subsonic sounds are emanating. this reminds me of a drawn out version of the noise somebody's stomach makes when they are too hungry for words. but slooooooooooow. hey man did you wake up in the ship's electric room with no idea how you got there? squirrel smoked too much weed and wandered up the galley way of the Queen Mary 3. No one noticed him sneak on board because of his size. Now they are somewhere in the mid-Atlantic on route to Morocco and he rises from his costly cinder induced slumber, eyes aghast like 2 Martian landscapes. fuck. look out the porthole dude. there is only deepness. look up at the sky dude. there is only deepness.can you get a job as a short order cook on board in an effort to legitimize yourself? head up stairs and present yourself to the captain like a shamed child. or maybe work nights as a prostitute for the first class fatties? you decide but it's 3 weeks before we reach the Berber coast and in the mean time you can't live off machine grease now can you?

whatever happened to A.J (the blind seer)

from this shimmery vantage point on top of bunker hill, i can see deep into the Boston Common where 10,000 squirrels lay enveloped in one another's coats, a vast orgy of legs and fur. I christen this spot Mt. Whoredom after my late Godmother.

the above passage is from the novel I've been reading about the role of rodents in the Revolutionary war. the retreat was great and i feel very refreshed. 10 days of meditation and brown rice.

the house that roof built

she was wearing espadrilles. he was wearing moccasins. their cultures would never let them be together. surveying from the mountain top, it was clear that the land of milk and honey was a mis-translation; the correct pronunciation would have been blood swamp- fecund jungle. it was here at the garbled gates that the sons of Israel built golden squirrels for worship. it was here that the fabled beast came alive and spewed all over the front lawn

yucca leaf cocktail sauce- 3 unpeeled shrimp- dice & mash together until firm- add 4 quarts cellophane & let rise until gigantic (great with ambrosia also goes well with avocado

"My spirit or soul did not like the way I was being seen and that is why I was sent to jail."

tonight at the salt lick- 100% venison shanks marinated in Punjab sauce, crispy with all the fixings (burdock, parsnip) like your grandma used to make 'em. no invisible numbers here folks.

today i received this e-mail
-- God has heard your requests, however due to the high volume of spiritual submissions he may not be able to get to you as soon as you would like. we are doing our best to process in a timely fashion. please be patient.

4-live couplets

1- Alexander Hamilton is buried on Wall st. in the husky shadow of Equinox Fitness Club, whose columns are robust and lauded
2- Sesame was run down by a livid cabby on Rector st, right next to the cleaners. Feral dogs materialize from the exhaust vents.
3- on Fulton & Broadway there is a memorial plaque embedded in the sidewalk commemorating the Mets 1969 World Series domination against the Cardinals. 2 blocks up is a plaque for the fated 1986 show down.
4- there is a hole in the sky thru which u cannot be validated