppers, Zulu hair dressers pierce noses with haircut. Yellowed furred bunnies wearing overalls form a tuba-playing parade past rows of floating blue-winged black derby hats with green octopus tentacles hanging from the inside like entrails from a split pig, a cop i've just garotid artery dangling to snap-dragon ivories peeling shit from death bunkers solving with liquid electric cut-up hands the tribal conclivities of the world judgement plan a stinky but swanky trade in the temperate zones occluded by raving alcoholic wu-li dick noses in the skip tracer trade ass wholes by nature they twist in private moments into the prime evil swamp ooze their governments try to emulate like the cantankerous nets of army ants whose graceful cooperation is an inspiration to the multi-faced general imbeciles car like forlorn trete' de raisons roll over tycho trainset a cute set up really quite modern when you come to realize just how long it will all last to marrooned babboons rolling softly in nevernever fields of Macadamia nuts hairy and oval expressing the breathing of an ecumenical heart of tidy sufferings soft black pillows surround the huge baby turtle a symbol of the complete and indifferent attitude I have about the gross and vulgar chitonous singularity of body in which inhabiting is likened unto the coeval bubbling of a buddha-bong filled with chardonnay and the sun shone It would never be done ashining and the arms go round us in the howling dark, scylla and charybdis, rage and apathy. Just how many cartoons were made about chicken fighting anyway?
Goldfish, solid gold, act as
bricks in yellow-brick gold-fish tesselation road that meanders through
a public park encased here and there inside a tunnel of lavender fog. Smooth
copper-skinned couples, naked except for swirling hypno-disks worn over
their genitalia, gather at each other's warmth, hidden in the seclusion
of mutual nakedness cooing in formless furred sentences like ghostly vocal-helix-chords
connecting tongue to ear eye to mouth tooth to nose... Lovers lost in tech-gnossian
public parks lost in lavender fog bulbs floating through whisperaineverendingliding
green trumpetsearing floating furry amorphous sac-speakers hang poised
in mitocondrian flash-back patterns putting forth the frayed and ragged
lover's dreamusic to the King. Thousands of amorphous vocal agents send
forth myriad fragments fused in shifting spatial spectacle of aural park.
Structural analysis of park: Sphere with cappilaricone tunnel hair bounces
over speaker birth well on grid of gargantuan guitar strings guided by
equatorial tunnel ties whose glowing gates grip the lip of the luminous
voluptitudinous birth well cacaphonious of amorphonious singing amoeba
couches...
Chattering up to the heavens fullinfull of living bad luck bride of the bull autonoe calls out the blues. Sulphurous bulls in trenchcoats of pale city ~ ~1e5~ P£e~ur~e
nudity cannons roar in vascu~a2~ velocity to yelcrocity scrastch
is before all this is noise once again try to discern it decode it for decoding sake staring aimlessly out the window holding your body upright much the way in which an actor uses a prop you've built a habit of living a habit of civilisation and now your eyes are completely black hyperpupilate vision crysalis, some sort of pop cliche' high voltage nonetheless functional and yes even dangerous to a degree work the little rheostat and the edges of the toroid interpreter environ analog of Parkinson's concentrate may smooth out a bit like an experiment once done to communicate with a self delusional interrruption as star pine you feel the world slowing down, bradykinetic, you move to vegetable time .the lion lives with a glass harp motor disconnection and is "sugared" with the words of an invisible listener, an undeveloped phoneme catalyst transmitter organization that is the a an harmonic rhapsodic aquatic soliloquy a deranged modularity of somniloquivering-quills of the feathered vibratic organ, a bristling thinking volume, omnidexterous neuroanatomical