"Ingesting Resources and Giving Back on the Community"

Sylvia comes home puts on some spooky music and stares into a candle.
This is the me that i am; ingest me Mthyuh so that no more may suffer.
Yalalahalala. Ya [etc.]
Have we not fed you our poor our most outspoken. Yahalalalahalala. [etc.]
They who want to live no more, we let you have them Muhalalalahuthyuh. [etc]
[etc.] Then you spit them back up on our Welcome stone: nuf of the Othyuh, Muthyuh.

Nothing can Fill my Hole

I come home to my fabulous faux-renaissance palace and hover over my persian carpets in the opium den listening to my favorite ragas. My four fabulous akitausies file in, strutting their glammy beauty and leaving a genuine fur-rug trail behind wherever they step, smiling their adoration. I glide out to my multi-tiered pool with fountains, really more like a water park. Here I bob as a rubber duckling in the falls and whirls. Later, for dinner: all the delicacies that the local ShivMart can provide. My mother? Although living here on plant and does cramp my style, adoring and willing to commit crimes to retain my favor. Then why... why the hole? It's a hole and it's the size o' Texas, right here... [Chamatilly indicated a large oval area between her groin and sternum by drawing an invisible egg shape with the tip of her finger. The hole came all the way up under her breasts]. It seems that nothing, nothing can fill my hole. This hole, priusnear the size o' Texas, is all up inside of me.

Envy of Sociopathy

like a clothespin on yr nip,
fine remorse and guilt rip
all up on through to yr sp-
ine. when you kis me on d'
liups, we lookinat so mini
owrza feelingud witu chile

Look, Girls: Get it?

Look, girls: Get it?
Some will say that you are uninformed (they will freakishly pronounce it "on-informed").
Others will say that you are confused. HUH?!?
Still others cite mental illness.

Does a third of each make one in three? I don't think so, honey!

Stick to your "guns" babes! You so rock!

Hoist'em and keep breathing!

A stitch in time say sutured poison don't run!

Pegyuh is the whirl, chile!

Find Someone Who...

is a drama queen.
likes red punch for the lipstain effect.
exaggerates, and whose nipples are erect.
bugs their eyes at you obscenely.
rolls their eyes in digust while making a drink.
is every moment conscious of their hairs.
is always sniffing at the air like a sacked fish.
wears a ladies' perfume so sweet as to induce diarrheas.
is FABULOUS!

Drag Ball Announcement

"Remove body hair unless you're keeping it as part of your act."

"Tease back without being mean, come up with a smart response that is slightly catty but won't get you labeled as a "bitch"."

E-How

Bitchy Community

if you are wearing a wig that's totally straight
and natural baby so it won't melt in contact
with a square, just maybe fizzle, and you can
let it fly, "we don't have time to be in line. we
bitches. we need men now, we don't think any-
much else is funnie. we bitches cuz we've our
freedom and we prettie pissed aboudit," al-
ways standing in a slak circle smoking and
pointing rocked back on one long boot heel.
i am making a stand here near a gutter to say
look, it idn't right. and she's in there (pointing
out) and i'm out here (pointing down) after..."
whatever. then all the sudden they laughing,
they laughing, wild, start scratching each
other tops and poolin hair. they exhausted act-
ing animals that way, leanback on a public
bench giving each udda da dubba-berrl out
f'm undah dey skirts o' dresses. "u a slag."

There'll be no Ascending or De-Escalating

[advice to stripper continues during alcoholic blackout]

And hi, then ok, and you know today's my birthday. In-fak it's been my birthday all month. Yes I celebrate it more every day. I think I'm going for a record, yeah. And it'll be a different year every day, but there'l be no ascending or de-escalating. Same manic pace all the time man. You wanna piece? Of this party? [etc.]

Trannie Month, Day 3

"Tryna rince a ho-lotta swole-up kibble dow-ntha spose-all!"

Here I felt like a Georgie-girl in her new Bronx apartment. There is a scrappy rat terrier whose she feedin big pyreena chunks and each one is a biscuit t'him. She has a curly style could withstan several days partying if you keep it combed out n'spraid. So da curlz just be bob-een inna sank while she rince da dish. So, she keep it casual dat way an: reeyul.

On the mas-que lynne side, i cd be a peasant farmer and loaf of bread in dego-t swatting flies angerly at da rustic table, the one where he's really losing it. Good thang female side, from her tray-nang can do some clee-nup an doe-ne-vuh free-kout whan thangs start t'geuh-tang stee-yuf.

September: Month of Tranz Mission

Trannies and tran-sex is Tran-Zendnt.

"Sorry": Bitchiness is Part of My Culture

if you wunna take seven yeer yo
roll fo to figgr out: you ged-it, you
ennup evvy tam az da bee-yawtch.
I am tayking it all f'm u-soze I cn
keep it rill. min, I aina gennlmin.

"I'm a Man and a Woman, Too": Pegyah Now

Read up on sexy Peggy Yuah: ageless New-Age eccentric say she don't have any gender identity to prove... or hide.

Q: Peg, may I...

A: Of course, Donna.

Q: Peg, you've been picked on and panned for your free-roaming gender-benders at the cost of our society. How do you respond?

A: I think that I've got even more man in me than most of my Knowers would reflexively attribute. Gender? I see me as a liberated man more than a hot, modern woman. At home with his masculinity: it's his skin and he's wearing it. Not pasting on cardboard eyelashes and playing Vegas. I'm me with a pussy, and I'm me with a dick. Just so happens I've got one... or the other. And I feel good about that.

Q: This has been Dr. Donna Thong and I think just about everyone's favorite ritual goddess, Peg. The Pegyah! Give it up.

My Advice to a Stripper on his First Night, 8/20/08, San Fernando Valley

I hear you've been in training, it's your first night, congratulations.
And I hear what you're trainer is telling you, and I might just add
that: to let yourself move to the music, to let the music move you.
I mean I realize there's a certain set of motions you've got to set o-
ff to get your body moving and the right parts of it and that's okay
but sooner or later every dancer is going to develop his own perso-
nal sense of style. And the good thing is we like your bodies so it d-
oesn't matter at all. Do you love the Pegyuh? Ga-halala-la. Lalaha.

Do Not Forth Call Pegyuh

The darkest beacon is most powerful for it sucks. Dark beacon need not call; beacon, a dark one, just pool you in. Muhalala-beacon. Muhlala-lalahala-lala-lahalala-beacon.

Come, Flesh

Peggy had a lucid moment while crying and grabbed for the camera. She placed the orange-faced, puffy, actual tears falling pic on a swinging singles' site she'd been frequenting. There was no answer, no comment, but that seemed to be the best of outcomes. It was meant to be stunning, not icebreaking. She hoped it had killed everyone just for a sec. That would explain a lull, an angel passing over, but not this total banishment from the play sand. Then she guessed that whatever good the photo had done her fellow shivhole lurkers spiritually, the effect had priusnear reached its peak. And she needed now once again to attract flesh towards her.

I Had Nothing

La mort ou chichi

La mort ou chichi

[please note]

Please Note:
Many of these entries should be encountered with the background of a thudding, bumping beat. Damn if you dint tip the muthuhfo-cow fitty dolla fo he letchew be da DJ!

Once in a Hole

Once in a hole the ancients used to pass drugs through to the next cavern, I heard the ritzy neighbor lady screaming, wife of a famous author, not really screaming but loudly, loudly speaking: "What a bunch of shit, honey. Well. That's... what a lot of shit, darling." I believe she was speaking to her daughter, who could not match her volume. It occurred to me how that kind of feedback could have been helpful to one in a place, at a time.

