Idee Fixe

don't even think about it a bucket of motel ice in the face proving the thing in itself does not exist because he registered all the meanings all the time with a nausea so profound the retching never ended rearranging all my proteins in a hypnotic anarexo-bulemic frenzy I marched to the beat of crawling flesh an x-rated dermatologist tattooed Celtic blue in an idiot ritual purification couldn't find a long-haired dog for winter settled for an inferno of intrigue and dissipation in a tin shack at the edge of an endless swamp it wasn't serenity that's a rock solid fact the horse hairs stung across his butt Mistress Cheetah grabbed the microphone she had saved him from pointlessness in the past weaving many paths upon his terrain in a fairy tale about fairy tales fear swept the land as a craving for snacks the ones who get no peace rose in rebellion ridden by that cancer of abuse the great canon that we are but animals the Brahmins and their bullies faced extinction so they cut a deal to escape the cro magnon hordes coldly calculating the cost to nations in a curious mix of apoplexy and daring trying to duplicate the distortions of time a grandiose epic on the nature of Nature and the desert of human intellect clanked and hummed into bloom an infectious enthusiasm swept the palisades curing the sick and raising the dead bypassing the humiliation of needing to lie now if that doesn't please your ghost here's something that will I'll give you the formula now in a dance of erupting minutae if the West is decadently feudal the East is feudaly decadent this is my message to Earth multiply yourself by yourself and avoid counterfeit soothsayers like you avoid a broken pin ball flipper in a sea of hard financial assets some of the angels are stuffed dolls and confabulate without knowing it where everyone is a game piece tell me what is not measured like wild geese honking through the night part of a vast migration of souls with the moon low and full in a time of riches and knowing in a teasing ****** of ignorance in a power surge that spiked through the wires the closer to the pillar you stood the more transparent it all became end of transmission