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[sgt.null]

Inbox:
The river announced a full third never heard the dull announcement. His faults were exposed April 30, 2006 at 7:50 P.M. (with the sun provided) Hello wrote the dull legions. I did not require his dumb hands. And the iron man chose to forsake a general forum. If they had a problem with the recordings, they neglected to receive prohibition. If somebody had wished to declare they could have noted which part was the problem. Once melted they were excused. And if people could not receive beyond that, there existed no remedy. Sadly the stones were seized. More from the greenhouses existed, contrary to the finished mallards. Exclusively two plays needed to be thrown to be honest. If each one was at top it would have been more honest. Each was modified to a disturbance and came with slightly average ground. Ash bins were places of agreement with much made by what you said. It was indicated that always still these people who to your face smiled. Behind your back was considered backstabbing if twice confronted? If you had something to say it was to the face. Lines of statements were drawn. It was doubted that many were trained dumb. Broad arguments were too much on the business. People tilted with precision but did not say so. But they felt uncomfortable and dumb. In spite of some, there was a stoppage of facts. A crane was needed to rebuild reputations. Safety was adhered to around there. They did not forget. They traveled with all expenses learned, Not echoed, I made things; they acquired me a suitable bad representative. and it was adhered. Do not think that I was not you. When attacked. I was in the right with you. I did not think and then it arrived. But they never knew what sickened them made me linger. Consequently, a particular attack invented in there as right did not work perfectly. It was never stated that you needed to push each probability. Something they thought that you had forgotten indeed. In the dawn they took away any interests. A manner of considering things was that. If somebody did not want you, they should not have forgotten that life is too brief. Moreover, the people who drove out those who disturbed you did not want you. And the same thing that suited you could have humiliated you. You disturbed the people. And in the end that it did not differentiate you did not matter. You deranged your recent totem, which formed an animal outside that became detached pain. What did any of this bring you to?

[sgt.null]

Count time
his name fit him, Thomas Usher. Never Tom or Tommy. It bore a mark of prestige, of vague honor. There was a time, before he could remember though, they say he did things too terrible for public consumption and placed him elsewhere. So we concern ourselves with another. One for who names held power. His own was always James Earl Couch. He felt it a legacy name. But for his mother's displaced sense of pride. His father was one of many; of this his mother did not share her feelings. He never asked and she never offered. The boy grew small, living inside his head. Having missed the introductions he concocted stories for the things that happened around him. And his explanations served no worse than the mythologies others passed around the campfire. A fire he kept running for the winter he spent in the mountains. There was a misunderstanding involving the guardians of the public, so he lit for a cave on the north east side. When it was clear he jumped a north-bound train. He arrived as a messianic vision, but that too cleared up. Soon he settled and began printing himself. For protection he inked armor, for battle he drew knives and then he strapped on angel wings. He cobbled a manifesto and ended up in state custody. His ramblings earned him a free pass and he vanished with no forwarding address.


An Abominable Mystery/Hopeful Monsters

1) Oxymoron: horizontal variations, mutations. A mechanism, complexities. The central mystery. Major morphological transitions stall. Either completely deterministic or completely stochastic. Where is a vector of progress? Inspect the interpretation. Increasing entropy. External morphology of internal biochemistry. Recapitulation is defunct. Is present ignorance just real knowledge? Complex array, stability. Transitions, decay, evidence, eventuality. Reject the incorporation of astrology, spiritism and idolatry. Did the cosmos become conscious of itself? A mind enlarging its domain? A mind that oversees, orchestrates, gives order and structure? A chance and time process, or plan and design process? Our tools of observation and inference; logic and observation. Time, chance and the inherent properties of matter. Maybe directed panspermia? An interlay of atoms, natural forces and radiation.

2) Convergence: similarity in structure.

3) Divergence: no intermediate form. Branching. Mosaic or modular? Are you a selectionist or are you a neutralist?

4) Origin: dark environment.

5) Extrapolation: limits, boundary conditions. An ingenious chemical defense mechanism. Symbiosis in populations. Absurdity in the highest degree. Perfection of structure. Use and disuse. Direct and indirect. Progress through effort.

6) Mutation: abundant evidence of defect.

7) Mathematical Challenges: a related series. Time is the hero of the plot.

8] Upward or Downward: parasites and diseases. Breakdown or build-up. Direct inference. Creation or corruption. Textbook burden. Chance becomes providence. Searching for internal force. The most obvious and serious objection.

9) Conflict: theory versus facts. Discard or modify. Lucky or fit? Optimal engineering design.

10) Stasis/Statistic: sudden, distinct, variation, disappearance. Monstrous mechanisms. Punctured equilibrium.

11) Time/Chance: a ceaseless struggle. Logical inference from evidence. An artificial abrasion. The right hypothesis. Erosion and potential mixing.

12) Practical and Theoretic: Multivariate analysis. Be critical. Approach and assist in an achievement. Do not accept or do not dismiss without evidence. With a monotonous regularity possible evidence is discarded or disregarded.

13) Philosophical Preference: Objective interpolating of gradual means. Unrepentant reminder. Long periods of boredom with sharp periods of terror. Logic and observations. Defend or defer. Time, chance and the inherent properties of matter; or design, creation and the irreducible properties of organization. Imposed or resides within? So in the end I implore you, think about it!

[sgt.null]

reasons of the shark

beginning.
for a season, luck will not be your sidearm. quoting geniuses - everybody does it, but very few are good at it. people blame the truth for general bad luck, but they are losers.

1) bad luck
your worst problem. the reason behind your failure. don't be foolish. here is a suggestion: party with the hours. after 500 to 100, the night will fade.

2) predicates
this much is true - you lose on a regular basis. be straightforward. elevate deception into your arsenal. stand over the bluff, come out of your shell and be creative. finger-painting can be fun and character building.

3) rough games
you are fifth best in everything. bankroll selection. wallow in your pride - check your ego at the door. find lesser-skilled people to hang out with.

4) fun and mental
a common reason? read a great book. work on the expansion joint of common knowledge. build upon assorted foundations. focus on basics, the element of the mix.