whirligigoplexiglass-buddha construct attached-detached to the floating blankets of mercurial nymphpolyptic orthograde colonies that shudder in the Chrome reflection of my presynaptic retrograde info-flow helmet massage, that amygdala-mandala palace of the amber biosynthetic enzyme-wasp, fortress of Alexia without Graphia Paradox, End Eye cannot read thee 0 Prince, the Zoopreem Cofabulaton Mutagenic Monarchical constellation of motor symptoms is identity of the teeming shadow of the Nexus-body, THE DENSE SEED THAT IS THE PERFECT CONFUSION. Systemmmmodularity is genius is confusion is function is failure.... Ogma' 5 gaze creates beta-subunit distortion, creates the dissolving anti-serum postures, the rank and file of inner trophic attitudes WILL become the forceful movement of the benign (NGF) fluid of time's multiposture target-elaborated resonance in space is the Scopolamine palace of the amber wasp nictitating membrain response conceals the dance of the solipsis becomes its adrenal medulla potential its peptide messenger dreams of divine cancerous soulutions to evolving parietal lobe events in the
husbands ejaculate horse tails and hypersonically "whinnilucinate" causing images of a horse headed Jesus to momentarily form on the swollen stomachs of the women. They disappear into the buildings which all shift position as if in some huge metropolitan roadtrip puzzle. After a while a fifteen year old boy with a green protein helmet for hair like a wraparound toenail turban bulb approaches on a garish golden cupid covered electric golf cart wearing an illuminated fibre optic representation of an American revolutionary military uniform and a tatoo on his forehead that says "artwasps". He gasps as he spys the pile of granite statue heads laying in the road. He unplugs his suit from the car and grabs an empty red leather golf bag from the back and loads them in, inspecting them, kissing them on the forehead and putting them one on top
of another in the cylindrical bag. He carefully loads them
whispering about digital gyroscopes and plugs his suit back
into the cigarette lighter, pulls out a smokeless cigarette
turns on some collage tones,
classicalbluesjazzchainsawairportnoise and cruises off into
a video screen sun set tunnel
mirage. This is the essential form of the garish cliche' which will permeate
the nineties.
Paramasturbanoiation.
Onward past Tech-gnosian narcissism, romantiskism of the future of the present. IIDIOTS ICE CARRIED IN MIST BLANKET BOXES OF RIPPLING STEAM INTO A WAREHOUSEI How many Ovidian critics would deny the Hermetic bartender on his last first broken credentials swerving for the roadsigns of humanity, a warped Barracho, servant of a mad god of echo resonance artisanale de la fabrication litter rarely when being pursued by the IA COLD HUGE TIME HARRIED TIN BARN CORRUGATED METAL/ everything..Svevo dropping out of a bucket of tomorrow's naked library fines.
ITHE TWENTY FT. TALL TIN BARN DOORS ARE OPENED BY WRINKLED BROWN PAPER SACK FACED CASEY JONES GHOST ENGINEERSI Yes, yes, Agragila, he has come, being staunch of purpose and shallow of content
soldiers long since wandering the earth like saints, germane to history. No, such diversity had long since been eradicated. He remembered back to when he sat with the others in the great hall. They were a select group, the finest young men on all of Tech-gnosis. It was the day he was chosen for the research position at the Institute and his marriage day as well. But now his wife's nagging voice pierced his thoughts, "Don't you hear me Frank, I said, read to Junior before he goes to bed."
"Read the story about the midget pirates, daddy." His mind changed channels.... "There should be no pain only a general numbness but my brain should function perfectly. As a scientist I have given up all hope for mankind.." An eagle lands on his shoulder and whispers, "Everyone will live forever."
He walks to a forgotten wasteland
of tires to water his hidden Rasberry bush and dream of his first Hot-rod...
Experimental Scenario X-19.
