Monday, March 21, 2011



I don’t-know any-raw he told us.

We know the Infinite that you’re is impeccable-&-just. Were here, as folks of Heven, to know what the matter truly is the right to which you knows ours.

I don’t-know any-romm’s what he said.

We want to know the matters were told from between the cherubim are transparent material and there’s nothing hidden behind & beyond it.

I don’t-know any-jaw’s what-I-think he said.

We know were their inspiration. We didn’t take offense when some of them implied were their hallucination. They had the tides turned when we fell into rumination. They even had us hear we-aided-the-barbarous. We know we-aided-the-righteous. This business but, Lord, they call HevenReeks, is proving to be taxing and vertiginous.

I don’t-know any-raam.

Stop being dull-and-poetic! Didn’t we take offense? Get to the point. Doesn’t he already know? Half the trouble begins addressing, if I may, IT in the masculine. So what, she likes to listen. There’s really a place called Earth? Won’t our mouthpiece break the ice before the Infinite goes strolling to yet another infinity? Did you mean spill the beans? Is our business as much polititious as it is religious?

I don’t-know any-more.

Is it a fact, as the heckers claim to have hecked, that the Sun must endure eternal damnation in hell frost, irrespective of what he once did for them, for his abuse of the Grace abound & that they all, irrespective of what they did & do to each other, come to Heven eternal? Tell us. Tell us it is. Isn’t there, Mr/s. Lord, a reverse switch? Tellus. Tell us the heckers made a false claim. Tellus. TELL US TELL US TELLUS TELLUS

I don’t-know any-laam he
I don’t-wage any-war
I don’t-have room
I-don’t roll

V O _I D

Friday, March 18, 2011


The man takes his seat and says 'I want to be psychoanalyzed.' He forgets to mention where he comes from. 'I see in my dreams,' he begins, 'fat white men sodomizing their kids. When I shout stop, I hear them shout back: Oh! Sure join us. Not choosing to stay, I step outside. I stand under a leafless tree and jerk off to a winter breeze. My act is witnessed by a hunchback granny and I’m ashamed. Before I could stop, I ejaculate and it is blood that I ejaculate. In this recurring dream, at various times, the players that people the dream aren’t always human -- they vary from wolves to bulldogs. Every time, I wake up breaking into a cold sweat and this is the only time I have an erection and it is very painful. My wife left me because I could no longer be aroused. Whose fault is it?'

'You are an Irishman,' the analyst says, 'and I think you’ve idolized the Brit at one point, and perhaps your unconscious still does it. I am afraid it is beyond my expertise to decipher your dream. You only need say you’re Irish and I know who needed the cure. It is not your fault. That whole nation needs therapy. I am sorry though it is not in my hands. On your way out, please let the Pakee in.' 'Say Indian, doc,' says the man, with J bastard under his breath. He analyzes me and then says he couldn’t! He leaves the office hands over his head.

As the doctor exits the restroom, he finds his seat taken. Are you normal, am I, are we? asks the patient from the doctor’s seat. The analyst shrinks in the patient's seat. 'In my entire nomadic life, that is adult life, the man resumes, I have met a billion people from all walks of life -- bureaucrats inside to homeless outside, I haven’t met one person you would certify as normal and I do not have a glimmer of hope that I ever will. I think you should go tell it to the world wind. On your way out, doc, let the Yankee in.'

On the way out, doctor meets his pupil and gets lost in conversation. He then never recalled in his life the incident narrated except but for in fragments.

Meanwhile, one after the other, these men get home and nail on their walls a writing on the wood:

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


A God changeless is Evil

To Profess is to Veil

To Don’t is to Live

A Book absolute is Vile

Wednesday, March 2, 2011


At the end of the verse, do place the punctuation mark of your choice(!) Do not panic(,) it’s just another either-or situation(.)

Drip drips it drops your conditioned brain
Drink drinks from it your ancestors pool
Years very many its been unsuspecting fool
Drip to and drink from that decorated drain

Winners are awarded the prize of harms and likely are to go through a life of hardship(?)
Losers are to go through the yet-to-be-named rehabilitation for their call to arms(.)


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