5) tilted
significant overthrow. the unlucky line up for booster shots. gaskets blow, coolant runs out. roll down a hill. chase after the status quo.

ending
so teach someone to fly a kite. can the chatter. paralegals freestyle at the control bar. in an invisible downward zone, the windows are slowly closing.

[sgt.null]

Day 183.
My word... they continued me taunt with strange objects. Gather little balm from the linden. They nourish unnecessarily on, while I am forced to eat the fresh meat and dry cereals. The only thing, holds outward journey, is the hope to escape and the soft satisfaction which I receive to strip of his pieces of furniture. I eat tomorrow; houseplants of others. Today my attempt, I slip by some around their feet to kill. while they followed going almost - this one must test on the upper surface of the staircase. For and repulse, I cause to disgust this ordinary oppressor on his chair of favorite, still to vomit me. I must remember to test this one on his bed. In more, one mouse and taken the body without head, decapitated. To form it consciously that I am able and to try to attach fear in their hearts. They garden, did not bend down, which good kitten was me. Hmmm, which did not work in accordance with the plan. There was a type of meeting of its accomplices. I was put in alliances during the case. However, I could hear the noises and feel the food. More important, I understood by chance that my restriction was due to my energies to cause "allergies." I must learn that this one is and can use with my advantage. I am convinced that the other prisoners; flunkies are and perhaps snitches. The one is usually released and seems to decrease more than fortunately. It is obviously a Halted Spirit. The other must be a reporter in addition and speaks regularly with them. I am sure that it submits a report/ratio more my each movement. Because of its current placement in the metal sector, its safety is assured. But I do not have a patience; I can wait, until the question of time...

[sgt.null]

the end is narrow

The end is narrow. I confront the final negotiations returned at the origin to the fictitious apparatus of a segment of the caricature. My friend, explanations of patients is free. I was sick with my case; including insurance. The five lived a total quantity which was thawed out life. The five traveled against each one. And more, this one is weight to be returned. I formed my manner much more wished now that you have seen the report/ratio? He had nevertheless in more than five, some in mention too of the small number. Mountain distance should form without release. I projected each course, to represent. Each stage considered was the manner; the part; in spite of more. I wish this one, much more formed with my manner. Before a long time in the insurances, he knew them. If I have broad white teeth, I could chew. they were in the vicinity. But by him, when there were doubts, I ate in the upper surface and the outside which was gone ahead. I used all in the upper surface and was with him. My manner cultivated with him and five others. I wished for five radios to cry it. The five had an abundance; my part to lose. And now, as a founder of fire; in the reduction you sing us more showers. I maintain consequently meetings. I think of him completely and that with him is not cold. And I cannot say that there is a timid manner. Why do you have cronies to a man, if not to receive it? If he has naught, I must find it. The things you say must be precise. And if not; then words which kneel downwards. The chainmen have recorders. They have accepted attaching, the objectives with the popular culture. A unit is proposed to return to transport with thoughts of somebody at a historical time. The apparatus was not precisely an apparatus of time, because it transported only behind in time. The apparatus was little more than one plot device to make a visit to the letters of the past. Frequently, such visits passed with voyages of nostalgia. Remember that time, places or things are last in the not-so-removed. Do not to confuse a man with payback or the apparatus. I can form it and therefore you have never been born.

[sgt.null]

arsenic

Although the arsenic had multiple isotopes; only one of those isotopes was regulated like so. The nuclear force was isotopic or elemental. The arsenic seed was a material saline for nuclear weapons. (Cobalt was a different saline. A gut-gust of the material). A covering of arsenic illuminated the neutron river with high energy intensity. Thermonuclear weapons were set to explode. It happened to be transmuted in a radioactive isotope.

To what extent was a period of average value considerable to admitting days? Production of megavolts around gammas radiation was a long-time increase. The radioactivity of fall-out weapons was of some hours. Not to mention never was such a weapon necessary. Not indeed; to be established, examined or used.

The mass of normal atom did not evaluate numbers as indicated. But it was derived from experimental data. Despite at least partially systematic tendencies, some acceleration was surrounded by rotation arguments. (Then we had a little instruction in the parentheses.) Uncertainties in the parentheses occurred and resumed with dementia after the last corresponding places. Uncertainty of the values was a designation of normal divergence. Exceptional constructions in isotopes were ashen. The mass of normal atoms were in wide uncertain usage.

Elaborate masses of purchased isotope masses were used in atom evaluation. In central physics we found isotopes quickened normal construction and masses of atoms. (And the atomic weights of such elements.)

Applied pure atomic chemistry and weights were improved. Periods of value were averaged. Acceleration of rotation and isomer data were reselected as new sources. Elaborating the observations on a side conversation was the purpose of this article. The little evaluation of the heart and qualities was done in national central computer centers. Expired data was shipped to laboratories forming parts of the state.

The information that had been extracted by the data base was brought by older manuals of chemistry and physics, On-line-versions were available. Pictures of isotopes could be found in local libraries.

Old arsenic is a part of the game. Company set pieces are set before authors. Writers are known as rigid protagonists. Film adaptations from him have to gives back the director. Rolls of film not released despite schedule conflicts.

The first roadway of the production game was in a city. It was produced by the producers. The game was given back to the directors and opened as the game contributed to by the theater. It closed there after playing the results. Twelve some games by arsenic and old parts were recorded. Singles were written to come out well. The game translated in many languages. And thus was applied still far, including a Russian film. A Renaissance of the game ran to the theaters.

The boiler-rings informed the establishment of superior education. The doctor lived in a row house. I recall that the flat-end of the houses were then called stations. And the quality of sector living returns indicated much in the live sector of the sisters. So the activity of the game adjusted. The house was therefore the house of the president and his superior education.

The plotline was of old ladies and murder. The plot could also be urged by effective cases in one to marry. Then we saw where one older woman took in the lost gangrene and supposedly poisoned it as her pensions appeared.