Dehumanization by Corporate Decree

The front-line shivic reps are often culled from the lower socio-economic levels. They are fine for convincing their own compatriots in their own jargon to submit to the policies and behavior of PharmSupply. Then it goes on to Supervisor I, who is often just a custie-serv who has been able to weather worshiper abuse for longer than any of her colleagues and can be counted upon for her pleasant and determined contempt for the caller crossed with a very effective vocal and rhetorical method of inflicting maximum pain while leaving no visible marks whatsoever.

The highest level reps are cool-- people you wouldn't mind hanging out with or at least wouldn't have a panic attack over if you were stuck with them in a buffet line at the stone of a mutual friend, for example. And you are more likely to be kind and considerate toward them because it is all the more likely that these persons actually are acquainted with someone that you know personally, or at the very least that they would most likely be worthy opponents were the dispute ever to reach the level of Blood Sacrament.

Today's Reps on Profile:

Marco 622703
I imagined a weekend trip with his hairy open shirt.

Janine 622998
She seemed to have had a couple of kids at home and everyone else was the enemy.

Kitty 621783
Once, she had broken men's wills and hearts.

Boots 622419
Could have had most of the necessary tools for bike repair in his basement. My best guess is white cotton briefs and tube socks.

Alan 621067
Should be running it, but can't stop flaming.

Tinky 622350
Intern of Custie-Shiv: Breath of strong wheaty-sulfur opening, rotted lawn clippings with dog crap notes. Nickname: "La Chi Chi"

The Void Has Ears and Eyes

"Mindfullness" (where did it come from?) is a powerful, maybe the most powerful tool.
But while not so, why not shout into a chasm (into which anyone could be listening but
more likely than not no one is, which is also reassuring). Life is bitter without consciou-
sness, chile.

Thanks to God There's Something Uncommissioned by My Dominion

Thank God There's Something Uncommissioned by My Dominion.
There are free lands to ore and sow, where I encourage you to go.
While not outcast, you see, your state is remote and unprotected.
I can then fairly and humbly reason that I too am beholden to Her.

Crap of Tom

I sort of already get it about kids.
It's a mystery solved for me.
They don't
fascinate me.
I'm looking
here his chin jutted back over his shoulder and his eyes looked behind him, but to a place that signified "ahead" or "beyond."
I'm looking thata way. Someone has to.
That's a load of crap, answered Sylvia.

Curly Shoes

Chamatilly's living room had a vaulted, no a cloistered ceiling, faux-Spanish Renaissance, with tiny, wanton, dizzying metallic tiles lining the walls up to the break-- its peak was not unlike an elaborate desert tent for some sheik.

She sat on a tooled leather pillow-mattress, hovering just centimeters above the rug.

"Kali goddess o' destruction really doesn't know what she's talking about. And did you hear her tell me to shut up? I don't have time for that."

Chamatilly's shoes were woven by imprisoned thieves so as to send money home to their families. They were what we might call "wicker" shoes that curl up priusnear comically at the toes.

Hoolie Discussion Board

Hoolie was standing under a spotlight because he had gradually drifted toward it subconsciously and then stopped under it because of the warm feeling on the top of his head. But then he was asking someone something and he realized instinctively that the hooded bone structure of his skull could cast a frightening shadow. The quickest save was to look directly upward suddenly and let the hot light bathe his entire face. Well that someone was me and I'm telling you that I could see the outline of his whole cranium where it shone in through the eyelids. And there was something else in there.

ratty charm bracelet

tho the lunar light is at 2/3
looking in the water, it is
the clearest night: circles in
a pool become nervous lie
detector/ earthquake met-
er/ voice graph checkerbo-
ard, the bottom being solid
bright with these lines: for
today we dragged a hangar
loop across the top after a
wind and collected a hum-
mer nest of dog hair and
cobweb, a witchy pod with
triangular black seeds, wa-
sps and bees, human oils
and peel, the clear wrapp-
er off a tongue depressor,
and leaves, bracts of bou-
ganvilla rotted clear into
skeleton and transparency.

Mike's Swimming Blog, Day 66: I am Keeping this House Alive

try locking your ankles together in the deep end;
see what you naturally do to survive. dancing yor
way out of a situation can save your life if it is sw-
imming. notice also that as you merman yor way
to safety, you swim like a fish, but flap yor arms
like a bony bird-reptile. preservation society helic-
opters could mistake you for a flying reptilian bird
entering our space from a watery third dimension.

A Watched Bitch is Free

If you go out with them the dogs will romp and play-- there's plenty of space in the back yard.
If you are inside though inside they'll stay-- you'll be walking on them and them on each other.
If you come in and lock them out they'll just sit and stand around by the door and cry and fight.
If they stay inside too long by the same token they get restless and too rowdy with each other.
So to them freedom is two things: not any enclosed space and mostly free when you are there.

crap of paper

entered voluntarily, but then they
tles all say Pharm-Supply. Whut??
f here! If the Legend of Pegyuh is
ed box shd do it.

Four HMen of W.D.

Pippi: noble, sensitive
La La: loud girl
M'Lady: soft as Charmin
Juniper: pill-like berries

Raspberry Gale

The Winds Tavern
18 Idylwilde Wy
Sawkitu, ME
69696-9000

a month, a year

Devil,

I hope you'll understand that when I first saw your freckly face and that one eye that's half blue I just knew that I'd have to make you my boy in a bubble. We scooted you along thru the Underground Subway from safe house to safe house to safe house. You didn't get no other kinds a house.

Got it! Just snagged me one o' them funny purple birds-- comin right at me. Just 'cause I said Devil. You save my life, baby: every time I say your name.

Now, don't get me started!
Peg

Devil

So you see, Hoolie: for westerners having something, someone around you can call "Devil" is a good thing because whenever you say the name you must also, at some level of consciousness, consider all the ways that evil might exist right then and there, in that time and place, so that you can take measures to banish any trace of it. Sometimes it is everywhere except inside its namesake. Your mother named you "Devil" so that you could help her: by being so precious that any bad nearby would flush immediately to the surface in boldly contrasting relief throughout her realm of senses whenever she called your name. Additionally, you weren't supposed to turn out ignorant.

Christ Never Got Duped

Someone who knew all along,
or just good at accepting?

He knew 'cause his Father knew,
and They was like One even

tho the Father made the Plans.
Son always had to check in.

There was no way to lead but
to humiliate Himself

before a tired Public.
Disciples often said hey,

take it easy Pal. At least
we all know how this one ends.

Peggy: Notes on an Encarn-ceration

I stick around only out of spite for the world. It's done pushed me back, forth, and around all these years. It's prodded me out onto a limb just to watch me dance off a precipice; fool that I am, proud flaming nar-sistuhs. It's told me to take a hike or soak my head a while-- it didn't care. It led me to believe, and then to doubt-- doubting, hating, exploiting, contemptifying; I learned them all from you, indifferent planet!

Now I must be your surrogate to the masses. Each of my hands hypnotizes while cupping a fresh shape o' misery. All of the symbols dipping and changing course all at once compel in a fashion dance, writhing. Heads bob with the undulations of my arms as eyes follow one, then the other, and another, and another, and so on like musical notes striking a bar. My devotees writhe because they watch and dance because they see all of their miseries safely cradled each in a different one of my palms. They cannot take away their eyes.

Notes: a) when I run into them later on, they seem resentful; and b) just because someone is in jail doesn't mean they can't run into folks.

Grrl, I Wanna Dance with You! [the Mp3]

Grrl, I Wanna Dance with You!

