[ All this, Fiction, for your entertainment, ] if you haven’t noticed [by now], i’m bored with this …^† until then i disregard your pain, for mine, selfish ass i beesnesthead, concern myself more ’bout ma own these days, sukka! but don’t feel bad. i have someone to blame … blamin’ be sa easy, yo– and till the last bit-o-breath floweth ‘tween ma nose-holes dere, dirt-nappin-like, dat bitch …!

Pardon moi, did i offend you? Didn’t mean to. I’m just teeter’in, dat’s all. teeterin’ lika chair ’bouta fall right over, ya know? Problay needsa be locked up, i’d say. for chrissake, dey know it– but somehow– i’s breathe me some free air ‘nutha day. in yo face, Man! uh-huh, take dat, Johnny Law, and your half-ass’d pshychiatrist-sidekick dey sends witcha, goddam Community College … kinda-guy, seemed like. what do i know. i know one thing. i know how i scum

^† ’cause Lord knows I’s crazy as a shithouse rat– what, wit all dem wildass drugs i dun smoked, popped, snorted, inserted, disolved, and evacuated out magoddamn colon all dem yeerz ago. holy crap! but at leas i’s knows betta dees days. deez days, my docta write its on him paddy pad thingy, all this whack scribbly writin’, and goddam if they dont give me all dis shit when i rap at one of dem dumbass pharma-chicks be workin’ all deez pill joints, dig? i mean– awwfuckit– aint even woth much more mention, but you know. you know who i mean, dontcha? yeah, you know how dey scum. what’s worser even, dey think dey even know some’n. dumbass pharma-chicks, i tell you what. but, once i get da simplist info-ma-shun tru dat head-there, dey usualee come ’round, and i’s gets ma shit aint too much truble i spose. huh?

I am surprised by my own excitement to muster a proper salutation, as I wonder how I might most readily turn your imagination toward my immediate, yet developing fascination with what I perceive of [it]. I recognize in the cyclical, independent / interdependent nature of [its “components”], or [that is], the individual [parts] ; your model. I might best describe it as– at once, a fantastic, vivid understanding between such multidisciplinary men, (which I mean boldly as I write to yeild in You what visceral sensation I might by the power in these meager words) — maintaining yet a single-mindedness, not conversely or to be forcibly persuasive, that such cohesive vision renders a magnanimous ingenuity. I am reminded of the cardinal schemes my peers and I did construct, I believe were likewise flowing. Ostracized for “Gifted” stigmata, then far more fortunate for the fellowship we made, we dreamed of efforts to end Cold War. Somehow– as I am reminded by this glimpse into the brainstorm of ____, this moment i lapse in retrospection, I fondly recall the uncommon beauty, and unstoppable force– from the several individuals, the magical synergy between them, at marked points in a continuing progression, manifests in a cohesive, flowing, collective creativity, the rare likes of which, whether serendipitously or deliberately, have changed the world nevertheless.

turn off that smokestack and
that goddamn radio: hum… along with me…

Oh, I don’t care what the letter reads, I don’t believe in Adderall. I don’t use it; I don’t prescribe it; Adderall has a very high potential for addiction. I’ll give you Concerta. Concerta is the same thing— [nevermind the self-contradicting statement, so much double-talkin’ jive, spilt all over you just now—and please, can’t you see I’ve got patients waiting? Now that I’ve opened the door, won’t you please just go away—leaving payment on your way out, of course!]

I think I know what’s going on. Come back in three months. [hmm… I need a good, stock phrase for salutation. I’ve got it!:]

We’ll get to the bottom of this.

Pure lies spun
the Dark One.
The purer did lay.
Laid, for fun, feigned that femme
‘fore future yon ye flowering, flushed
As this flies,
lingering load, blue
‘fore that blew, had blown so many
yet none so well,
N’er could I, even lusting,
yearned as I before her precious mouth:
femme lips
mowed lust.

Luscious lips most believed;
most deceived

lusting for love, and so it did die.

Sadly, not ‘ware,
When that died for naught,
‘Deed yon, worn true, to be not through
yet lives, not lost; flung.

For that flight, none did she bleed,
but for an encore,
pitiful esteem,
By applause, sustaining.

Stage bound, sustained
Bound to stage
Maintains famed petty pace
pretty pets
so caged, painting face.

Would that, I yea, but for all of Hades
Confounded thought– that whence evil
Serpentine did flow, before her blood
Not mine only, but two wounded.
Wicked, this way and that
She comes,
And came wet, so whetted this palette too much,
And, wet, seems I did not scar, callus:

Fortune by circumstance
turn unfortunate craft:
Balanced, congruent, take ’bout
one-eighty degrees
not natural intimation
so designed, so to break.

First sighted
twenty and too, fabricate,
dramatic bitches,
so-called family
one of three Wicked Witches

Foresight too poor
for sirens, fat-feasted
Whip smart; taste pure
neither numbered, one more
in Thespian House.

Aimless for lease:
read ‘tween the lines
How is it, as washed, cut and dried
once innocent mind, naive
matriculated to Master
brewed not to believe.

Destined encounter,
counter elements, not we,
changeling cunt.

Death’s fortune: truth.
Far beyond cast, and crew
Reality broadcast, and laughable too
,
How learned, became malice
one wonders of you

Dare I this day feel,
yet some hunger, by wicked passion whetted:
to slide, i’d slip
And slip
As many as before, i beckon
recklessly as you,
this reckless unto thee.

The Male animal slobbers
sink teeth not to sore,
made n’er lullaby
as sweet as She roar.
She animal drips
bawling sweet melody:
“how ’bout this?” once more!

