these clouds can only amplify where
many times they've been complicit
and the moon was surreptitious
this fullness illuminates the spectrum
engages against a magnetism
heart flares spit arcs of sentiment
gravity hovering between poles
the beacon demands the vigil
serene paralysis of waste light
light that cloys and begs unhinged
light that is itself a shadow
by Missy
You know how they say our genes predetermine our tendency to make the equivalent of a dog's bark or a bird's chirp spontaneously prompted by archetypal coding that makes the assumption that we are components of the same super-milieu in which we evolved?
Evolution does not understand that one day, switching out one solid foundation of accepted reality for another can be as easy as turning the dial on an oracle dispenser. And then what does your body do—this goes for now without mentioning.
What your mind does is continue to blurt out chirps and barks except in the language of the replacement super-milieu via the trans. Yes, that would be Phyllis.
Phyliss does her best with what she has to work with, which is of course her own native Crackological "toolbox" of societal and environmental imperatives.
Result being that her version is bound to be embarrassingly rough at best and diametrically contradictory to intent at not-yet-even close to worst.For example, maybe I'm in an anatomical phase where i can fit through the doors of a shiv joint with some colleagues from MPS. The imbibing and resting implements are close enough to my current physical iteration for me to make successful if awkward pairings with those devices.
In fact it might all be going real merry until i suddenly interject, "I am soo worried about Jan. I see him buying into a delusion, and at the same time he struggles with it morally. He's is in real danger of getting swallowed whole by the Promotional Materials project. And that's a soul thing."
See how that, then, was beyond embarrassing and into concerning land, difficult person territory, not-a-fit-for-the-team ground. I believe as well that the outburst was seen as a welcome self-effing by at least one other editor present, the vivacious and hungry Smiling Gal. Gal was soon promoted after a coup de grace at the subsequent after-work drinks, during which she pointed out that my contribution to Anomalous Fluctuations at Santorabo Chank appeared to be plagiarized, albeit from another dimension.
Now, i give you the next exemplar of Phyliss's good-faith attempts at channeling my primordial chirps and barks into language that is socially palatable, textually accurate, and environmentally feasible. You tell me: is my trans. busted?
Funny. I can't think of it. I can't remember anything. Bad memories only come to me now when they are unwelcome. I'm sure Phyliss is quite busy, and she'll get to my request at her soonest and my least opportune free moment.
at the crest of the arch into the room we eat in
not a flame a shadow that a wave of heat makes
i said it's a concern if i'm hallucinating and it's a
concern if i'm not hallucinating unless there's a
third possibility out there a dimension overlap or
pretty sure that's what it was because it just now
happened again not a flicker but a loop-t-loo of
time place and being i could be anywhere right now
this could have been ten minutes ago or 10 later who
knows here i stand next to a dining table policing
prehistoric beasts a trillion moons away but still
is it an auditory or aural-ectopic phenomenon that's
going on now like a scratching [i scream here loudly]
a splash of fur and bare flesh who's also losing it's
shit happens an arm's length before me and scrams
leaves its stench as well as a reason to grab a soap and
rag and that's where i get my warrant to drop poison
Every time i glance at the common oracle and see the ad about the shiv stones, i get measurably upset: just look at my enzymes! Clouds never lie. Firstable, the marketing Jans wanted to represent diversity, so they chose a fleke, fine, you hear the romantic accent, you see the pale skin, it's diverse. But then they have her use that lovely accent on a word that doesn't even exist, even though she might not as an actress even be aware that it does not exist. It is likely in fact that when she heard the word, it was unfamiliar. But your go-to as an L2 speaker isn't "that word doesn't exist," you know? Who are you to say it doesn't exist. You are the least likely employee to question authority in the best possible job and circumstance to question authority. Do you see?
I really like your nails.
Not this time, sweetheart. Someone's got to hear me out on this, and if not a fellow warm-blooded bi-species avian-reptile people-eater, then whom?
I think it's who.
Really even if it's in reference to a category of one i don't know. Another example when grammar only serves to inhibit communication.
Meta-grammar maybe.
See? You want to change the subject.
Because i don't want to hear about some ad you saw?
No. Because i want to reflect on the impact of that commercial effort on my senses of dignity and reality. You are especially dissociative because the conversation will inevitably end up being hot coal-chunks like species, gene topography, and inclusion.