The play was a black comedy. Posse hafts were around a critic of hating theatre which he had employed. He was an insane, murder happy family-man. And then the local police forced a discussion with the flitter women. He had woken with the women reconnected by turns. His family closed two spinster tangents and then set to assassinate the old men to only take their ration.

And they poisoned him with glass and a hounded beer wine. He slept as fresh hematite was scraped for arsenic, strychnine and precisely a collar. The cyanide was then attached. A brother who believed him was a president. And then hollow locking was prepared for the channel in the cellar of the house. (Which were used then as tombs for the victims of the aunts?)

The murder issuer was a brother who received the operation of beauty. He then appeared of an alcoholic accomplice. (In work a letter was based on surgeons in the country of coarse real-life.) Around such his identity was dissimulated. And then, a grotesque film actor was coiled as a referential joke. We saw such as the role was played in the beginning thusly.

The film adaptation followed the same fundamental study. (Then it appeared with some light modifications.) It was as usual, after the forum took several calls of curtains. She stopped because the final one at the end with the victims of murder was considered final. (Frequently in the past the staff heightened to know some types of buildings.) So we entered from the cellar and formed the final elbow to bind. So we struggled to find bindings to fill time.

[sgt.null]

"in us to be entrusted..."

My creative side leans in direction with the drawings of chalk. And I must all the platforms have really which are removed. Travels to and from have to be in order. To put up, and how upward or downward is yours. And you need no travel word. Travel Rivers by skin kites; your wings in revolution. Unfortunately fermented. To write environments you attach phantoms. Impose each day to break; more to conquer. Through to steer the small coast. Gong song and split. His throat is much honored. Women connect to set free; before you to see. To hold; like the old light preferred original. Still to never to be grass of greener distributors. Herd and air to play travels in such a way. In order to put up. To have as upward or downward. Still you have no word. All last then. So that I receive by this one. It receives. I write slightly now. So you hold; go to the edition. And farther you approach your dread. Let us please close here; our eyes to the skies. It is not better. Around in the woods to be lost. It is not so badly the peace. There in the woods. Inaugurate one hour or two during one day or one week. And much a statement; such meant even less to me. That these thoughts; with the problematic cups. An hour and over. Of these; of the honest now. And the mythic light partitions well. Which matters over humans; borders on laughter. Low by the large bird. Fraud! Cry so true of the cry in trees. That they cried. Let us please close our eyes to the silence. Therefore you can have ideas which come in darkness. The west; small hours to write. In order once; a too personal question? Spirituality for the right side of my brain; to take a step inside. However by it which I have become. With the share; as your music does work. Madmen over humans on the borders stalled. As the large birds low the hoist, which they knew and which the sheets moved. It was to have places for me in one age. The seas to never cover from roof straw and to infiltrate always. So much highly you fill; to go so low. Creeping the wind; to slow you in the tropical heat. Those on the seats miss the crunching break. Two of doors will always be upward. So we merrily never journey downward. Meet and forget at my side. Let us please close here; our eyes to the silence. I am as by curiosity. And when you carry or write a document-case with you. Precisely astonishing. Let us please close here; our eyes to the skies.

[sgt.null]

Choral Society

Joseph Raymond McCarthy
Republican Wisconsin senator. Charges of communism, communist sympathies or disloyalty. Demagogic, reckless and unsubstantiated. Accusations and claims. Discredited and censured. Died by alcoholism.

Manners and the things you believed. Macabre parks never awaited a spring. I would make you leave. Girls, he is a stage ahead. In the dance between the distributed sides. Following the love; iron genie berates. Friends go downwards and to the left in a dependent way. Melt in the darkness that is with an entirety. She rains, he thinks, they run. Very white lies; such as I. I cannot be caught; it causes him to aspire. To cook it is against the regulations in Ohio! I do not point out the yellow banners. Walk and lead to foam like a wave. The reason around the birds? Like tender memories in your hands. And old men? The testing devices by the trees. Macabre parks; like somebody in the rain. I think to the bottom. On the left and outside. Then I can take the cause to him who took it. Thus he aspires to cook it. And again; never have this regulation with Ohio! Another song for me. Sing! Is there another dream for me? You leave the sun. Somebody take to him the wine. While it is hot, never leave yourself very angry. Consider me the sun. After all the expensive times of my life. My life in my hands and I use it. With leaning rivers. Wish like rivers by the sky. Melt in the darkness. The sun makes you forget. That is an entirety. The glaze of sugar soft and green. To the bottom, on the left and outside. Downwards in the park. In the park, the meeting of the apparatus. And the play by numbers? In the sun you shine. By settings, I am in the park. The sun is shining. Downwards and to the left. Call to her.

[sgt.null]

Steel Camera

The city sprawls; crawls amongst the trawls. Hallmarks and benchmarks. Incorporating the incorporations and the hassle of their service contracts. (They disconnect the contacts.) Peasants are ordered to act pleasant. Factories litter the river side. Shopping malls, strip malls and strip mined mountains gather. I am on spins and needles. Chicken scratch, needle tracks. The null reports the dull reports in distant shores. (More retorts?) Slop trap – tar pit, the plastic sickness. A polite function, a polite fiction. Emote your remote emotions. A universal remote. Wired wireless cables buried underground. Ship wrecks, car wrecks and a high-tech train wreck. Line them up on the side of the road. Double white lines, white crosses, double cross. Row upon row upon row. Fashion factions taking action. Fractions in inaction. (Aught/naught.) I was tarred and weathered. Profiling from old profiles. Filing down my smile. (Incisor, cusped, canine.) Tilting at landfills, searching for other hills. Coyotes running down our horses. The singular mechanism of injury is the state’s sole obsession. (A terrible skill.) Grifters and drifters given short thrift. Shot them at the thrift stops and shops. Venom fills and trills. (A terrible skill.) Can’t wait until I quaff a frothy swill. I took the road less forsaken, and that has made all the indifference. You know; now I am a specialist with a death wish and a wish list. (If you insist.) catch me at the dead pools and tidal pools. A mister twister spinning around, around. I’m trying to break the sound barrier. Finding a new carrier is a sound choice. And so low is your solo that you may as well be a no go no-show. Adult deficit eating disorders; grieving and leaving them at a deficiency of efficiencies. So tilt their head back, lift the chin up and place the mask firmly. Verbs are words even in thirds; on that you have my word. A noun even when down is still a person, place or thing. So let me hear you sing! (Sway, slay, swing!) Ready, aim, retire. A squib – a blank, a misfire. So now I’m caught in the razor wire trying to reacquire the choir. Deep seeded easements; so let’s not pass judgment. Head down to the basement when it is flooded. You can still hear the voices offering you another way. So what do you say? Tap and shout – twist about. Flout your rout.
Can you figure out what this was all about?

