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Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:47 am

Parsimonious Aunt

I
The old house was dark, not a single light was left burning. He unlocked the house with his key and entered. He did not bother turning on any lights; having committed the rooms to memory. In the living room, he passed by the coffee table. He reached out his hand for the old book.

Picking the book up; he walked on. He made his way in the dark to the staircase. As he climbed the stairs he passed the portraits of his ancestors. He could not see them in the dark. But he knew everyone of them by heart. With each step he solemnly counted out the numbers of his problems.

II
One: His dreams may very well be genetic memories.
Two: The woman in his dreams may have really existed.
Three: He may have descended from that dream woman.
Four: He may have been a paramilitary trooper in a previous life.
Five: He may have attacked a short order cook some nights ago.

III
He then started for the attic; repeating his mantra all the while.
“Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Aether.”

IV
He paused at the attic door, afraid to try it. At long last he opened the door and stepped inside the room. Here, moonlight relieved the darkness. It frosted familiar objects His childhood desk, a steamer trunk, some broken windows piled in the far corner. He smiled at the familiarity of it all; until something caught the corner of his eye.

Propped by the window was a mirror that did not belong. Cursing softly to himself as he stumbled to the door he had just entered. He now found it closed. Trying to open it, he found it locked. He heard a humming coming from behind. Turning he saw the mirror casting a faint glow. Without thinking he flung the book at it. The book burst into flames mid-air. Shutting his eyes fast, he waited for what must come next.

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:56 am

fear snakes, close doors

lines crossed
arms crossed
fingers crossed
double crossed

electrical storms
electrical lines,
darkened skies
surge of mayhem

hired wired and
cross checked
double checked
double redundancy

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:04 am

another Rhymes with Clown album (someday)

Chairman Mao and Forever

1: Aesop's Fable
2: Dig a Hole
3: the Leakeye Man
(charts and graphs)
4: Wheelbarrow
5: Amphetiphibian
6: Hemingway's SHotgun
(aardvark)
(arquebus)
7: Icarus Lost in the Fog
8: Further
9: She Left a Note
10: ...let the Rain settle it

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:27 am

Inmate Request to Official

To: Captain Punch

Date: 07-02-2010

Address: Minos

Subject: I was not taken off the Advanced Reading List in April. Yet Warden Joe Smith gave me a regular library card when I came back from Muckle Unit.

I told the mail room attendantsI would give the Evil Eye if they keep stopping my mail. So in June (while I was on Special Restriction in Solitary)
the canceled my librarcard.

I need the Advanced Reading Card. The rudimentary reading list is killing me. I know how to read the advanced books when I see them; but these Primary Readers are killing me. The state is trying to kill me.

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:40 am

Morphine? (a cog by any other name)

Darvon - Codeine - Paracetamol - Coderit - Ephedrine - Ritalin

attention defecit order...

Prilosec - Ambien - Viagra - Levitra - Oxycontin - Vicoden - Heroin

Amoxocillin - Cipro - Penicillin - Allegra - Advil - Valium - Percocet

Government - War - Boredom - Suburbia - Opera - Alcohol - Resentment

Anger - Vodka - Bitter - Hangover - Haze - Waste - Politics - Jazz - Crash

Cancer - Divorce - Death - Addiction - Adoption - Computer - Animosity - Illusion

Graffiti - Veteran - Backlash - Blacklist - Condemnation - Hometown - Reality

Family - Alienation - Marriage - Media - Hysteria - Prophet - Loss - Burn

Music - Journalist - Inspiration - Puritan - Business - Opinion - Machinery

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:01 am

electrical impulses can
transmute metals

hobos lazily skate
figure eights (a nod
to infinity) a cryptic
nod, mystical babble.
a growing bracket is
bracketed by stunned
silence. light industrial
parks are over-run...
refugees are everwhere
and nowhere.hipsters
rumble with vagrants.
bats, chains, blades.
(the homeless cast no
shadows) their escape
routes are committed
to memory. amateur
auteurs are arguing...
they all suffer from a
postmodern depression.
quaint and otherworldly.
havoc and mayhem are
conjoined twins (pay at
the turnstill) you recede,
blend, merge. downtown.
rusted warehouses are
converted to temporary
morgues. diminished?
nonsensical sermons turn
hysterical at later wakes...
I am nothing...I see all...

