Your Fortune's in her Cookie

A fresh poesy...

YOU ARE DEAD, BECAUSE

THE LORD IS NOT YOUR ARMOR

And I’ve known so many Amanda’s…
All with a soft indifferent glint of the mincing eyes; lasting at least all summer long.
Who’d draw with sandaled feet, bathes of eunuch sunray and goddess moon-shade.
Cold sweats corkscrewed and resinous conduct such blood-tests and her matted hair follicles are
judge, jury, and verdict with your consent or without.

And the insinuation of a present day bends at the joints like the pews
in a swollen bluster of a roman catholic landfill.
And while you work so hard to reassure armor-plates
of sacred hearts remain without tarnish,
I corrode sycamore eve’s with eye-bathes of cinders and I’m nebulous!

A full frontal sulphuric holy terror of method and funkenstein crystal.
The fury of radar blips, pips and microchips
are the hallowed down and gypsum of Mandy in Bobby-socks.

Ruddy mouth holes swaddle a set of aging child-star-good-looks
like the chisel of Sunday pincers on a gangly crip-walking
low-quality American tele(en)visioned handful ass with short brown legs.

And I’m pushing up mums like every irrecoverable era’s doohickey pinko sexpot
and or laser-guided intercontinental ballistic missionary.

I forget to forgive,
to have and to have not.
I haven’t loved any Amanda’s, but I’ve certainly used a few.

For the answer lies but does not cozen in sweaty lacerated flecks of what’s left of her indigo glen plaid sundress.

Just give me that chance,
And I’ll show you
why you should give up the things you love,
change your hair color, and turn yourself and your material possessions over to me.
The origin of all those meddlesome bugs…

Note:

You Are Dead... first appeared in Breadcrumb Scabs issue #9

and was then published in a book of poems entitled Gehenna.

Fun for the Whole Family!

And you thought the hair-raising joviality of Russkaya ruletka was reserved soley to Soviet conscripts and the clincally depressed...

Boy, were you ever wrong!

Introducing

Kaba Kick!

"The Non-lethal Pastime Alternative"

Instill fun, fear, and the importance of odds in your kiddies with the worlds
first simulated suicide plaything.

How could you not absolutely love this shit to death?
No pun intended...that was kinda cruel.

All joking aside though,
I'm gettin me one off eBay!

No really,

Seriously.

Here's fine words from Pope George Carlin I (and last)

on the aforementioned subject matter.

"In case you haven't heard,

the latest disaster for the rest of the universe

is that the United States is gonna go to Mars.

Okay? Ah, yeah. We're gonna go to Mars.

And then of course we're gonna colonize deep space.

With our microwave hot dogs and plastic vomit,

fake dog shit and cinnamon dental floss,

lemon-scented toilet paper and sneakers with lights in the heels.

And all these other impressive things we've done down here.

But let me ask you this: what are we gonna tell the intergalactic council of ministers

the first time one of our teenage mothers

throws their newborn baby into a dumpster?

How are we gonna explain that to the space people?

How are we gonna let them know that our ambassador

was only late for the meeting because his breakfast was cold

and he had to spend half an hour punching his wife around the kitchen?

And what are they gonna think when they find out, its just a local custom,

that over 80 million women in the Third world

have had their clitorises forcibly removed

in order to reduce their sexual pleasure so they won't cheat on their husbands?

Can't you just sense how eager the rest of the universe is for us to show up?"

– George Carlin, Complaints and Grievances

Therapy

A few jottings and drivel thrown-up and polished after a three hour stretch

of Chicory Coffee, Sylvia Plath's The Collossus, Kalle Lasn's Culture Jam

and some curious post-modernist luggage.

Ad Nauseam Ad Nauseam

The simulacrum is never what hides the truth.
It is the truth that hides the fact that there is none. The simulacrum is true.
-Ecclesiastes

She holds with her teenaged hands, and nails with orbs of chipped polish,
a wrenched out fragment of life and breath.