[sgt.null]

rook gin (an absract)

Rook gin, rook gin, ode to our era at rest? Dulling our yaw.
Roy yodels and nods. No, he scars and robs red?
The pet eons elope in flux.
Rogue red? A nod to our end; embossed the duo’s ids rot?

Evil, too often asleep. (I dig it, opt dog!) Still Zen riffs death
In the tense erect slogans and opts to evoke reverence.
Odd won tin swollen by my
Ash so he won tin soaked by my ash.

Styles are genial dead. In relics ever the tog relaxed.
Cargo snails, a cab; snub the remarks. Tusk dusted.
Evil red. Red self opts for our trash. Sickest in your death.

Roy era ought to hum more. So I delay tin puns and hits.
Rich out of tannic. In no tub Roy tans. Opts the gnats erect.
Gnats errant; so coy.
Go indeed and lack set required evil. Esther is rich; so
Esther sees six more. Sees and still swears. Esther is
Rich; so Esther sees six.

More of on sight trash bins.

Oh! That digs more than he dabs. Emote and redo my ash nag.
Debt tattoo paces; the end flux. My sullied dancer flies in error.
The empty. Roy. So Roy lugs and
Opts for the Zen otter. But gets dour hues. So Roy tugs tin?
Dry hues for Roy’s ten orts?
Does Roy thaw ten empty orts?

Our out is a ton effused and nixed. Sight of ash error
Is a ton effused? Nix embossed six.
The debt Roy worked until he ended the skilled lad.
Until the pub.

Leah empties by a reverie named. Serrated sin at Eiffel sighs.
A tub he saw; so dad kicks sin trash. Skiers nixed
The doomed airman; narrow as an elk.
Airmen; narrow as a dog. Not red; cab that dog in tin.
Nag that wolf.
Dog sin entices a nag hit. It is an urn nixed.
An ousted nag is grouting the towel nag.

He’s evil; he drays and he peeks.
The flies mix and drag. He peeks; flies midlevel.
Emotes then dons trash. Dancer is pale in mended ratios.
Gnomes thaw and tug the reviled; erred.
Red theft is a dash needed for ebb relieved. Thoughts east;
Rap noir dancers. Noir work is lax; sifted with gnaw error;
So equate.
Rosy Tao; off; you new rosy gin Klan.
Out them. Deal with earth new.
I’m deaf. Ethics eaten.

Lepers nix; you won a liar. Often eats dew.
Tugs rosy eyes. (Hated ether only;
Yaw out.)

Erred and embossed.
Opts to leap erred embossing. Out sparks
Rosy; adored off my ten tugs.
No! Rout Klan serum. Tallow; now rout cubed Klan.
Ought to gong. Ought to meal.
Won’t mix enough etches; lobby puns.
Nix nuns. Six nuns.

I wash yaks; daring to thaw six large nag girls. Lies pop.
Escape nitrates. Old nix retches.
Out! Rise thaw evil! Madness is yaw nuns.
Numerates ebbs. Irate? Then eat ten!
Rawest retro evil eats and rather.
Straw ether; retime erred? Empty elk ort! Out of roof jot?
Yonder; ado revue atonal. Ash era salad!
Essay; ether the gig. Scans, nags. At dawn, yelled.

[sgt.null]

1]
kicking back, watching
the tilty-head man swing
riffing the riff-raff
negotiating the
circumference of the victimstance

this one started it all. julie belonged to vince donofrio board. (that is how i found this place btw. someone there gave me a link to here.) i started calling donofrio tilty-head and came up with the stanza for his character on LOCI. i wanted to echo eliot's wasteland and started the epic poem.

2]
the freemasons are freebasing
in the basement,
on the level and on the square

i was singing the first two lines at work when an inmate suggested the last line as it is the mason's symbols.

12]
treat two, intend, in other
words, many enforced.
with noise, off to a side.
range. unload again.
parking lot, different direction.

at break at training one year at the prison i wrote that. just fragments of what was going on that day.

14]
lizards turn to salt/
all through the south/
old men argue

another thing i was singing one day.

18]
drawing circles
fill them in
just so many
checking boxes
left or right

from another training week. from my habit of doodling when bored.

29]
hereaway
wattles the dauber
his vespiary harrowed
a pale sun thawed
the bitter chill

it is about a wasp i was watching one morning.

36]
the sham, the shaman
the yogi, the swami
the guru, the bartender

my love of lists.

46]
the see more kid
sees more
and does less

some tale i read about a true outlaw.

49]
here is a fan
to cool you off
(she can abide)
fall in
on this side

a song i was singing at work in order to write something for julie. the last two lines are from an order we give the inmates. the first two lines from something i said to an inmate.

51]
...or my photostatic memory,
a thematic decision-
a comedic engine.

a poem i wrote on a drawing i did for julie by taking an inkblot and rubbing the paper together. an attempt at rhyming.

58]
Jason of California
golden boy / one of the
winters took him out

Jason of California was the son of one of julie's friends in NH. (julie always called him that.) my attempt to see his future.

61]
Lenin/Marx
Marx/Lennon
...good dog!

another something i was singing.

81]
fingers for gumby
you're just a puppet
anarchy clown
you can't stop it
swing, sway & swerve

the first four lines a from a fictional song i wrote for my fake band book, Gomer Black. the last line is from a painting i did for julie one Christmas.

86]
the geomancer with
his atomic dust
versus
the hobo with
his electric abacus

my attempt at a superhero poem.