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 6:01 pm

The agony of apathy

our discontent in pocket,
we barrel along. having
fun, our newest lodestone.
ae are not robots yet, one
step away? so dry your
eyes. There are still no
incentives for last place.
a subtle shift, from benign
to blatant. fame is a rare
commodity, dispensed by
The head nurse in charge.
medals are now won in the
tattoo parlor. driven by their
hostile hearts, the feel –good
disciples scatter in the park.
big smiles for big fun, it is
great just to be breathing…

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 6:17 pm

the Zen Men

the Man in the Catho-Ray Suit

pork pie hat
gas mask (goggles 3d)
white shirt - formal
wife-beater
tie - black
coat and pants (cream or tan)
belt
wrist watches (one per arm)
bowling shoes (size 13)
dress socks (diamonds on socks)
cd - old tv/radio/big band/news

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the Fish Tank Man

booth (restaurant)
fishtank (plants.diver)
all clothes 2nd hand
short sleeve shirt (check/stripe) too big
ink stain on shirt pocket
tie (black/blue with design)
pair of slacks (too long, roll cuffs)
white socks (dress)
black patent shoes (worn out)
book bag (torso large - newspaper?)
composition notebooks
cheap pens
cheap watch
glasses (Ediie's?)
walkman

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:04 pm

Dearest Reverend:
Well!! In the report of the crate and the tariff we stand corrected.
On Tuesday you communicated with Sergeant Null? Was the topic completely then connected? We are left deeply bereft. We thought that honesty would be with you. We are the kind that others are not. Completely and clearly there has been an injustice. What was intended and what was resulted were not always and entirely identical. It must be better handled. But it has seemed to dampen the fires which concern you. We are not approximately satisfied. We will further try and press you for modern shipment. We make apologies. We feel guilty more for it and regret that you could hurt easily. We can then with our clocks pursue hope; to estimate later. We manufacture the art of self portraits as animals starting to be embarrassed at the pain of man.

Our deepest regards…

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 11:10 pm

math is on your side

they love your all
or nothing nature.
the way you risk
everything by simply
waking up each
morning. your life is
certainly exciting...
especially when the
stakes are rising
rapidly. then they try
to neutralize you, in
fact, you often find
yourself surrounded
bu hostility. but you
manage to scare it
away. you manage to
stare them down and
beat the odds. even
when it seems hopeless.
only the strong survive
and you have superior
decision making skills.
this is no game for
novices, this is real life,

Post by **sgt.null** » Thu Apr 07, 2011 11:19 pm

an absent laugh-track
obscures that this
life is nothing more
than a cancelled sitcom.

coyote-style sacks of
money from the back
of a broken-down
armered car. victimized
by fame and fortune...
buried by the magnitude
of attitude. Mr. Joe Six
Pack works a double
shift to hover around
the Mendoza line. his
whole life spent getting
kicked in the teeth. jump
into the pigpile, to remind
the man who has every-
thing about what he still
can't have. taping 'kick me'
signs to the back of his
'friends.' a low energy
dramedy with operatives
whispering low threats,
all to make him miserable.
un-named suits selling a
blank marketing plan. this
is his life, such as it is.

Post by **sgt.null** » Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:37 pm

the Zen Men

the Key Man

blue jump/work suit
keys (lots & lots & lots)
work nboots - thick grey socks
gloves (fingerless?)
optometrist glasses
lock pick tools
snapback key chains
tool belt
watch
flashlight (head band?)

