our inconsistencies are part of the plot how we twist and turn how the wind blows the leaves how the stars spin on their axis
easy to say sitting in a cafe not so easy for the dazed podiatrist run over by a car sitting in the street or the torn dove jumped by a cat or the small child lost in walmarts and none of those voices are hers you say
comfort and solace are what we all ask for in our dying or our living confidence is a veneer over which we paint a pretty picture pitiless desire if you want to think of it that way drives our car to the beach where we can look out over a limitless horizon and imagine not being drowned
checking out my groceries i inserted my card and followed the instructions waited for the computer / hoping for approval who is this computer i'm supplicating anyways ?? i thought to myself and suddenly there it was the face of the computer god looking at me kinda scary
"Well officer it was like this, I was traveling south by southwest on Austin Highway when I suddenly got cut off by this huge silver limousine that turned right in front of me."
"Huge silver limo. When did this happen?"
"It was Tuesday, June 14th, the day Donald Trump was in town. I read it in the papers."
"Yeah, I braked just in time to avoid hitting them and saw this face appear in the window."
"And who was it?"
"I don't know, it looked like a mafia guy."
"Yeah so I stood there in the middle of the street and gave them a five fingered salute and yelled something in Italian, a language I am not particularly fluent in and they all stopped for a moment."
"All? How many were there?"
"There were five bright shiny huge silver limousines, officer, all in a row and I'm standing there in the middle of the street almost ran over on my bike and I saw the one guy's head look at me."
"And how did you know this was Donald Trump's motorcade?"
"I could sense his presence."
"Uh huh. Were you hurt?"
"No I was unhurt but I felt like I had influenced presidential politics in some small way."
"Really, how's that?"
"Yeah, Donald knows he can't push around a little bicyclist in this city just because he's got a five car motorcade with giant silver limousines."
"So do you want to file a complaint?"
"No officer but I'd like to speak to Donald Trump personally."
"Yes I'd like 5 minutes of his time for almost running over me on my bike."
"I'd like to tell him something."
"What is it you would like to tell Donald Trump?"
"I would like to tell him . . . watch out where you're going Donald Trump. I'm watching you."
"Yeah you might have a five car giant motorcade but I've got a bicycle."
"I've got a bicycle and I've got just as much right as you do. Infact I think you're a big stupid head for riding around in a five car motorcade and looking out the window at everything. Yeah and the only reason you're so popular is because you're an idiot."
"That's what I want to say. You don't fool me you big . . . chump. You are a big stupid dummy. Stupid dummy. Chump."
about to go under the axe / shorn of its name it sits dilapidated waiting for the wrecking ball / the last remaining hourly motel in san antonio where many a young couple requited their consummate passion upon the altar to isis that's ISIS the ancient babylonian goddess of fertility G#D%*M!T
piston driven engines explode at the top and force is exerted upon the crankshaft
circular engines spin like electric motors around a center
low pressure created by the wing lifts the airplane inside the pilot controls the plane with ailerons rudder and flaps
radio waves travel at the speed of light and can be modulated to carry information
like the pilot’s voice for example asking for permission to ascend or descend
the universe unfolds in a helix pattern dying stars emit heavy elements which are used to build complex molecules which are used to build people and cars
the double spiral incised on the altar to ishtar in ancient mesapotamia symbolized the creative power of the universe / the rhythm of breathing and sex / the healing energy vortex of the sacred springs / the flight path of the ibis in the night sky as it appeared among the stars by remembering these things the people were blessed
that’s how it worked that's how it was things go back to where they were like the pieces of a broken life picked up and transformed by the wind a whirlwind a gust of wind just quiet your mind and listen for a moment a great wind
lifted me up and deposited me here set me down on this place so i could witness the working of the world with you