90]
good night Essex,
into your hands
I light.

after leaving this board for a bit that is what i posted. i have no idea about Essex. just liked the name. i should look it up.

[sgt.null]

Half A Circle

Guaranteed. Sure-fire. Take it to the bank. A winning streak. A unique sympathy.

Techniques.

1] Gamble more than you have. Rent money, alimony (palimony), college funds, hedge funds, grocery money, car payments, mortgage payments, ten easy payments, student loans, utilities, water, electricity, the roof over your head.

2] Keep the size of your bets in fluctuation. A pry bar, a crow bar. A progressive losing streak.

3] Keep on your haunches; keep up with your hunches. The gut-gust, go intuition. A short cut to Iron City. This is your day, your time. It can always come true.

4] Your future? Parley cards, increase your odds. Just don’t forget the vigorish.

5] Gambling trumps sleeping. Fuel with alcohol. Stay up late, miss checkout time.

6] Tout your routes. Would I lie to you? One armed bandits wait in the neon shadows.

7] Research is for academics. Books are for librarians.

8] Folks are impressed with rack and ruin.

9] Self worth can be measured on line at a time.

0] Superstition is a natural reaction. Horoscopes, bio-rhythms, numerology, tea leaves, dead leaves.

[sgt.null]

what i have written the last week. may be divided. have done so by feel as of now.

1]
Meth labs and aromatherapy tents are set up in the desert. Effigies are built of straw and dead leaves. Greengrocers set up folding tables. Artists map out choice spots on temporary sidewalks. Dunking booths and merry widows are hauled in on long distance trucks. Corporate sponsored kiosks appear overnight. Magnetic coils are buried at equal distances on the perimeter. Ticket sales barely cover the overages and offsets. Propane salesmen gear up for record profits. Local churches set up mobile indulgence carts; manning them with foreign vendors. Dust storms are picked up on the Doppler machines. Blood in the water as local weathermen launching into a feeding frenzy. Reporters facing deportation fighting for face time. Cameras click and whirl. Cloud banks and crop dusters pass muster. Junkies queue up for another let down. They gather at food courts scrounging for spare change. Faded sheep clustering around a withered shepherd in the shadow of the monolith.

2]
A synthetic ode to infinity; set in sharp angles and obtuse curves. Pagan by design, religious by accident. Squat, ugly buildings built in clusters. Now comes the popular bluff; kneeling facedown on the grassy knoll. Prostrate before the captured moment. An icy morning, snow covered streets. Puzzled policemen marking a tally board. Counting down the days until Christmas. Anesthesiologists and pathologists in a middle class suburban subdivision; living in harmony and tranquility. Euphoria codes buried in binary half-steps. Rogue chemists hoping to unlock Pandora’s hope chest. Vocoders are handed out in darkened alleyways. (The first are always free.) Atomic batteries sit in forgotten storage facilities. Forensic artists working on a grand stage. Spotlight, center stage, first reading. Coma patients are brought along slowly; most never becoming fully aware. Twilight seeking sundowners chasing after dopamine rays.

3]
Sugar solutions are mixed and poured into jars. You can find them under the cellar stairs. Self proclaimed geniuses expelled from ivy-light prep schools. A twelve-step process (if it’s a day) involving the evolving cut tables and revolving vantage points. (So take advantage.) An epidemic of flyers posted on low-light poles and light utility trucks. Open-air markets defying forecast. So the audience settles for powdered lemons. (Bitter in their simplicity.) Field agents on suicide missions, ego trips and beer runs. They purchase death wishes at local convenience stores. So the state calls a statewide code blue. Hangman prep lethal injections for the political conventions. Ledgers kept by lodgers; spellchecked by codgers and draft dodgers. The reckless team up with the ignorant to form a majority consensus; you can check the census reports. Climate controlled rooms replace smoke-filled backrooms.

4]
The boarder crossers sport crossbars for the cross dressers. They sit down with vacuums and werewolves. The pure roosters strutting. The ghosts of goats linger…

5]
Do lions really destroy trees? I think I read that in a book once. Florists preserve forests on the big reserves. Proponents and antagonists both find negotiations anticlimactic. Robotic protocols are listed in sequential sequences in the sequencers. (She was lovely in that sequined dress.) Conversations about conservation and the destruction of construction. A useful construct? Rural poor meet the urban more and tally the score. (Tally board, tally board tallies me a totem.) Turbulence disturbance marks our descent. Illusionists perform reforms on platforms for cynics at the free clinics. They use epoxy by proxy to keep them in the public square. (So circle around.)

6]
Tangible results of an intangible world. Fathom the depths. Somebody gave the domestics labor day off. Surfeit or forfeit? Therefore and thereby says I. a glitter-proof laceration harness that I wore to the modern circus. Tragic dress that she wore. Corrosive halo for the cynical fathers.

7]
Brittle sugar helps the modern art go down. Cynical axes sharpened with caustic grindstones; forged in Franklin stoves. Dogs echo in distant parks; you can still hear their barks. Razor trusses for the truly impotent. Hazel eyes; a hand of glory. Smoking a vapid, rapid turn of events. String the words together to get her.

8]
Awkward banter at the altar because he has duties to perform. Suppose; just suppose that his vestments were heavier. The candles not so strong. A jug of wine, the wafer bread, his vows? He wears a novelty chain around his frock while guiding the flock. Parlor games with familiar names. Morbidity drove the old car. Disturbed to the curb. Privacy sweets. The grass is always cleaner on his mother’s side.

9]
Geometric records on twisted turntables. Stay tuned for a message from our sponsors. Did you get your daily recommended daily allowance of irony? Solving quadric equations in your sleep. (Slow it down.) A refusal to confront logical endgames. The point of early contention. (No deposit; no return.) Internal codes in the codex designate trigger points. Indirect lighting offsets the handsets. (Handsaws and hacksaws?) Climate controlled mayhem comes wrapped in a gift box. The puzzle box comes with a low center of gravity because heat rises. Iron towers in a digital age. (Someone left the cheat codes?)

