Histo Possum Tramp Wine Troy Horse Neptune War Roundup History Impossible World Thought Not Bot Wold Roundup Cartoon UBoo-ty Experiments Of The Head History of the West Faerie Tale Fro Gromets Severed From Collections in A Fictional History of the Future Fan Faux NonFic Hypno, Mysto, Crypto Possum Starchitect Kurk Wold 2 I. U-Booty Improvements I went down stairwells into caverns with no markings except codes, wandered, 10, 14 levels below the capitol. The walls went from stone to carved cave rock. Down there they stored artifacts, statues. I was stuck for hours until I found stairways leading up. None of them connected from one floor to the other. I kept walking to an elevator, pushed the up button, found myself in a non-public area. But I had my clearance tag. Asked by security, I told them I was lost. They escorted me to one of the main hallways. I made at least 14 levels below. Passages slope up and down from there where the hearts and livers are stored. I did not ask to investigate the spread of Ubu beyond earth, the beginning of weirdness, as if wierdness had a beginning and we all did not wake up to it individually while others slept to the song of opposite meaning. Rays of light popped off the original incarnation of Gulag and Babel as the same structure pounded itself into the ground. But on the tower, as one climbs higher and higher gravity decreases, and because it is constructed on the equator rotation causes gravitation to 3 disappear because of the distance from the center of the planet, but also from centrifugal force increasing proportionate to that distance. As centrifugal force operating in the reverse direction increases gravitational force drops. Gravity is eliminated at the top of the tower, of 5.5 radii above the earth [22,300 miles] Tsiolkovsky (1895), and below (?). Gnomic transfers of this consciousness react out of the given into each other. This would be called will if will were a recognized force. You don’t know you get control after you give it up. You don’t necessarily come back. Repeated instances alter the terrain. Domain transfer in space does not simply transfer. Pop-ups of this architecture are displayed at the Johnson Memorial by Playboy, at the center of the organ capitol, out by the tetrahedral cheese of the Martian, cheeses composed of 26 platonic solids with facets. To make Ubu real, for he is decidedly not, human had to be made obsolete. In a dual state, just when do-goods asked what does it mean to be human, Roi Boy made the cookies between matter and energy break. Every ridiculous analogy followed. Online trans- dempublican warehousers flopped in front of the stands. Osiris on Ubu Galore was neck and neck with Collider in the backstretch. Outside the park, lots emptied at the crossroads of this project, mouses with human brains sparked “debate.” Mine Ubu doped the animals with human bloud: “a mouse to speak, a monkey to plead, dogs with human feet” got the vote. This mouse was no mouse and the man, the one who knelt at the obelisk of petrified sunlight, was no man. The hybrid believed it had the god inside. At this time avant-garde bridges appeared in space. Prophets woke to a galactic war, but it wasn’t galactic, earth in the throes. To celebrate they build these desaparecido infrastruct death camps where prisons are called paradise. Mutant nanobots swell the crowd. They got the vote. Auschwitz makeovers in the Hybrid Age got promised perfect health. Mon frère, there will be 4 any exceptions to the Engineer. Passersby think art diminishes all in size. Hard to make it big outside the company. Robots turned off a cliff like snakes from an obelisk. 2. This was the general situation when I was driving down Constitution Avenue and saw the giant kidney hook up, ferreting out impurities from the nation’s blood. Maybe you know the kidney regulates blood in the brain. I saw buildings spurt like giant livers, hearts and lungs on either side. A giant spiritual finger shot up, as if in respect of the organs. A hand gave out pamphlets in the street. I asked, “if that’s Dick…where’s Jane?” Pointing at the Capitol, shaping an upside down bowl, like a kid revving hot wheels, “can’t you see the bud?, they said, room, room!” Then I saw the giant heads floating above the city. Like great balloons descending to be assembled with the rest of their body, interior parts, lungs, liver small intestines, from tombs, hands and feet were dug below would be pedestals then, mounted one thought. The religion of the day was assembling its idol out of giant remains connected by cords. 