In the House of the Hangman 874

Rain. Coil rosq, druidicals bijoux firm / Phantom fury slack. “What you see is what you see.” I must not waste my . “Two prawns in the night. / Rakes, rakes. All wrapped in red. These are ways of budding at Little / Gidding. A hickory, a hind, undisturbed lands.” “She has arranged her hair into a low knot whose skillful waves seem about to come undone; some hidden pins must be keeping it firmer than it looks.” “The knot of A…’s hair, seen at such close range from behind, seems to be extremely complicated. It is difficult to follow the convulsions of different strands: several solutions seem possible at some places, and in others, none. [...] The knot of A…’s hair is at least as confusing when it appears in profile.” “Remember,” Stone said, “when the time comes, it’s detonate — not deflagrate. And Janus? If I ever reappear to you in the form of another – perhaps as someone strangely familiar or even dearly loved – do not be alarmed or surprised.” “The imagination is the truth.” Again, Jemc’s novel echoes, “My wife … my wife … my wife …” We are all radioactive. Secret Female Ninja School In Iran. One of the simplest motions is the lever. “I know you always loved me for who I am. I fucking miss that. When we are smelling crack from the other room and trashing the motel while we do teenage stuff on the bed. I know that it’s just right when we’re in the bathroom loving life. […] I love it when you gave me the pills in the Clermont Lounge on a weeknight. I wanted to puke. The love in the air is so thick and heavy and green. I’m not stupid. I know you are thinking about me and want to call. Do it.” ‘To hell with all this fucking scenery.’ The hills are unaware that we are watching them, he says. The trees. The insects. This is what is marvellous. I dreamt last night that weight was bread. More precisely, I dreamt that a kilogram was a loaf of dark, rye-like, round bread, about the diameter of a steering wheel. I do not mean that the loaf represented the kilogram, or stood in for it conceptually, in the way that, say, an anatomical foot originally stood in for a unit of length. I mean that such a loaf is just what a kilogram was. Plot-wise the dream was a bit thin, but it raised an important conceptual problem. It is as if the creation of a unit of measurement initiates a process of reification that, in its final stage, has us thinking about the unit as a definite, property-rich entity. I recall reading somewhere that some embarrassingly high number of Americans believe that calories exist in the same way marbles or eggs do: like little invisible pellets scattered in the food that makes people fat. And in turn the holy grail of the diet industry –a calorie-free fat substitute– is conceptualized as fat with the little pellets removed. Scouting the river by car, we pulled into a parking lot where a kamoshika was attempting to mount the spare tire on the back of a small SUV. I said out loud, in sincere anger, “I bet Taylor Swift never ate too much chimichanga at a Mexican family style restaurant.” Roadkill is the new black. Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. I believe the goddess with moustache. Don’t you just hear the song of Moon Monster in the air? I, too, remember the death of the milk bottle. The owl had a wingspread of about nine feet, three horns, was covered with a hard shell instead of feathers, carried a four-inch spur on each leg, had round green eyes, made a noise like a flat tire while flying and had a bell around its neck.

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