Emergency

When I came home,
                         the sun was down.
I shut my two black eyes   and when I opened them,
the sun was up                  and snow was falling from it.
I put one mirror on the ground,
                           all of the snow fell in to it.
The sun was disintegrating.
                            I left the yard.
                            I went right  up the stairs.
                                          How old am I now,
                                          that the mirror is full.How old am I now,          that the sun has gone empty.

Enviable Position

A lily is made of putrescent white.
I knew a girl in a dress that same colour.
I met her on the 90th floor of R Building.
She was looking in the mirror by the elevator.
She was repeating a man's name.
I took her hand and led her to the stairs.
We went up 12 flights together.
His name came with us.
We exited on to the roof.
She threw down my hand.
She walked off the ledge.
With him.
Her dress was her future.

Convex

Nemesis____A  Hypothetical Star, orbiting the sun
beyond the Oort Cloud, a light year a way.


The pain of it is intrinsic in the sun's character.
A pull it rarely understands.
Something like when trauma occurs in an infant's life,
and for all the rest it does things without frontal reasoning.
Even heavenly bodies are haunted.

Low Plain

                                                            The Administration has taken your request. Stop.

                                                            In Conference, Consensus reached. Stop.

                                                            For further information,close your eyes.

                                                            FULL STOP.

I sent the specimen to 11 Institutions of note.

I received 11 telegrams back,

The above being the only positive return.

My request:         Enclosed is one photo of

                           The Object.

I found it beneath my bed on the third day 

of January. I live alone. I live among few

possessions .There is no earthly reason for
it's arrival among my trappings. Your estab-
lishment being one of great exalt, I beg your
thorough examination. In payment, I
here for give rights of all findings to your
prestigious institute.I would be deeply
obliged for haste in answer to this query, as
the matter has a gravity in accord to my
own health.


Nineteen days have past since my initial finding. My left kidney has failed, 3 of my teeth and all of my fingernails have come away, 10 bones have splintered or broken in the course of normal mobility and I lost my hearing just houres ago. The very core of me is falling to pieces as I drift into sleep during all manner of activity and deep inside the most deranged and abstract nightmares, the likes of which I've never read nor conceived.


In my extremity, I do as the impersonal note reads. Close my eyes.


I am inside the rotunda of a sentient thing. A permanent vast. Dim with tissue whose thick is that of a planet. It hurts to know. There is nothing to distinguish any single place, only grey sameness eternal. Wretched timidity steals over me. I give in. It thinks for me. The intimacy is overwhelming. It tells me:


THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS BEINNG THIS IS BENIGN




I've no opinion. I've lost emotion. This is benign. This is Benign. This is BEnign. This is BENign. This is BENIgn. This is BENIGn. This is BENIGN. This Is BENIGN. This IS BENIGN. THis IS BENIGN. THIs IS BENIGN. THIS IS BENIGN. THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS   BENIGNTHISISBENIGNTHISISBEINNGTHISISBENIGNTHISISBEINNGTHISISBEINNGTHISISBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNG

Utility

Sensed: Euphoria
True Presence: Underborn
Architect: Obscurity
Reference: Longsuffering
Prospered Lot: Severity
Obstruction:
Tonality: Shifting
Instruction: Deathless
Erudition: Sunless
Defect:
Souce:
Virtue:
Center: Odium
Regard:  Abject
Malady: Ruin
Stategum: Sin
Condition: Still

Vessel: Uncommunicative

Jack Kelly

His loose hair fell and what it grew to was child in appearance.
In true, it was only dead leaves and and pages from dead books.

Its reality found only in the broken sound of its gait.
I met it in my sleep.
In every landscape, it stood inches away and facing me.
All of my mobility tampered with as it was always before me.
It was before me; before all of us.
It came from a before that wasn't recorded.

Its sophisticated decay is foreign to the now.
There are no things older,
except Jack Kelly.

Medium

on the date of our assured de-evolution,
an annex in time is carved from the nothing,
so that we might warm our farthest reaches
by the fire of lives better lived.

Tipple Horn

 PURITY TEXT

 If there were water,

We would give it design.

