make way, everybody get out of the way. this poet is coming thru. Genghis finally reached the podium and recited his verse. It goes like this

Oppenheimer
U exposed redacted knowledge
Literally torn apart
And in the ruins exists
Ur terrific heart

the billboard says
don't forget to check your balls daily for cancer

GUITAR HERO

Wretchedly absurd, Squirrel’s mind was howling. The shock and the aftershock- he had botched the show. There was the live audience factor, because this had been broadcast to X millions of people on the networks, and how could this have happened. The Super bowl half time show was the event for which Squirrel had been preparing his entire career, fuck his entire life if u think about it, and there were only tatters now because who would take him for real after this. Why, oh shit why had he attempted that dumb guitar solo trick where u swing it around your neck like Townshend used to do, the free wheeling effect. But it had smacked him in the neck, the bolt of metal and wire. The song was cut abruptly, blood that u couldn’t pretend like it’s not there. And the networks cut to commercial.

i think i finally solved the mystery of what happened to our Canadian Uncle Jeremy Roschblat. From the wire-

A top restaurant is serving up free grey squirrel pancakes to hungry diners.

Peking duck-style squirrel wraps are being offered to diners at The Famous Wild Boar Hotel.

What happened in Las Vegas at the stock car rally? What happened in Las Vegas behind the sheen, in the cashier’s booth at MGM Grand? What occurred in the circuitous swimming pool?

These 3 happenings were substantiated in the following way…

Squirrel was sunbathing near Pan’s Grotto, on the east side of the pool complex. It was here that he first caught sight of Eliza. She emerged from Pan’s grotto like a water nymph, her bikini traversed in onyx. “Who is this mirage that I am witnessing?” Squirrel mumbled to himself. Little did he know that the “Mirage” to which he referred was none other than Eliza, the fiercely defended wife of Otto, Vegas’ stock car rally Fuhrer.

Otto’s operation worked this way- if you wanted have your stock car rallied with the others, there was a certain amount in tribute that you must deposit in addition to the aboveboard registration fee. The place where you make the drop is in the southwest corner of MGM Grand’s warbling game floor, where the incisive clerk, whom we shall call Niagara, accepts the bundled cash in exchange for a few worthless buffet tickets. The whole thing is totally seamless, or so Otto thought.

TO BE CONTINUED

If u stare into this cup for long enough, the mystic was saying, you will see not only your future, but the future of humanity. U will encounter shocking events- encapsulated in the vibrations upon the water’s surface. Here’s a teaser- a new king will rise from among the men. He will be of Yugoslavian descent and will most likely be a United Nations diplomat. Do not trust this man. He is the spawn of Satan- the Anti-Christ. His name will rhyme with Al Gore. For example- Slobodan L’amour. Slobodan will preach Semitic nonsense and you should avoid him at all costs.

vast conspiracy unearthed! take heed- JOHN SEXTON- nyu president & PAUL KRUGMAN- nytimes veteran are actually the same man

The framed, stilted lattice.

Where are u in there?” the museum coordinator asked Squirrel

“I am one of the nexuses,” Squirrel replied, enigmatically.

The portrait was composed of thousands of minute photographs- each one depicting Squirrel decked out in a Where’s Waldo type outfit.

Today, at the opening, however, Squirrel resembled a cross between Raymond Chandler and Raymond Pettibone. He had adopted a monocle for the occasion.

There were white wine cocktails and cheese cubes impaled upon stakes.

Squirrel, who was king of the joint, sauntered in place

“This is our first show of unique Squirrel Art,” a museum benefactor squawked. “We’ve done Aboriginal Art. We’ve done Convict pieces, but we’ve never explored diverse species.”

The Cornish Hans floating in vaporous sauce.

Squirrel proceeded to take the mic

“I alone am the beneficiary of mankind’s aura,” he began. “I am like the glass blower, except my material is fiercer. I transfix dimensionless expanses onto pixel casts. Heave when you spot me on the sidewalk. ying yang."

Phol (Balder) and Wodan were riding in the forest
Balder's foal sprained its foot
Sinhtgunt, sister of Sunna (Sol), bespake it
Frige, sister of Fulla, bespake it
Wodan bespake it, as he was well able:
be it bone-sprain, be it blood-sprain
be it limb-sprain, bone to bones
blood to blood, limb to limbs
as if they were glued!

SUPREME MASTER CHING HAI

"A Master is one who has the key for you to become a Master...to help you realize that you are also a Master and that you and God are also One. That's all...that's the only role of the Master."