This desmadre has been removed by the Mthyuh Preservation Society.

Mike's Swimming Blog, Day 7: Disaster Hits Smalltown America

I imagine that I have to swim across a river a few times a week; it keeps me fit, for it's all I do with my body, to grievingly admit.

There are floating varieties of orchid and snapdragon caps
I shimmy across the surface or arc deep, but my sinus
in those instances could be affected.

I pass back and forth with the virility of water
and I pump this life to the bone.

I imagine I am something like the boatman
on the Styx river: a conning Jim or Heather
who can no longer get a loan.

Grrl, I Wanna Dance with You!

grrl, I wanna dance with you!

summertime is here and you have
had your operation; your thighs and
tits are just where they belong.

staples are coming out, soon!
you'll have some extra vico-
dan, chile!

step out with me, girl! woma-
baby chile luvah! let's step
to the music naow...

dittle deat! deat!
oo-mah.... mah-ooh...
babah da dahnt

duh... duh duh duh
step to the mew-zak
chile!

Manual Agent

Sylvia sometimes felt like nothing more than a manual agent. She had no connections with the higher ups at Pharm-Supply. She only had contact with a member, so to speak. She wondered, as she was meeting his most basic needs, if she would ever become a distributor. Tom held onto his stash with remarkable determination, however, so Sylvia strained priuslong and only wanted sleep.

Assphault Mau-ng

All wannabe Makers will undergo an extensive and sometimes admittedly fatal skin graft with their Partner Maker. You must sign over your rights to privacy and to any resulting chiles. Get your head stamp now to avoid more white tape. You will then be hauled up on an assphalt mau-ng an' showed off as a normality. Others, summa whom will be non-eligibles, might try to shout their praises or dissent or even kill. This will prove your luckiness.

Time is a Liar

Tom thought he might have mono [nucleosis]. His emotions seemed to have escaped from his nervous system/soul/whatever into the physical organ. "Everyone's trapped in a capsule," he theorized. It's comforting when you think the odds are against you. To remember that we are all the unhatched eggs of Mthyuh. Everyone has to see out their eyes and hear with their ears and digest their own food. Everyone has to dread getting in the shower some days because you don't know what you'll see next.

Wish I was Sinning Now

if a graft's so important
then we should certainly be
allowed to go through with the
vaows.

and if it's not so import-
ant then all the more reason
for whats the big deal after
all?

Do you think I should be gel-
ded or walk the earth without
any balls? If you were me,
wha..?

tell me celibacy is
a grand gift from our maker;
to spit in His face is too
raw.

The only exception would
be life as a sinner, but
that takes a lot out of you,
ah...

cut me slack on this one; I
just want some fun 'fore I go!
I wish I was sinning right
naow!

Mike's Dogs

Three are quietly going mad for
lack of purpose.
One is so needy and questioning;
Four are hurdling forward
on our planet's surface
in Ted's back yard.

I Saw my Own Wretched Shadow

on a wall,
in a head-
light und-
er an arc,
it seemed
clawed n'
scragglin.

gas baby

do you see this
stomach which
is relatively flat
right now? will
you please rem-
ember it tomor-
row when it's dis-
tended and bloat-
ed?

Disturbing, Naughty, Charming

c. to show the governess that he can be “bad.”

__6. The governess, upon hearing Miles’s confession, calls what he has done

a. “disturbing.”

b. “naughty.”

c. “charming.”

5 Significant Quotations

Explain the importance of each of these quotations.

1. “I had made her a receptacle of lurid things […].”

2. “[…]Who would ever absolve me, who would consent that I should go unhung, if […] I were the first to introduce into our perfect intercourse an element so dire?”

3. “If I tell you why, will you understand?”

4. “It was practically the end of everything.”

It Adds Up

pretty soon everyone is a
victim of the environment
and their own activities.

the heart for example wears
itself out beating so much.
even if only one percent of

a hostile atmosphere gets
you, eventually it adds up.
most of all, a primitive

mind must be convinced to
go along with everything;
it decomposes asking why.

my wives

golden furious, tawny redwing, cater pillar, mother ESP, tawny redwing, tawny redwing.

zone 12

it was late enough to witness the sprinklers goin off in zone 12 so you best believe i was up priusnear allnightlong.

upon observing cracked earth in around and near there earlier this morning, about 4:20 in the afternoon, i decided to go with the words of a wise man and "let it go" for the summer.

all four dogs are now ripping at flesh, a sign of prosperity.

20457823489Delicious baby goat

Missive just coming in: Latest Braino victim, distraught, tells doctor tearfully, "Well just get rid of it then! Get rid of it! Oh my God Mthyuh mia boo hoo hoo."

Screen

Everyone started dreaming of a death. The death could have been a murder, and it had them all tossing and turning. It could have been any one of them. They just couldn't remember for sure because it had been so far back in their collective history.

They'd see one another sitting in a doctor's waiting room down at Pharm-Supply or standing in line for remote muscular pilot (RMP) debugging.

Chama, a 35-year-old topless black goddess, piped up:

Used to be they'd take you in a cave and show you which demon you had and try to scare it away. They assumed you were perfectly fine you know, it was the demon that was in you causing pro'ms chile.

Now I can't even say the name of the demon yall got even though I know what it is. Has to be a special ceremony for that. Incense cost money. Know what I mean?

I been scoured spiritually inside and out. They don't make me do that RMP stuff. I'm like the movie of a real woman you can see on the screen of your pain all the other times when I'm not present emotionally.

cultural colloquiality

this bad word co-gets heard by two
greeters on either side of a linguist-
ic gap. i claim my cultural colloquia-
lity, and the intimacy of our overlap.

Mental Mine Canary

They should have paid his family for that, eh? Illyn was the mental mine canary and he went over-- two time! God warned him not to get too intimate with the worldly knowledge. You see Hoolie,

grampa was a mental
miner budgerigar, ye-
low pit bull terrier, in-
da mine field. Birdin
damiddle, or halfa du-
bbaberra, boy! You is
Illyn in disguise, oh u
isda coza da disastuh.

i donno whus tsay [the Mp3]

donno

This desmadre has been removed by the Mthyuh Preservation Society.

Take it Like the Host

You are on a plan, and you have services.
You can take advantage of the rewards.
You can double-upgrade your premiums
If you will take up this sword and cut this

cabrito.

I have signed up for your plan
and taken the 15 questions an-
swers of which are guaranteed
not to be shared around or sold,

cabron.

i donno whus tsay

choose any day and you could
say that yor whole lives ruined

duznt maddr how good or bad
it's been its gone its done fin-

ished its natural day to day. so
live today, bitch, like u bin sni-

fin glue for a few months and
you just stopped into pay yr

gas n lectric at the Easy-Way
soda infa-stretcher can livonne

Mike's Swimming Blog, Day 16: It Evens Out

When it's very late trying not to
disturb the neighbors much, and
when it's more than 110 degrees
one tends to just stand in the
water. Algae can take hold and
the robot slides down the sides;
Hoolie, life must get our reac-
tion. Life must not persist in
these salted waters. Life is bar-
red except for one main life.

But when it was hoary tonight
I had the reaction; it seemed
to feel at home in the suspend-
ed life-bloated filth and teem-
ing nutrients, bursting possib-
ilities for sustainability of an
eco-system. My abdomen
grows green and purple scales
like a beautiful crustacean. It
propels me like a strong fish.

Mike's Swimming Blog, Day 12:

Swimming is a battle for life, first of all. You fight to maintain a vital corporal function. You are swimming literally on a line between life and death, especially if you don't swim really well and try to do ballet and modern in the water and think it will automatically make you float.