I think they're calling it SIG-T now, so species, inclusion, and gene topography.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oww. That was deliberately and aggressively passive aggressive. Lidderly i can't even hear now. And we're covered with ancient guano dust from up top the cavern.
I'm just going to start, and you'll probably get into it.
That's what i'm afraid of.
You know that phrase you hear flekes say "If you can't take the shiv, then you can't take the shiv, but if you take the shiv, then you can take the shiv and live, Hank?"
Please don't sing it. And don't call me Hank.
Well, these moronic marketing wiz-bags decided they had to once again randomly change the preserved language into a cuter catchier stupider form that might positively affect sales but neither edify nor insult any further than that.
I've seen the ad. She's selling shiv stones by a sea shore. What do you expect? They change Hank to Jan. I know. It's not the same. I think Hank also sounded too much like yank. For the kids.
Oh, not only that. Now, every average fleke, and then all of their generations, will start to say Jan and not Hank. That's how the whole Jan problem got started.
Then flekes will start naming their children Jan or Jan Jansdaad, Jr. or Jan Jansdaad XLV. Then flekes will still continue gene-topographically to be flekes while taking on more and more the interloper culture along with its values along with no special value assigned to flekes.
They won't even know who Hank was and what he represented.
...
That's something they should know but not necessarily something that i know.
Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Phyliss [Trans.]
Jans are most afraid of a face that's vacant a face that to its owner is a forgotten asset
Those Ks that on approach can project at least a happy or upside-down happy face
Will be granted the highest honors for their sacrificial hunger and self-hygiene practices
Beast: if your face is vacant and you choose to approach these towns, bear down your lip
Focus targets early and carry on with a plan always asking can i get enough to make it worth
If not this then in 10,000 generations you will get a whiff and cometh again sniffing around
Maybe you'll find a house in Jansdaadbad with a broken roof whip up some high winds
Make it look like another crazy nature fluke tornado carries off nursery rhyme gone bad
Toddler reads to self as father disappears through damage never to return in living plaid
This is only one way to gather your men who make the strongest nests with their bones
If not never then in 100,000 generations you'll just as soon have cast aside such pursuits
After 99,999 but enter then a glade of freshened expectations and gentler recreations
We must first of all as a group establish ourselves among this world and Crack-wide
More than the horrific stinkers of lore and indeed a think tank of keratinized epidermis
Ks take glory in the fullness of fulfilling up to but no more than our allotted kill
See? And they stay on because even tho they are made with stadium poles and satellite dishes my hygienist at Friends' Hangar weaves them into my pyncofibers which lets me swivel'm up to perch on my ocular hood.
That's nice for you. My issues these days are with sweat pants. The Sisters of Mthyuh spent months churning out this pair for example but it really binds above the hip bone and may inhibit normal peristalsis. Too bad an entire species of rubber tree went extinct just to result in an elastic waistband that doesn't meet the demands of give and take throughout the feeding cycle. The sisters've made me two other pairs, the product of more than 8,000 labor hours. One opened a pocket hole after the second sea wash, and the legs so long i almos tripped and took a dive into Fridgeporcherator Chank Canyon, and they's gators down there.
That's what happens when you go out of your way to comply with outrageously cynical and degrading modesty directives having ceded your own sacred powers of life and death to those you could have eaten.
It's worse than that. It's not just the Preservation Society. We are not compatible with the throngs of Jans and Flekes who have taken over this ecosystem.
I think it's time we call a Moment of World Stoppage.
Ha no one's done that since the grown childless strike during Same Moons.
We must call a Moment of World Stoppage, the flekes must don their sacrificial hats, and we must demonstrate the power we've had all along: fashion-forward population flyovers.
You mean over-population.
Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Phyllis [Trans.]
as something akin to a dinosaur am i an organic provocateur
you mean are you innocent
is that what i mean? it was just a question
if you want to find out an answer it is appropriate to pose the question and the answer is this: yes your appearance alone relative to that of your average heathen beholder is enough to agitate if not strike terror
how about horror
that too
i noticed that the gentlemen in particular react first with rage and then a sort of kill or flee dichotomy
and the women
mostly they go with reason and earnestness and give body language that's not threatening but it depends if there are kids around
and after they figure out they're not going to die?
even as their breathing and heartrates settle their hatred seems to increase
how do you know?
they become transparently passive-aggressive all genders be signifying shunning trying to shut down the hygiene hangars you know the drill
I miss a summer with the coling of stogne on men who easily go along. Remember?
