22.7.17



Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D

              Nine Inch Nails pronounced it YEAR ZERO REMIXED   one can suppose that everyone else would follow in kind 
    but he read DeLillos Zero K and knew there was nothing to R3M1X  at least not in the Y34RZ3R0R   

theres a high desert plateau  an anthill  its underground sculpted and refined  an existent catacomb  ossuary
a reliquary for the TRUE believers  THEY said they were called organ pods he countered canopic jars  THEY had nothing on the ancient Egyptians except maybe THEIR priests and priestesses didnt bugger the Dead play those happy drunken rite-of-passage games of necrophilia(or when those with weak stomachs were tweaked they called it thanatophilia  and those who preferred swallowing the latter to the former ridiculously taking blatant offense to the proper name of their violationtheir misdemeanor felony fellatio sodomy or plain old Churchy sin)




theres little comforthe imagined to anyone who intends to give over their corpse  chooses it be committed to a grave 

Browne bitched . . to be gnawed out of our graves, to have our sculs made drinking bowls and our bones turned into pipes

he could furthur argue . . a cage for birds madeup of our ribs closedup with slender woven grasses  our pelvises made into fantastic candelabras dripping tallow candles  fat spattered on the tiled floor beneath like the crap of roosted birds


he didnt sweat a grave

his body will be in one of two places

surprised by death hell be reduced to chunky ash

he didnt want the steel roller or blade process which renders his bone to cremains

it reminded him of the Maytag wringer washer that ate his cousins arm up to his elbow  his face as pastywhite as the bleached sheet they fed into it  a fresh bleached sheet caught and wrangled him and burst a vein bespattering them with hot blood droplets  freckling their faces  it exercised the futility of pulling in a tug-of-war they couldnt win
he balled his fistup so it only ate some skin  abrading it

his mother yanked its black rubberized electric cord out of the outlet in the wall



hed either be surprised by death
                         or hungup in the pines in pieces he assumed at the foot of Lost Horse Pass  feeding morsels and gobs to birds bugs and carrion eaters

to everyone their own

he refused to become tepid unremarkable sludge at the bottom of a casket entombed inside a manufactured concrete vault

he refused to be entombed 
                   living and working indoors more than he ever wanted is entombed enough





eventually the Bitterroot pines relinquished all of his bones to the earth at their feet


eventually some curious soul came upon them and deliberately reconstructed his broken and mauled skeleton 

among his bones they found an odd one

they proved it was his

they had it analysed

it was peculiar from the rest of his bones

it was worked to a polish  hardened  honeygold  shiny  superior to his other bones(they found his fitted prostheses too)

the odd thin bone was scarcely a halfinch long

it was shaped like an archaic buffalo

it was proved to be made of his left humeral knob 

it was the only bit of his left humeral head found

his right humerus was intact  and if wanted it could be wield as a cudgel

however  there was an imprecision to it

a difference from all his other bones

the buffalo shaped bone apparently existed outside of his body decades prior to his death



eventually dental records IDd him 

his medical records confirmed he underwent a hemiarthroplasty  the end of his left humeral head was cut away to allow for the deployment of a titanium ball that fitted perfectly into his socket

the cut away knob was sliced into pieces to determine if osteonecrosis bone death exacerbated the hemiarthroplasty

records say it was not bone death

records say the remains were cremated 
                
              
1548 and 1659,  Friday,  21  7. 17
1318,  Saturday,  22  7. 17
Bárbara Carvalho   Roads (Portishead cover)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKmrA_UZ8do



I just gotta say 

           the president  as he calls himself  is exhibiting what a profound cunt he is

when someone belches unexpectedly they ask courteously Please excuse me

then someone else can either says Youre excused or Youre pardoned

this belcherthis cunt wants to belch and pardon himself

1157,  Saturday,  22  7. 17 

21.7.17






from the prologue of Patrick Rothfusss The Name of the Wind near the bottom of the page
He moved with the subtle certainty that comes from knowing many things

any sentence that made him pausegot him thinking  was a good sentence

he played with it

He moved with the subtle certainty

                the confidence  that comes

                            that is earned  from knowing many things

                                        from keeping his eyes open his fist ready STRIKE

                                        from keeping his eyes open his hands at the ready


he moved with the assured confidence STRIKE

he moved with a confidence that was STRIKE

he moved with a confidence earned by keeping his eyes open ADD head on a swivel

he moved with a confidence earned by keeping his eyes open head on a swivelhis hands at the ready


his sentence had more words but he liked the thought of the protagonist being a man of action rather than  he couldnt say for sure  it was a single page prologue  rather than a mystic or sorcerer   




if they thought they could jump him he took an ear to commemorate their mistaken belligerence

it was a substantial town and unfortunately it seemed filled with substantial idiots who talkedup inflated their prowess and bravado to the extent they were forced to putup or shaddup
and not to mention
              no  not to mention   he was a terminal provocateur who excelled at playing his part in the drauma
(he coined the wordbinding drama and trauma) as naturally as a fish takes to water

he saw to it that he dispensed Lessons

slowly he formed a covey of poor Learners who wouldnt listen to reason who unfortunately had to Learn for themselves in itself not a disreputable trait  
not by any means 
             no  not by any means disreputable  only in their brayingtheir pompous assness

then afterwards
              clutching a rag he tossed them to the side of their heads he cut their ear from  he stood over them and into their good ear he told them to be grateful he wasnt fond of the saying Cat got your tongue  his father gave him that when as a boy he stutteredstammered was unable to get his thoughts out and was wild at his fathers taunting

Itd be a far uglier disposition eh  to have to scurry forward through life without a tongue  Unhappy lovers  Cant speak  Frustrated by being unable to fully express and explain yourself  Scribbling instead with a pencil on a piece of paper

This could have been worse
  
                    This could have been worse for you                                                      
Consider yourself fortunate due to my inclinations



he rathered a man of action  to a mystic or sorcerer

1717,  Thursday,  20  7. 17
1234,  Friday,  21  7. 17