"Ah, there it is, the world scariest rollercoaster ride," said Charlie, the world's scariest night watchman; lSft. tall with skin like a leprous iguana, fists like lava rocks and teeth like tombstones, his nose resembled an oak root and his lips like a wooden octopus beak and his ears were like wads of rusted wire and steelwool caked in banana meat and armadillo blood. He never cut his hair; you'd need a blowtorch for one hair. His hair dragged the ground like a wedding tress of big shaggy dicks, nasty old frayed copper telephone cables et up with sum kinda nasty stankin' sulphur mold that reacts speshlee stankin' to the copper dick rope and smelled like lOlbs. of fragrant porcine smegma boiled in rotten ostrich eggs. "Good evening, Mr. Bumgartener," said Charlie. "Oh, Hello Charlie, Any disturbances this evening?" said Mr. Bumgartener. "Well, earlier a coupla kids were throwing gallon bottles of cat's vomit at me." "Did they hurt ya Charlie?" "Nope, I caught the bottles,
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seals"/locked onto alternate vectori activated glyph keys in the remains of human emotioni heard the stark orders of previous conditioning light up like cryptic telegraphyl pushed into the realm of pure intenti focused in total pattern as the vectors shifted in white flashi motivated next sequence in trans-molecular ecstasy/ filtered the last remains of terran dramal vista congealed through gelatinous momentary gogglesi arrived in a larval state comparable to celestial birthi word centers shift into a mummified stasisi chemical nodes activate ancient genetic vectors in a hissing burni runs from head to toel breathes an alternate flesh out of the huski lying on stale human costumel as the liquid black activates instinctive energy levers/occluding visibility of the reflective "self". hatch-lid opens with a rushing sound of dense material rushing through the bodyfilteri move on straight lines to magnetic marker registering on ancient telegraphic diagrams linvisible to immediate cognitioni movements come slow at firsti but the heavy current bring siqnals that register at the event-horizon surface of identity formi sees the heavy internal registry fadel flowing through source of an immense heraldi whole region is activatedi the very space a sentient substance/conveying whole identity of reversed appearences/the apparentl flow now includes shapes that erode identity feildl flow now becomes totall a hollow suit moving slowly into a doorway of heavy black sentient fluid play back discontinued under orders of the path-keepersl he retrieved the tape cartridge from the wastebasket, clutching it like a weaponl sees the mangled corpse of a blackbird lying like an omen to test his willI in defiance he kicks the helpless carcass into the rushing gutter where it rolls down the street in a sad and comical manner/ no laughter is heardl only fragments of half forgotten parables, vaguely orientall the wind is cold and foreign, swirling in remote recesses of a hidden city left unrecorded and abandoned in its dank and ancient ruin advised by your kind/ radiated solar oppositel cast into vibrating delta of a city square, his face smooths into the absolute anonymity of the total wandererl the
Chordata Noir? Perhaps, I am truly insane. Or at least, revolting. From now on it will be the oak I cherish. It will be the wind in the trees. It will be the ancient pink handkerchief. I am the illicit, translucent polyunsaturated, lucid-wry and heroic calculus of nocturnal moments. I am the supernal Chordata Noir, catalytic agent of the architectonic gang-ways of smarag-slag-structs of the mighty vlad-star, the whipper-whip.
¶ Screwing contestants
is not my idea of a picnic, nor is it something I want to do for a living.
The road is dark, let us say, and soft, bioluminescent maybe, and red bats
the size of, and smell, of a roasting, of a panther, these giblets follow
me into the voivode countenance of a horny midieval spain. ¶Jonquill
is a word that often comes to mind, though I do not know what it means.
Red fault lines in this blue bricked street usher me into steaming mansions
of paranoia where the steely blue eyes of catatonic snow owls arrest me
in a stupor of hallucinogenic paroxysm. This is the flat defiant hive where
the bruised and hobby broken fellaheen glue horses dance to the mangled
remains of reason.
¶ Like a slow tide of
Basque whispers poured through the remains of a catalonian preponderance
of cheeses, I sift through a remarkable filth of unfinished selves to arrive
at the plastic cradle where a child, Pasqual Pinon, tatooed with the equation
that soon means resplendent, hovers in hot anxious deliquessence, draining
my exquisite blue blood into bags. Like a slow tide of Basque remarks,
the revolution becomes a remarkable filth of unfinished blue eyes, of catatonic
snow, bruised and fellasheened, a black glue poured through the remains
of a catalonian preponderance that shall be the wind in the trees.