10]
Gun-shy trigger men standing in ditches. Anonymous radio signals burning in the atmosphere. County lock up counts and recounts their trustees. Method actors in synch with their own gravitas. They testify before subcommittees; claiming executive washroom privileges. Lower level agents sifting through boxes of books. Pixie dust smuggled through airports and checkpoints; loaded into steamer trunks. Drug dogs execute search warrants of drug mules. Double agents are set up and knocked down. Meanwhile back at the zoo the keepers operate with omnipotent high-tech efficiency. Low-tech employment is now run rampant. Short-wave headgear being the focal point of stalled advancement. Long-range plans are hatched at local theaters. Catch a double feature or catch the matinee. Either way the officers will respond to the distress calls. Meet them at the overpass to synchronize the crossfire.

11]
Bitter sugar helps the music go down. Unnumbered speakeasies our still marked on the tourist handouts. Stick figure father figures. Overqualified foster parents begging to be taken off the roll call. Strumming along at the edge of the campfire; selling ghost stories to the natives. Density clusters are highlighted on your maps. Flood zones and tax-free zones are also indexed for your convenience. Biospheres become section housing with row houses built row upon row upon row… generic murals; codified graffiti tags. Cleaning/sweeping confetti from ticker tapeworm parades. Fractured, impacted and imparted from the daily departed. Crumbling urban backdrops covered with drop cloths. Walking along waterfronts; slipping into tidal pools left over from the tidal waves. Heavy metals litter the oyster beds. Fishing off the jetties; ignoring the hurricane warnings. Casting our own subjugation nets; loading our aluminum tridents and world wide nets. Flight surgeons washing up on shore. Low tide, high maintenance girls trolling the Tiki bars. Dodging the riptides. Rent boys left with the leftovers in the hallway overnight. Do not disturb suburbia signs hanging like gallows; dredging the shallows. The buzzing of alarm clocks as they ignore early morning shakedown wake up calls.

12]
Proven truth tellers hiding in cellars because addicts have stake claimed all the attics. Soothsayers confronting naysayers. Spiritual mediums also suffer from highs and lows. Women proclaiming omens; a number pass through fires; given up for dead. Tether your cows to your barns; the white city sleeps tonight. Low-flow hydrants ever at the ready. (Apples to apples; oranges to oranges.) They wither that stare; strike with rhetorical hammers. A small exodus waits at the gates. Geologists and used car salesmen frantic for departure. The narrow daylight wafts and burns. The commoners fight over dead carcasses.

13]
Mercy killings next-up; film at eleven. Porters with brooms at the ready. Sweeping up the ice and dust. They form a semicircle around their rally flags. Snowsuits, Zoot suits and open markets. Diorama or Diaspora; you make the call! Collect calls on cell phones; person to person calls on old tin cans. (Hang them on the telephone wires.) Empty forests patrolled by corrupted rangers. An aberration of gunpowder and rainbows huddled in doorways and under canopies. Candy cigarettes and swizzle sticks. Militias issue brass fittings and copper jackets. Mercury runs off running to the rivers. Gravitational extremists battling electrical loyalists. (Thank you Mr. Edison!) Maoists on summer vacation; avoiding public squares. Battery packs tethered and chained; left out in the rain. Charcoal merchants unloading empty trailers. Salary men populating the strip clubs along the border towns. Corpses caught in the copses. Catch the local news.

14]
Propaganda machines stand by on standby. Cachets of cash in attaché cases. Limit your terms. Phases of phrases. Front runners on the back burners. Handmade signs signal their return. Physicists manning the monitors. Physicians minding their manners. Adjust the volume centric controls. A perennial hit of the annual variety. Alt-control-delete. Time saving devices set on slow burn. Mass media markets are the targets. (Call now to order!)

15]
Duct-taped cutters invading small desert towns. Their anguished cries of anguish echo through the canyons. Lock downed candy colored diaries where they confess. (Stepford child confessions.) Misunderstood, underappreciated; appreciating nothing. They rebel by conforming to the pack mentality.

16]
Let’s head to the local courthouse to cast our ballots. Let us prepare for epiphany. Dog-eared and faded photographs mixed amongst birth announcements and death notices. (Post no bills.) A mythology stored in standing file cabinets. Alphabetical by redundancy. Codices written in new age babble; a self-perpetuation code. We read all of this with a skeptical eye. Descendents clearing out and making room for their antecedents. Seven location set in bas relief. Acrylics; oils and muted watercolors.

[sgt.null]

to help everybody...
by paragraphs.

1] new testament / burning man festival.

2] the jfk assassination.

3] cheese. a combo of heroin and cold meds they sell in Dallas.

4] illegal immigrants.

5] carbon credit trading.

6] ?

7] writing in general.

8] the Catholic Church closing a nun nursing home to pay off on the sex abuse lawsuits.

9] my wife wearing a telephone headset at work.

10] more about the jfk assassination.

11] Freeport, Texas.

12] the Chicago World's fair.

13] the killing of gorillas in Africa.

14} commercials on tv?

15] emo kids.

16] voting.

[sgt.null]

