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I love being at Stanford. But when I see a fraternity house, all I can think is: I hate those faggots. I dislike affirmative action; it prevents the brightest, of all creeds, from uniting in congregation to serve the world. But I find legacy admissions even more odius.

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hanging by the jitterbug popnap
chickle chickle
chickle chickle
olive remakes
a portered day
slow on the sylvan tray

she sleeps
at wide
and on cotton
reflexive and
made for the age

in morning she writes
besieged by plague
and whist
flung to the bright

an ocean
vast as the greenling
envy as pride
her fingers score
violence disguised
as a floral arrangement

heart: it thumps and courses
the stuff through the vasculature
pump and slide aloud
these moments of estrangement
between strangers
divorced long before they were married
with little in common
but the quality of their memories

now, as disorder deepens
and the possabilities shrink
each day
no mission could be real
no love could heal
if the happening was lost
down the drain

when you give up everything
you'r free to do anything
the only credible aim of writing
is self-liberation
say what you will.

it's for no ear but yours.

every one writes.
few live.

christmas eve

hence the remains
they pull and draw
from the carcas new

it heaves and throws
through the hall of vines
it carves and speaks
with the tongue of god

it argues and cuts
screws and cuffs
it falls on the frantic eve

without reservation
draw the weapon in
ready it and bring the muzzle
to target bright

this is the day
lights fliker on the trees
they cast white on the boughs
as stars to green
as angels to pine
as anglers of wine and roe
as feevlers of casks and dough
as the saws that halve the dogs

ARGOT LORD SAPASM

FARAGUT ANSON
CHARANARA VINDAY
GRAFFLE AND JAW
SNARL AND FARTER
MAXAMILLION RAISE YOUR TENDER
THE KILL IS ON
RELEASE THE SEETHING DOGS
TO EAT THEIR THROATY MASTERS
BY THE STRAP
BY THE BONE AND TOE

FORGET THAT THIS AGE IS
TANTAMOUNT AND PARALLEL
TO THE CRUCIAL FORCE OF
PRECENTER EPOCHS,
A POST-VILLAINOUS PILING
OF CIVILIZATAION'S BOW.

THE ARROW SHOT
MAN'S
DEEPEST HOPE
TRUE
TO THE FEELING

FORREST, ROCK,
BIRD AND YOUR COMMUNITY
FORGIVE US OUR ERRORS
AND FARMHANDS
OUR NEEDLING AND DODGING
OUR MAXIMUM PARTICIPATION
OUR FORCEFUL ARTICULATION
OF FANTASY

NO STRANGE EMPTINESS
CAN MEET ME HERE
WHERE MY FINGERS ARE
THE LORDS TEETH
MY NAILS HIS DIAMOND CAPS
UNDER STINKING BREATH
FALLING HEAVY IN THE HAIR

YARMOK ESTOGRAPHY
FORCE THE PUPIL TO THE CRISIS
CRAFT THE SYMBOLS
A REPLAYING EXAMPLE OF
FORGOTTEN BUT SUPERIOR IDEAS

ARGONAUT FORGET THE PAST IT
MARCHES NOT TO THESE FINAL
AND IMMEDIATE SCRAWLS
OF THE SOURCE:
WHEN YOU FINALLY
SPEAK AS YOU ARE,
THINGS BECOME EASY

PARTRIDGE
DO NOT FORGET
TO READY
THE HEAVIEST VERBAL MODES
MAKE A WAY
AND CLEAR A SPACE
BEHIND THE EYES
THE SOURCE OF THE FEET
THE BELLY AND THE BREATH
THE ARMOURED FACTIONS
THAT PELT,
THE ANCIENT ECHOES OF CONFLICT,
BILLIARDS AND CALLS

THE FORMS
MATTER IN MOTION
IN PRINCIPLE SPECIFIABLE SYSTEMS
THAT PLEXUS AND CARTHAGE
THAT RUE AND SWAY TO THE ROAD
THAT JOINS OUR CITIES
THE WORD THAT EXITES US
THE LOOK THAT YOU KNOW
THESE WILL MAKE OUR FUTURE

THE HORSES OF WAR
SNORE
AS THE MONGOLS
TEAM, FROM THE WALKS
THE HALLS, THE CHAMBERS

PAIN!
IS IT TOO MUCH?
A BIT AWKWARD?
IT HAS ONLY BEGUN..
AVOID IT FOREVER AS THE BIN-MAN
THE POST-PONER
OR FACE IT AND LIVE AS GOD!

