Nowhere in Particular
Yankee Doodle
went to town
riding on a pony
stuck a feather in his hat
and called it Macaroni.
Exunt all.
Curtain.
Blackout.
Roll Credits.
Red Sparrow.
The End.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
BOOK THE MINUTE: THERE AND BACK AGAIN
And I must borrow every shape to find expression...
dance,
dance like a dancing bear,
cry like a parrot,
chatter like an ape.
I am invulnerable,
I have no Achilles heel,
I will go on,
and when I have prevailed I can say:
at this point many a one has failed.
But what have I,
but what have I,
my friend,
to give you,
what can you receive from me?
Only the friendship
and the sympathy
of one
about to reach
a journeys end.
"...but he lives like a King
and he dallies,
and he gathers,
and he plucks,
and he shines,
and when the man dances;
certainly boys,
whatelse?
The Piper pays him!
Yessir,
when the man dances;
certainly boys,
whatelse?
The Piper pays him!"
"But he doesn't know the territory!"
(But our beginnings never know our ends!)
BOOK THE MINUTE: THERE AND BACK AGAIN
The Return of the King
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Interlude: and in The End; the Revenge of Billy Pilgrim
in Wonderland
"Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger."
-the Author
Indited as a Freak of All Trades
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
The Suspense is Terrible... I hope it'll last.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Chapter XXVII: Loose, Over like a Willow Tree
Epilogue the Eighth: the Vanishing
'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand! Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are! However, somebody killed something: that's clear, at any rate -'
The Meaning: Large as Life and Twice as Natural
'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand! Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are! However, somebody killed something: that's clear, at any rate -'
-Alice
'It is not reality, although you can express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write nonsense, or lies, or to tear pages.'
-The King
'Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog; it's too dark to read.'
-The Fool
Sentence: Life goes on within you, but be sure the cosmos in all it's glory won't blink at your passing on, over, out, and beyond.
Satori:
O, Brave New Worlds!
Mantra:
Ride-on,-Right-on
Fossick:
The Meaning.
The Meaning: Large as Life and Twice as Natural
This Book the Second is the ineffable recycled air of my own (word; Bullshit, or Nonsense, or Library, or Imagination, or Delusion, or whatnot)
There is no real point to be had with any of this and Beta Ineffable is the recycled by-product of a war between my sub-conscious and conscious and a vague attempt by my meager intelligence, little wit, and scattered memory attempting to get a word in edge wise; Book the Second differs from it's former expired composition, which was a damaged egos vague desperate calls for attention only to be answered by an infinitely lonely self serving mind;
Book the Second has been an entire work of Fiction; defiling a compiling of greater and noble other works of complete bullshit and nonsense;
Every aspect of Book the Second is entirely false, and should be treated as such. Any one unfortunate enough to have wasted time digesting this degenerate mind feces will in fact not be compensated for lost time.
Those who don't understand Book the Second have lost the maidenhead of there childhood interest, or still deep in the virginity of intelligence.
Those who do understand Book the Second are looking too much into it, and are fully encouraged by fictional characters of my own imagination to look through it instead; to tumble down the rabbit whole of ignorance and fantasy (but I repeat myself...) and end up where the former group lies.
Those who merely enjoyed Book the Second missing the whole point entirely and will never ever accomplish a thing of value, worth, or wealth in their lives.
That being said; if there is any readers left at this point, the fictional characters of my delusional and damaged imagination are prepared to carry out my orders and have them shot.
Therefore: the end of the trilogy, the triplex of complex meaningless phrases, words, and punctuations will be left entirely for my own bitter enjoyment, colossal misinterpretation,
and the recycled air of brainwaves and bad ideas will come to a climax quicker than a virgin's premature ejaculation, and be resolved like the Civil Rights War.
Rest in Peace may this piece of poetic and polluted composition of many characters that conjoin and multiply, and through association and position form the physical and visible expression of thought (no matter how inhumane) which are infinitely open for interpretation, manipulation, and miscommunication.
