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Signal 1 Simulacra, scrud, compendium Nathaniel Hatchet, crud, Ferguson- Skull contented satellites smear two ponies. Smear. Fitzgerald, Kaufman, Patchen Cracker in the fire starter nigger in the mud. Turn left. Drawn impotent cartoons. Someone left a drill in the yard. The bit is rusty and the motor fails who called again asking for an Aphorism. The shoulder has none. Go east. Drink yogi. Buddha flower. The floral bouquet of her Chardonnay costs twenty dollars to eat every day if it's cheap, I'll have some Scallion pancake Grasshopper. Guinea ghost in the machine. Now. Say Ghost Dog. Say Sitting Bullshit. Say engine, make Whitman say ow! Say ho! America, America, you cross-dressing plumber minimal radio player. Lucid dream. Canterbury wannabe. Go build a prison in Rome for your forgetful populace the guinea boat nigger with the chinky eyes. Perfection is a soft round ass. said. stayed firm at any age I stand resolved and right pickle. circle. fetish. wondering. A blunt object. The staggering masses all wearing the same shoes. Abandoned. Entities, there is no countryside here— just the feverish shuffling of paper, the Zen motif of the train tracks speeding greenly along. Where does it go— robots selling whores using up the gas. caveats. secretaries. diplomats of the damned. A new sentence coming readily oracular, vocabular, verbal, written the road conveys a voluptuary cadence. pastoral. rebellious. willing to kiss you willing to break your heart for the money if there was any worth in money. I would buy you an interpreter of love, lust, detachment. I would become that dispassionate murderer. But there is only the cruel unnameable notion that moves beneath this gesture what poised to offer remits shelter, gives its attention faithfully measured to me, the tall building in the small city, the man sitting alone in his house surrounded by the details that matter, thinking ahead about the circuitry and the fenestrae of the structure, how the light refracts through the bending glass, how the wind enters and leaves, the water ripples, what it would mean to me if I were building it. |
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