I crap you nope, to quote Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle. Googamoogah’s mother’s mom shits a live baby into the corpse’s lap, countering Death with anal birth. Holes burn through the celluloid (see Fight Club, 80 years before) as He sharpens the tip of His tail with a pocketknife. The whacked off whatnots end up as eye-candy décor. This Lamb shift is a result of the interactions between the electron and the constituent quarks of the proton as described by QED. These interactions are slightly different for electrons occupying the 2S and 2P energy levels and the resulting energy shift depends in part on the radius of the proton. However, in muonic hydrogen the Lamb shift is much more dependent on the proton radius because the much heavier muon spends more time very near to – and often within – the proton itself. As for myself, what interests me about Marx, at least what I can say has inspired me, is Book 2 of Capital; that is to say everything that concerns the analyses of the genesis of capitalism, and not of capital, that are first of all historically concrete, and secondly the analyses of the historical conditions of the development of capitalism particularly on the side of the establishment, of the development of structures of power and of the institutions of power. I think of the creature’s “dun” eye opening in the book, his attempt to smile. Victor’s breakdown in the courtyard. Exactly. You just have to wade through the plague ground of the present as the floodwaters rise from the reversed drains, sewage-riven, bearing tissue and garbage, the present tense resembleing you in all its spumey and spectacolor. That is, bioluminescent bacteria would be inserted into their own interesting-looking blown glass cells, forming a living lamp. Tubes would connect the bacteria to the life-sustaining sludge at the lamp’s base. The sludge would come straight from your bathroom and kitchen. War is over if you want it. The mercury should be washed (say ten times) with nitre and distilled vinegar and likewise dried (twice), and the mortar should be constantly heated just so much as you are able to bear the heat with your fingers. Grind the mercury 1/4 of an hour with an iron pestle and thus join the mercury, the doves of Diana mediating, with its brother, philosophical gold; most women who sleep with me end up blacking out at some point during our love making. As do I. Newton’s alchemical manuscripts remained “unknown” until the 20th Century, at which point they were purchased by John Maynard Keynes. Did I say Keynes? There are twelve stories about Fatty Arbuckle. We know how he spent (wasted, drank through, destroyed loved ones, burnt beds, was seen in nickelodeons nodding off on junk and gorging pig-like on duck and busting heads and breaking hearts) his final decades. Because of the underground nature of his later years (basements and brothels and dank laboratories and warehouses and seashells) we can only hope certain makeshift records (napkin poems, restroom wall sketches, carvings in trunks, nails through voodoo dolls, digits sent to ex-lovers, whispers floating back off ocean breeze, legends from El Salvador, French myths, personally performed porno in blurred film stock, corpses in floor boards, postcards to cousins, a jam session on tape with Fatty on tenor) appear from the rivers of far drums. I am twenty-four years old. I have degrees and a job and an apartment. I have never learned to grocery shop. Almost two years ago I stood in my kitchen covered in facepaint and wearing my Swarovski-encrusted riding helmet from my teenage years, at a loss; a camera was on. I didn’t know how to look at it. My roommate’s parents kept us well-stocked in arbitrary necessities. In the cabinets, we had many canisters of sugar. I am the reincarnation of Lyudmila Pavlichenko, a Soviet sniper during the second world war, who is credited with over 300 kills.
[Note: Sources: Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle, “Tales from the Crypt by Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle (pt 1)”, at Montevidayo, 27 Jan 013; JBR; Hamish Johnson, as quoted in S Abbas Raza, “Proton Is Smaller Than We Thought”, at 3 Quarks Daily, 27 Jan 013; Michel Foucault, Colin Gordon, and Paul Patton (Presentation Alain Beaulieu), “Considerations on Marxism, Phenomenology and Power. Interview with Michel Foucault; Recorded on April 3rd, 1978”, in Foucault Studies 14, at Foucault Studies; Bhanu Kapil, “Alpine: M. Shelley in a Venue”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 27 Jan 013 (re Mary Shelley, Frankenstein); Joyelle McSweeney, as quoted in Johannes Göransson, “Joyelle’s ‘Future of American Poetry’ vs the ‘Glut’/’Too Much’ Discussion”, at Montevidayo, 27 Jan 013; JBR; Rebecca Boyle, “Bacteria Lamp Can Eat Your Sewage and Light Up Your House”, at PopSci, 30 Nov 011; JBR, but see previous; John Lennon and Yoko Ono; Isaac Newton, The Key, Jon Leon, “The Promise”, Dan Hoy, as quoted in Hoy’s “This Is the Source of All the Perfection of the Whole world: Isaac Newton & Jon Leon”, at Montevidayo, 19 Jan 013 (didn’t show up in Google Reader til 27 Jan 013, tho); JBR; James Pate, “12 Resolutions Toward a New Year”, as quoted in Johannes Göransson, “‘James Pate Should Be Famous’ (Pt 1) – On Fan Fictions, Fake Fame and Atmospheric Aesthetics”, at Montevidayo, 18 Jan 013 (didn’t show up in Google Reader til 27 Jan 013, tho); Carina Finn, “Preamble to a Constitution of Baroque Malaise Traipsing Through a Field of Dead White Flowers”, at Montevidayo, 18 Jan 013 (didn’t show up in Google Reader til 27 Jan 013, tho); JBR; W W Houston, “See Jane Shoot”, at The Economist, 25 Jan 013, via Robert Farley, “But Allen West Seems Very Troubled”, at Lawyers, Guns & Money, 27 Jan 013]