Seen the dawn at The Wheatfields of Kiev?
July 25, 2003, 22:15

{dawn}
meeting with SAVAT LA ORLIEN within the captain’s quarters; regarding her position on “brail and the betrayal of the morse code.” 
SAVAT LA ORLIEN: “Mathematics is a divine science, not because of its abstractions but because of what its study does to the consciousness. An untutored individual turning to nonsense produces non-sense.” 
ALEX VIENNA: “So are you for or against the senate’s move to [DECODE:(p. 902)] and [TRANSLATE:(p. 1134)] diareah messages into morse code? 
SAVAT LA ORLIEN: “Please! This is the first great scientific anticipation of our time? I mean, we have killed off Latin; our roots. Now, clearly, we are missing something. I would not say that ‘something’ can be found in the analysis of our own shit. (pause) So, no, I will not show my support for the passing of the bill. I never thought coprophallia would be this mainstream, I fear it has become passe…
[CLASSIFIED:]
shortly after this meeting, I was contacted via [TELEPHONE WIRE:] by Dr. Marc Edmund Jones, deputy of karma police.
[CLASSIFIED: RESTRICTED POSTING OF WIRE 003-25-12 VIENNAGRAM (003-25-12)]

{midday} 
[BULLHORN:]
vigilante karma efforts have been officially halted by direct order from The Karma Police Headquarters (N.A.) 
[NOTE:] Affliate: Brown Ballot
[TECHNIQUE:]
report to First Affiliate Bank, (N. A.), for further instructions. 
[BULLHORN:]
Control. Contrive. Contract. Constrict. 
Check your master.
Czech is your master.
[CLASSIFIED:]
I report to First Affiliate Bank, (N.A.) to be given the run around. For my unauthorized vigiliante karma campaign, the karma district will be shutting down my dear canine’s kidneys. Company policy.
(receive check of $1000 and standard issue currency codes. I am forced to choose my composite digits and sign over my youth. Czech is my master now.)

{sundown}
Take the L-Train to Salvation City. I try to visit the Alamo; to access the damage. I only arrive to find out I have been locked out by Santa Ana and his troops again. Good work, the degenerate wagon.

{dusk} 
I shift through the city streets aluding innoculation, Tarantula Milk and white squals of bounty hunters and degenerates. I arrive at the saint’s suite to find her with the map hero showering in rare magnets. A mascara mirror image tells me 
“ALL GROWTH LIES IN PAIN.” 
[CLASSIFIED:]
Despite allogations within the karma bureau, The Duchess offers me a napoleon complex made from rare Oregon centipedes. 

{twilight}
[Exhibit A:] DISCLOSED PIN# (UNKNOWN)
“when criticism studies you selfishly, shut its fingers in a cardoor; as you would a toddlers.”
the second hand smoke reads:"Viva! Viva! Vienna!"

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