Thinking about trying it during an outbreak.

Mike's Swimming Blog, Day 11: Aquagesturals

If you make movements that are not normally thought to be water movements, you can go as fast or faster than you can with regular water movements, and with a priusload of energy savings, chile.

For example, dog movements way beyond the dog paddle can propel a human through liquid whereas with a canine it could fail. If you make a movement as if you are wagging your tail in still pool water, you will propel.

If you are on your back and act like a young pussycat theater stud and sort of pump the surface tension, you will propel, and quickly. This tongue-like motion allows you to "lap" with all the same goodie health points as a linear lap, except for that everyone else is hermaphroditic in comparison to your bonus "green" aquagesturals.

skull

She died with her
face in a furrow
in an orgasm of
labor. The sun
cooked her pher-
emones in her
blood, solar en-
ergy, here, not
serving grand pur-
poses. This year,
however, it was
the only direct
human result.

Work, Work

When we were trying to
work it out, we were really
working and trying hard
to work it out. I rem-
ember working so hard
and trying to work it har-
der and harder every day
working and trying it this
way and that way and try-
ing anything to make it
work out, and it worked
out, we worked out, and we
really worked it by working
on it hard and trying on it
really hard until we could-
n't work it out and had to
work it, work it some more
until we just had to sur-
render and say I give up,
I been working on it, wor-
king really hard and you
can go now; I quit and sur-
ender up my work to you.

Good Feeling (right with the...)

Hmm... I had a few lines I was going to
share with the entire world. Let's see,

"I never realized, baby:
it was you all along;
[dropping to a whisper:]
you were meant for me."

Now you are coming
and I already feel as one;
the temperature
has risen past its per-
mittable boundaries to
be any reasonable kind
of love chile. Lover,
I want you here by my
side by the time by your
fine aspect and person-
ality woman.

Kali Herbal Foot Soak

Chamatily meets Pegyuh

They are like the divas of the shattered and mutated world of Pariah. They are virgin and whore, whore and virgin, whorgin, vore, vore-whorgin, and whorgin-vore.

Chamatily could be a hundred years or more older than the Pegyuh. But Peggyists might say that Pegyuh is the superior being because she developed into the fullfillment of a prophecy rather than something that caught on in a flash and rode a wave of popularity straight into a life of crippling bindings and harsh ceremonial confinement. She knew it would be better than jail or coach.

Pegyuh explained to the Tilly,

"Being raised up in a temple, you learn there are basically two kinds of people. One kind is a holy but poor kind, needing your help. And the other kind is you."

"Or rather, you," Chama gently corrected.

"Yes, me," confirmed Peggy, smiling like a cosmetologist.

"I was taught that I had and I was something, someone very special because I had something very special, and I had something very special to give. Therefore, when I went out with my specialness and people found it, found me special, I thought it should be because of something special inside me, the special part of my being that is at my center. Instead, what they found was special about me most, the specialness that meant most to them was my tits."

"I am always topless, and my public accepts me so."

"Pardon me, but isn't that because women of dark African descent always appear to be dressed, even as they are nude?"

"Darling, no. That's not it. We are so often naked, yet we are so seldom shocking or obscene."

"You are a beautiful woman and a very special individual."

"you are the mother of all races. your milk is the milk of mthyuh and feeds all our faces. all the maidens and all the virgins milk and suckle on your multiple nipples, giving rise to all peoples. your spout of all..."

"Pardon me once more, Reptily," cautioned Peg, feather light.

"Eat me now Mthyuh, for I have disappointed your milk daughter, milk of her... Oh! You call me my born name from da first WD."

"I have and have always had, always forever will have only two nipples. You need to get that right."

"No, mama. You need to catch a hint from one who has jacked the train of public approval and rode it on in to the temple true da back dough. Now I'm all up in here witchu, and I need to say, 'You really otter be necket.' No one will question you then. No one gets in the pantheon without da bust."

"But I guess you must know. I am a lesbian."

"And I'm really a guy! Does it matter now? For the group photo we'll be facing one another and turning just our heads toward the shivhole, so it'll be your left one and my right, or vice- versa, whichever one is better on each of us-- hopefully they'll oppose."

You Torture Language

You torture language. You
make words go in wrong and
feel bad coming out; this
is your belief, your taun-
ting relentless insane
method.

You think what we speak is
not good enough but should
be cattle shocked into
non-compliance with it-
self, what?

This is your tongue you spank
with po-folk provoked blips
in syntax, blaming those
innocent on your plain
pleasure.

And when we're together,
why you dogging me? As
if we'd never done no-
thing that didn't involve
a single word between
us, chile.

MARBLED RENT

They say I have to get off my thighs and
back to doing mortal things if I want my
present body to last into the next mil-
enium, continued Pegyuh. But that ex-
ercise for its own sake just doesn't last,
can we finally be real? There must be
deep biological reasons for our movements,
because there are serious physical risks
to dry humping life on a treadmill.

So I try to do things around at the
palace. I take the square, multi-colored
satin pillows with a satin button of the
same color in the middle off of one
airport-scale chesterfield chaise, beat
them rigorously, and return them to
some alternate window seat, breakfast
nook or bear rug in another always
just-breaking view of the property.
The nice thing about the residential
buildings is the stone-heated floors.
Before, crumbs would mar my counter-
top. No one had been friend enough to
just pulled me aside and said, "appliance
garage." To say the least, my kitchen n-
ow appears to be a granite tomb.

Last Radioed Transmission

"Pippi! LaLa! M'Lady! Come!

These dogs and this wind is enough-- and then blowing along in it we have the ravages of the soil taken to air to scold us and our faces. Farmers sell water, and the cement goes dry. Babies breathe like miners. The lotion just makes a sludge on your skin. The water leaves a paste. The dogs are having seizures in here. Where is the Western Union? Navy Air? What? Wait... No!"

Eaters Feeding

It was always nice to be pretty, yes, but a man might be like, "Yes, okay, you are fine, love-- but I am getting what I really need right here from this business,' pointing at your anatomy. 'Now do you mind? I'm kind of busy here.' Like that. Then I'd just be... [look up in air while thrusting pelvis]. Never would take my boots off though.