¶ It will be the ancient pink handkerchief, of my final demonstrative message. I shall arrive at noon in impeccable clothing hewn from the solid rock of total and absolute fantasy.
...And has given me a small way of living with what I am. slow tedium dissolves at plain x-discreet to blue tombstone dripping in the twilight...the graverobber adjusts his dis guise under orders from a fellow agent....3:00 a.m....another...when each may be mummified by encasement in transparent polymer glass..cuneiform tatoo....this message reveals a jaded past resplendent with the erotic conquests of one above the law. black wording scrolls down the crimson liquid screens of his eyes...blurring in the doorway to seventh heaven...a crust forms below the original patina of the merman' 5 fountain mouth. a painting of Gilles de Rais..guards heave sighs and release the tired and ancient dragons. .the blind king is high and needs his conceptual entertainment...we are aloft over the jungle..my dukes are enthroned on the corpses of drunken vassals..green tombstone...comes laughter from an open door..the face is a variant of the master's...the red skull floats in a purp-lush sk-eye...I am come...green field where film negatives of the minister's life burn unnoticed...his rough hand caressing her gentle soft skin promising a tonight that now will never come...petroglyph inverted in ceremonial confluence to thundering omen at Joppa....his overcoat lurching in a daemon's spell...whispers float away in tired revery to the old projects where I still sing with the nodding hillbillies....his fedora is stained with the wine of my formless death...in stereoptic convergence with the star of a raping anubis...anubliss....slow tedium dissolves at plane x-discreet...secrets unveiled and my olfactory hallucinations recreate fattened sickness in this goddamned cereal bowl...bitter as frozen mastadon shit...I kill and fuck like you..gO stare at soma T.V., a thing this, please me, ant as this, deadly winter here, I drip my self water into the pool...where she floats aloft into the moon of seventy-nine, pallid dreams squinting at the docks where a boat is slowly sinking to hallucinating flute-calls...black rams enter the cavern of the vibrating cages..lucid pavonine heraldry luminous in vaults where ammonia ghosts dance to blue steel..In a casket
inn in humwawa starlividi ting sobbing frying loose idemotic velox into your mouth git go into chief squares light track verne verse whispeto neveram iowan thirst unroll-loin buto roll kik-spreading flick unrolling hairy white book falls from the image hand crackling with explosion glows with her weak Lumiere soft fairs unroll-loin fluto-roll not dean tog in shire aman' 5 dark movie house tits bulging out popping fat black squirms at harvardice roll mire into the death until on in hold off lom-onom deelop polloiti unterrie fro~~~i~ cy~m6~pa~w~5 steri ist yold-gold intestines silver entrails i ~~umwawa starling vidi frosting sobbing wing slow to black
noxop delliveroy ti-titerrie frog unrolls S ~t ur -blood flips scatters it onto the snakes roll ng i~upit rs intro going soft io in the twilight fragment pikey un~ve~old intesting hemispheres shift congealing f w red~Ps~~~ers and
with evrie frog unrolls guns soft fur -bl~~~i~k doubt flips
to his eyes have to and up io in the twi~twr~:tt~ low
gold intestines silver entrails in ~ ~ $ .f Uy'~l~d~~old intestines silver entrails in hulls ~~DwOail~tar film wawa
eggshell liqueur bottle past wot to K'ang Si bisquit figurines
poll each wearing borsalino hats oi tits~ntil knots deactivate the ~li gh j~C i~
Makara a theatre built like a temple in the place our lord
designated ground zero
GODBEAUTYROHEIMBLACKSHIPTOHADESISGONE pure ground zero like the meatus of nothingness ALLAH set up the targets again Hamri i see the berber ladies with terricloth chadors selling onions with wrinkled hands. I go back to Tangier.