The inheritance of physical substance and the marrow of sight and soul gurging through

a five-fingered sarcoid vortex of topless bars.

Stripped down like a Stockholm hostage or missing pages or lost keys
in an attempt to preserve through humility,
a rectilinear idea of exactly
who and where and what it was that she was in all of this.

The impression of ‘being’ is narrated by the fluxion and variance of
magnetic density on the central nervous system.

Our discernment is founded essentially on corrigible defects which demand reaction abilities and respond only to most basic drives and energies.

We are satiated as with warm blood, by a pure simplex of record and vision.
But a stark interpretation of the object, is not the object.

What is offered to the optic nerves, to the taste buds is not substantial nor is it consistent

with the verity of concrete presence in an imagined rendition of existence.

We are slaves to the patterning of an unresolved perception who owes its fated brevity to a delusion of five irrelevantly dissolute sensory centers.

Threadbare, vincible, and prone to ravishment
the account of that moment is no more relevant than the verbal description of a
fire-extinguisher to the magus engulfed and paining in gelled gasoline.

Annotations En
Swanky Data-Mining Tadpoles

Sense impressions allow for reality understanding.
Sense impressions, in principle can be broken down into

an electric signal sending units called ‘bits’ (a contraction of binary digit.)
A bit is always theoretical. It is always posed as a question.
On or off? Up or down? 0 or 1?

A colored pictured such as the one above can be produced

by a string of around eight billion bits of information.

Analysis can be carried out for sound
(bits represent the pressure of sound waves in successive instants of time)
and touch (bits represent pressure on skins receptors)

Any sensory experience can be
represented and in context recreated by a simple string of bits.

You require a minimum of 10 changes or frames per second to perceive realistic motion.
Stop frame animation for example appears jerky and unreal because it occurs at around
5-7 frames. Television operates at a minimum of 30.
Jolts of information (most often cerebrally invasive)
active a fight or flight response (Pavlov)

Land mammals appear to crave a simulacrum of the presence of their peers.

They opt to receive but do not transmit.

They experience a high-definition low-resolution nature in place of venturing into it.

They witness sex acts instead of engaging in them.

They partake in simulation, and the distinction between their existential reality and the imitative reality they have produced becomes more and more indistinguishable.

Attack of the Ism's!

Eyewitnesses say they are ordinary-looking people.

Some say they appear to be in a kind of trance.

Others describe them as being misshapen monsters.

At this point, there's no really authentic way for us to say who or what to look for and guard yourself against. Reaction of law enforcement officials is one of complete bewilderment at this hour. Police and sheriff's deputies and emergency ambulances are literally deluded with calls for help.

The scene can be best described as mayhem.

The mayors of Pittsburg, Philadelphia, and Miami, along with the governments of several eastern and midwestern states indicated that the National Guard may be mobilized at any moment,

but that has not happened as yet.

The main advice news reporters have been able to get from official sources is to tell private citizens to stay inside their homes behind locked doors.

Do not venture outside for any reason until the nature of this crisis has been determined, and until we can advise what course of action to take.

Keep listening to radio and TV for special instructions as this crisis develops further.

OH NO! HERE COMES ONE OF THEM NOW!

Autosoterism
belief that one can obtain salvation through oneself

AND ANOTHER! BOARD THE WINDOWS AND DOORS!

Agapism
ethics of love

Cosmism
belief that the cosmos is a self-existing whole

Interactionism
belief that mind and body act on each other

Laxism
belief that an unlikely opinion may be safely followed

Transmigrationism
belief that soul passes into other body at death

Voluntarism
belief that the will dominates the intellect

Pyrrhonism
total or radical skepticism

Nullibilism
denial that the soul exists in space

Malism
the belief that the world is evil

Eidolism
belief in ghosts

Note: The nifty dialogue's from Master of Horror George A. Romero's Night of the Living Dead!

It gets up and kills! The People it kills get up and kill!