OHRARE TREMAINE YORGIN
INTOX SPORTER DEDUCTION
REMARK THE FORCE OF THESE
ENGLISH MARKS
THEY HOLD THE WORLD IN FRIGHT
THEY MADE
WARHEADS AND SYSTEMS

I KNOW THAT THE STILLNESS OF OUR EYES
AND THE ONENESS OF OUR HEARTS
WILL NOT SUBSIDE
THAT THEY HOLD A SUPRISE VICTORY

AS EXPECTED AS IT WALKS THE VEIN OF
MORTERS AIMED AT THE EIGHT-STAR
BOMBING
AS THE BUGLER ASKS
THE LORD FOR OUR PRESERVATION

YOURS IS THE SHARP JAW
THE HUNTER VISION
THE SWORD WITHOUT DELAY
THE FEARLESS HEART
YOU THE UNBORN KING OF PEACE AND WAR

THE MESSAGE ARRIVED AT THE DISH
TUNING THE PLACE
IT WAS WELL-LOCATED
THE HOME OF SOMETHING NEW
DYNAMICS HERETOFORE NOT MADE
GUIDED FROM AFAR
GIVING RISE TO A SURPRISE CAPTURE
OF THE CENTER-MODE

WHY BUZZLE AND GAS,
PROD PICK AND PORT?
THE EFFORT IS SO HEAVING STRONG
TO PULL YOU UPWARDS
VICTORY WAY
FORRESTS AGLOW
BIRDS IN HOLY SONG

farm

genius marks itself flagrantly. it smashes the florid standard, the crap of false angels. it descends, to the hip of the argonaut, proding at the for, sticking candles into pigs. the pigs, they'll illuminate the dark farm, running happily about the mud, surrounded by shoddy fencing, to dine on slop, napping by the flickering fire, awaiting the golden sphere of day.

to cheer across the night, the pig rides to war. it waddles and snorts, charging to the battle. it hops and bounds, like the antelope, like the cheetah, gleefully through the breach of death. upon her back, the metal tube of bullets, shells and powder packaged to kill. perfectly obedient, the led it leaves on command. grey, it mushrooms and poisons. it leaves out the back, boring and tearing, making a wound that fills with shock.

the pigs attack those who sneakily proceed, flailing out of love. aghast, they cry. allowing themselves what they came, to cheer eachother. they challenge, and prostrate themselves before holy kin. they sport the shell of victory, and give their mouths to the cause.

woa

time to get outdoors.

for eveyone

Let's get to pittsburgh.

to what you want

oh mind destroyeth, the Yaurjin colnel fades as fuzzed insulation, just a squeeze that aches above the ears. things have gone awry. now, in response to the legions of lesser writers feigning errudition, i say sit your body down in the chair right now: the lesson is on. feet pettle nikes amid managerial compliments: you're doing a great job at making maps. but the map is not the terretory. to richly craft a map of Greenland is not to triumph on its peaks. I have no idea if it even has "peaks" but it does if you take the term mathematically. where dz/dx = 0 and dz/dy = 0. so take it that way. it behooves you to assume the best here when you wish to assume the worst. i know that's easier. ultimately, you'll do what you want. i care, but i don't care in *that* way. if i did, you couldn't trust my suggestions. take this claim to your heart and contemplate it for the rest of your years. as only the very very best will get to pittsburgh.

another study (this appelation serves as a defense)

this screen hurts my eyes. my hands and arms pinch and ache. there's something i'm avoiding. it's...going to a hotel. a miserable thing to do when the hotel is cheap. always a rip off, unless someone else is paying. an institution is best. no guilt there about the bad value. $100/night translates to $3000/month.

this screen hurts my eyes. god, the light. it's like looking into heaven. some new york version of heaven. i'm pleased by the presence of the telelphone. i can make any necessary calls. and boy, can i make them. to peru, to new york, to firebaugh. do the nasty dance you dumb shit fuck head fucked up with a bat to your skull mother boo boo bear!