I go back to Tangier.
I go back to Tangier.
The broken glass at the top of the patio wall casts kaleidoscopic snakes on the dull mosaic floor of the cafe' as the sun rose over the medina. A tiny but not yet insignifcant black cat
emanations in a dense mist. Using their particulate swarm-flesh they are able to communicate by a rarified system of exchanging one another's symbiotic hangers-on, hence the firefly become agents or commodities of self as thought/body acting in combination. But these are not fire-flies, these are exoskeletal prosthesis worn over luminous coccoons, human spirits transmogrified. These bipedal Zusammenmenschen are evolving like choral expressions of spirit regrafting itself together as one onto a greater machine/sculpture like monad/cells cleaving
to the grand and august old tree of science a technological
nostalgia operating as describe
robust old craftsmen with it N a ts an overpass
fluorescent green for the hell of i ~ merely
slammer spotlights careen ~ chicken-man-spheres
(good?) on the black wall, wall, whipping
like a flag in empty silence sgenera here Black sphere,
red hat, the mother of all that all 've~ igial images forged by the slow tribes of my hand. ~ live in my artificial fibre-optic whisk,e#~ ti~~~o~rammed to broadcast silly fragments fro~~'t'~heir on~o~ng po~try g~nerating
Pito de aguas, birds coo cooing c~oed, ~nd ~ congeal in an aural haze ~ laying
by smiling white haired ~blue ba~na cle
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brightly, blotting nearly for the V~ntino
And Popeye, POP-EYE riding a bicycle harmonica through Assisi with smoldering square-haloed Giotto-crysalis speaking of BEDE of Jarrow and eating a rose-wool danish, saying the Zikr like a 78rpm and denying any civilisation to spring up under Canute's tribalism. Craft and merchant guilds dissolved. Gutenberg pygmies skydive from a giant archeopteryx over technossos and float languidly down wearing printing presses on their chests that shoot out pamphlets explaining Kepler's laws of Planetary motion. Great for young travelers on a tight budget; the Icarus crowd, the rollerskating chocolate Leibnitz girls with buffonts of infinitesimal calculus curls. Gauss and Aristotle's laughter well up in the two ruined castle throats of the Feindlichen Bruder, seven maidens, seven stone snowmobiles approaching Gutenfels. Midieval carvings achieved by laser. The crown Jewels rollicking in lamb's ear kangaroon-pocket, this cultural scarecrow endowed with the gleemman' 5 voice to inspire genuine respect for beauty from the Irish countryside to the Menhirs of ancient Maghreb, Berbers with blue eyes and cloisonne' Q'uran Boxes. A scarecrow in the field by the railway, each straw is fibreoptic, this transhuman fetish doll of mythic telecommunication, Hazrat Inayat Khan dressed in wool, hung like Christ from a Barber pole with enclosed spiral zikr spring spinning like DNA molecule blurred kufic staircase key to a heaven of white grackles alabaster grackles covering the harmony engines alive and watching wildebeasts thermonuclear radar tusks bending all conclusions into the hush of the Nile the face of the frightening teacher bursting with black and orange cicadas pustules like grapes containg larval horseshoe crabs like furtive Jerimothra tracing frail ancestries of insect prophets through veils of erratic seasons mists of a tired world... They'll eat their own young. What are people really made of... Innocent child-like questions written with fat pencils. We are the long-pig. We are for Baba Calandola's tribe... Where is your money young man. I understand this kingdom is a strange device, a perplexing cobble-crushing pleasure puppet parade striding vibrantly ahead BOLERO BOLERO flags flapping helmets gleaming,
a tittilating hurly burly record
of the mental Munsalvaesce, the spinning castle barberpole monopole zikr
house DNA molecule key to heaven as a secret hanging garden NAIMA where
dreams of fantastic machines and tools lie resting in lion studded reservoirs
of the romantic residue that falls like heavy cinnabar smoke from the lips
of the human inventor....
