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 Doing nothing at all, Zero sat Gaping at TV, his last lone dollar Crumpled inside a small itchy palm. The news had begun. War shot through the air Like blood. Virulent statistics stirred His insides like poison. The dollar sweated in his hand; It thickened his veins with potential. Looking out Zero saw a V-sign Projected on the night sky. He locked the window, Shut the blind. On his face he chalked A mask of desperation to hide his apathy