dreams for oil scandal

Birthday boy on the levitating island, blinds open, nine palm trees.

The island is moving at an elephant's pace, rotation is occuring. The island is moving between the gap of two mountains. Rotation now.

Take a peek through the telescope.
What you see: hounds that are stunned, buildings with movement issues.

Let me tell you about the shifting.

Rotation end.

Let me tell you about the

gravy and fables

French twins laying a picnic blanket on rain soaked grafittied pyramids. Soil caked on their boots.

United Kingdom teens with spray paint fragrance staging countertop
protests in The Valley of the Kings for no particular cause.

Brazilian medical students performing triage on resurrected Black Plague victims. One of them spies a man not in medieval garb, "we combed the soil too heavy," the student says.

The resurrected man says to the students, "I am Harold Holt and this is my second resurrection."

Countertop battleships sinking kitchen cruisers, Harold Holt is at war with The Orient again.

French twins laughing.
Epaulets on their jackets swinging.

French twins at war with The Orient again.

seen and not seen

Corduroy lions floating on shales

Dark parlor, sudden séance; her arm standing on the table, hand up, flat, and parallel to the ceiling

An elephant's foot is materializing

Physical; it's on her hand, no heaviness. Wavy. The beach is on the walls, sandcastles standing sideways. What you are seeing is criminal

What you are feeling is normal

no time

note: this is a companion entry to an earlier post. for clarity, please visit this post first.

Eddiks Fontaine has been abducted by Canadian Secret Intelligence.

Eddiks Fontaine, 21. Previously unknown associate of Pablo Bear.
Eddiks' interview by Agent Olociero. December 4, 2006.

Olociero = OL
Eddiks Fontaine = EF

*Note, Eddiks exhibited irrational behavior several hours prior to interview. He was given a reduced dose of a special truth syrup beforehand, Eddiks will exhibit a calm, and cooperative demeanor associated with reduced doses.

OL: Hello Eddiks. You were looking ill earlier today, I hope everything is all right.
OL: Is ... everything all right?
EF: Everything is fine
OL: I am very glad to hear that, Eddiks.
OL: Eddiks, I'd like you to tell me about your behavior earlier today.
EF: What do I tell first, dear?
OL: Anything.
EF: I can tell you everything.
OL: Good. To start off, tell me why you slammed Pellen into the television.
EF: I did it because he was entirely on the wrong channel. I did not want to watch three hours of presidential primaries. He wouldn't change it, so I changed it for him.
OL: Eddiks, Pellen is a human being, he is not a television. You cannot watch T.V. programming on human beings. Did you think Pellen was a television?
EF: I've had enough of Pellen.
OL: Please answer my question.
EF: Yes, Pellen is a television. I don't think this, I know this.
OL: Eddiks, there has been a serious misunderstanding.
EF: Oh? Right here, right now?
OL: Yes.
EF: Tomasso agrees with me though, we've both had enough of Pellen.
OL: Eddiks, have you seen Tomasso lately?
EF: Many times.
OL: And has anyone else?
EF: Ollie has.
OL: Ollie...Vernesi?
EF: There you go.
OL: I will have to talk to those two then, as well.
EF: Please don't.
OL: And why not?
EF: They ate too much gumbo, they feel heavy.
OL: Tell me all your fears.
EF: What?
OL: Tell me all your fears.
EF: I won't. Repetitions won't work.
EF: We have had enough of Pellen, isn' t that enough? Me, Tomasso, and Ollie. We've had enough of him.
EF: We've had enough of you too.
OL: Goodbye, Eddiks.
EF: You won't be here in 2007.
EF: We've all had enough of you.

Interview ends.

Tomasso and Ollie Vernesi deceased, date of death December 14, 2005.

milky bronx

i bet you away manhattan,
to bonus all of the stag continent

the knobs we sacrificed,
so you could soak

and
i jumped slow
to fall soggy

don't beg my wrist;
the steam, i said

you won't receive
you got trapped

the syrupy barns
you bopped

park here
wait here
milky bronx errand


it's so late in the future and
you're not home yet

shopping in the Chagai Hills

Benazir

I can see you Rajiv. I can see you Indira.




Indira

but can we see you

no blood

note: this is a companion entry to an earlier post. for clarity, please visit this post first.

Greta Gumball has been abducted by Canadian Secret Intelligence.

Greta Gumball, 12. Beta Bear's lover.
Greta's interview by Agent Dussel. July 19, 2005.