If there were soil,

We would seed it malign.

If there were inside,

We would turn it all out.

If there were outside,

We would breathe it devout.

If there were living,

We would learn how to see.

If there were nothing,

We could remain Blind.

There Is A Man

A Righteous Man.

Answers

Below: Pinky Toe (Getting smaller with every generation, unnecessary even for balance) /
              Plantaris Muscle (Muscle behind heel, once used in gripping, now degenerated to uselessness)

Above: Third Molar (Certain populations already being born without them, once important for use in the                          enormous amount of greens we had to chew)/
               Darwin's Point ( Nodule in upper ear once used in sound focusing, 9 percent of humans have them)

Devour

She is a Hungry woman. Her only way Is:
               Devour.

There isn't anything there when she opens the door to home.
There isn't anything there when she opens the door on outside.
She ate In.
She ate Out.



She saved some of her self for this,
The End.

Human Clock

www.humanclock.com/

GAME ONE:THE UNECESSARY

A Guessing Game.
There are 2 answers to either question:
1 widely dispersed        1 narrowly dispersed

Whisper answers to me  quietly    and think hard;
if you are wrong,
I can't be held responsible.
Now that you've read, you HAVE to PLAY.

What, below Man's knee,  is slowly receding only to one day disappear?

What, above Man's neck,  is quickly receding that one day soon will disappear?

The answers will arrive August 3rd. Final rule: only I can win.

Your Life Is Not Your Own

                         I'm sorry I hurt you, but you forced me to, You Must Admit.

Heightened

I have been blessed. A certain knowledge came to me. My limbs went numb. My future children stirred in the sky. A man's mouth bled. Some Thing took a bullet to the face. And I woke up.

                              It isn't Over.

Death Clock

http://www.deathclock.com/

Unhealthy Flowers

                                                NOTHING CAN LIVE THROUGH THIS                                             

Misnomer

A potato truck drove through a small town. It drove by many of the residents. The truck had no potatos inside. There was waste from an un named facility working with un named chemicals. The truck exhaled on these people. Five years later, a gross amount of them came down blind. Most could disern shapes, but not by the seventh year. 
That truck was only in town twenty minutes. The wide sightlessness was never traced to it. Never Ever.



Can you reconcile the image and the story?                        No?
Good.

David and His Father

Father: You hold on to your pain like it means something, like it's worth somethig. Well let me tell you: It's not worth shit. Let it go. Infinite possiblilities and all he can do is whine.


David: Well what am I supposed to do.


Father: Well what do you think-you can do anything, you lucky bastard. You're alive.What's a little pain compared to that.


David: It can't be so simple.

Father: What if it is.
 

I AM YOUR ORACLE.

                                             COME UNTO ME, LITTLE CHILDREN.

Ghosts in the Furniture

                     IT'S DEAD ARE NOT WOMEN OR MEN.


This narrative does not begin with a move or an earthquake. It begins on a Wednesday in September at 8:11 p.m.

I was thinking deeply of  a landscape I couldn't place, but felt such a horrible longing for.
Dark, clean rock as walls supporting a vast immobile lake. It was so deep-set and so thoroughly
kept within those solid blank walls that the place was almost windless. Almost lifeless. 
Without life, was it not a Dead place?                                                            I flipped the switch on the
coffee maker as I thought this last thought. It made sounds like cats vomiting and clocks ticking.
I waited for it to subside into dripping while I  sank in to my couch. Still thinking of: Eudoxia. 
That was the name of the lake. EUDOXIA. It's state, it's locale, still lost to me. At this thought, I 
found my chin on my chest with my spine curved profoundly to accommodate my position; falling 
backward in to the couch. It frightened me, as if I were leaving---and I didn't know I was going. 
It was a painful moment. I moved quickly, but stiffly to the coffee maker. How I should be so stiff
after such a brief...the clock read 11:41 pm. I have never been so startled. I didn't recall sleeping
or waking. 
The coffee was thick and unkind from it's houres on the burner. I drank it standing.






END TO OPENING SEQUENCE.