map 1.9  2008/06/03 22:54:33 38.836N 122.809W  2.4    4 km ( 3 mi) N   of The Geysers, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 22:49:48 33.038N 115.558W 14.2    6 km ( 4 mi) E   of Westmorland, CA
map 0.9  2008/06/03 22:43:01 38.815N 122.808W  3.5    2 km ( 1 mi) N   of The Geysers, CA
map 1.5  2008/06/03 21:46:23 37.738N 117.811W  0.0   31 km (19 mi) SW  of Weepah, NV
map 2.2  2008/06/03 21:30:19 33.015N 115.558W 11.7    5 km ( 3 mi) NNW of Brawley, CA
map 2.2  2008/06/03 20:46:37 36.273N 120.252W  3.6   16 km (10 mi) WNW of Huron, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 20:37:27 32.677N 115.957W  8.1    8 km ( 5 mi) SSE of Ocotillo, CA
map 2.0  2008/06/03 20:22:54 36.244N 120.360W 10.8   11 km ( 7 mi) N   of Coalinga, CA
map 1.3  2008/06/03 20:22:04 38.791N 122.771W  4.3    3 km ( 2 mi) ESE of The Geysers, CA
map 1.3  2008/06/03 20:00:43 39.550N 119.939W  4.0    4 km ( 3 mi) NNE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.6  2008/06/03 19:52:34 32.679N 115.974W  4.9    7 km ( 4 mi) SSE of Ocotillo, CA
MAP 3.9  2008/06/03 19:29:04 38.243N 122.181W 10.8    2 km ( 1 mi) SW  of Green Valley, CA
map 0.9  2008/06/03 19:25:21 38.819N 122.798W  4.3    2 km ( 2 mi) NNE of The Geysers, CA
map 1.4  2008/06/03 19:05:18 39.550N 119.939W  4.0    4 km ( 3 mi) NNE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.6  2008/06/03 18:58:35 41.244N 114.831W  8.0   19 km (12 mi) NE  of Wells, NV
map 1.6  2008/06/03 18:51:11 39.550N 119.939W  4.0    4 km ( 3 mi) NNE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.1  2008/06/03 18:45:35 39.550N 119.939W  4.0    4 km ( 3 mi) NNE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.4  2008/06/03 18:26:21 32.763N 115.563W 12.9    3 km ( 2 mi) S   of El Centro, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 18:12:07 33.640N 117.919W  7.5    3 km ( 2 mi) SSW of Costa Mesa, CA
map 1.3  2008/06/03 17:58:16 33.889N 116.065W  8.7   24 km (15 mi) NE  of Indio, CA
map 1.4  2008/06/03 17:45:07 34.220N 117.130W  0.1    2 km ( 2 mi) NW  of Running Springs, CA
map 2.4  2008/06/03 17:40:20 35.842N 120.385W  4.4    8 km ( 5 mi) SSE of Parkfield, CA
map 1.1  2008/06/03 17:28:41 33.708N 116.727W 21.6    4 km ( 3 mi) SSW of Idyllwild, CA
map 1.2  2008/06/03 17:18:08 38.777N 122.718W  1.8    2 km ( 1 mi) W   of Anderson Springs, CA
map 1.4  2008/06/03 17:06:03 33.046N 115.560W 18.4    6 km ( 4 mi) E   of Westmorland, CA
map 1.8  2008/06/03 16:53:09 33.022N 115.546W 12.6    5 km ( 3 mi) N   of Brawley, CA
map 1.4  2008/06/03 16:41:16 39.550N 119.939W  4.0    4 km ( 3 mi) NNE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.6  2008/06/03 16:25:24 33.374N 117.588W  0.1    8 km ( 5 mi) SSE of San Clemente, CA
map 1.2  2008/06/03 16:13:01 33.691N 116.724W 19.9    6 km ( 4 mi) S   of Idyllwild, CA
map 1.0  2008/06/03 16:09:33 33.598N 116.668W 19.5    5 km ( 3 mi) N   of Anza, CA
map 1.8  2008/06/03 16:08:41 33.109N 117.836W  6.6   42 km (26 mi) SSW of San Clemente, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 16:08:00 34.333N 116.773W  5.8   10 km ( 6 mi) NE  of Big Bear City, CA
MAP 3.1  2008/06/03 16:06:32 33.668N 116.724W 14.7    9 km ( 5 mi) S   of Idyllwild, CA
map 1.1  2008/06/03 16:00:49 33.683N 116.719W 15.1    7 km ( 4 mi) S   of Idyllwild, CA
map 2.4  2008/06/03 15:59:48 35.702N 121.048W  6.7   14 km ( 9 mi) ENE of San Simeon, CA
map 0.8  2008/06/03 15:55:04 39.550N 119.939W  0.0    4 km ( 3 mi) NNE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.5  2008/06/03 15:54:43 33.025N 115.547W 20.8    5 km ( 3 mi) N   of Brawley, CA
map 1.4  2008/06/03 13:53:18 33.043N 115.562W 15.9    6 km ( 3 mi) E   of Westmorland, CA
map 1.4  2008/06/03 13:50:06 39.569N 119.965W  2.0    6 km ( 4 mi) N   of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.1  2008/06/03 13:49:00 38.826N 122.810W  2.1    3 km ( 2 mi) N   of The Geysers, CA
map 1.9  2008/06/03 13:39:30 33.795N 117.836W 13.7    1 km ( 1 mi) SSW of Orange, CA
map 0.6  2008/06/03 13:34:32 38.746N 122.900W  4.0   10 km ( 6 mi) SW  of The Geysers, CA
map 1.4  2008/06/03 13:12:46 33.021N 116.259W  8.7   18 km (11 mi) SW  of Ocotillo Wells, CA
map 2.5  2008/06/03 12:55:49 37.413N 121.763W  6.7    7 km ( 5 mi) NE  of Alum Rock, CA
map 2.6  2008/06/03 12:45:38 33.029N 117.368W 15.0    9 km ( 6 mi) W   of Encinitas, CA
map 0.7  2008/06/03 12:38:38 38.768N 122.770W 16.4    5 km ( 3 mi) SE  of The Geysers, CA
map 2.1  2008/06/03 12:11:20 38.825N 122.802W  2.9    3 km ( 2 mi) N   of The Geysers, CA
map 2.6  2008/06/03 12:01:21 37.353N 119.781W 19.7   12 km ( 7 mi) WNW of Oakhurst, CA
map 0.8  2008/06/03 11:13:20 38.820N 122.814W  3.1    2 km ( 2 mi) NNW of The Geysers, CA
map 1.9  2008/06/03 10:59:03 32.452N 116.417W  9.0   24 km (15 mi) ESE of Tecate, Baja California, Mexico
map 1.5  2008/06/03 10:56:16 33.375N 116.432W 27.2   15 km (10 mi) NNW of Borrego Springs, CA
map 1.3  2008/06/03 10:22:34 37.538N 118.864W  6.8   15 km ( 9 mi) SE  of Mammoth Lakes, CA
map 1.8  2008/06/03 10:10:35 32.977N 115.630W 14.0    7 km ( 4 mi) S   of Westmorland, CA
map 0.6  2008/06/03 10:09:29 38.839N 122.832W  2.3    5 km ( 3 mi) NNW of The Geysers, CA
map 1.0  2008/06/03 09:07:41 33.718N 116.672W 13.5    5 km ( 3 mi) SE  of Idyllwild, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 09:01:31 33.020N 115.568W 12.7    5 km ( 3 mi) ESE of Westmorland, CA
map 2.3  2008/06/03 08:56:27 32.752N 115.576W 13.0    4 km ( 3 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
map 1.0  2008/06/03 08:56:04 38.914N 122.888W  0.1    8 km ( 5 mi) SW  of Kelseyville, CA
map 2.2  2008/06/03 08:47:47 33.030N 115.555W 13.0    6 km ( 4 mi) NNW of Brawley, CA
map 2.8  2008/06/03 08:41:32 32.763N 115.572W 11.5    3 km ( 2 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
map 1.9  2008/06/03 08:40:19 38.752N 122.731W  1.5    4 km ( 3 mi) SW  of Anderson Springs, CA
map 2.8  2008/06/03 08:33:46 32.763N 115.574W  2.9    3 km ( 2 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
map 2.8  2008/06/03 08:16:40 33.043N 115.569W 14.5    5 km ( 3 mi) E   of Westmorland, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 08:12:57 34.308N 116.969W  6.1    9 km ( 6 mi) NW  of town of Big Bear Lake, CA
map 2.0  2008/06/03 07:59:54 34.855N 116.389W 10.1   26 km (16 mi) NW  of Ludlow, CA
map 1.1  2008/06/03 07:18:11 33.657N 116.716W 17.0   10 km ( 6 mi) S   of Idyllwild, CA
map 1.1  2008/06/03 06:54:21 39.530N 119.912W  0.0    4 km ( 3 mi) ENE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 0.9  2008/06/03 06:47:04 38.825N 122.791W  7.9    3 km ( 2 mi) NNE of The Geysers, CA
map 1.0  2008/06/03 06:40:44 34.060N 117.873W 10.4    4 km ( 2 mi) S   of Covina, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 06:38:36 32.763N 115.575W 15.0    3 km ( 2 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
map 1.6  2008/06/03 06:24:43 32.758N 115.568W 14.8    3 km ( 2 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
map 0.3  2008/06/03 06:22:19 33.028N 115.549W  5.8    6 km ( 4 mi) NNW of Brawley, CA
map 1.5  2008/06/03 06:21:54 32.761N 115.578W 15.0    4 km ( 2 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
map 1.3  2008/06/03 06:21:48 32.786N 115.577W 11.2    2 km ( 1 mi) W   of El Centro, CA
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MAP 3.0  2008/06/03 05:51:45 32.750N 115.570W 15.4    4 km ( 3 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
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map 1.7  2008/06/03 05:45:49 32.789N 115.575W 12.5    2 km ( 1 mi) W   of El Centro, CA
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map 2.5  2008/06/03 05:40:29 32.750N 115.575W 14.8    5 km ( 3 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
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map 1.5  2008/06/03 05:26:39 33.146N 116.615W 15.0    9 km ( 5 mi) NNW of Julian, CA
map 1.7  2008/06/03 05:23:29 37.423N 118.615W 10.1    2 km ( 1 mi) WNW of Round Valley, CA
map 1.3  2008/06/03 05:23:27 33.995N 117.197W 15.2    7 km ( 4 mi) SSW of Redlands, CA
map 1.1  2008/06/03 05:16:11 33.501N 116.570W 10.6   11 km ( 7 mi) ESE of Anza, CA
map 2.2  2008/06/03 05:08:34 39.523N 119.922W  1.6    3 km ( 2 mi) ENE of Verdi-Mogul, NV
map 1.8  2008/06/03 05:04:23 32.765N 115.575W 16.4    3 km ( 2 mi) SSW of El Centro, CA
map 1.0  2008/06/03 05:01:19 33.498N 116.474W 16.1   19 km (12 mi) ESE of Anza, CA
map 1.3  2008/06/03 04:56:05 37.314N 121.602W  8.3   21 km (13 mi) ESE of Alum Rock, CA