I hereby declare this work of Fiction over:
The Characters all dead:
Esp. Z
(he wasn't of very much use)
There is no real point to be had with any of this and Beta Ineffable is the recycled by-product of a war between my sub-conscious and conscious and a vague attempt by my meager intelligence, little wit, and scattered memory attempting to get a word in edge wise; Book the Second differs from it's former expired composition, which was a damaged egos vague desperate calls for attention only to be answered by an infinitely lonely self serving mind;
Book the Second has been an entire work of Fiction; defiling a compiling of greater and noble other works of complete bullshit and nonsense;
Every aspect of Book the Second is entirely false, and should be treated as such. Any one unfortunate enough to have wasted time digesting this degenerate mind feces will in fact not be compensated for lost time.
Those who don't understand Book the Second have lost the maidenhead of there childhood interest, or still deep in the virginity of intelligence.
Those who do understand Book the Second are looking too much into it, and are fully encouraged by fictional characters of my own imagination to look through it instead; to tumble down the rabbit whole of ignorance and fantasy (but I repeat myself...) and end up where the former group lies.
Those who merely enjoyed Book the Second missing the whole point entirely and will never ever accomplish a thing of value, worth, or wealth in their lives.
That being said; if there is any readers left at this point, the fictional characters of my delusional and damaged imagination are prepared to carry out my orders and have them shot.
Therefore: the end of the trilogy, the triplex of complex meaningless phrases, words, and punctuations will be left entirely for my own bitter enjoyment, colossal misinterpretation,
and the recycled air of brainwaves and bad ideas will come to a climax quicker than a virgin's premature ejaculation, and be resolved like the Civil Rights War.
Rest in Peace may this piece of poetic and polluted composition of many characters that conjoin and multiply, and through association and position form the physical and visible expression of thought (no matter how inhumane) which are infinitely open for interpretation, manipulation, and miscommunication.
I hereby declare this work of Fiction over:
The Characters all dead:
Esp. Z
(he wasn't of very much use)
- it
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Chapter XXVI: like a Monkey with a Miniature Cymbal
Story the Seventh: the Bastard's Fate
O Serpent heart hid with a flowery face!
Did ever Dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful Tyrant;
Fiend Angelical!
Dove-feathered Raven!
Wolvish-ravening Lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st-
A Damned Saint, an Honorable Villain!
O Nature, what hadst thou to do in Hell when thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend in mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound?
There is no end: in that word's death; no words can that woe sound...
Bastard dies.
Requiem.
Sentence: In the beginning there was the word- in the end there was only silence.
O Serpent heart hid with a flowery face!
Did ever Dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful Tyrant;
Fiend Angelical!
Dove-feathered Raven!
Wolvish-ravening Lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st-
A Damned Saint, an Honorable Villain!
O Nature, what hadst thou to do in Hell when thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend in mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound?
There is no end: in that word's death; no words can that woe sound...
-Protagonist (Noun)
Requiem.
Sentence: In the beginning there was the word- in the end there was only silence.
Satori:
We are such stuff as Dreams are made on;
and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Mantra:
Onwards-upwards-vulgar-words
Fossick:
The End.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Chapter XXV: at the End of the Rainbow
Scene the Sixth: the Bastard's Dream
All stare, eye's glazed:
Garage burned down the fire raged for 40 days and in forty ways, but through the blaze they see it fade; the Sea of Black, the beaming heat on their faces; then a figure emerges from the wastage, eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze, one hand clutching a sword raised to the sky, they wonder how, they wonder why; the sky turns white it all becomes clear, they felt lifted from their fears, in the light they shed their tears after six dark years:
Young, bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks, and smolders, five years older and wiser, the fires are burning, on fire, never tire; slay warriors in the forest and on high:
We sing; hear the strings rising, the War is over, the bells ring; memories fading: soldiers slaying; looks like Geezer's raving; the hazy fog over the bull ring, the lazy way the birds sing, a new babies born every day; and the crowds roar, they slay, they all say:
"Stand by me my apprentice, be brave; clench fists."