a study

oh, the keyboard is made of plastic. and the car key is on the maple desk of the grey cubical. the phone is white. the mouse black. the screen cheap. this is known as the business center. what is business? i could write something pompus here. but it's never the what but the how, so why bother? she whispered in my ear, "word" when i told her. get out of this place before you're dead. there's somewhere better. in deference to a referenced lesson, i call this place pittsburgh.

soccer

spurrious bitches shame grapes of cunt sauce snotting on the table. oh reem the face out with spooned knives and scrapers. eat summer mellon at the picnick. it covers your face and the checkered cloth. the grass smells of bugs. soccer and oranges, blue and red, the ref is a stupid dad. goal! we lost! it's ok, don't blame the goally. he's just not very good. who are we playing next week? uh oh.

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step to the speaker, with the imparative, and desert your inner motive. exhaust the failure of attention with full gail. this conjugation easily overblows and inspires a more ordinary tone. please walk your fingers 'round the truth. it lies not. it speaks not. it waits as nothing for you to tap it home. you don't need anything to say. just an interest in cultivating the way. prickle the tag with stalks of rain. deepen the stag with knives of bone. cut the flesh to the floor. ready the berry sauce, the fire, the plates, the knives, the strange aversion to the center. just sit in it. and eat. and stop dispensing oblique advice at grandma's table.

advice

Rise daily and do nothing. it is so easy. and the rewards are as you wish. so munches the goer, into the frayed specks, where the young destroy themselves as systems and saxons. make way: the test is upon us. and if we are to be upon it as the jeckle jackle who comes at night and stakes his claim to the skins, the bones, andthe field, we've got to get in all the way and BURN.

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look here

the briar streams round the bend, bush of green angels. as the wall of the gathering it shapes as fair and meets noise with silent force. inside comes the harmonic, undisturbed. it shakes of women, their hearts and hips, flower pettles soft and perfect. war is unknown. extraordinary measure sink to face the damp. discursive draagmpist grawst remy, oh remmy, you have lost the cross. crep teh triumph yaw, it grows in eager casks of brine fish. and mold, save the oaken bray through every frrrragile claim. pew softly in these wayward minister pocket watch pants dirty fucking gog og head that breaks what? he did it. murdered the pretty girl.

Gorge: UNITED HARAM HARE BANDE

spay the speaker with a point of the hose. direct him to the barn, with the cows. and then the truck comes. cooled it goes to the factory that stinks. flash the shante and entice him. a bolt to the head by an illegal. a snort by the bead from the feeble. Then an auspicious calling from co-eds; they eat the burger. They sex the beaker. And bake the ugly pumpkin eater with the maze of oz. i read the grapes of wrath, and smoked the white remains of broken math. i called the screaming beepers of gas casings to and from the factory, just to stand-up a shield to those who would fuck children in the gut for a bigger tv. this precedes the work.

destroy these clowns for they kill without reservation. burn them to gold with your heart. sink into its eternity. draw from the nuts to the crown, for your flesh is of the earth. try putting your back into it. and find ease in dynamic coherence around your central gravitational axis. curl the power house, extend the lower torso into the plane. this is facing the space in the most literal way. We're Americans. Jesus, let's get the job done.

spurrious BEEPER

the old cradle of orginality, humanity, and courage now only babies self-impressed, cowardly lever-pullers. they're called professors, managers, engineers, artists, athletes, activists. they happily obey the pattern while little babies starve and mothers get their legs blown off. this is part of the present convention. they express their status as defectors, as not for the human future. they dribble and drabble. they seek the mitre and hide the keeper. they bleed easily but cannot cry tears of love. stake them in the manger. break them with the plow. arrouse them and dump them in the hole. burry them with paper. then set the heap to flame and proclaim it: HARE KRISHNA GANESH UDJ

let's get started

participation requires adherence to the doctrine, and also to the observation: that the most widely deployed approaches, sports, science, medicine, capitalism, school, art, and all the rest, simply do not work. (calling these activities "approaches" implies a teleology.)