while laying in a witchs cradle reciting a poem to www who was at a conference for three in boise idaho, the line was suddenly interrupted by a replacement -
-this is a computer semblance of facts . . . please stay tuned for an upcoming stylized message . . . beep . . . beep . . . my name is john / mary /or neither . . . I am homeless and need help with . . . a bus ticket / food for my children / rent / sex reassignment surgery / late fee for my over due books at the library / student loans / or neither . . . or name change to escape the authorities . . . won’t you please help by pressing the euro - one / dollar - two / yen - three, amount you are willing to donate . . . all donation are tax deductible . . . . . . . . . you have not pressed an amount, or it was recorded incorrectly . . .please press the correct amount . . .
I press five, it seems like a nice sound number, look at a pentagon, think what they would offer in flat land.
-your amount has automatically been deducted from your slavery . . . this message has been brought to you by coke . . . the drink the world loves . . . have a coke on us . . bzzzzzzzzz
shit . . . the line went dead . . . damnit, it had taken me an hour in the witchs cradle to get a connection, and then another endless lifetime to connect psychically with www, who was in a sprawling match with w_______ and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get through again until the next full moon.
laying there, my mind came to rest in the corner of the room on a point that had no meaning, but read it as a series of thoughts that led to nothing. that is when I knew that at any moment I might be called on to present a manifesto and the longer I laid in this conflated contraption, the more I would limit my manifestation of a manifesto to a mere rumba of my gastric juices. to start I moved my plastic probable within reach, stretched my fingers, put on my wrist brace, finger spinets and nose ring, then began.
first, a title . . . something beyond the usual polymorphous hum of the republic that descends along with the aristocracy into oblivion. no, it must be smelting with cathartic schema, not quite on your knee, speaking in overbite-voices, more the smoking of virginity . . . unplucked in the spirit of the chalk marks . . . something like - the holy ghost: a table of contestants, preface or profuse statements forming a plate like process, or how to take the tabla rrosa to the dance floor and boogie all night till you puke sing-a-long, manifesto.
that seemed like a good way to signify a connection between the gadflies and horse flies, I will put an image of a -t- square next to it so as to further deepen the multiple implication and cross hair safety values.
the holy ghost: a table of contestants, preface or profuse statements form a plate-like process or how to take the tabla rrosa to the dance floor and boogie all night till you puke sing-a-long.
manifesto . . .
good, I like it . . . it’s a good beginning; though the manifesto proclamation seems a bit like a skin graft at the end. I guess I will have to wait on that for a later bit. the other beginning, later should contain all aspects of all compounds that have ever been hidden by newly made subdivisions . . . let’s see how about -
first and foremost such and such HHeLiBeBCNOFNeNaMgAlSiPSClArKCaScTiVCrMnFeCoNiCu
ZnGaGeAsSeBrKrRbSrYZrNbMoTcRuRhPdAgCdInSnSbTeI
XeCsBaLuHfTaWReOsIrPtAuHgTlPbBiPoAtRnFrRaLrRfDb
SgBhHsMtDsUuuUubUutUuqUupUuhUusUuo
or maybe
. . . it must be or should be acknowledged that phyllis wheatly died free . . . but let’s not forget that phillis wheatly lived most their life as a slave . . . let’s never forget that.
first and foremost or n; and just in case something or someone comes in second, I will pardon the question and at the same time nothing more needs to be said.
well, that is as good an amble as one could preplan, I always try to take off with a big bang and run with it if possible. if not, or can’t or if I want options, I might take creationism on the side just to subsidized any lack of, or fear of_______ . . . so it’s either big time drama and the weather changes, or it’s magic-o-prest-o time, you have univac or a universe. what can I say about that; even the movie version is spectacular. of course what would it be without those footnoted characters; some say loopy, others say that which cannot be mentioned and in six days magic-o-prest-o you have sex with animals, murder and the beginnings of psychology. on the other hand with l_____ and a_____ the story gets a little top heavy, bumpy gets pissed off, there is another land grab, the story starts over -
so supposedly a_______ conspired with r_____, or a______ thought it was r______ but really it was the toad eater all along that cut ribs out to grow slaves. I do find this story a little hard to believe knowing nappy, but I didn't write the book so what can I say. really it’s like this, if I am going to name all these things out of boredom and I keep going around naming all day and renaming them just to keep busy out of boredom it seems like I might do something for excitement. . . besides, if you think about the division of labor, there is the namer naming and the one who was supposed clean up after meals, cook and scrub the floors . . . now, how can anyone believe this crap.
needles to say, hateful was none-to-happy, kicking a_____ and the walking-talking rib out of 739 edam way, sending them to desolate boulevard, throwing the key away and telling l_______ to please only use the back porch. and you know it used to be such a wonderful place to set and watch all the seasons at the same time.