All stare, eye's glazed:
Garage burned down the fire raged for 40 days and in forty ways, but through the blaze they see it fade; the Sea of Black, the beaming heat on their faces; then a figure emerges from the wastage, eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze, one hand clutching a sword raised to the sky, they wonder how, they wonder why; the sky turns white it all becomes clear, they felt lifted from their fears, in the light they shed their tears after six dark years:
Young, bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks, and smolders, five years older and wiser, the fires are burning, on fire, never tire; slay warriors in the forest and on high:
We sing; hear the strings rising, the War is over, the bells ring; memories fading: soldiers slaying; looks like Geezer's raving; the hazy fog over the bull ring, the lazy way the birds sing, a new babies born every day; and the crowds roar, they slay, they all say:
"Stand by me my apprentice, be brave; clench fists."
-Tricky Dick
10. condiments for breakfast.
9. lives lost to curiosity.
8. days a week.
7. not-so-deadly sins.
6. pick up sticks.
5. sides to every coin.
4. wards.
3. roads diverged.
2. for the money
(b.) or not too be.
Sentence: Run while you still can, after that get a taxi.
Satori:
Rock bottom can be broken through!
Mantra:
Que-sera,-sera
Fossick:
The Ninth Square.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Chapter XXIV: Burning in the Melting Pot
Forward the Fifth: the Bastard's Lesson
Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, I been around for a long year, stole many man's soul and faith.
I watched with glee while your Kings and Queens fought for ten decades over Gods they made. Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name, but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game:
Just as every Cop is a Criminal,
and all the Sinners Saints,
as Heads Is Tails.
The Flop
6 Clubs the dead lucky die.
7 Hearts crumbling the doom of destiny.
The Joker knows a magic trick.
The Turn
The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts.
The River
is most certainly less troubled than you.
dance noun. a series of steps that match the speed and rhythm of a social gathering; movements in a piece of music.
Sentence: A Monkey in hand, or at hand, is worth twelve in a tree.
Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, I been around for a long year, stole many man's soul and faith.
I watched with glee while your Kings and Queens fought for ten decades over Gods they made. Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name, but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game:
Just as every Cop is a Criminal,
and all the Sinners Saints,
as Heads Is Tails.
- Rumpelstiltskin
The Flop
6 Clubs the dead lucky die.
7 Hearts crumbling the doom of destiny.
The Joker knows a magic trick.
The Turn
The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts.
The River
is most certainly less troubled than you.
dance noun. a series of steps that match the speed and rhythm of a social gathering; movements in a piece of music.
Sentence: A Monkey in hand, or at hand, is worth twelve in a tree.
Satori:
Stupid is as Stupid doesn't!
Mantra:
Smile-n-nod-boys-smile-n-nod
Fossick:
Pointless Bulls-Eye.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Intermission: Heat of the Scene like an Active Volcano
in Hell
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast-
And half believe it true.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Chapter XXIII: on the Eve of War
Frolic the Fourth: the Hunting
You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self.
Remember where you came from, where you're going, and why you created the mess you got yourself into in the first place. You're going to die a horrible death, remember. It's all good training, and you'll enjoy it more if you keep the facts in mind.
Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they'll call you crazy.
Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them. You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.
You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self.
Remember where you came from, where you're going, and why you created the mess you got yourself into in the first place. You're going to die a horrible death, remember. It's all good training, and you'll enjoy it more if you keep the facts in mind.
Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they'll call you crazy.
Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them. You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.
-Billy Pilgrim
"I see," said the deaf man to the blind child.
-MaleXandeR SuperTourisT
10 Points to Victory
1. Never go alone. solitude packs a punch. so pack a fire-arm to show him whats what.
2. Never miss deadlines. their a better shot than you.
3. Never stray from trail. because that's not how trails are made.
4. Never forget weather conditions. their more important than the Alamo.
5. Never undervalue footwear. gas pedals require very heavy soles.
6. Never under-hydrate. the planet has 75%. God(s/ess) forbid your internal percent drops below 90.
7. Never wear camouflage. cut down Birnam Wood and strap it to your backs instead. it's much easier.
8. Never forage. history shows pillaging or embezzling is more the way to go. for headlines at least.
9. Never wander when lost. stay in one place. it will be familiar eventually.
10. Never whistle while your pissing. these shoes were freshly polished.
victory noun. the act of successful military engagement in a contest; defeating difficulties and obstacles, to the final and complete superiority over opponents and enemies and servants. the act of triumphing.
