PHERAMONE IN THE HIGHEST
July 25, 2003, 00:01

{dawn}
The saint arrives home via The Zeppelin, the people of the city point and scream in total admiration and all the lost decadence of the past has now been restored.
{midday}
Pheramone arrives at fire island in style, the karma police escort her to the door personally. 
Hot date with one cleavage crabclaw in the burning piano. I leave Pheramone and the S.S. to some veloci-raptors. 
[CLASSIFIED:] 
{en route}
[BULLHORN:] “she’s strong, she’ll hold her own.” 
I tell the cleavage crabclaw but her eyes have been sewn shut by bounty hunters. I turn the burning piano over on some sea glass and ignore the crabclaws hisses and clicks. I beat her in the stalk eye with a high heeled shoe I received from an ethiopian serpent. The highway was mine.
[TELEPHONE WIRE:]
[Send message:]
Karma police,
Start.Bounty Hunters abound. Beware Telephone Wire is not a pattern against. 
Burn all folders, caress all shoulders. End.
[Message received:]
{sundown}
Play checkers with Pheramone; but thanks to karma police, there are only red pieces. Game postponed until next season. We choke each other to death with piano wire. 
{dusk}
We take the L-Train to Silver City to meet The Skunk. The locals misinterpret our practicality as royalty and we are showered with gifts and gratitude. The Skunk is nowhere to be found. 
[CLASSIFIED:]
We are tipped off by a loyal informant that The Skunk was captured by bounty hunters. We decide to contact the karma Police Chief Carlton Abbott.
[PHERAMONE TELEPHONE WIRE:]
Police Chief Carlton Abbott: 
“You’ve been skunked, our men are on the case and negotiations are being taken care of with slabs of meat and hungry lions. We suggest you buy a shirley temple and insult the waitress by undertipping, until further notice.”
{twilight}
gunfight between karma police and suspected bounty hunters. The skunk is set free and can now eat solid foods. I receive copyrights of Pheramone's collar bone. The Duchess thanks Pheramone for her support by abolishing prohibition. Now the citizens can drink alchohol in the comfort of their own homes. Thank YOU ms. Pheramone! 
[BULLHORN:]
Perfection in lungs full of secrets.
[END VIENNAGRAM:]

[note: the missing viennagram that was never properly filed.]
[VIENNAGRAM: 003-07-21 22:17]
[NOTE:] 
[FILE UNDER; "GORGEOUS":]

[Classified:]
vigilante karma campaign is in full swing. 
The committee was too haisty in their decision to choose the girl of the year. Now, most of the members have been decontaminated and/or imported and/or exported to the stinking swamps of the bay shores, to be devoured by flying degenerate ant-bees that are attracted to self doubt and high sound frequency. The genetic defect: white hot pheramone

{dawn}
neon dawn of inspiration as tacks and enamel are in sharper(est) focus
nauseating digits of 2s and 3s under hot crow-keepers lights: 
“the sheriff just busted right into my place, and he took it right outside to kill it. Who makes the laws here?!? They have no right to kill animals that people want to keep as pets. Skunks. Ferretts. That crow was a baby when I found it.” 
He falls back into his leather saddle to weep for several minutes while I kiss the saliva machine with a hidden lust and constantly focus in on curly grey/black hair, or is it? Micro-degenerate fibers that look like something a textile machine gagged up? No, not here. 

{midday}
Transfix back to the grand piano, nearly dodging blinking lights. Teeth also are on blinking red. “We’re twins” I sneer to the cleavage crabclaw’s mole beside her left eye socket. She makes a monkey out of the empire when she nearly kills us, when talking to all criminal counterparts via her [Telephone Wire:]

{sundown}
Luncheon with queen latifa, andy warhol, broadway joe, sean magee, clark gable and dina shore.
It is champagne on ice. The queen calls warhol a “little fairy” and I had to laugh because warhol has done nothing for the empire lately. Sean magee and dina shore do memphis hash. Gable is polite and social so I gave him a fat fucking lip because he wasn’t invited. 
Champagne on ice.

{dusk}
received gifts from all vigilante karma efforts. 
A pair of orange enamel spectacles to seek out all amplified dopplegangers opposed to the duchess. [Also:] a pair of 'Detective Specials'. Direct import from The Duchess herself. 
The saint mrs. Vienna- now ready to depart OR in 9 crustaceans to a diplomat. The duchess loves her and so will the people. Nvatalie Yours is also invited. 
“open up, baby, it’s the fuzz”

{twilight}
miracle smokestacks like cigarettes from heaven. 
The Detective Special begs to be shot and to make all dopplegangers known.
All in due time.
The Duchess is happy, and she shows it by showering information and inspiration. The blimps now signal signal: Viva! Viva! Vienna!
Bob marley and Marilyn Monroe sip back on cherry coca cola as days drift into night. The vultures draw a milk bath. Why not?

[End Viennagram:]