That is, The New Pirates are men who, as infants, told their moms Keep your milk and went and suckled gas pumps. Sure the sludge this time of year is golden. It’s a swamp of ancient leaves, logs from ancient forests. It’s a little like Project Runway. He took a balloon full of teeth and downed it, shouting “L’chaim!” The civs come out each night and pound their pots and pans in manif casseroles. Orpheus bleeds from mouth and hair. THIS ANARCHOPANDA THING IS FOR REAL. There’s some fluke to his costume where it exaggerates tired shoulders and he wears a knapsack that sags also, and it was fucking hot and humid last night, the way it is between summer thunderstorms, so HE MUST’VE BEEN SWELTERED, and at some point, right as people were dwindling, he made his exit — but he exited by walking from the front of the march all the way to the back and people were rushing him and hugging him all the way along, tired anarchopanda the philosophy prof. I can dig it. I mean, why did the universe go to all that bother? I know, you know, we all know. It’s like my petunia fairies took me out in an automatic boat. And like all corn fairies wear overalls. One is called Spink, a little girl. Allow three to five business days. Lemon meringue? It’s no good unless it falls apart. Is it “shocking” that Sergio and Pablo Shoklender, two teenage sons of privilege in 80s Argentina, should murder their parents, stuff them in a car trunk, and ride off in different directions on horseback? Traffic inherently fun. Most of the time. All the time. However, many times. Transportation is free of charge and symphony. I can not hide my legs moving their feet. I can not move their hands to hide my hands. When you see movement, was a man of action. You are disoriented, or one of the toccata, if you feel the speed rythmoEcho flat. Select a piece of meat with a fork to my mouth. Mail to a woman. Write. Lather and rub. What is the blood drive. What a swirl of the brush is smeared. The ‘copter was conceived by Dutch artist Bart Jansen, and debuted for the public at the KunstRai ArtFair in Amsterdam that ended Sunday. Jansen calls his creation the Orvillecopter and describes it as “half-cat, half-machine.” The Orvillecopter is exactly what it looks like: A taxidermied cat with a plastic propeller attached to each paw. No animals were harmed for this project. The cat, who was conveniently named Orville, belonged to Jansen and died after he was hit by a car.
[Note: Sources: JBR; Darcie Dennigan, “Orienteering in the Land of the New Pirates”, at H_NGM_N 6; Moira, “Remember Me” episode of Rizzoli & Isles; JBR, but see previous; Brett Story, Efrim Manuel Menuck, Graham Latham, Joseph Rosen, Michael Nardone, “Montreal Diaries Part 1”, at n+1, 5 Jun 012 (“Echoing the cacerolazo — used in Chile in 1971 during Salvador Allende’s rule in Chile, and then against Pinochet little more than a decade later — [in Montreal] thousands of people armed with pots and pans emerge from their homes at 8 PM each evening to bang and clang and make as much noise as possible. These gatherings are illegal under Law 78, the provincial government’s emergency measure to quell the student uprising by limiting the protesters’ right to assemble. …”); Tomaž Šalamun, “Kost / The Bone”, (trs. Thomas Kane & Tomaž Šalamun), at Cerise Press; Larry Fagin, “Unplanned Account”, “Bus Explosion”, “Franz K.”, at The Sienese Shredder 1; JBR; Larry Fagin, “No Real Than You Are”, at The The; Johannes Göransson, “Jose Santiago Perednik, The Shock of the Lenders”, at Montevidayo, 5 Jun 012; JBR; John Olson, “Du Mouvement” (tr. Google, with JBR sending it thru 3-4 languages), at Tillalala Chronicles, 5 Jun 012; LA Times, as quoted in bluemana, “Dead Cat Turned Into Remote-Control Flying Helicopter”, at Disinformation, 5 Jun 012]
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