Open fist smacks down again and again and again until what made the noise stop?
Oh Strange Numbers Beeping Box what do you want from me!?! Get up from what? The notion of time then occurs, Yes. Right, but which one? Seven. I have to be somewhere at 7. Where? Work. Why? What? Okay. How long then until I must not sleep? Ultimately impossible mathematical contortions arise, abide, & cease. And what are habitually the final calculations? 10! More! Minutes!
(That I stayed up late to write this will hopefully amuse me in the morning’s groggy delirium)
Nota bene: It didn’t
bc – 12/04/06
The Psilocybin speaks more of the many in THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED. Metemorphoses of word & thought through Spacetime, this light as a river… General Semantics: Our use of language can severely alter our experience of Universe.
Mine animism eyes spy translucent streams of organic ether, the open system, Alleluia! The Neurogenetic jam box spins Akashic records as the wheels on the bus go round and round. “Anybody who understands my music will never be unhappy again.” – Ludwig Van Beethoven
The King and I will have our talk soon, of that much I am certain. He’s been on his cell phone speaking in foreign tongues for an hour now, when his call is finished, we will speak of things.
The King is dressed in the very most resplendent fineries, a man of gold and diamond and silk. A full page of TEXT embroidered on his shirt, soul on ice! I’ve a Dogs Playing Poker tie amongst my usual dorky rags, I hope I look ridiculous enough!
DAMN! Look at Shortie right there! (Across the way) Only just made of electricity!
our adventure having only just begun.
NYC sun shines us a welcome.
and how’s your deal?
A fine thing indeed
it sounds and to all
the best of luck.
More of everything please
and do keep the change.
Thanks a million
and have a nice day!
Shit man, because when I get Chinese food I get chicken wings & french fries, I’m an intellectual, git-r-done! And these wings what I got yesterday were monstrous. I’m in from the heat & labor for lunch, and damn but ready to CHOW, naturally obliging myself most heartily.
Though ever uncertain about everything, I slowly grok peculiarity in my feeding frenzy…these wings ain’t just big, but rather too big. And now that I take a fine study of the matter, chicken legs ain’t really look like this…I begin to play with the crispy fried physiology a lil’ and…and…
WTF did you say!?
CAT LEG! It’s a fucking CAT LEG!?!
I begin to feel sick in my tummy and strange in my noodle, but no! stop it! I’ve no more $crilla for some other less offensive lunch. Over worked, under fed & w/ reverence for all life as a thou: I must finish my cat lunch. (Anything’s a ritual if you just think about what you’re doing.) I eat my fill, fall into a deep dark nap, and awake w/ the strength of a dozen ghost alley cats; for reals.
Whilst awaiting my 2 piece & biscuit at the Pennsgrove Taco Bell/KFC, I ineluctably filled my medium chalice w/ yon Baja Blast. (Blue Mountain Dew) Which took about a whole fricking forever. Around the time it got 3/4′s full I noticed that nothing but syrup was pouring out…LIQUID GOLD! I filled up the remaining quarter w/ regular Mountain Dew, and went where eagles dare.
To think! I discovered the cure for Sleep & Teeth all in one go. MOFO were THICK with fairy spirit, Blood of Christ??? Fthagn! I sopped up mashed tater gravy w/ biscuit to fortify myself against sweet, sweet maddness, as my molecules began to vibrate at the speed of holy shit!
I thence thereby slipped through at least 2 parallel universes…2 BILLION INFINITIES! That is. And landed in this one. Which seems to be an exact replica of the one where from I started. Right down to the simplest detail.
Now I must some how find my way home.
The Macy’s of Christina Mall was treated to a rare glimpse of a New Castle Goofus Monkey yesterday around tea time. Patrons & Sales Associates alike marveled as the clownish primate lumbered around politely browsing the available wares & shopping for pants, just like people!
He cheerfully grunted “hey Chief, where’s the long johns!?” reports Thomas Adams, Macy’s Assistant Manager of This, That, and/or the Other. “He had arms as dark as Queequeg & legs as white as the Whale”, David Samson, 32 of Newport, reflects. “and I’ve never even read Moby Dick!” Rolonda White, the Sales Critter what had helped the beast purchase a pair of Hagar Slacks (on clearance!) supposes “you could almost see a spark of comprehension in his primative eyes.”
Sightings of the New Castle Goofus Monkey are quite rare, as the creatures rarely sojourn from their ‘Pataphysique forgings, but ever since they closed all the Jamesways, shoppes all around the land, get the occasional visit from these enthusiastic, albeit farty, primates.