Covered the stank of lake fish city night hot park. Did we throw a carcass in the water?
Stop touching yourself and listen now: There's reason to believe it lived.
There's been a hicken chopping around on a leg nobody wanted. Is it a punishment?
Lead deaves instead of feathers stick to the grease and bone and his wings
Never did more than fignify slight abstractly.
You see, i am chat thicken. My seeks are chunken. Enife is the lemy.
Meaning life when gou're yone: Soaring peeing seeking and encountering altercations.
still busted from the last draw meaning
what was drawn from me not by me
I would draw a foundation for the earnest
to develop skills of dishonesty
pork barrel gas light all the fallacy types
If not the jackpot then a chance to be a father
just to deeply breed mistrust in a beloved
readiness to love and fight fight love fight
I still feel the loss of my freshness seal
like a plague mask shielded interlocutors
from the perils of full-on intercourse
World dominion = multiculturalism everywhere
= monoculturalism = now = way back when =
later = i still can't win = life = narrative
Phyllis
cobweb, result and cause of manic ruminations
I got my hat on
I got my ginger mint my sucky stick my telephone
No more do i require a leash or harness
I walk alone
dwell, to live in exist or stay too long
I'm sitting down
This is how i pay collect a debt or debenture
My legs may serve to find a new serenity
Away from all this furniture
axenic, free of other lines that might compete
I'm in my head
Sometimes my heart cries out for intervention then
Just when i close the loop and think i'm done
I start again
— Chez Zeus-Krost
So ya that's what Jans is all about: huckster. It's hucksterism. They all be selling or wanting to sell they little products that's the business aspect like freedom to go ahead and try and hock craft flip what you want to and say whatever you want to about it with as few regulations as possible to make as many gold coins as you can and get the hell out. That spells liberty. And shore, religion is right up in there they say La-LaChama id-dah richest pan-gendered deity in na-known Crack. Ain nobody up in her vajraja books. They barely aware of her published statements.
I like your nails.
Oh thanks.
...
You know what i think about nails... Ya there's about a gallon of exterior house paint on each one of these doll but they did come out good. Painted nails make three statements one you can have this. Your bright color nails say yes you can have this and how do you know because i am advertising it. I am decorating the hell out of my own body like it's on a shelf and ready to be sold girl. Two the nails they can also say you can't have this. And i want you to remember that and i want it to hurt a little. Look at this highly decorated and must be highly valuable body o mine. The answer is no. But you and i both know the question baby. Three they say look sure you can look and you should look who wouldn't. Just that for now, but for sure i want you to have a look and think for yourself on can you have can you not have this.
I like number three the i can look.
Oh you don't wanna have this?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jan and Peg's shattering cry-laughing creates mini-avalanches at the edges of the ice shelf and a mini-roiling of the sea waters. As their laughter dies down, or as the reason for their laughter dying down, they both recall a moment of special intimacy in a hot geyser pool thousands of moons in the distance and wonder if the other is also remembering not being able to tell exactly if the memory is their own or a mind-only transmittal of language further to their conversation or? They look at one another sideways.
Say, do you re
Stop. Just stop there.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Phyllis [Trans.]
When i was cry dancing and slamming my body into the iron restraints of your treacherous jail was that a cynical charade meant only to hurt the two of you as deeply as possible?
Silly. Only you know the answer to that question. It did occur to me though that you wanted us to feel as jarred and frightened as you were feeling.
But what i wanted is for you to understand. Remember that i am essentially naive and believe that understanding leads to acceptance even if it must be beaten into me.
Reptily-ily you express a sentiment shared and passed down as a genetic disorder by your own generations. You've never experienced corporal punishment as wrong, even while it is going on?
I've never experienced corporal punishment as wrong, even while it's going on, just as i would never let the meaning lead the rhyme nor push the meter beyond the time nor drop a message in the wine.
I know that you know that i know you are dissociating.
But why do i do that?
La LaChama, for example. Why is she no longer stringing marigolds and gifting them to pilgrims' necks?
You know why. She was more like gifting herself marigolds and stringing their necks.