Swarm of Eaters

Chamatilly, a topless and comely African-American woman, 35, bowed from the waist and allowed the tip of her tongue to dab at the inscribed shivplate wafer sewn into the bottom hem of her skirt. When she stood up, all of her thoughts were gone.

She began to chant:

?u-bri' nitu' uhznao'? u-bri' nitu' uhznao'? u-bri' nitu' uhznao'?

She was practicing for Swarm of Eaters. Nearly her entire left side was covered with a dense forest of SOE scars. She had stepped up to the box, paid her tithe, and submitted to the ravenous creatures in the tiny, decoratively-shaped openings three hundred and eighty-eight times now, voluntarily.

I Want to Feel Giddy and Free

I want to feel giddy and
free, though I am the
Mother of all Races.
What can behold of me
ventriloquistically and
with every emotion
a pantheon of faces?

Over to Kypes'

Kype's mom had just a sec before she had to leave for work, so she grabbed a glossy magazine and an ashtray and sat down on the couch hunched over the coffee table in her Pink Skirt, hose out of shoes and a quilted bra.

[photo]
"I'm jist ginna... git out there an give it... one damn try more..."

Illyn Jones, emerging on crutches from Mthyuh of All Miracles hospital this afternoon. Jones swore he was already on his way back up to deepend the same mosh pit which everyone could have sworn had been his Final Eater now these four days ago.

Miss History Moment
Sponsored by PharmSupply

Peggy had taken on the cause of pimping out models to the American public via the pharmaceutical industry. Top powderpromies could pull down many shiny coins per week. For example they could play a beautiful Drip-Dry Maiden who'd made the Lifestyle Mistake of spreading herpes everywhere, some poor kid who wants to make it all right again by licking for-profit shivplate every day for the rest of her life, which had just recently become endless, at a cost, thanks to PHARM-SUPPLY.

Then a friend hears about her plight. To make her feel better, the friend says, "Heck, I should really be licking this too. That way I'll never have to live YOUR sad life. Why doesn't everyone start to lick Pending? Then no one will ever git H."

"If you don't leck it, you're no bitter than a Sexual Lipper," agrees the friend.

Pending. A man has a girl to watch after him; a girl has to watch out for her man and for herself. Take Pending every day. Because a woman has to watch out for herself. Bottom line baby.

"So you see, Hoolie: if it is discovered ignorantly, it is discovered truly. If it is an imitation of life, you sermonize. Imitation of Christ, you politicize. If it is discovered falsely, you are not making music. You are playing the guitar."

Hoolie dreamed he was over at Kype's mom's who was always on her way to work, putting on makeup.

She had Pale German skin and her hairs all wisped up. All thems at Kype's smoked. A lot. All pale with Pall Malls and pink lips, pink tablecloths; everything there seemed organic, Pink, and Fleshy. And it seemed to be necessary for everyone to drain the soft white tobacco tubes to keep it going.

Hoolie got drunk over there for the first time and made a joke of standing up his lit cigarette in the Middle of a Pizza they'd been eating like a birthday candle. Everyone just laughed and looked at Hoolie lovingly, even though it was so stupid he did that. Also, they could have been mad that they'd paid the pizza, and a large family at that with so many mouths sucking.

Then they went out and jammed in the garage. Their eyes seemed to roll back in their heads, Kype's brothers when they stroked. Chords filled the room everywhere, free of drums. All three boys in that family had classic GTO's with fresh paint and clean original leather.

Hoolie dreamed he was sitting at Kype's alone at the kitchen table and a Pink Worm started growing out his adam's apple like a fleshy condom swelling. When Hoolie woke up, he was under a fuzzy thermal blanket in a bed over to Kype's. He was finding it a little hard to breathe, however, because there was a fat pink worm feeding at his throat.

Public Oracle Dispenser

Ted's elbows and knuckles ached, as if he had been walking on them all day. It might be more comfortable than his current evolutionary and work-related debt to holding up the lower back as a pain-prevention measure. At times Ted felt as though the regrets of an entire species rested on his own four shoulders. Here he was on his ass on a stone because all of the things he now loved now had access to now defaulted through comfort, distraction, obsession, path of least resistance to being seated on this stone before a pod (public oracle dispenser). Night and day. No difference.

Ted wanted to be out on the trail with the pups hunting bear or tagging rocks and chank faces with Isohere. They could camp out and wake to a dizzying cliffside spectacle of Pink Morning Sky, but Vertical. Strong, soaring, wide-winged blue-green and purple, long-beaked, scary birds looked like they were armored in Metallic Feathers. Had become common now. See them gliding by, upside-down on their own private airstream jetty.

Destruction of Wealth

Once every hundred years there was a festival called Destruction of Wealth where all the rich would have to come and stand outside their caves and all the surrounding peasants and pissants would get to walk right past their stuck-up cousins, loot their houses, and spit at them on their way out.

The spitting became more and more polite over the centuries as the rich cousins devised more and better ways to reap vengeance on the poor cousins during all the other 99 years if they looted too much or spat too bitterly.

Eventually, Destruction of Wealth became a national Centennial of Charity. The rich cousins would lock up their garages and daughters and best animals and put out big bowls of punch and large plates of graham crackers for the poor cousins, who wore their very best clothes to the event, clothes they had to borrow money from the rich cousins in one town to purchase at the stores of other rich cousins in another town.

