“And I looked, and beheld the sphere,
<R>
(Pocket pickers sent among audience)
(special section for phys rule breaking a stringa brains)

<R>
Seek not the barkers of the Whirr, for verily they are as unto the
ashtray, and verily, they
are the ashtray that squirts and bubbles in the soren of the squid. I
cannot tell you the
number of the squid, and last night I ate an old lady’s tits. Why, you
may ask. Hundred
and five I say. A hundred and six. Nay, nay. A hundred and seven. She
had a hundred and
seven breasts just waiting to be formed beneath the Nippled, dewlap, and
I but suck’ed
them forth to be.
<R>
For can your butt be proud, and walk tall, when your pocked is picked in
the front of your
crotch? If your wallet is stolen from a body cavity, can you still be
saved?
<R>
To which I say in the name of the Pung, in the name of the Red Rung, a
hundred and
seven times yes. A hundred and eight. Hello and yellow, fellow and
brellow, if your
name were stolen from a body cavity, you could still be saved. IT TAKES
MORE THAN
SOME FLATULENT CROSS BETWEEN AN ENRAGED OCTOPUS ON
AMPHETAMINES AND A HALF DROWNED BUG/EATER OF FACES TO STAND
IN THE WAY OF THE TWEENERS BOY

<R>
“Fear not the PUNG, as it reaches in thy ear to trampoline and rubber
SPRUNG your
mind and will. Seek not the avenues of the Grid. Walk the diagonal path,
tho Storm and
the Hurricane beset thee at first, they are but illusions
<R>
Contemplate the kitten. Think hard on what gifts it may bring.
<R>
Later the palace quail did not stop runing running in streams, in
straight lines a giant web
off each surface of the room til they found an edge and spiraled off
into infinity. He had to
eat a whole cordless drill to catch his breath. Even the legendary
glance into the quail’s
eye produced only his soft and quavering sort of wet apprehension
reflected back at him.
Has a quail shishkebab tied to a duck shishkebab a human face? Can it
walk about on
human legs tho the air be cut with crushed glass and cyanide? If I
pulled the flesh from my
face back with my fingernails, would a hummingbird flutter forth from
the empty
eyesockets of my imagination? Tenderly he began to pull the flesh from
his face.
<R>
The skin and muscle separate so easily from the bone, he thought, as his
face drooped
upon his chin like a slipped Richard Nixon mask. I wonder if I will be
able to talk when my
mouth is gone? Can a grinning chattering skull still sing opera? Is my
acting career ruined?
He put his nose carefully on the glass table and looked at it with a
telescope. We are now
passing by Andromeda. Nick nock. The nose did a little dance and bowed
to him. How
proper. He put his two hands together in the Indian prayer salute Tat
Tvam Asi and
bowed low from the waist, yes, out of courtesy, but also swift and
deadly like a hatchet.
His nose, given new life and talking to the Void People all by itself
now, intersected with
the concavity where it had been in a reverse direction. As its tiny legs
kicked and scrabbled
in his mouth he thought: How strange the world has become. A moment ago
I breath’d
the air, now the air breathes me. He floated across the room on his back
and passed into
the infinity of his windowpane.
<R>
In his house there was a picture of a woman in a wheat field, crows in a
weatfield, the
meadow shambles, the earth burps, the picture shetters, the fingers of
the earth cross, it’s
time for lies broken promises wishess smm smmm and hmmm hmmm. I wish I
wish to pee
my plee, my please o swish o lala lee. If you cross all your fingers you
become a crab.
Walking sideways o switch chitch. My grandmothers face exploded all over
the barn when
she did that. They still find bits of brains in the seaweed where the
lake meets the
shedshore. What’s that? O stringa brain o lala o lalago. The world was
old and spun and
spun. My grandmother’s teeth jumped out of the water like sharks as her
lower arm and
her graceful hair swung in arcs and

the only way she ever got anywhere near the horizon was to lie on the
ground with her
eyes upside down watching bugs humble around the sun. BZZZZZZZ
<R>
Extreme heat can bring you to Leelee, and extreme cold. If you run naked
down the street
screaming cutting yourself throwing angels everywhere you WILL TURN
INVISIBLE.
<R>
The:
<R>
1) “he is ugly”
<R>
2) “i find him ugly”
<R>
3) “he will turn ugly when I flash my eyes at him.”
<R>
4) “a web of angel-bugs drools from his nose. They are ugly”
<R>
5) “the strings that drool from the noses of the angel-bugs all connect
to one another”
<R>
6) “if i spin the collective fast enough light will be produced”
<R>
7) “the light will burn the eyes of my enemies”
<R>
8) “my enemies also are ugly” {proceed to (1) in corollary}
<R>
9) “a nose is a virus” AMEN!
<R>
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