Does it surprise you that our pineal gland is tucked above the stem and cerebellum detecting circadian rhythms avoiding delirium by modulating sleep and lizards detect bands of light in eye positioned at top of cranium our third eye opens in higher realms. Eating Church’s fried chicken will make you sterile. Your PHP settings have been disabled by an H-Sphere administrator. A normal heartbeat starts with an electric signal from the sinoatrial node. There’s a scene at the beginning of Gangs of New York that’s like seeing like Breughel. Please select an ad. Otherwise one will be selected for you. All day you were becoming ferocious but it wasn’t a very good protest and this is certainly not a good bar and the beach rocks that burned that California woman had elevated phosphate levels. Dusk comes [dust comes] and so do hundreds of hungry gerbils, red-eyed, clawing up the hill again toward THE EDGE OF THE WORLD, I mean the Amy Winehouse house, just up for sale. But it’s pretty clarifying, don’t you think? People drink that water, that they have no choice but to bathe in it, and to bathe their children in it. You know that, and I know that. But if a massive surface mining operation in the vicinity of your house poisons your water table, and if your well water runs brown with coal sludge and heavy metal particulate, well, that’s just the cost of doing business in America. It’s regrettable, at best. You can’t call the police and the state doesn’t want to know. And if you dare to take a picture of a child bathing in that poison, if you have the nerve to walk into the halls of Congress and show them, they will call you a child pornographer.
Become lucid, become sick
& I am like ∙ the milk on the broom
the fruit of that capacity.
Just kid me, O ballot carapace,
they are not fit to ring it round : like,
where is Old Shatterhand now? Old Shatterhand, blood brother to Apache Chief Winnetou. Goya doesn’t babble about such things, but he doesn’t have to. What is that West End Blues syndrome? You know, when someone says Ooh West End Blues ooh & wags their head in disbelief at a total loss for words. Oooh West End Blues & then just — aposiopesis. The egg feels just right in my hand, a perfect shape. And I am reminded how Jacque and Etienne Montgolfier’s balloon rose at the court of Versailles on September 19th, 1783, and flew for eight minutes, covered two miles and obtained an altitude of about 1,000 feet. Its crew: a rooster, a duck, and a sheep. I once knew the weaving-machines which had been liberated from the automated assembly station out by the radio towers, up in the trees, binding strands of plastic-wrap and newspaper to the leafless branches. Sometimes two of the weaving-machines would come across each other, grasping at each other with servo-arms, falling from the trees, stripping parts from each other to weave packaging out of ribbon-wire and insulation.
[Note: Sources: Tess Joyce, “If Life was like a Lecture on Magicicadas”, at BlazeVOX 12; Majestic, “Church’s fried chicken will make you sterile?”, at Disinformation, 2 Jun 012; message rec’d when hunting down a Francesca Lisette poem; Mayo Clinic Health Letter, June 012; JBR; Scott Abels, “New Rush Hour”, at BlazeVOX 12; Sammy Solomon, “Feelings (for Emma Heaney)”, at You hear me not do it, 30 May 012; Matt Staggs, “Beach Rocks that Burned California Woman Had Elevated Phosphate Level”, at Disinformation, 2 Jun 012; Amy De’ath, “Cuteness is a Landscape”, at Interapillary Space; JBR; Aaron Bady, “Obscenity: I Know It When I See It”, at The New Inquiry, 2 Jun 012; Colleen Hind, “6 / 10 / 11”, at Intercapillary Space; JBR; Geoff Tuck, “Old Shatterhand, difference, and how an Other represents another”, at Notes on Looking, 2 Jun 012 (“He [Shatterhand] is … one who sees beyond questions of competing rights among peoples to the possibility for justice and shared responsibility and opportunity for all.”); John Olson, “The Mania of the Moment”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 2 Jun 012; Mairead Byrne, “That West End Blues Syndrome”, at Intercapillary Space; I once knew … ribbon-wire and insulation: Darren Bauler, “parables (1992-2001)”, at Theater of Diminished Faculties, 31 May 012]