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fig.32.098) on becoming this chicken "I think we'd like it to be happier, to turn around and see it settle in. We've had enough of our news made for us today," the Senators sing along. "So let's winnow off into smaller and smaller groups, let's talk about things that break quietly. Let's talk about making ourselves known to one another before we leave here, then we'll talk about sweet rolls and coffee and all of the services they have yet to lend." The drama, is cold under the stark lights I've stepped into. "Nope, there's nothing in the easy seats I can see tonight!" "Numerology is like food for the poor, it's just another language of consumption but it only tags those who are in need." Here where the Kringle stays, this is our own tongue. "Now you can say anything you like, we're not done in here. Because the same old numerology informs and shapes us too. It's like wet that we've ...

fig.209) figure of eight at Mornings side Bribed curiously, there's a lotus shaped loaf about the size of a cleric's rough sack.  Having, or being suborned, am I, afraid or am I.  But I am and my loaf is here beside me.  Oh no no no... I've seen no empty tables where losers queue. There are no more groceries, my every comfort is lost and food is a cost.  But this door works at night and there's one way left for it to go.  In the hallway, on the Ohio bed trip with Virginia and Boston Mary too...  "GoodLook'n, 12x12, Cakewalk, Midnight Rants, FGA, Spaces.org, Dialogue, New Art Examiner, Chicago Artist Coalition there are so many, this isn't the end." "That's why!" "You know the ghosts don't see mirrors and it doesn't matter if they're perpendicular to the lines, they're mirrors and they're already invisible." These are things to think twice about. Things like roses, on the outside of the wall. The ghos...

fig.35.45) lurch like a crime, student Now when I hold a winners hand, spitting on their shoes isn't necessary. We trade barbs instead. When I feel there's a need for trout, I put some fish up on the table instead. Twenty-two fifty three and a nine, it's falling down around my ankles time. Damn, it's cold and alone out here in the dark. There's dirt in these flowers by this hole in the park. Too smooth am I, for you old danger man! Too smooth am I. Bam, that's the way it stands! Way to underscore truth, its what they'd say if they still could. I went to this party at Donny's. There were a few of us together that night. Myko was back in Austin that night. She'd gone to visit hairdressers there and decided to leave her car in front of their place. I walked over from my side of Western, Montana was there already. He and Dallas were talking about TV Nation and the school's newspaper. It was hot out and I was hot from walking. Sweating, I joine...

fig.89.90) balladry of ham and the foot A field that can be projected to a sufficient depth is a field that's capable of conveying the complexity of all of the information that's less than or equal to the sum of the relationships which define the matrix of said field.... This is, will be for instance Betty, Veronica and mean old Thor. It's also inevitable that Speed Racer will be there too, so let him in damnit. So it goes, leaves now the older keep, door as tight as it needs be. Least of all there's the long walk home, with bald trees and barns all along the way. The houses at the edge of the field are threatened with our passing, the end of us is for sure the end of them as well. Other than this, we'll keep falling apart. We're crying small in the broken snow of March. The angel of our need is a stray, it walks beside the wood winds with their dancing ways but she is compelled by the rut of the road and sleeps with us at night in the ditch. Sitting acr...

na.) On a tide of colloquial meanderings, like spreadfish and jelly  The Parking Guard, the guy that writes those long tickets out by hand, I like that fancy chalk stick and the buzzle-bee taser gun he has. I wonder what he does to make genius happen at night. All alone in his garret, does he smoke the Gauloises while describing the spread of communism like it were an avoidable metaphor for passenger side delivery systems or diagonal parking? Does he quote Dickens to the delivery boys or freshen his tea with brandy while counting out tithes to the man. I wonder, is his watch analog or digital? Or is the genius really a metaphor for his process, the grim mathematical reality that has evolved from his days in the trenches, making those hard calls that are necessary for the protection of a culture that's divided by itself? Maybe he recognizes the despair in the deep and gentle eye's of those that he's chosen to shepard. His calling could be from the hair salon but here h...

fig.083some) cedar for the win  Just Two Words, Yes! Drag Queens, Hosted Sitting, Dressed Loudly, Seated Distant, Two Chairs, No Curtain, Repeat Often Connie Con - Blue Rat, Cable Mansion, Old Hole April May - Table Lanyard, Gone Line, Bile Firm, Train Bile, Angel Purse, Amity Slip, Swivel Toe, Gone Puice Connie Con - Rabbit Pitch, Bunny Tube, Magnet Knob, Tune Dash, Slip Loaf, Fly Pants April May - Bile Firm, Train Bile, Angel Purse, Blue Rat, Cable Mansion, Old Hole, Bunny Tape Connie Con - Onion Swift April May - Beer Porpoise, Turn Naked, Burn Hoarse, Clive Dunce, Yakkety Dance, Apple Cunt, Onion Swift, Mole Lip Connie Con - Stripped Mix, Slip Hole, Noun Noun April May - Uppity Bear, Oval Offer, Clown Sperm Connie Con - Mole Lip, Wood Lip April May - Gate Pop, Magnet Knob, Pencil Cause Connie Con - The End

fig.45.22) Myster, his name is held to the page by a great weight The writer arrived in September,1846, having “decided to take (her) chances for life and fortune here.” South of Fort Dearborn, located at the river and what is today Michigan Avenue, everything was “an everlasting stretch of prairie and little sand-hills along the lake-shore. At the corner of Clark and Washington Streets stood the Methodist and Second Presbyterian Churches. Everything east of Clark Street and south of Madison Street was “open prairie [and] … large numbers of family cows.” A “country tavern,” the Southern Hotel, stood at the corner of State Street and Twelfth Street, near “Widow Clark’s fine residence … near Eighteenth street, near Michigan avenue.” Five bucks a week was the rate for “good board, furnished room, fuel, and lights, for gentleman and wife.” The monthly rent for a “good office” was four dollars. The rent of a “nice house, modern appointments” was $125.00 to $175.00 a year, paid in qu...

fig.567.87) Outside the snack shack at midday. Baby sits like a song, he's singing from the back seat now. Tiny hands sitting in their lap. There's a short bucket of pee by the lottery machine when we pull in just before the sunset. The red shack sits beside the bay bridge near the high water mark. Liked by, even though here we are to be, liked by this sausage and it's many companions too. Worn and neat below the wind of the shore. Shells on the warm dry sand. Shells in the sun waiting to be worn like pearls. Inside it smells like gasoline and peanut butter. It smells like mayonnaise and sex down here. I'm a part-time bear with a full-time needs and a real axe to grind. I'm just sitting here on the ice waiting for the weather to turn around again. I have this sack full of peanuts and some dried out fish to help move things around. I have a couple of steel cans full of cold beer. The car that I was driving has run out gas, that's how I got into this mess. ...

fig.32.34) Cheers again, ahoy! You should know that you're not just some big set of shoulders, not to us. No, you're not like any other hog butcher for the world either. To us, you are a totality, a summation and the place that's best for us to grow from. You might look like you're a wild haired person without any pants, a kinky leptor with a huge spooning guitar. But hey Chicago, we're really into you every year, year after year! You've never let us down and we want you to know that we've got your back. We're here for you through thick and thin because it's you that floats our boat. You're the tick to our tock and we're fond of seeing ourselves as the mouse that's on your clock. You're a wonder to behold, like a Miesian box, a calendar that's empty or an orange sitting alone in a bowl. You're crucial, you're still something but you're also growing a little old. There's more wilt inside of the vase that's ...