meanwhile back in texas-beautiful texas-Freud paces back & forth-struggling with his boot & trying to finish his Vermouth-"fraid you got the wrong idea Mr. Clap-if i was you, i'd give in & go chop those trees down for my mother-after all, there's a little mother in all of us" "yes but i mean why do you think i do it? why do you think i intentionally set fire to my bed every time she asks me to cut down those trees? why?" "yes-well-Mr. Clap-perhaps it is the womb calling-you know-perhaps when you were a little boy, you heard a tree falling & the sound of it went WOOOOM & now as you are older-every time you hear that sound-in one form or another of course-you just want to-oh shall we say-light it up?" "yes that seems logical-thank you very much-i feel to go chop those trees down now" "ah but remember son-a tree falling in the forest without any sound has nobody to hear it!" "yes well-i shall be there then-i shall not burn my bed anymore" "good-let me know of your progress & if anything drastic comes up-here-take these pills-by the way, you should call your mother 'Stella' just to show her that you mean business-oh & while you're at it, could you chop me some firewood please?" "yes-all right-thank you very much again-excuse me sir-are you having some trouble with your boot?" "no-no-my leg's just getting a little hairier-that's all" - - . get back to this beautiful texas & dont swap that cow-Corpus Christi aflame-common thieves-maggots & millionaires trading sons & dollars & rolling back chumps-the black gypsy lady & Buddy Holly himself into the tanks & voids held up to Scrawny Horizon by Lee Marvin & the forty thieves BRILLIANT & Sancho Panza Remembered like in an Arabic moonbook & Malcolm X Forgotten like a caught fish & wonder-ah wonder just what-just what That means ...Lovetown so pathetic & the grown men crying-the winds are anchored here & you do not disturb these tears nor rivers-you do not take baths in the abandoned bathtubs but rather mix electric herbs & be watchdog to the Great White Mountain ... Funky Phaedra-in the center of a No Disturb sign & Black Ace singing-she tries to outstare a bowl of money she-as they say-has one foot in the grave-the apprentice clown, Tomboy, at her feet-he's known professionally as Rabbit Rough & plays a homemade steel guitar-when loaded, he really bites into it-Weep the Greed is watching the happening from a caved-in mare & he lights a cigarette with one of his stolen wanted posters ..."love is magic" says Phaedra-Funky Phaedra-Rabbit dont say nothing Weep the Greed says "go to it gal!" "love is wonderful" says Phaedra "get 'in, strange'r!" says Weep the Greed Phaedra takes off her stetson-five bunnies & a nickel shot full of holes jump out "which way's laos?" says one of the bunnies "some trick!" says Weep the Greed-"love is that gliding feeling" "yipee! & i'll be a coonbong!" says Wee the Greed "love is gentleness-softness-creaminess" say Phaedra-who is now having a pillow fight-her weapon a mattress-she stands on a deserted marshmallow-her foe some Unitarian who's fallen off one a them high sierras lived to tell about it-he holds a fascist pint of yogurt "love is riding a striped mare across the orgy plains on barbarian sunday" screams Rabbit Rough, the apprentice clown this is the first thing he's said all day & now he hesitates Phaedra-meanwhile-is getting beaten in the fight-"sure it is" says Weep the Greed "& then your mare ends up like this one-then you put your arm in a sling-your feet in vault & then you get a job working for a camel-right?' Phaedra-totally wiped out from the fight-she come crawling back-seizes Rabbit-pulls his shirt off-twists hi arm behind his back & throws him into the windmill Weep the Greed gets busted by the Padres & all the wanted posters fly over the united states-the mare gets confiscate & held without bail ...Mr. Clap-meantime-makes an other visit to Freud "only rich people can afford you" h says "only rich people can afford all art-isn't that the way it is?" "isn't that the way it always has been?" says Freud "ah yes" says Mr. Clap with a sigh-"by the way-how' the mother?" "oh she's ok-you know her name's- Art-sh makes a lot of money" "oh?" "yes-I've told her all about you-you must come to the house some time" "yes" say Freud with a martha raye type grin "yes-perhaps i will'...Phaedra pounding her knuckles into a piece of water -scratching her snake bites-a getaway car goes by consisting of: three lying hunters off the Brazos River-two window-peeking mothers each holding some decayed pictures of lili st. cyr-a side order of bacon-some underprivileged bonus babies shot full of dexedrine-a painter with a plate on his face-one barbell-Dracula smoking a cigarette & eating an angel-the ghost of cheetah, madame nhu & bridey murphy all wrapped in toothpastes box of magic wands & one innocent bystander ...needless to say there is no more room in the car-Phaedra scowls & she bellows "love is going PLUMB INSANE" & wine bottle breaking-texas exploding & dinner by the sea-ship commanders with perfect features-they're seen-they're seen by truck drivers-the truck drivers complain of hijacking & see these ship commanders riding stallions into the howling Gulf of Mexico & here comes Phaedra "love is going plumb insane" ...she is walking by Mr. Clap-who is smiling he wears his cap inside out-he's eating good fruit-HE'LL be all right-Mr. Clap-he'll be all right