Sentence: It's not a race to the end, the end is racing to you.
Satori:
For ye know not when the time is!
Mantra:
It's-a-celebration!
Fossick:
Orion's Belt.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Chapter XXII: Among the Mangrove Seas
Threshold the Third: The Bastard's Trail
I engage with the Snark, every night after dark, in a dreamy delirious fight; I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes, and I use it for striking a light. This task is so exacting, and its fulfillment so advantageous, that I forget myself in the process, losing sight of my instinctual nature and putting my own conception of myself in place of my real being. In this way I slip imperceptibly into a purely conceptual world where the products of my conscious activity progressively replace reality. ("That's exactly the method," the Bastard bold in a hasty parenthesis cried, "That's exactly the way I have always been told that the capture of Snarks should be tried!")Separation from my instinctual nature inevitably plunges me into the conflict between conscious and unconscious, spirit and nature, knowledge and faith, a split that becomes pathological the moment my consciousness is no longer able to neglect or suppress my instinctual side. The thing is- Fear can't hurt you anymore than a dream. There aren't any Beasts to be afraid of on this island. Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of crybabies! But there is no animal-
insanity: noun. mental illness or derangement in most criminal jurisdictions; something extremely foolish to relieve the accused of unsoundness of mind in the judgment of civil court; unfit to maintain a contractual or legal relationship with a mental heath facility, or to warrant commitment to folly. not of scientific use.
Sentence: Courage is Hope without ignorance.
I engage with the Snark, every night after dark, in a dreamy delirious fight; I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes, and I use it for striking a light. This task is so exacting, and its fulfillment so advantageous, that I forget myself in the process, losing sight of my instinctual nature and putting my own conception of myself in place of my real being. In this way I slip imperceptibly into a purely conceptual world where the products of my conscious activity progressively replace reality. ("That's exactly the method," the Bastard bold in a hasty parenthesis cried, "That's exactly the way I have always been told that the capture of Snarks should be tried!")Separation from my instinctual nature inevitably plunges me into the conflict between conscious and unconscious, spirit and nature, knowledge and faith, a split that becomes pathological the moment my consciousness is no longer able to neglect or suppress my instinctual side. The thing is- Fear can't hurt you anymore than a dream. There aren't any Beasts to be afraid of on this island. Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of crybabies! But there is no animal-
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew didn't you? Close, close close! It is this, it is this that I dread!
-Jack Merridew
Sentence: Courage is Hope without ignorance.
Satori:
We all get to be gum in graves anyway!
Mantra:
Let-the-Seasons-begin!
Fossick:
Con an honest John.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Chapter XXI: To See What Condition My Condition Was In
Stage the Second: The Bastard's Speech
Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law my services are bound.
Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom?
Why bastard? Wherefore base?
Hath not the bastard eyes?
Hath not the bastard hands, organs, dimensions , senses, affections, and passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer?
When my dimensions are as well compact, my mind as generous, and my shape as true, as honest madam's issue? Why brand they us with base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Well, then, I grow; I prosper:
The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
Five Unmistakable Bastards
I. Chaos; with meager and hollow taste (but crisp).
II. Discord; with a habit of getting up late.
III. Confusion; with a slowness of taking of jest.
IV. Bureaucracy; with fondness of bathing machines.
V. Aftermath; with ambition.
Four Unredeemable Bastards
I. Victory; teacher of suffering.
II. War; politician of the cause of suffering.
III. Famine; entrepreneur of the cession of suffering.
IV. Death; servant of the Path to the cession of suffering.
Three Unquestionable Bastards
I. The Futher; has never had sexual intercourse.
II. The Sun; the birth of Humanity as a whole.
III. The Huly Spirit; is usually disagreeable, malicious or sinister in manner, often with magic or supernatural powers which can be helpful or obstructive.