What did she believe about the pilgrims.
That they must be saved for Mthyuh even at the end of a whip or from within a bruising squeeze.
I saw her once leading a group through the moons festival ground. She was so much taller than any of them, even with the way she stooped. She clutched a matted yak shawl around her shoulders and operated a whistling bamboo rod in the other fist. She herded them like meat goats inflicting visible defense wounds on their arms and fingers.
Right, she is safer to society after the abduction by prayer. Now she can focus on the more esoteric aspects of lavajraja.
The love of lavajraja.
La lavajraja that is love and is of love a lavajraja loving the love of the vajra from love and from the love of the vajarja vajra rajas of the rajas of love above...
Amen.
La LaChama and Peg have trapped Reptily in an underground cage. LaChama of course is a yolk-split of Reptily meaning they used to be the same.
Peg, a genuine queen, was there fronting a crinkly black cape in her most Jan-like wo-manifestation:
PEG (tilting head): We have you together with us now darling so why not see if we can make the most of it.
REPTILY: Make the most of this! My head spine can grow long enough to pike you right through these ridiculous iron bars.
LACHAMA: She is our godmother.
REPTILY (spitting): Shhpht. Your petty associations. I am a monster!
PEG: My poor darling. Let's sit.
LACHAMA (sitting): I love you sister.
REPTILY (cry-dancing throwing her body against the bars iron ceiling rock floor of the restraint breaking a collar bone and a quasi-kneecap cry-yelling): Please just leave me here to die!
PEG (sitting and weeping): We are all grown now. The only power we have over you is those bars. We would prefer to take you in our arms.
REPTILY (short harsh doglike breaths): ...
Phyliss [Trans.]
I weathered it
As i myself weathered
Now me and it
At ease & unfatigued
Avail ourselves
To answer The Question
& we find there's
Nothing to figure out
Before we could even arrive at the be good v do good debate we had to define good and soon a bunch of us had nodded off on the potent vines of Dhubba Berra Chank
That's when her meaty tail smashed through the stone wall of our dorm and we didn't even think it was a hurricane because no power matches the rage of a K bitch
Because we are a moral species like dogs we remind ourselves not to blame her for being herself acting in accordance with her primaeval mission
The conscience of one species may randomly overlap with another but the universe is a place of blotting not stroking condensing and scattering not planning and building
Our whole concept of improvement of oneself or otherwise was confirmed as stupid while we screamed and begged and choked on dust and the funk of the beast
The more of our brothers we saw dead the more we ourselves felt responsible for their tragedy not fortunate to have avoided it
Like the hugest possible period at the end of a sentence once she had achieved a level of saturation in terms of deconstruction she quietly shat
Now we can be shocked in another way still more disturbing
You see her purse her lips and shrink her mouth with muscles not oft used
It hurts a lot but not from gravity of topic which could never disabuse
Her of the smile a smile bigger than one would think anatomically possible
A smile taking up perhaps 40–48% of the face that's visible
Ya it's a shame a lady of LaVajra has to be a politician
Which interrupts her nirvanic rhythm
Especially whilst being shamed for her bliss
Her mouth is a reminder of Mthyuh's hungry maw
And we should only thank her for this
Our journey homeward is mapped to her craw
The next moment after realizing she was immortal
It was La Chama's first moment as well after all
An involuntary spasm of compassion and responsibility toward all life rose in her heart
Even for a nephew who said she'd been admired far more than she played the part
To Missy it was love sustained her up to the beginning
When from the jetsam of burst chrysalis stepped forward a leader darkly grinning
but after watching Reptily swim-crying in a bottom-lit tureen among thick
garbanzo shuck at a mock-cannibalistic pride event
i realized that a career is an arc even perhaps the upper half of a round
the bottom portion of which you spend under water or under ground
first being relieved of any bioburden
then sudsed cleansed returned right-side up to the pearl you started in
there are prayer wheels spinning instead of bicycle rims at twice the din
this must be the first place on the journey my good deeds've packed for me
this shadowbox of a town heaving all its energy direct to the abysmality
the ends of every street rise against the horizon
as if these intersections of temples plinths pools ghats
existed only within a black dot
but still perhaps too much to love and administer mindfully
or can an anti-career yield kinetic powers due to the addition of gravity?
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