5 I don’t know why this all seemed so acceptable at the time, because I just took it for granted. Like a dream there were different sects in the region of this Bethshemesh-Washington- Heliopolis complex that worshiped the organs along the river. I suppose the river was their common link but there is no reason I could see, other than those Babylonian high towers of fertility, “erect and circumspect” remade the cosmos in a body. "Stars like 'radiant eyes,” said the brochure quoting Plutarch [Face of the Moon]. “The sun heart transmits heat and light like blood; earth and sea the bowels and bladder, the moon between sun and earth the liver. This Parks Service Plutarch said when the sun’s first rays shoot down the National Mall on that one special morning at dawn that “the o-'bel'-isk shaft of Bel' Sun god lights up the Capitol, an altar pregnant with the new world.” Somewhat amazing, this tour of the capitol temples. We parked beneath the Monument watched the bees flood the cherry trees. Good to know these prototypes exist right there, like pop toys taken in suffering, in case moderns wonder why things are so bad. Terrific colors shine in the cartoon bubbles. “A-Heads,” the pamphlet said, “worship the billboards with brains in their pockets.” Modems and mouses run the brain that coils on dashboards like so many rubber bands. It made one consider renting a car in this town, but for all, the Egyptian past was being put to good use. The guide said organ worship involved kidneys and lungs looking down into the intestine. You’d think I knew more than I let on about this. Later I read up on it in one those books at the mall called The Divine Medium. It said the body parts had a sheen of immortality contained in their scapulimancy. Not a word I ever heard either, reading the bone of the shoulder blades like a book. This body was supposedly building an exterior shell, around the city which was a body with a set of interior organs. Incarnadine clairvoyance of the internal it was called, this haruspication of intestine, was a counterpart to the transcendent divinatory interpretations of bone. Even animals became cosmic texts. Cracks became oracular truths. The liver especially was the supreme potentate of clairvoyance, honored by diviners as the national treasure of ether, hepatic morphology an earmark of divine disposition. In this fascist amphitheater that means the weather. It made one wonder, rivers running down hills, what compliment to politics the Monument and Capitol would be. But then I saw asses everywhere, and 6 coupled to them in size and shape the brains beyond, giant heads floating above. Why oh why oh? It taken me back to high school, the boys sitting around challenging, mine’s bigger than yours, oh mon, mine’s bigger than yours. One threatens to whip it out. No one does though, it’s all talk. Condolences if you missed this; how then can you understand phallic worship and the dictates of Ishtar, fertility gods projecting worship of themselves? Taking Viagra and raising it up to the sky? Stay out of the city! Those dump piles of roads are veins, post office nervous intestines. Bridges of bone! This is all circumstantial evidence, artificial satellites, Mars wars, obelisks, but the motive? Do these advanced civilizations need an audience. Why do they want to observe, watch the earth, nothing better to do? Why communicate with earth unless they see something there, some ulterior motive is it? Friendship? Natural resource? No, no, something else? Malign or benign the choices. The only way to judge is by motive. The obelisk points made the temples stand out so they could be seen from great distances. Most Babylonian cities had a temple and high tower in the middle, symbols pointed to the sun, an “erect circumcised penis” of fertility, “images of Bethshemesh / Heliopolis” as in Jer. 43:13 “He will also shatter the obelisks of Heliopolis in the land of Egypt; the temples of the gods of Egypt he will burn with fire.” The obelisk at the great Roman Catholic Cathedral of Cologne is 515 feet high. The one at the Cathedral in Ulm Germany is 528 feet high. (1Kgs. 14:23, 2Kgs. 18:4, 23:14, Micah 5:13, Isa. 17:8, 27:9) Somewhere there’s a daddy tank out West producing sex organs. Chariots dedicate to the sun god travel the sky in a great chariot with four horses on Roman coins, the same that “the kings of Judah had given to the sun, at the entrance of the house of the LORD” which “… burned the chariots of the sun with fire. 2 Ki 23:11 7 http://www.enterprisemission.com/moon5.htm….