Cactus in green ice shaded by the enflowering hands, the symphonic devices of shelter. Were an ideal world to exist, the mummified crimson eaqle harp would divideth its feathers into layers of levitating cryS~lj~i~ asaIo~ie pa r~&P~uSlnl:
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of men. 0 to carress the muses nine insect pendant and '1nderstand
lost somewhere stickman existing on science sex Atlantis on a submarine. somewhere stickman existing invisible Terra fact approaches. out of the body and into a multiplicative hot-rod lattice of accidental anomaly screens existing on tidal refuse of scitz-flow circuitry in the shape of an uprooted tree on the edge of the unseen monsoon modifying ears and eyes into furred Riemann spaces filled with the empire of empowered scartissue tape, existing-in-biologic is empowered enroute as the living cash-induced fantasy emblem, as it were, to the faceless scartissue society become primary anomaly slipstream of cinematic cluster-unit sex stimulus, who existing-in-biologic somewhere stickman existing invisible Terra fact, as it were, forms a secondary non-object within the primary autophagic re-sort cycle in a boundless high-definition T.V. screen lost altogether in the shape of an uprooted tree on the edge of the unseen enroute scartissue tape become stickman drifting through selfreplicating scitz-flow cicuitry at disimiliar coordinates of accidental genitalia of a bodiless empire of tape, is empowered as the living emblem to the faceless cinematic existing-in-biologic-time and space carry its hypothetical id machinations of the depersonalized scitzidental-flow circuitry, where environmental opacities chatter-become the stand-in source of being. the tech-brain approaches infinity of accidental coordinates Atlantisubmarine the alchemical funktort its blaspheme definition T.V. screen lost somewhere existing stickman existing on the edge of word face of undetermined volume expressing feature values according to thermal insect variable enroute momentary shelter equating negative space to landing procedure of unrecorded instinct method access foam start star solar white if travel word instinct to luminous bi-valve pierce shadow in elliptical rotation circulates through temporary virus organism concept filter organ thrust manoeuver triangulate to vital parallel incidentals parameters axis symmetrical flawed strata accepting dissolving solid and liquid mass on temporary scales becoming lucid in transit to optimum inquiry at point x a sliding quantity-moment on a randomly occuring grid analog
some strange state of atomic excitation) snakelike, performing no certain duty other than to decorate, except when the searchlights go out at midnight whereby becoming an alternate source of illumination, a slithering glowing crimson threaded network veinlike pulsing dynamic. (odds and ends of the fragile plot are arranged to form a ghostly tableau of no certain purpose) valiant valkyries vocalize in variablic vaccelations validating a vampiric vatticination of a variagated Valhalla. He has lost the look of love, but perhaps there are dormant vectors as of yet unaccessable and distant from the Cyber-vatticinal vaudeville production of varuna' S vastitude occuring. This guiding force like light is supple and carving its own streams as roads are dillemmas encrusted with the remnants of his Vision of Saint Bruno as Afghani rebel; Guercino as Salvadoriangrey leader tank Kommmando. March 20, 1989 looking at Poussin's Massacre of the Innocents. children launched in the maypole boat that is itself the river malforming to grace as a principle (in the comic plot, Isabella is wedded to Alibius, the keeper of a noh-madhouse) the changeling within a fluid or dissonant &6ntext, strained and duplex, dramatically and morally impure. (SOME WOMEN ARE ODD FEEDERS) the lear-world is a tumult of mighty discords, a resolution in energy: 0 ALTITUDO! Set about inflaming otherworldliness and at the same time fostering the cult of splendid images. Romance and Pathos, the Russian Caliban wooing with his brute cyrillicisms Cervante's nightmare daughters to transform aesthetic to introspective space, public jesting with Gophelia, gesticulating with uncouth grief. Glare upon these shabby persons who surround the guillotine of King Solipsois. Slowly scoffing the blue beard of railway time keeper grows with clock in hand leathern and moldy with mighty numbers the spectacle unfolds within and without the world here musickly the hours mesh and weave their cold tensile excitements jungle thought word melody the slow hidden explosions photographed with salamander mule eyes soft round under carapice thick with the earth rouge of the ruler whose chiaroscuro meanderings leave a tapestry of steamboat
cauldron and goes about her
singing. The lizard nuns pass around their bowls, peasant babies seasoned
with a screaming head. 0 robust Vienna.
