- Above, my poem about the motherfucking Confederate flag, the motherfuckers defending the Confederate flag, the motherfuckers happy-dancing at the anger of the motherfuckers defending the Confederate flag.
- Oh, it's also now the official Blegsylvanian Flag of Dark. Until it's not.
- Dark Ages of America.
- I was going to make a sillyass Star Trek allusion joke re: Dylann Roof = Jordie captured and conditioned by Klingons, Obama = Ambassador Kell, and Ambassdor Kell/Obama, who controls Jordie/Dylann with e-band emissions, orders Jordie/Dylann to kill blacks in a church and, afterward, declare allegiance for the Confederate flag, setting off a week of disgustingly orgasmic national spasms of debate giving Ambassador Kell/Obama the distraction he needs to enact and economic treaty that helps ensure the Triskelions plans for massive profits for the Triskelions and catfood for you, but fuck that: Obama will never be held to account like Ambassador Kell was.
- Joke. I'm as big a conspiratorialist as most, but that was a joke.
- Triskelions: When you’re trying to predict how European elites will operate, assume that they are sociopaths on a good day, psychopaths on any other day. The pain and suffering of those whom they do not personally know is not real to them, and they do not care how bad life is for anyone who doesn’t make their lives, personally, better.
- The delusion of control.
- See the last sentence.
- Faces in the sky.
- The deconstructor in the darkness.
- Harold Jaffe, for those of you who do.
- Conlon Nancarrow, for those of you who do.
- Niedecker, for those of you who do.
- Guess what I was listening to last night.
CLINICAL THERMOMETER SET WITH MOONSTONE
I don’t have any sentiments
would somebodything thirst my quench
about my mediocrity of character? I dance
with the dead divinely
in my dreams
I’m stricken deaf when I mention it my babies
cry they want everything quick! here. un-
as character should be
like the purpurine it needs must be carved in,
Have you heard of the roguess elephant with the
brilliant diamond eyes? She is the puppet
of the dictionary
where is her beautiful orange
When your father dies
he doesn’t let you swoon
into aventurine or spray
of lily (pearls) of the valley
you do not bifurcate
play yourself to your camp heroine
self—play it Lady play
but delete no matter
thank you for breakfast
today we will visit with the ear syringe
be the current density
I love you as a fan loves air. oops it’s I
told you about that
She is a bezel
awaiting the plop of a
ruby she must grow
and I can’t end and I can’t lie
He held him in his own heart then
may I in my eye now me