The poor cousins entered the homes of the rich cousins, most of whom had made a point to be abroad, leaving mildly attentive servants and security personnel in their places. The poor cousins ate as much as they could and went home quietly, wondering how their families would survive, void of all charity, across decade after promiseless decade ahead.

Then it was suggested that reparations be paid. There would be a fund set up to honor the sacrifices of the rich cousins during all previous Destructions of Wealth. Prayer and self-floggings were to be general across the land. Some poor cousins went hungry for generations as a result of the compulsory tithing.

Finally, the poor cousins snapped. They rushed the guards at all the grand caverns of their wealthy but distant relatives. They looted their cement and pharmaceuticals, forcefully kissed their daughters. When they had eaten all the delicacies and drunk all the finest beverages their stomachs could hold and filled their arms and their pockets and their asses with all the valuables they could carry, they left, spitting upon the rich cousins, who could only stoop cowering at their own doorsteps.

As the poor cousins made their way back home to their blighted villages, laden no longer with care but rather with new found wealth and happiness, they felt forgiving, a little contrite, and could only imagine a brighter tomorrow for all the family.

Swamp Rascal

Mike crept through the high grasses and foam of dry salt cedar sheddings. Even the brutalest foul prongs of Nature seemed fair, while with man one wanted Payback. He kicked at beer cans and charred camp drudge. No surfers here. They hung out in the sand and looked out at the sand these kids. Surfing the tailgates on their pickups. Corncob bonfire shindigs after dark. This all would be flooded soon. Just big dragonflies and crocs. Bubbling mudtowers.

Wonderful Moment

What a wonderful moment to lay hatred bare,
Pried squealing from her dank hulking steerage,
Slithering red-tongued spirit.
These devils only wail for goodness.
They are babes unweaned is their furor.

Duhbabera Chank

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Dhubbabera

We sat at the crux of the
Chank called Dhubbabera.
It was two birds flipping upward
At the same chile time.

Chalk Chank [the Mp3]

Chalk Chank

Chalk Chank

It was at Chalk Chank
Where I felt the first dank
Shock of the vagina.

There was a mattress there
In a spot called We Don't Care
Sipping at some wine like snobs.

It was the bravest step made
Since the night we pierced our eggs
Back in history.

It was our only creative act
Including starting a fresh batch
Years later on our shag carpet stairway.

Seven Over

Sylvia felt almost the same whether she was in her car or on foot. It was just a difference between pedal pushing and weight shifting, really using one foot or two. Shells of cloth, leather, metal. Her spring lifts gave her the same buoyancy as the shock absorbers in her hooptie. She dreamed of bouncing all the way to San Diego along the Hard Trampoline Highway. She soared upward, seven yards over the limit. There was Ted hitting climax at about the same time, the Valley stretching out beneath them like a Dirty White Vinyl Bible. They shared weightlessness for just a sec. They continued as such until splashdown in the Pacific. They bobbed alongside steamers and pleasure craft, were dwarfed by the wreck of the USS Ronald Reagan, sipped Seven and Sevens from straws in tall, frosty stones.

Ten Fingers, One Price

iiiivvvx. Bunch of Tangy Ravishes

You still know your name. You sit and stare at the gaping craw of the TV: a giant fingernail with a scene of men chopping something in a meadow painstakingly manicured onto it pokes at and tickles a magnified "heart-dingle" earring like a uvula. Bunches only. Add a stuffed toy.

At What Cost?

IIXVI. ValveBox

Pain of resistance to muscular hackrights installations. Gets you amped up with glee by degrees. How do you want it? You are an emotion's palette. They paint you and you are developed. Developed by scientists at Pharm-Supply's seasonal headquarters in Pippi for use especially in conjunction with industrial gaming interfacial systems and state-sponsored Muscle Logic Dispensers (MLD's). Allows up to three glee degrees of resistance to muscular hackrights installation before dejective surrender and death. Not recommended for pain control during Remote Tissue Decisioning (RTD) sessions or debugging.

New Economy

Hoolie and Kype worked at the plant, plus a lot of overtime. They were more hours of the day than not covered with a fine grey powder of cemen-T, a byproduct of any pharmaceutical mining, processing, or packaging in those times. Kype gave Hoolie a lot of good advice. One time he told him to go and brush his teeth in the drinking fountain. Another time Kype told Hoolie to stop wearing underwear and also stop shaking his dick after he went to the kibo-flimp. Finally, he suggested that Hoolie take LSD, wear tight bellbottoms and shake his ass really hard main floor throughout a Foghat concert.

At break time they'd stop over at the White Hen Pantry for some food chunks or tobacco. They'd break nuts on the big stone for customers behind the ATM or walk back reminiscing about young life crawling through the chanks. Never knew what the next village was doing, especially during clusters. Chang K. Chang Chank was the "fordamall" chank (40 miles long).

They got the idea for the show from a Discover Channel doc-uality about the reanimation of flesh that was already or still animate. It turned out to be easier than to animate dead flesh.

So before long they were entertainment industry execs, and with their laptops they would force contestants to swing each other by the hair and throw one and the other against walls, etc. These folks were volunteers, and they were hard up, but it was painful for them, and it showed on their faces. Emotionally. We couldn't give them ValveBox because the muscles were not responsive beyond 5 steps of glee. So what most people watched as the show evolved was the tortured expressions in the players' countenances. One episode had both participants dressed as Joan Crawford. They seemed to be utterly humiliated and were almost killed. They wept as they were carried out, mascara smearing. They were also called contractees, associates, partners, members, guests, collaborators, stars, models, frontliners, foot soldiers, salt and pepper, caca, ganado, joiners.

Kype had a beak head and deep-blue feathers. He could lay his spectacles flat across his eyes, which had to look down to see straight ahead. He let a beat strike, and then turned his toucan-like nose toward his friend and mentee.

Hoolie. What's happening to us.

Stay Naked and Live (There are Plenty of Sunscreens and Prophylactic Medications)

So you see, Hoolie, do you remember when those classmates of yours went and shot up those cops in Texarcana? That one who'd set his denim bellbottoms on fire in the woods outside the high school? Everything was about Back to Nature then. Now it's try this weird thing: nature. Nature is the new Chia Pet. All-night party in an unfinished basement, filth everywhere. You thought you were throwing up blood, but it was some cop-killer's daddy's Martini and Rossi "Red." Say yeahs. You had to stumble home through the woods and 16 inches of heavy wet snow with a hard cap at first, first light in the Great Lakes Region, a light without a color. He had lit himself on fire down there, too. The arm of his sleevey jacket. The Black folks were even more uppity in Chicago then, running riot all over the CTA, all the white folks with their heads hanging not daring to meet the eye of a Black man. Point is, you can't wear a camouflage barrette in your hair these days much less a stainless steel Afro pick.

Stay naked. All summer. Order groceries on the Internet and get out the Daffy Duck and Tweetie Bird beach towels for the furniture. This is what your mother would have wanted.

Night you could sleep or be conscious in

This is a night that would bear
Hard slumber or consciousness,
This hang of six-hour heat
Lifting off in fine rosettes.

This chill unexact wakens,
This ending attenuate,
Hours misappropriate from
Colleagues and co-worshipers.

Mark me now, and not at the
Iced tip of an evening gone.
There are those who for pure or
Coarse occasion stand vigil.

Others may honor this stretch
Giving over to her tides
In prayer and chaste hypnosis,
Riddle not her clement fluids.