Chicago Confidential 35~ Dell
Paperback.
Robert Munday, a student at
Montefiore School of Incorrugibles, took 3-21 -year-old
Thomas Laux into the basement headquarters of the neighborhood's "Hangman's
Noose Club" and strung him up to a beam. Munday confessed the slaying and
said he was angry because the child had taken his pet kitten.
This (writing) or that (murder).
Kapa Babies Cut-up
Black Aztec mummy-temple-head moves through the mire, sire. Suture up the wound in the flesh door. Billy's a burden: The whispering fat triumphant dream machine holds telephone conference, the prize is secured for the 8:00 train, gigabyte express, high baud-clicking parables. Go aboard for abroad, the self-shod camel crew muses at its uses. Gimme a clue 2 what He's saying, Doctor Lamartine Benzedrine. But right now We must explain how a pair of black lips fondle the amorphous genitalia of song. [A song mysteriously emanating from a little mud brick house on the banks of a river of femur snakes. Inside the little mud hutt is a Japanese Witch cooking Kapa Babies in an iron Kettle. the walls are covered in shelves filled with potions, scrolls and jars of magical components, Island snake livers tengu beaks foo-dog paws dragon scales human hands in good monkey spinal fluid. Outside, Her American War veteren husband is working on an old jalopy with a pipe wrench. Amphibious chickens with green scaley fin-feathers frolic on the banks of river wrestling with mutant frogs with vestigial bat-wings.
becomes rabbit scribe 18 to foretell of
a digital Weltaunschaung existing
beyond the temporal absurdity of a post-MOD-urn Pal-INKI
Rabbit scribe television static
field demon 18 becomes the neurotic immobility which milks the patience
of the one legged landmark woman Lady split open in pomegranite sex horse
scandal.
Alexander Graham Bell and Abdel Al Rahman are telemarketeering
for the freedom of ISLAM inc.
but the one legged woman is
hung up on MAya the ILLusion the MAYA couldn't camel
Lord Water breaks his seed upon the woofer of the father of the Siamese twins who spent his hospital money on drug demon
23. One legburg shared heart with one legged woman over Lady Shall we Catostomidae Thailand over the river of telemarkey MARK Jaguar-Paw-skullis at heterocurandero homobonoproquo quimsnitches and various sky worm with knot eye jaguar telecloudjunkie smokedragon bird-word makes Alexander Graham Bell ring off the wall in a paroxysm of Mayan heresy lasting 800 KAtuns. M-hoser woosher to San Diego vacant lot and conducts axe war action against Tikal. I make Alexander Graham BEll read this over the insistent slurpings of the one legged woman. Hillary-Smoking-Frog Queen of Slum-I-dance-in-evil Goings-on U.S.A. is bird with word smoke dragging entrails of terminal pop 5 pop thus is seated in the QA'A cycle 400 cc cosmobiker clash comet vessel anal intruder enemapot polpot chamberpot full of smoke frog daddy long leg. THE UGLY SPIRIT IS DEAD. THE UGLY SPIRIT IS DEAD. CHARLES CHARLES YOUR HAIRS ON FIRE
matrix, a self-programming cultural "Id" dream link-up... "Narrative distortion in the geospaciocontinuum..." Veiwpoint eye left off in a desert of black Silica. Creachings of green-glass pteranodons in the unmarked distance, approaching. Nearby the desert dunes begin to rumble, vibrating in mechanical consistency. Slowly, a hug