We have a true comedian in here who tells amazing stories and sounds like Don King. My favorite King-thing is, “I was sweating profuciously.” Another of his jokes is that white people say, “I’m going to take a shower,” whereas heads from the hood say, “I’m going to wash my ass.” All the younger kids … Basically, where we used to say, “That shit’s dope,” now they have words like, “wavy,” “crack,” “HAM,” and “flava.” Another popular term seems to be “That shit’s lit.” Everything is “lit.” I was in the midst of a long drift at the time, and couldn't have told you where I was if you’d pasted my mugshot on a wall map that had all of the place names printed in big, black letters. I saw them drag that body out of the water, though. It was hard to miss that. I saw them heave the body from the water and drag it through the tall grass along the bank. The guys who did the dragging were wearing plastic gloves, and there were a lot of guys wearing plastic gloves; it seemed like everybody that was standing around wanted to have a hand in pulling that body from the water. Sigh. “The lemur has got into the pudding cups.” I remember mobius deep digital enclaves yellow light through louvres of violet jade interpol assuming the responsibility where the gendarmes had overstepped the old man's bowler a display from the inner band stamp-sized documents revealing phantomas’ other professional resource arsine oxidizes too quickly to be an effective match-making can be hasard du gir and puffy they go their capillaries clogged with a proteinous matter from legalism’s earlier triumph why do they continue to ask when everybody knows the answer lithophones instead of sirens these hermits held up before only the shang wine and the symbol of saturn relaxing its rectum who had come this far only to be tabled on the turning hiss true lux invades and onyx the sunglass frames the dimmed parable of the wall wave all rebounding to cell their absolute deferment through ferment coterminous with belief and the interpolitical realismus its stacked deck chugging facial recognition where the spark gapped open a journey to the center of the earth the russian’s technique for changing natural gas into petrol the sentences it bled like long chain hydrocarbons calibrating themselves to the size of the filter hole array and etruscan marriages one after another after another an image of a green face in the mossy burl where the world came to know its fountain and multiplexed accordingly cops and robbers to the cradle of chattel hermetischism. Which is better than being enslaved in Brooklyn by the Dutch in 1898. “Z is a nice letter, and I am glad it is not Y, I do not care for Y, why, well there is the reason why, I do not care for Y, but Z is a nice letter. I like Z because it is not real it just is not real and so it is a nice letter to you and nice to me, you will see.” She of course didn’t mention the brutalist security fence that encloses ten square blocks of downtown Charlotte, Secret Service guards at every entrance. The maids and caterers and drivers and security personnel move around unseen. “No Public Restrooms.” Even here, it’s hard to find a place to take a dump. One finds, on going through these pages, such phrases as “glandular riot,” “polythene lung,” “petromorph,” “sodium street-lights,” “cretaceous ridge,” “morainal deposits of the last deglaciation,” “liassic beds,” “limbic mid-brain system,” “geodetic base vectors,” “brietal perfusion,” “di / methyl hydroxy / thiopentone,” “Aliphatic hydro-carbons,” “dimercaprol,” and “sisal entreaty”. That is, I am going to help you become more psychic by drawing an x to mark the spot where we begin — one bar of the x is everything that has ever been written. The other bar of the x is everything that has ever been spoken. Amen. McDonald’s Opens Its First Meat-Free Restaurants. B. Well. [Gets up and carries A to the nearby lake.] If the long is hell, it’s also a privilege that’s been a-building for millions, a real apex by-product; it’s the freedom from causality, no? or the delicious patchwork inexactitude - just like these silken ripples make.
[Note: Sources: Burt Burykill (pseudonym), “SHIT DUDES IN PRISON SAY”, at Vice, 5 Sept 012; Brad Zellar, “Motel News”, at Your Man for Fun in Rapidan, 5 Sept 012; JBR; Jon Cone, FB post, 5 Sept 012; phaneronoemikon, “NEAT BOVINE MELON CALLING DANK THROUGH THE PIEBALD ACCRUAGE”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 5 Sept 012; JBR, but see “Yvette Clarke, Congresswoman, Says Slavery Still Around In 1898 During 'Colbert Report' Interview (VIDEO)”, at Huffington Post, 5 Sept 012 (there should be some basic test given to all people running for Congress); Gertrude Stein, To Do: A Book for Alphabets and Birthdays, as quoted in “CHILDREN’S BOOKS, CHILDREN’S SONGS: GERTRUDE STEIN, PAUL ROBESON”, at American Literature in the World, 5 Sept 012; Aaron Lake Smith, “DISPATCH FROM THE DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVENTION”, at Vice, 5 Sept 012; Ramez Qureshi, J.H. Prynne: Poems”, at Readme 1; JBR; Ariana Reines, “Little Witch Little Witch Let Me In”, at Ariana Reines, 5 Sept 012; Jacob Sloan, “McDonald’s Opens Its First Meat-Free Restaurants”, at Disinformation, 5 Sept 012 (they’re in India); Jack Collom and Lyn Hejinian, “On Laughter: A Melodrama”, in Situations, Sings]