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Jimmy Couch

mercury bible
black & white cook's pants
white cook's apron
tattoos (left, inside forearm dagger)
ratty sneakers (Converse Chuck Taylors)
white tube socks
tattoo abive right eye
tape recorder
golf hat (black?)
pack of smokes (generic)
pocket knife
chain w/ wallet

Post by **sgt.null** » Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:45 pm

my stepson wrote a presentation for acomic book when he was young. i am adapting that...

the Whaling Three

King of Wisdom : power = magic
Qick Speed : power = flexibility & speed
Slapper : power = slapping
Stomp : power = vibration

others

Lightning Bolt Man : power = controls lightning
XQ : powers = see what villains do
Fish-Man : power = make fish anytime he wants
Pieces : power = hypnotism
Major : power = turn into anything
Karate : power = karate

Post by **sgt.null** » Fri Apr 08, 2011 9:53 pm

prison (so time goes...)

sickness and necessity reveal
the real heart of man. graffiti
distraction in the crucible.
mental telepathy or astral
projection? specific yet not
exclusive. this is my rant!
no single, simplistic solution.
conflictions are destructive
and negative. aspects of
withholding. activities of
accomplishment are organized.
misery in the background, a
morality play. A limited set of
possibilities. no one is that
naïve, such are meaningless
symbols. a serious reality. let
life direct or even redirect. a
world of cement and steel.
when they sleep, they dream
where the current takes them.

Post by **sgt.null** » Fri Apr 08, 2011 10:04 pm

mission accomplished

we went through a
thorough yesterday.
harsh and vigorous.
holding a sturdy
ration of scorn and
weakness. we expect
sham and hypocrisy.
a burst of sententious
priggery, wallowing in
callous disregard.
relaxed standards of
repetitious redundancy.
like a brushback by a
clumsy amateur. over-
amplification of the
obvious. exhausting
the depth of the given
subject, so we can lay
claim to victory - even
hollow and empty...

Post by **sgt.null** » Fri Apr 08, 2011 10:43 pm

Test Card F is a test card, an image used to determine the quality of a broadcast television picture. Due to its use on BBC television for more than 30 years when broadcasting was off the air, it is probably the most commonly seen test card in the world. The picture shows a girl playing noughts-and-crosses with a doll, surrounded by various greyscales and colour tests needed to ensure a correct signal. It first appeared in 1968, on BBC Two.

Virtually all the designs and patterns on the card have some significance. Along the top are the main colours of white, yellow, cyan, green, magenta, red, blue and black. There are triangles on each of the four sides of the card to check for correct overscanning of the picture. The standard greyscale and frequency response tests on either side of the central picture.

On the updated Test Card J, the ‘X’ on the noughts-and-crosses board is an indicator for aligning the center of the screen. A person was depicted so that the wrong skin colour would be obvious. Even the garish colours of the Clown had a purpose, according to the BBC, because their juxtaposition is such that a common transmission error called chrominance/luminance delay made the Clown’s buttons show up white.

Often, the name of the broadcasting channel appeared in the space underneath the letter ‘F’. Originally a photographic slide, the card was converted to an electric version in 1984.

The card was developed by BBC engineer Joe Kafka, who died in 2001 at age 76. The girl in the picture is Sarah, one of Kafka’s daughters. The Clown doll is named OddJac.

Test Card F is no longer used by the BBC. It was last shown in 1999. Test Card J and Test Card W, which also feature Kafka, have replaced it.

Post by **sgt.null** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 6:04 am

sugared loss ailments...

a normal means of manipulation.

when must they descend a nuanced
ailment? who begrudge a temperature
ambient? Useless refrigerators are ocean
carpenters and fire continuances. hourly
misreads are cosines and stardom will
congeal. when aliments congeal quickly
quiz hazy descendants that debunk all
cosines. processors near dawn quests
are velvet congealers. is it star remorse?

no one who manipulates loss ailments
will appear vexed. are ailments crudest?
love engages a hygienic table curator.
yet losses are codas and vexed quizzes.

no permit quizzes are hazy insects of
remorse. the last known coin comedies
are near tenements. it is a lost paradox.

ailments alienate quizzes and predawn
pedigrees. they debunk inferior radiators.
processors are entreaties. and ailments will
debunk the colorcasts. recipients poke the
profound dowagers. profundity is a loss.
ailments at sea are maypole quizzes. new
palisades pioneer old tarantula lineaments.