dear buzz: i want the bibles marked up thirty percent to justify the markup, i want free hairbrushes given away with each bible-also, the chocolate jesuses should not be sold in the south... one more thing, concerning the end of the world game-perhaps if you had some germ warfare for it you could sell it for twice as much-things kinda stormy round here-office in turmoil secretary wiped out recently-guess what happened to the pictures of the pres? yeah well some joker drew a earring on him in the original print & somehow it slipped by the production staff needless to say, we couldn't get rid of any of them around here that's for sure, so we had to ship them all to puerto rico-thing worked out ok tho-distributors down there said they went like hot cakes ... almost as fast as the red white & blue hamburger sets-oh-i meant to tell you, i think if you made the "I voted for the winner" buttons triangle shaped, they might go a little faster ... by the way, i did tell you to send the "I'm a beatles eater" handkerchiefs to the dominican republic & Not to england-fraid you made a little mistake there, buzzy boy! like i said, office in turmoil-got a new kid but he fell in the water cooler right away ... he's suing us for teeth damage-lotza problems see you in the cafeteria bosom buddy, syd dangerous Subterranean Homesick Blues & the Blond Waltz

let me say this about Justine-she was 5 ft.2 & had Hungarian eyes-her belief was that if she could make it with Bo Diddley-she could get herself straight-now Ruthy she was different-she always wanted to see a cock fight & went to Mexico City when she was 17 & a runaway castoff-she met Zonk when she was 18-Zonk came from her home town-at least that's what he said when he met her when they busted up, he said he never heard of the place but that's beside the point-anyway these three-they make up the Realm Crew ...i met them exactly at their table & they took 2 years of sanction from me but 1 never talk much about it myself-Justine was always trying to prove she existed as if she really needed proof-Ruthy-she was always trying to prove that Bo Diddley existed & Zonk he was trying to prove that he existed just for Ruthy but later on said that he was just trying to prove he existed to himself-me? i started wondering about whether anybody existed but i never pushed it too much-especially when Zonk was around-Zonk hated himself & when he got too high he thought everybody was a mirror

one day i discovered that my secrets were puny-i tried t build them up but Justine said "this is the Twentieth Century baby-i mean you know-like they dont do that any more-why dont you go walk on the street-that'll bull up your secrets-it's no use to spend all these hours a da doing it in a room-you're losing living-i mean like if you wanna be some kinda charles atlas, go right ahead ... but you better head off for muscle beach-i mean you just might as well snatch Jayne mansfield-become king of you kind & start some kind of secret gymnasium" ...after being ridiculed to such a degree-i decided to leave in secrets alone & Justine-Justine was right-my secrets go bigger-in fact they grew so big that they outweighed in body ...i hitchhiked a lot in those days & you had to be ready-you never knew what kind of people you were gonna meet on the road

i sang in a forest one day & someone said it was three O'clock-that nite when i read the newspaper, i saw that tenement had been set aflame & that three firemen & nine teen people had lost their lives-the fire was at three o'clock too ...that nite in a dream i was singing again-i way singing the same song in the same forest & at the sam time-in the dream there was also a tenement blazing there was no fog & the dream was clear-it was not worth analyzing as nothing is worth analyzing-you learn from conglomeration of the incredible past-whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever-controlling at once the present tense of the problem-more or less like a roy rogers & trigger relationship of which under present western standards is an impossibility-me singing-i moved from the forest-frozen in a moment & picked up & moved above land-the tenement blazing too at the same moment being picked up & moved towards me-i, still singing & this building still burning ...needless to say-i & the building met & as instantly as it stopped, the motion started again-me, singing & the building burning-there i was-in all truth singing in front of a raging fire-i was unable to do anything about this fire-you see-not because i was lazy or loved to watch good fires-but rather because both myself & the fire were in the same Time all right but we were not in the same Space-the only thing we had in common was that we existed in the same moment ...i could not feel any guilt about just standing there singing for as i said i was picked up & moved there not by my own free will but rather by some unbelievable force-i told Justine about this dream & she said "that's right-lot of people would feel guilty & close their eyes to such a happening-these are people that interrupt & interfere in other people's lives only God can be everywhere at the same Time & Space you are human-sad & silly as it might seem" ...i got very drunk that afternoon & a mysterious confusion entered into my body-"when i hear of the bombinos, 1 see red & mad hatred" said Zonk-"when i hear of the bombings, i

see the head of a dead nun" said i-Zonk said "what?" ...i have never taken my singing-let alone my other habits very seriously-ever since then-i have just accepted it exactly as i would any other crime

the soldier with the long beard says go ask questions my son but the shaggy orphan says that it's all a hype-the bearded soldier says what's a hype? & the shaggy orphan says what's a son? the taste of bread is common yet who can & who cares to tell someone else what it tastes like it tastes like bread that's what it tastes like... to find out why Bertha shouldn't push the man off the flying trapeze you dont find out by thinking about it-you find out by being Bertha-that's how you find out

let me say this about Justine-Ruthy & Zonk-none of them understood each other at all-justine-she went off to join a rock n roll band & Ruthy-she decided to fight cocks professionally & when last heard from, Zonk was working in the garment district... they all lived happily ever after

where i live now, the only thing that keeps the area going is tradition-as you can figure out-it doesn't count very much-everything around me rots... i dont know how long it has been this way, but if it keeps up, soon

i will be an old man-& i am only I 5-the only job around here is mining-but jesus, who wants to be a miner ... i refuse to be part of such a shallow death-everybody talks about the middle ages as if it was actually in the middle ages i'll do anything to leave here-my mind is running down the river-i'd sell my soul to the elephant-i'd cheat the sphinx i'd lie to the conqueror.. . tho you might not take this the right way, i would even sign a chain with the devil ... please dont send me anymore grandfather clocks-no more books or care packages ... if you're going to send me something, send me a key-i shall find the door to where it fits, if it takes me the rest of my life your friend, FriendFurious Simon's Nasty Humor