unfortunately l_______’s two off spring didn’t want to rest in the sun and watch the rocks grow, they were fascinated with the magic expandable penis. both escaped out the back door, found c______ and a______jr. just to minute too late, so the three of them left and formed a tent city, which latter turned in to a giant penis mound. the problem is c______ came from a genetically altered bingo game, and spoke only one language and l______’s off spring spoke all known languages at the time except (esperianzia). with the mix of all those languages working fine in the beginning getting workers to build the giant penis, but, there was some lapses that ultimately caused the giant penis to fail.
lack of trade and so on. years later, one of the c_____s great great great___________ came to power to the power of 12 and created the cult of viagra; and that this the real story.
the second part or the second beginning should be a little more subdued, a low grade fresh revolution without the guillotine
part two:
on saturday march 21st. at precisely the same time
at the corner of which way and surgeon general's warning
there will be a fact sale -
low facts, high facts, facts to the highest bidder - facts
two-tone facts, subdivided facts
facts that twist and shout the dick clark method
mass produced facts, frying pan facts, hand made facts
we will have facts from heaven and facts from hell
and if you're from hell and it seems like heaven
we have facts for that fact
we have wall street crashed facts
william the conqueror facts
and boris karloff sex facts
cat facts, dog facts, fish facts
fax facts, first and foremost facts, and secondary facts
we will have facts for all occasions and facts for all seasons
once in a life time facts and facts that must sell at all cost - facts
just the facts and nothing else for sale
just the facts
part three:
the place is a accident of beauty, a disinfotainment of the body and electrodes that maintain that sight . . .
it seems as if the third section being the third, being based on triangulation, a basic structure of unity - or perhaps it could be a sermon that prevails over no-knock kantian humor, and bucks missedfullerisms in a way that plays steinestic scrabble with the pure pulsation of sex juices.
a taste unknown
usefulness or uselessness in whispers
take one day and bury it with a hatchet
bring in the bandwidth; some indiscriminate indecencies. a bargain or two at a freshly seeded plot. attach the corpses and the day. secure with twine and bailing wire. use only subtitles. then sleep the sleep of utterances.
undisturbed in a general malaise of warbling, self pity is set in motion to general mode, shifts to wearing western wear and singing songs of six pence via telekinesis.
westward ho! they said, along with the dragoons they said, wholesale or retail, it didn't matter as long as the blue jean fit.
I say hack it all to a breathless not yet. adopt a highway and rename it a holiday for exception. say, hi, my name is_____________. this is joy, this is the moment, without a reminder.
really I am not happy with this section, there is an increased sense of colonized logic, you run this way and I will run that way. a tit-for-tat, no one’s saying bury you face in my pussy and or cock, comrade. there is not enough insurgent microbes devouring the ends before theme begins. no, it’s not enough, it must be something freed of ground shackles, something in chartreuse, letter soup dialogues . . . yes, maybe thats it, a dialogue with a dialogue, a company whose plans continuous psychic unrest.
yes I have it.....
part three.
tangible as a rock.
the forth section, the final section. a conclusion, those high antediluvian stains found at the end of time. the smell of old cat food or perception from some others kindness that failed.
conclusion
anonymous myths give birth to other anonymous myths.
and the voice said:
-we are here to protect and serve if you dont donate today, don't call us if you’re in need.
it was one of those calls from someone who doesn't exist, using intimidation tactics to produce thematically correct responses.
I told them to fuck off and use that billy club for quick-lube artificial insemination.
I wanted to say fuck your thin blue line, I make my own rules, I not only proclaim myself not a citizen of this country, but an outlaw from the human leasing agency.
I want nothing more than some kind of release, but I feel caught in fallacious reaction, running into walls, side stepping into madness.
I need to contact www, I need to be rescued, taken to another land, set up in a home in an abandoned sewer pipe. we could migrate with the geese, its in your powers . . . please, cast me into a smiling rock, or a sand particle buried underneath an Antarctic ice ridge that will not melt during global warming . . . anything but here, anything but the edited version of proper behavior codes for thursdays and fridays, which lead into saturdays and sundays, which lead back into thursday’s and friday’s mindless retreat.
no, I want more. I want none of it, I want complete and total abandon. I want a yard sale that has something useful.
manifesto conclusion: decorative doormats
anonymous myths give birth to other anonymous myths
crime scenes stains run-on rampant glory-be celebrations and other time devices
it's all a silly guess who's at door number _____
there's no knocking . . .
there's a missing conjunction
*x* arrives, the situation lasts longer than anticipated
the facts indicate something or some things
actuality is never accounted for
then deemed alphabetically silent
there's a situation...
somewhere inside a damage dance
mortally wounded
termination notices are stacked on the shelves......
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