A Story so Untrue You Have to Believe It’s Real A Story so Untrue You Have to Believe It’s Real On foot from Edinburgh to Canterbury for a once-in-a-decade conference on "What It Means to Be a High-Functioning Humanzee in a Mythological World", we are discussing the cultural fallout of "phase-three scholasticism", which has rocked the academic world and the Catholic Church in Ireland, and is responsible for the suicide of at least five university deans and three bishops, as w

The Original Sin Our DNA a polymer implant from our worldly creator, Blake’s Urizen. Backbone sidechain nitrogen phosphate And a plastic oesophagus for when you can't swallow Reason. Bonding one attribute to another: the adhesive Epox is on the horizon. One mind becomes many minds Separated in competition, growing bodies to maintain Separation. Protesting, Adam fiddles a stringtaut wire, A thin-sliced reproduction of human forest life: gunfire, Gas, batons, guillotines, barbe

Marcus Aurelius Arch in Tripoli, Libya, built in 163 C. Original photo by Daniel and Kate Pett (Wiki) Going Off in Libya a bomb(ard)ed runway is nothing in Libya said she profoundly on visit to Marcus Aurelus Arch or Roman ruins of Sabratha (I forget) the skin of the sun or a goat stretched out the flammable sky over Al Khums / Ghat / Mandra it’s Benghazi hell time, man BOOM! boom!| Libya bears something evil [or new] perhaps re: 1955 Petroleum Law| 1982, kissed B

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Zero and the Anti-Dollar Zero sat still with the anti-dollar in his scarred palms. The war had begun and the fear was flying through the air like blood. Zero felt the poison stir in his lungs. The television was growing fat with virulent statistics, hospitals and fire. He stared through the screen and imagined a V-sign projected on the far wall. The anti-dollar sweated in his hands: it made his veins thicken with potential. Zero painted on a mask with chalk; stocked up on fis