Cavern in the Back

"Hoolie's problem always was that he was misunderstood by classmates at the junior high. They'd be like, 'Who's that kid?' and Hoolie'd be the kid who is dancing over in a corner all by himself, or maybe even in the middle of the dance floor, all by himself, but really spazzing out. Like totally oblivious. He comes to a dance, he doesn't realize that it is a social event as much as anything. Sure, you come to move, to interpret in a way, to appreciate the music; but that is generally considered to be only a template, platform, subterfuge even, for grafting rites. Hoolie wasn't about that. He really got into whatever he was doing.

Also I heard a girl tell him once, 'I don't dance with white boys.' So."

Shrugs eccentric cafeteria manager Soupy Witness at St. Chang K. Chang Chank Elementary, former kindergarten of a sullen and embattled go-go nightclub dancer Hoolie Johnson, arraigned this morning at High Shiv for manslaughter in the death of Connie Rehenes, debutante and drifter. Johnson often claims to have been a son of the High Priestess Pegyuh through some sort of goofy-talk "wrinkle-in-time" coincidence. A Wrinkle in Time is the book that will be written in the 1960's especially for children and adolescents by Madeleine L'Engle, renowned mostly for that title. Upon learning that it would be hundreds of years before the technology could be developed that would at once vindicate him on a murder rap and prove his lineage to a priestess, he began diagnosing hidden illnesses, some of which they didn't know they had, in the members of a Canadian camera crew on the scene. We are standing by to determine the outcome of the epsom salt baths and prayer he prescribed for each of them in varying doses before slipping into a shit-faced trance.
Coolie Sinbad, Chankside.

Photodelic Re-Engenderation

He Reaches Out by Reaching In

When the arm of the phonograph reached its trigger point, it lifted itself and re-cradled. The speakers went dead.

Donna and Mike each took a moment to gather their breath and have a few thoughts. Mike's receiver, in fact, was under the dining room table while he rinsed his face with cold water at the kitchen sink.

When he got back to the phone, Dr. Thong had already begun to cautiously pursue a preliminary and furtive line of questioning.

"...if this was the first time you have had an experience such as the one that we, that you... um."

"Doctor I'm sorry I'm back. I was..."

"It's Mike, isn't it?"

"Dr. Thong, I don't know how to tell you, but I hope that maybe now you may already know."

"I like music, and it did actually... carry me away."

"Of course since we're on the phone you can't really see for yourself what's been happening on my end." Mike glanced down at his shimmering abdomen. "I don't know yet, but I feel I could really swim."

"Mike," Dr. Thong began, recovering her courage with a new-found, no-nonsense attitude, "are you referring to photodelic re-engenderation?"

Peggy [the Mp3]

"You had two kids when you took to the winds."

Peggy

Lair of Dr. Thong

Dr. Thong was just polishing up the abstract of an article she'd just finished, "Discoethnology 1984: Dance Floor to Gymnasium in the Grim Aerobics Dawn," for an important medical doctor's world think tank quarterly journal magazine when the telephone rang. It was that guy who'd come by earlier that month for a kill shot.

"Doctor."

"Yes, this is Dr. Donna Thong." Dr. Thong always smiled on the phone because she had an awareness that facial expressions could resound audibly along the vocal cords through facio-cranial acoustics.

"Dr. Thong, I..."

By now, Mike considered Donna to be someone who had become one of his regular interlocutors.

"I was just wondering if..."

"Oh. Mike, isn't it?"

"Yes. That's my name."

"Well Mike, you silly. Why don't you tell me how you're feeling."

"But Doctor, don't you see-- it's just that..."

"Yes, Mike?"

"I'm feeling so HOT (hot)."

"Oh, pardon me? Sweetie are you there? Did you say hot two times?"

"Oh, doctor... doctor..."

They could both hear the music. It was overcoming them. They were helpless in its spinning thumping groove.

Born with a Vision

She was born with a vision
and it was copacetic
but where can you go but down.

Table dancing just to eat
Children home watching TV
While mommy does the late show.

She held it in her big hips
The secret that they wanted
After a couple of beers.

But no one there was ready
For Peggy's revelation
And Peggy is no longer around.

Oh Peggy Peggy
Born with a vi-zhone
You had two kids when
You took to the winds.

You had two kids when
You took to the winds.

Care-Laden Bells NBN [the Mp3]

Care-Laden Bells NBN

"Noisy but Nice"

Stays Lifted [the Mp3]

Stays Lifted

Care-Laden Bells [the Mp3]

Care-Laden Bells

Stays Lifted

There are those that will their steps on your dreams;
a single drop swells the chalice, and you wake moaning.
Call into the fray with care-laden bells clinking,
buoy rocking, buoy clanging; sun is winking.

COLUMN OF LIFE

Column of new pauses, thinking you are sumptuous.
Column of days, tight petals unfolding and turning under
Column of lines, connected only for the reason paper clips fuse in drawers.

Column, murderer, holding hostage villagers in your shadow.
Column is a forced march, dragging them by the upper arms.
Column splashing and spilling over, terrorizing with its cracks.

Column of workers, column of ants, column of monarchs.
Column raising the ante one dimension and all that was flat must fold.
Column free in the air despising reason.

Column against phallocentricism, column so old.
Column to hang around and lean on, carve, tap, be chained to.
Column to, thrashing and writhing, "pull down," as if stone.

Column of bees and nettles, a solid ring, stack of coin.
Column a tornado of fire, fever rising, spiraling tide.
Column as plinth, down under, with the relics.

Column of earth where I stand. Is a marvel of stagnation
Column of patience that non-life has. Abomination. Only
Column of Life has stations of deceasing and appearing again.

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pussy. In good faith, you would take part in a discussion seeking to make a serious comparison between Martin Luther King and Ronald Reagan with someone who should know better. Your least useful value is the value that allows, admits, confesses to anything if it appears to serve the common good. Will crops be higher because of your sacrifices? Step back and stop making a difference when you're not. You need to roll your role. ® Be ebullient. Pop up somewhere else.

Mkidza Mlahf

Mike had his back jammed up against a Cheap n' Simple hardytile wall. His GPS marked him as on grid and viable. He got on his walkie. "Theodore twenty," he murmured. "Theodore twenty, Ted over."

"Come in co-man," Ted drove stoically, understatedly, heartily home yet with such relief in his voice. "What's it like."

"I can tell you it's different. Funny. I feel a will, a desire. My nerves are racing. While I am aware of all that is bitter and cloying, I am circumsized from any direct impact."

"And the sexualsides?"

"I beg your pardon."

"Ok so then."

"I am not a native of this place. I can only co-exist through the most basic of commonalities: Shivweek, Chart a Planet, pet-door procreation."

"I wish you well. But you know... Your getting out. All of us will suffer less as a result-- not only you."

"If you reckon."

"I reckon your mommy was a stripper."

"Yeah. Her kids were her lahf. That's wah ah wuz bornd nekket."

Truth not Therapeutic

In another protest against "changing times," a group of High Shivites claiming to be descendant from the first priests to hang the first WD back in 01 threw themselves into Kareer-Kesh, one of Mthyuh's most active mosh pits, and of course as well to their own deaths. For them, the scientific truths unearthed by recent double-blind scholarship into the causes of Mthyuh, her tremors, and the nature of our Earth's troubled core in general had been too much to take, especially when presented as some kind of advancement. "This is like raping a virgin as a way to prove her inimaculacy," postulated Priest-Forward Esogh Ilyn, whose red afro caused many onlookers to comment that he resembled a flaming white cannonball as he hurdled into the mouth of the holy death gorge this morning.

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