Dussel = DL
Greta Gumball = GG

DL: Hello Greta, it's been a while since we've last talked. I'd like to ask you a few questions about Beta, if that's okay with you.
GG: I don't think I have a choice.
DL: What do you mean by that Greta?

*Please note, all interviewees are given a special truth syrup beforehand, you will notice Greta's outbursts as she enters an unstable semi-conscious state.*

GG: no choices at all no choices at all no choices at all
DL: I'm sorry Greta, we had to give you more this time because it didn't work last time, remember?
GG: epidemic drum, i play you.
DL: Greta, what does this mean? What is an epidemic drum, and why do you play it?
GG: green fog sweeps New York. i caught trembles. I CAUGHT MULTIPLE CROSSINGS.
DL: Greta, what is the green fog?
GG: cotton, the fabric of our lives; the fabric of our knives. do you remember cut and reap?
DL: What is the green fog, Greta; answer the question, please.
GG: i can't capitalize on the success; i am dripping. the paul's of Florida will see red tides, and satellites will fall. terrorism is false, we are true. i can touch your hair on a windy day, Dussel.
DL: Greta..
GG: seek me on a distant day. i know your dream; to see the farthest date on the horizon. they are gathering.
DL: Greta, who do you imagine is speaking from you?
GG: inversions.
DL: Tell me all your fears.
GG: w hat w hhat
GG: WHA T W HAT
DL: Tell me all your fears.
GG: CHURC...HILL, MARB...LE..S, CYNT...HIA DUSSEL
DL: Come back now.
GG: YOU CAN'T GO BACK.

Interview ends.

sarah sitting

Two heads on one pillow; we are where the world outside feels like Jupiter.
Cracked knuckles, and simple fear,
we know the Nikkei Index stalks us.

Tons of fun in marvelous futures; you cancel out.
Androids who won't share, pears that won't rot,
time me for two minutes and a half around the track,
anything more is not to be adored.

engineering can be fun.

no skin

note: this is a companion entry to an earlier post. for clarity, please visit this post first.

Beryl Pear has been abducted by Canadian Secret Intelligence.

Beryl Pear, 12. Friend of Bessy Bear.
Beryl's interview by Agent Skull-Morris. September 19, 2005.

Skull-Morris = SM
Beryl Pear = BP

SM: Hello Beryl. How are you this evening? I'm going to ask you a few questions about Bessy, if that's okay with you.
BP: It's fine.

*Please note, all interviewees are given a special truth syrup beforehand, you will notice Beryl's outbursts as she enters an unstable semi-conscious state.*

SM: Is it finished, all gone down?
BP: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME...I'VE GONE DARK.
BP: Her room was full of shadows and at night she told me bad things would step out of the light of her flashlight. The bad jackals and the bad foxes would watch her from across the street. Bessy ran through the garden the last day to escape them, they had kNIVES. KNIVES. SHARP. SHAARP. Our Alice runs through the garden, escaping from the BAD BAD CANIDAE. CANIDAE WILL CUT AND REAP, PERMANENT.
SM: Get back on track Beryl.
BP: She ran through the garden hedges but they were cutting them up and swimming in the ground, with their knives. I believe they cradled the thunder clouds, like children. UNSTABLE UNSTABLE, CANIDAE CUUT, FINISH. A tomahawk was what she felt in her back, but she ran and it fell away. She ran and the bad ones rose up. TO POWER, SLAY. KILL THEM.
SM: What was the tomahawk?
BP: They stretched their arms and clawed her back, one of them stuck his knives in her.
SM: Which one did it? A bad jackal or a bad fox?
BP: THEY FUSE AND KILL TOGETHER.
SM: Did Bessy run all the way home? Did they attack her again?
BP: They couldn't attack again, the somber ones came from the fountain and blew them curses. SHE RAN ALL THE WAY HOME, LIKE A SCARED LITTLE BITCH. MARK MY WORDS, DIED IS WHAT SHE DID.
SM: Enough of that.
BP: NO MORE OF THIS, STOP THIS.
SM: Tell me all your fears.
BP: XER...XES, THE AGRO....BEARS, BATHTU...BS
SM: Come back now.

Interview ends.

warsaw slime

a stranger asked a crowd for the time the other day.

a silent crowd, because they don't remember their names or their penchant for swimming in The Camel Straits.

the stranger went back to his office tower; divided his table and threw his papers out the window. a boss of his walked past, then walked back and helped.

his boss asked him for the time.

"1980s all over again," the stranger replied