alex vienna and the potential to meet under fascinating circumstances
February 10, 2004, 10:05

{twilight}
The Indian shot the star as the children of the centipede raised their crooked flag.
Made of lacquer and silver lip lining, you know. 
The bleak sun stained my eyes in a candy stripe:
-red: for “The hue of the long-wave end of the visible spectrum, evoked in the human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 630 to 750 nanometers; any of a group of colors that may vary in lightness and saturation and whose hue resembles that of blood; one of the additive or light primaries; one of the psychological primary hues. “
-white: “The achromatic color of maximum lightness; the color of objects that reflect nearly all light of all visible wavelengths; the complement or antagonist of black, the other extreme of the neutral gray series. Although typically a response to maximum stimulation of the retina, the perception of white appears always to depend on contrast.”

These tape worm packing days are spreading me thin, but as always I rejoice in the very principles of sleep debt/work shackle and lose them around every corner. 
Call the coroner, we’re laughing all the way to the banks as word comes in from Salvation City Alamo carcass.
The Shimmering Roach Ribs scratched me with her [TELEPHONE WIRE:]
ROACH RIBS: “Your trendsetting canvases are so Hot! Hot! Hot! Bombs over Baghdad Hot! that they have sold before the (horror) show has even started! God bless you! Viva! Viva! Vienna!”

At this rate, I shall be as advantageous and prolific as a termite queen. 

{midday}
Czech is your master, always by your side at the tape worm factory.
Soaking through pores onto the piping hot irons; festering under fingernails.
The usual gang of lackies were coating the sides of the lobby like some parasite cloud to a coral reef at low tide.
Billy Guns decided to go one on one/ man to man by discussing modern aesthetics.
BILLY GUNS: “I believe in art, you know.”
A.V.: “Well then you’re a sucker”
BILLY GUNS: “But when a stripper says she’s ‘using her body as an art form’ well that’s a little bit much.”
A.V.: “well why don’t we head out to the dumpsters and find some art?”
Enraged, Billy guns found the nearest employee, who happened to be Sickskin Darling, and promptly punched him; erupting the bulbous, green boil that had been so carefully harvested.

I later met a fellow iconoclast who was visibly impressed by my aura.
ICONOCLAST: “I like your sideburns, where can I get some like that?”
A.V.: “Ah, you mean my quills? Dear boy, you’ll have to grow them like the rest of us!”
He threw his pennies, nickels, quarters and dimes away without hesitation. 
“waste of natural resources” he said; yet one could say the same of him. 

{sundown}
pheramone surrenders to the degenerate wagon, reconfirming my growing suspicions that a base of pheramone cannot do. 
It becomes clear as crystalline what I must do, but must not divulge as of yet. 
The best presents are worth waiting for, friends and true believers (if you haven’t been killed off by the vapor yet).

Now that the degenerate wagon possesses the power of pheramone, I must be especially conniving; not even I will be able to trace these steps; the ashes of a phoenix.
If they mean to burn her at the stake or eat her as raw delicacy, 
I will equally do the opposite; she will be convinced before the end.
Curse, a plague, on the degenerate wagon, for they have converted much too carelessly this time.
I shall not give up on such a saint, but I fear not even I can guide a blind follower out of the smoke 
when they believe that pain is a necessity. 

Forgive me for being so obscure, but all will be revealed in time.
This is the apothecary, the true believer signing off. 

{dusk}
“That’s right” said the gastro intestinal pain union as I discover the Internationale has been drained; it’s exterior resembles a rotting raisin of leather. 
the flora reminds me that everyone is my friend and will be until the end.

{dawn}
The white light returns to it’s birthplace and melts the towering glaciers that surround the bay shores. Giant squids and wooly mammoths emerge out of the frigid solstice while flocks of gastro intestinal lungfish grace the horizons. 

I am ready to be liberated. 

[END VIENNAGRAM:]