rudiments are confused precision decoders.

velvet calendars are at last temperatures.
internal maps and avian contentment will
be park calendars and poorly digital. now
congeal hornets and microdots with velvet
calendars. the last cobra map is now vexing.

plazas conceal and plazas are rust hoarders.
conserve loss ailments of firemen. conserve
loss ailments that alienate maps. quiz thieves
who argue nine hours. nine steps will encore.

garnets require parked lava plates. hygienic
productions are bulimic cosines. and interns
will quiz mourners of mayoral bacteria. will
interns recommend hooves to men and rooks?
their credo is of caves and cairns. the molders
are intermediates. mud will echo, choose well.

minimum park fasteners alienate and innuendo.
loss ailments are listed in parks. Silos are empty.
minimal park fasteners argue and alienate. newer
installations are downed server comedies. repair
maximum parks. mention loss ailments and fires.

we are descended from loss ailments. we congeal.
garnet quiz adjusters delete park safeguards. we
internalize propaganda ailments. coagulation is a
argument of guarded loss ailments. congeal now.

Post by **sgt.null** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 1:09 pm

History to the House of Fire and Ice

(Pink book)

With respect we contacted the guests of fire and ice.
The roses of fire and ice indicate the history of final romanticism.

The resistance.
(Shining crimson in color)

Against the frozen visualization of champagne.
An election of complexity.
Their eyes are confused with this dichotomy of passion and innocence.
Make this the end of your memories always…

Centuries of memories today!
When giving roses, the indicated amount can also add to the meaning.

A dozen = encores of gratitude.
Dozens = love without conditions.
More = a conscience that is guilty.

Rose history.
The rose is clearly our oldest flower.
They have always been known to man.
And have always been the most popular of flowers.

Nebuchadnezzar used them to adorn his palaces in Persia.
There they were developed for perfumed oil.
The petals were used to fill his mattresses.

In Kashmir, the Mogul emperors cultivated pretty pink gardens.
And roses were cast to rivers for receptions.
And they were given to the Houses that returned.

Roses later became synonymous with the worse excesses of the Roman Empire.
Farmers were reduced with increasing flowers instead of nutritional harvests.
The emperors fulfilled their baths and sources of swimming with increases.
They hosted Bacchanalian excesses with carpets of roses.
Cabals paid their guests with pink petals.
This reached their limits during festivals.

Roses are the flowers of love.
They were created by Chorus, the Greek goddess of flowers.
They sprang from the body of a nymph who found liberation in the woods.
She requested the aid of Aphrodite, the love goddess, who gave such beauty to her.
Dionysus, the god of wine, gave additional nectar to perfume the flower.
And with these three, we have this enchantment.
Brilliance and joy to them!
Soon Zephyr, the western wind, blew clouds of roses far and wide.
Apollo, god of the sun, then polished the flowers.

And thus began the rose era.

Sheila then conserved the age of vinegar.

See additionally…
The Montages of Flowers – Roy Downs (New York: Harmonium Books, 1968)

Today order roses from the Houses of Fire and Ice!
Provide your guests with roses!

Our thanks to the Houses of Fire and Ice.
And their respective histories.

Post by **sgt.null** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 1:15 pm

the Zen Men

Matthias Rust (Gravity King)
pair of jeans
snow boots (black)
leather coat w/ fur trim
leather helmet w/aviator goggles
metal aviator watch
gloves
scarf (white)
Rust stenciled on coat above front pocket
map (in Russian)
cross around neck
compass

Post by **sgt.null** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 1:20 pm

the Zen Men

John Mellow
khaki shorts
Hawaiian shirt (yellow?)
Yankees cap
mirrored shades
pink surfer tee-shirt
harachi sandals
wristband / anklet
hemp necklace

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Mr.Mean Dude
tie-dyed tee-shirt (skulls)
blue jeans
motor cycle boots (black)
head band (ying-yang)
lennon granny glasses
thick leather belt (black)
skull belt buckle
spiked wrist band
chained wallet (black leather)

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the Purple Toxic Dog

Kevin's Watch

Kevin's Watch

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