untitled for now

Chemistry sets are set up in basements. Chemists engage in light-hearted banter. Millions of demonstraters demonstrate. Later they all line up at the roach coaches. (Union mandated work breaks.) Old white men lounge in Barcoloungers on the parapets. They laugh richly as the poorly prepared protesters burn themselves out. Everyone present feels a presence pulsing in their heads. Comedians are dispatched to quell the mobs. Reporters crawl under fences and are promptly captured by off-duty thugs decked out in full riot gear. Synthetic apathy floats down from the ivory towers. (Blood, ash, fire and bone.) Jokesters and pranksters are caught up in hoaxes. Artists gather pay stubs to fund under funded public projects. Mobsters rousting the homeless; clearing out assigned territories. (Molotov cocktails and Louisville sluggers.) Volkswagens are lined up at gas stations on odd numbered days. Psychedelic battering rams are tied to the fronts of the Bugs; where the trunks are. Gangsters cranking up the blast furnaces; running on high. (Grey ash, acid rain, charcoal and gunpowder). Waitresses take smoke breaks dodging disorientated vagrants and their distorted unmatched sets. Suicide bombers are stopped at foot bridges and check points along the border. Hysterical crossing guards and forest rangers are hyperventilating into paper bags. Cyclone fences catch the snow drifts; bouncers in snow shoes gather at the cenotaphs. Tumblers go vertical; inverted. Jumblers mumble excuses and excuse themselves. The ringmaster hits the squelch and begins his random ramblings. Clowns and jugglers light magnesium flares. The hucksters set up glass bottles and lead weights. Neon and smoke choke the concourses. Inmates empty from the chain busses. Ticket scalpers work the foyers; negotiating with lawyers. Off duty sergeants are sculpting masterworks from wash tubs and circuit relays. Drug addicts lazily skate figure eights; a nod to infinity. The crowd engages in cryptic nods and mystic babbles. The growing racket is bracketed by stunned silence. Light industrial complexes are overrun by refugees from everywhere/nowhere. Hipsters rumble with vagrants over bragging rights. (Are they ever wrong?) The homeless cast no shadow as they collect rusted chains and jagged blades. Escape routes are committed to memory and marked on blast doors. (X marks the spot.) A post modern depression settles in; blowing in from the north. The amateurs and auteurs are a synthesis of the quaint and the other-worldly. Musicians set up on the bandstands; havoc and mayhem are their touchstones. Excess and opportunity are their tombstones. (Recede, blend and merge.) Impressionists convey impressions for the impressionist painters. The National Guard sets up converted warehouses as temporary morgues. Reality is diminished as strident preachers preach nonsensical sermons in temporary tents. Their congregation takes turns at being hysterical and unceasing. A blind rage passes through the choir; mute and off key. The mass of the masses only see any of this on local newscasts and distant pod casts. Pulp and mastic fed by disinterested beauty queens and homecoming kings. All cut into easy-to-swallow sound bites; sanitized and bland. A lifeless mash quickly digested and forgotten. The powers-that-be continue to roost; ignoring the warm rays of the rising sun. We are led along on the farm-to-market roads. Ruminating and silent we never resist the cattle trucks and boxcars. Blindly accepting the promise of a hot meal and a cold shower.

[sgt.null]

Marx Violins
Deuce unites tragedy with a Marx violin! Verses blast at dawn and him a fluke. Extra groups of decisions are verses for him. Grey dust, all that is left of the codex. Dust urges and in the air violence. Will we not go to sea to be a cog? My rants cut him to ceilings. Songs to unite portents of masses are sung on the hour. A tragedy with a Marx violin death! Float down-wards in the river. More over, downwards she patterns. Grey of fine grey skies, where black clouds fly. All the running water and the sky are a thought left in my head. Love runs my heart outside. My soul delays, I swear. If a woman is a false lock, what is a friend? Only one lie and principles end. And my head is empty like air. The tragedy links both a Marx violin and a Stalin harpsichord. Worms start at dawn with a flat fish. Groups of extras make decisions and waste time. Relationships are worms for him. Grey dust, all those whose codex starts on the left. He stabs at possibilities when he is deranged. He is coded for boats and in the activity of airplanes. Why would we go to the sea missing a tooth? My rants cut him to the covers. Songs are portents for the masses. The missing link was sung about immediately. A tragedy is made better with a Marx violin. Death is a temporary set back. Displacement of time set downwards in the river. We need more rubber, at the bottom, in patterns of him. Grey time, grey skies, where black clouds fly. If whole running water and the sky is on the left, what is on the right? A thought in my head rattles around until it withers. Love makes a run at my heart. Outside itself my heart often delays, ignoring me. If a woman is a false locking, is she your friend? Only one lie and we end the basic rules. And my head is like empty air.

[sgt.null]

Marx Violins

Deuce unites tragedy with a Marx violin! Verses blast at dawn and him a fluke. Extra groups of decisions are verses for him.

Grey dust, all that is left of the codex. Dust urges and in the air violence.

Will we not go to sea to be a cog?

My rants cut him to ceilings. Songs to unite portents of masses are sung on the hour.

A tragedy with a Marx violin death!

Float down-wards in the river. More over, downwards she patterns. Grey of fine grey skies, where black clouds fly.

All the running water and the sky are a thought left in my head. Love runs my heart outside. My soul delays, I swear.

If a woman is a false lock, what is a friend? Only one lie and principles end.

And my head is empty like air.

The tragedy links both a Marx violin and a Stalin harpsichord.

Worms start at dawn with a flat fish. Groups of extras make decisions and waste time. Relationships are worms for him.

Grey dust, all those whose codex starts on the left.

He stabs at possibilities when he is deranged.

He is coded for boats and in the activity of airplanes. Why would we go to the sea missing a tooth?

My rants cut him to the covers. Songs are portents for the masses. The missing link was sung about immediately.

A tragedy is made better with a Marx violin. Death is a temporary set back.

Displacement of time set downwards in the river.

We need more rubber, at the bottom, in patterns of him.

Grey time, grey skies, where black clouds fly. If whole running water and the sky is on the left, what is on the right?

A thought in my head rattles around until it withers. Love makes a run at my heart. Outside itself my heart often delays, ignoring me.

If a woman is a false locking, is she your friend? Only one lie and we end the basic rules.

And my head is like empty air.

[sgt.null]

L'éminence Grise

Back To Basics

A tornado had stripped the gears off of the monolith. It stood silent in a field near the river. The locals had built a bunker near its’ feet; but the door had rusted shut some time ago. The villagers had grown heavy with the burden of combat and had moved back to mountains at some point. Content with raising goats instead of raising armies. They never grew homesick; keeping too busy for memory.

