In any case, I will not be swimming in Lake Washington this year. I don’t want to get sick like I did last summer and spend an entire day in the hospital having antibiotics drip. Is there anything more explicit than a human leg? Yesterday I saw a fire engine on fire. Black smoke billowed out of the cab. The fire engine was parked right in front of the station, a temporary station, which is a large white tent. When a hedge of wild lilac loses its petals the sidewalk gets a thick coating of deep blue petals. Removing a hinge pin and coating it with olive oil will quiet a squeaky door. There is a latent pterodactyl in all of us. The flame does its thing reflected in our table’s drinking jars here at The Others Club. You imagine the flame at the heart of the beverage, and indeed the beverage believes itself a brother to the flame, does its best to burn. There are plenty things, yeah, you’ve learned to enjoy. A scuba dive like this one, desire, says Blanchot, his feet up on the table. Who in their right mind would want that …? Tho at times it’s unavoidable, getting swept into currents obscure, the pull of a body toward a body as tho against one’s will. Game of magnetic chess played in the backseat of a car you don’t remember climbing into, have no idea where it’s going. You’re under a blanket with a flashlight, murmuring. You move your pieces, having no notion of the rules, and are surprised when the white ones slide or repel in response. “‘Bartholomew came saying he was a priest of old time. That’s how he caught the fancy of the people. He promised them an old sacrifice, of which there has not been one for thirty years. We have offered the white cock and the red cock to the Great Serpent. But Bartholomew promised them the goat-without-horns.’” He genetically modified his own race, adding head ridges, but it seems to me he was only avoiding puberty, or its Ferengi equivalent, a razortoothed grubworm to reduce bulbous nasal tip and wide nose in the females, who perform oo-mox in public. I started with some simple questions:
What does it mean when Louise Michel
Where and what is this space she is going to?
How is she returning in it, and in what forms?
What is the precise nature of these returns, their slight variations?
What kind of living is this dying which enlivens the corpses in our temporal morgue? A favorite ninja shows up with fresh flowers. Yes, mountains of flammable nasturtiums and a ski mask – the perfect end to a perfect evening. We determined the frontier of our thought where [or was it when?] not even another little finger would fit in the trash compactor. Can the title be like that, smallish dopamine extension, worried like a star on acid and is basically some lips with kisses coming out, is called the Luna-Gazer with your lips applying human patches to the song: music is the soundtrack to my life ok make it so but do not set to stun. You’re so much like UDFy38135539! You are the last blinking epoch! You fell to earth from a universe not yet fully transparent / did it hurt? [if yes] they can arrange for you to be seen by one of their doctors. I have six in-boxes, four physical and two virtual. Cumulatively, they measure over one thousand, one hundred and one inches tall.
[Note: Sources: JBR; John Olson, “To Drive, or Not to Drive”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 16 May 013; Garrett Strickland, “Limitary”, at HTMLGIANT, 16 May 013; Robert E Howard, Fangs of Gold, as quoted in Darren Bauler, ““‘Bartholomew came saying …”, at Theater of Diminished Faculties, 16 May 013; Benjamin Friedlander, “What are the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition”, in Romulan Soup Woman (Damn the Caesars Suspended); Anne Boyer, “The Eternal Return of Louise Michel”, in Romulan Soup Woman (Damn the Caesars Suspended); Jo Crot, “Letter on the Sun”, in Romulan Soup Woman (Damn the Caesars Suspended); JBR; Joe Luna, “Interior Facepalm”, in Romulan Soup Woman (Damn the Caesars Suspended); Samantha Walton, “Two Poems (you’re so much like …”)”, in Romulan Soup Woman (Damn the Caesars Suspended); Anna Moschovakis, “Anna Moschovakis Responds to Mina Pam Dick’s ‘First Person of Truth’”, at Futurepost, 15 Sept 010]