Two Uncanny Bastards
I. Yin; was a veteran burlesque entertainer from a show business family.
II. Yang; was a boxer in his hometown of Paterton, New Jersey.
One Unglorious Bastard
I.
Sentence: Fear not the Forest, for it's bark is worse than it's bite.
Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law my services are bound.
Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom?
Why bastard? Wherefore base?
Hath not the bastard eyes?
Hath not the bastard hands, organs, dimensions , senses, affections, and passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer?
When my dimensions are as well compact, my mind as generous, and my shape as true, as honest madam's issue? Why brand they us with base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Well, then, I grow; I prosper:
The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
-Hagbard Celine
bastard: noun. a vicious, despicable, or thoroughly disliked illegitimate child; esp a man; irregular, inferior, spurious, of abnormal or irregular shape or size; of unusual make or proportions: having the appearance of character.
THE CREW:
I. Chaos; with meager and hollow taste (but crisp).
II. Discord; with a habit of getting up late.
III. Confusion; with a slowness of taking of jest.
IV. Bureaucracy; with fondness of bathing machines.
V. Aftermath; with ambition.
Four Unredeemable Bastards
I. Victory; teacher of suffering.
II. War; politician of the cause of suffering.
III. Famine; entrepreneur of the cession of suffering.
IV. Death; servant of the Path to the cession of suffering.
Three Unquestionable Bastards
I. The Futher; has never had sexual intercourse.
II. The Sun; the birth of Humanity as a whole.
III. The Huly Spirit; is usually disagreeable, malicious or sinister in manner, often with magic or supernatural powers which can be helpful or obstructive.
Two Uncanny Bastards
I. Yin; was a veteran burlesque entertainer from a show business family.
II. Yang; was a boxer in his hometown of Paterton, New Jersey.
One Unglorious Bastard
I.
Sentence: Fear not the Forest, for it's bark is worse than it's bite.
Satori:
It's Alive!
Mantra:
"Kill the Beast! Cut his Throat! Spill his Blood!"
Fossick:
One Giant Leap For Man, One Unnoticeable Step For Mankind.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Chapter XX: Straight to Hell
This is not going to go anywhere.
The second book of the Trilogy never does.
This is what happens when God gets writers block.
it will begin now...
i. no parking, no smoking, no swimming... these are just words.
ii. and their only words unless their true.
iii. however, shoes are required to ride the bus.
iv. although, that same bus will let you carry on a large ominous back-pack with a short sword (yes, not a machete; distinct difference) sticking out of it.
v. please note: they will charge you a dollar for bringing on the backpack.
vi. bathrooms are for paying patrons only.
vii. please save all explosive diarrhea for public restrooms.
viii. well, some go this way, and some go that way; but i just sort of trail off in some direction with no real destination.
ix. maps get you to frames of mind. it's your feet that get you somewhere.
x. follow your gut instinct. after you've eaten, follow your intuition.
ix. maps get you to frames of mind. it's your feet that get you somewhere.
x. follow your gut instinct. after you've eaten, follow your intuition.
xi. after you've jumped to conclusions, make sure they don't jump you.
xii. then follow your heart.
xiii. its very important that you find it and put it back into place.
xiv. chase your fears.
xv. you should have never let them get away from you in the first place.
xvi. chase your dreams.
xvii. you'll catch up to the illusionary eventually.
xviii. love is blind.
xiix. so it's probably a really bad guide to pick.
xix. follow yourself.
xx. you'll end up in circles.
21. you know, quite honestly: fuck the Romans.
22. because finally the moment came where i began again with the proclamation that Pluto himself had never existed!
23. i love glory by murder by the entire fucking Senate more than i fear death by murder by the entire fucking Senate. and yes I am that clever. profanity.
Sentence: Even if God is dead, at least Mathematics will always be there to save us.
Sentence: Even if God is dead, at least Mathematics will always be there to save us.
Satori:
Just the place for a Snark!
Mantra:
Outstanding-and-that's-what-you-tell-em
Fossick:
The One and Only.
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