Civilization Starts with Three People

Time crawls. A frustrating pace. Standing by the razor wire, he waits for movement. He listens to the desert. He counts to arbitrary stopping points. He rewinds the day and starts again. He replays conversations, echoing his responses. He creates a world inside his head, populating with friends. He never sees the shadows moving around him…

Dry Socket

Gathering intelligence has become mind numbing. Too large a canvas; too many variables. Anything worthwhile is in a lockbox, buried in somebody’s backyard. Civilians stop at the towers; their answers a mixture of disgust, contempt and fear. Given long enough it will seem that the barricaded fences have always been there. The loudspeakers crackles as the pre-recorded messages start…

Electoral Collage

Security does not bring comfort. The mass of people have to be forced to use what is free. The ballot box loses to the idiot box every time. Reports are filed; books are edited and no one works as fact checkers anymore. Our priorities shift; our attention wanders. At night we awake with a start. Temporarily lost, we try to orientate ourselves; but no one can see the stars anymore. We used to carry compasses; but now we trust the road signs. It is a good thing that so few of us operate heavy machinery

Silence Is Golden

I am homesick. I miss feeling trapped in a small town. I want to feel despair strangling me. I want to lose a little bit more hope each morning I wake up. In my hometown I lived on an empty lot. I had a lean-to and a shopping cart. I targeted open shops and cafes.

Traps

Intoxicated by acid rain. Drunk on recovered memories. Living on static and heavy elements. I go for days without thinking. I respond in sequences. It is the holiday spirit.

The True Meaning

I’m feeling lost. Grasping at stolen moments. I’m cold and wet. The quiet lies in its’ darkness. I stumble through the streets. Half-built mansions give way to burned-out ghettoes. Stealing random electrical equipment; hoping to fund my escape. I find a comfortable roof to wait out the daytime hours. I build up nervous energy, fuel for my foraging.

Lewis & Clark

It’s a perfect day. I stare at the mile markers as we pass them. My favorite song is playing on the radio. I start to sing along when the world goes blank. My heart skips in time as shrapnel, smoke and dust litter the sky. Eternity passes until someone is shaking me. My ears are buzzing; the air is howling; the heat is screaming…

Another Protest Song

I have become mute; my strings are broken…

[sgt.null]

a reworking, traditional song.

There is a flower in my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
If a day establishes
a volatile arrow,
then it is observed/established
by Daisy Bell!
If him I like and me
that I do not like,
to say sometimes I must;
nevertheless me?
I aspire, to divide to the lot –
the Daisy beauty Bell!
Daisy, gives the Daisy,
me who is an answer!
I am everything so that the love
by you almost moves!
Still is not a relation,
can a car allow me?
but they observe smoothly
after the bicycle that forms
after by the two.
We go the tandem
like man and woman.
Daisy, Daisy!
Lament away-descended
The highway,
me and my Daisy Bell!
If the highway is dark,
we two despise police
and lamps on the other hand.
there is luminous of the lights
to the eyes of screen
of the Daisy beauty Bell!
Daisy, gives the Daisy,
me who is an answer!
I am everything so that the love
by you almost moves!
but they observe smoothly
after the bicycle that forms
after by the two.
I am ready for you in raves
or the misery,
Daisy, Daisy!
They are the bell that I know
to them my love!
Small Daisy smooth Bell!
They take the conduct
in each trip that we took.
if I do not do well, allow them
then to use the brake to me.
my Daisy beauty Bell!

[sgt.null]

Dig, Dug A Dog, Dig?

...she has charms like a sledgehammer. Waiting on a park bench. Wait, wait, waiting there. Head feels like someone drove a steel spike. Chanting, pacing, and circling. They try to drive me from the park. A Sunday drive. Citations, fines, tickets and ticketing me. I am listed in all the travel guides. Some four-star even, oddly enough. Do not drink the city water. I do not drink the city water. Lead pipes leading, asbestos pipes, mercury in the water. Heavy metals bring me down. The sun is cold today. A chill chills me. Cold marrow is a narrow definition. I am still waiting for a smile. No; I am waiting with a smile. I inhale deeply. Doctors at the free clinic swear that they are bad for me. So I inhale deeply. Too bad for them. Actual actuary machines are running, underground, in the background. I can hear them in my sleep. I sleep lightly. Buildings are being built with geometric phasing and phrasing. I can not always tell the difference. The difference is beyond me. In the corner, in the dark. Digging up dirt, they dig with tools. With shovels and saws. I saw those digging holes. They dug a hole. They dig a dog. A shovel, a sledge, a steam engine. A surplus. Red China floods our markets with cheap novelties. Fishing villages, the Chairman liked fishing villages? I can not read his book. Indexed and annotated for the command man. Go to where the money is hidden. Where it is buried. Buried under the cold sun. The end of the line ends in the park. A walk in the park. A walk after dark. Pony rides for free, no fee. Take a souvenir photograph for the family back east. Empire State Building, Eiffel Tower, Stonehenge, the Statue of Liberty. All on postcards. Twenty-five cents each, five for a dollar. Postcards, post-it notes, spiral notebooks. Fill them up as you fill them in. pyramids on Easter Island? I carry a cart, a knapsack on my back. What was that song again? Give me a day and I will show you my world. I like writing. I like writing in my journals. I am a journalist. A scientist if you will. I know I will not. Is that her? No? Yes! My first second wife to greet me. On my bench. The park bench. Makes it a city bench. A benchmark. I offer her. But she quit last week. About a week ago. She still works at the factory. The one with the factory windows. A brick. Bric-a-brac. She is not on the attack. So I do not attack or attach to much meaning. I mean what I say. I say what she means. The factory then. I quit there once I was fired. A bad dream she is saying. Reciting, inciting, she is not inviting me. A bad dream she says. She says I have to stop calling her. She says I have to stop following her. Her husband gets upset. He is upset. There are men monitoring me. They monitor us. I can see them at the edge of the park. They stay at a distance. At the edge of my vision. So she shrugs. She hugs. And then she walks away. I wait on my park bench. The city bench. It is staring to rain. Not a torrent, a drizzle. A light misting. I am still missing her. I wish she were here still. We could sit very still. Maybe the men would not notice us. Maybe she got a notice in the mail? A light rain. I try to keep it inside. From the outside. I wait for my ride. The van. I have a plan. But I have to wait for the van. man I hate waiting. She has charms like a sledgehammer…