Confessed, each
unto each of less percent
valued number
recall, man; recall woman
my woman, her man

Kept dual purpose, Faculty
immediately less
Lady lay, dissonant
Truth from that channel

Slither, shed skin,
Amongst pets still sicken,
Find then, yet well hidden
his marionette group
trained well not to vomit.

Presiding Spanner
Power wielding shock
N’er could dote thee again,
come knocking many
As jerked ‘way by too much
precipitation,
but breathless by wonder
toward your destination.

What else?
I wax sardonic.
Giggle at what expense;
Intersect harmonic
pleasant poppies, past-tense
undone
and borne to ancient tea:
wrap it up, as Nothing’s Shocking.

Refined Ophelia
serendipity
painless love
so sweetly grows
nothing as bitter;
the user knows
Ophelia eats.

Exit stage west
circle repeats
great will in suffering
end implore
maintenance disease
futility ingested
outside that door
doctor please
euthanize this
ever still
evermore.

Lower there, in the valley–
where all this, a fantasy
So much, soft and lovely,
but loathing the thought;
and loathed too, said she,
never believer.

Fool, so fine,
fine thing, so alive,
sensibility of sight, a fine piece of ass
yet n’er since a night.

Suffering insensible,
suffering is sense, and sense I
must suffer,
for I taste thee at night–
true, only this
if time renders right.

Tear out those which make ye
so clingy to sin,
or Broadway beneath
bitch.

Into the mirror, harken:
we fuck.
Fantastically, filthy, merged, single willed
we weightless,
your session,
my cloud blew
cocaine, lies too
as ugly, sin turned you
Oblivious, one powder-puff
One powder blurred.

From you, femme, reach Fin now:
In that Death,
Cleansed; Freedom

©2009 S,J

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Do you think that there is any significance to the fact that [i]Hollywood A-list[/i] actor, [b]Nicholas Cage[/b] is in both [b][i]World Trade Center[/i][/b] (Aug. 2006) and [i]Wickerman[/i] (Aug. 2006), and supporting [i]World Trade Center[/i] actor, [b]Maggie Gyllenhaal[/b], also has a forthcoming wide-release film to follow?

This probably will seem like a stretch, but perhaps this is a sign that the Hollywood [i]Box Office[/i] is being greatly impacted (more than they let on) by the quality of the modern home-theatre experience, and any consumer with the aptitude for the illicit distribution of popular media (such as pirated DVD’s). Could it be that [i]Hollywood[/i] has stooped so low in edging moral indecency, that they should boost ticket sales by pushing a high-budget film, depicting on a political front, the most devastating massacre of United States civilians in history? Maybe my radar is off-center. Maybe it’s not a question of ticket-sales to Hollywood film-makers, but the propagation of a political agenda.

“Political front!?”, you question? Then, to you I would ask: Where is the Hollywood A-List film, completed in so little time and in such grande fashion, which chronicles the leveling of New Orleans by [i]Hurricane Katrina[/i]? What is the title of the film, and did it sell millions of tickets? Does it shame the victims, or is it a definitive account of American Heroism; of the People of New Orleans and those who came from miles beyond miles, called by nature to react in an [b]apolitical[/b] catastrophe, pulled together, and helped so many brothers and sisters, friends, neighbors, homeless and other nameless victims to weather the storm? Did you buy the DVD? Did you enjoy the alternate endings?

Which film is a testament to American Pride, and which will act as a Trojan Horse for its misdirection?
My biggest problem with [i]World Trade Center[/i], the film, is the way the Marketing genius slipped it into our homes, right under our noses– deceptively, allowing little public debate over its production or National impact. Americans are encouraged to share opinion over the bane of Tom Cruise or Brittany Spears, yet the collective opinion of the American voice was hushed in the circumstance of [i]World Trade Center[/i].

[i][b]We, The People[/b][/i], so often afforded public venue to speak to our fellow man, so often weeks before rumors become fact, are encouraged to share opinion via televised news media, talk-shows and elsewhere, seem to have been deliberately robbed of our voice in this instance. I recall no discussion; no public opinion, and no time to think; to actually show support for, or put forth any opposition to the film. I know how much my neighbor loves or despises Paris Hilton, but I know nothing of whether he or she believes that the screening of [i]World Trade Center[/i] has come too soon, or at an inappropriate time.

is it a happy ending? what about all of the US Marines who are still in active duty, witnessing anything BUT a happy ending night after nght? which image do you really want in your mind to remind you of the attact we bore on our own soil on Sept 11, 2001– do you want to picture the image of a hollywood actor, a happy ending, and niceties– to help you brush it under the rug and shrug it off– or do you want to remember your anger– remember what was wrong about the deaths of so many innocent Americans, civilians, on Sept 11, 2001: men, women and children whose lives ended that day. are they being properly honored in the film? is your brother, or your aunt who died in active duty being honored by this film while it’s solicitation, in theatres and soon to come, DVD, etc– surely must line the pockets of “Hollywood”. Which image do you want to remember when you pay $4 at the pump for fuel?

[b]Misdirection[/b] is the key to manipulation. [b]Misdirection[/b] is the tool of those who wish to fool, corrupt, and use others for the fulfillment of their own will.

Americans, and those who believe in Freedom of Choice:
If you’re as unlucky as you can be– if the worst possible thing could happen does happen– and you eventually accept the fact that American quality of life, and American Freedom has not been affected by terrorism– if you can sleep at night more easily because you’ve been misdirected into seeing a happy ending, then you have already kissed your Freedom goodbye, and the freedom of your sons and daughters.

The moment you stop caring about your own Freedom, and the Freedom of your fellow citizens; the moment you pay for its very exploitation in the Media is the moment when that much of the Freedom has been taken away from the Citizens of the United States of America, and from us all.

When the Trojan horse was viewed as a peaceful offering; when past strikes upon them were overlooked because of that artful misdirection, what was the outcome?