Nova Heat Movin On

Look, I don't want to get maudlin about this — but you know he was the only thing standing between us and utter disaster — I'm talking leveraged buyouts of entire planets here — Don't interrupt me when I'm riffing — But it wasn't a stream at all it was more of a puddle of consciousness — No flow, a lot of spots going together to make up an unacceptable picture —

Nope, nothing wrong here — but fifty years ago it was totally unacceptable — Do you catchee my sayso? Pornography, pure and simple — without even any soap to slick things up — but no, I think it wasn't that pure or that simple — maybe 99 1/4 % pure but no more – and simple? I'm telling you bub —

I mean — so what if the Hell Ovens are waiting? — We've got the Word — jumping out of his chair and screaming 'I got the fear!' — and nothing can ever be the same. Not then, not now, and not as it is, was, or will be — More than anything else the subtle rhythms of language cadence drip drip drip into the mental ear of the unwary reader, infecting with unwholesome thoughts and ideas that — Anticipating by whole fucking decades Dawkins's idea of memetics – Nova fuzz waiting — but no.

Come on, Jack, I don't want your greasy grimy green-gray Limpopo on my clean rug tonight – And don't try folding that shit with me — I'm too big an asshole — So we all piled in the car and head for Mexico looking for some kind strange plant that only grows in the desert — Damn amateur Castenada anyway — and ditto Thompson — Neither one of them knows piss-all about writing — and junk is pretty much junk — But the Adding Machine Kid trips and falls into a deeper hole —

This one got no bottom — ain't that funny, a hole with no bottom — best kind of holes got bottoms, this is a low-grade hole, let me tell you – shoddy merchandise — the only religion worth the money — Last of the line — end of the line — and the porter yells "Booooard! Leaving for Anaheim and Cucamonga" — But earlier in Missouri money could buy just about everything — except maybe Joan — it was a water glass, Jack, not a wine glass — they never get that one right — but fifty years pass and it doesn't matter any more — if it ever did —

And it was never junk anyway — it was control – it was power — the power to cloud mens minds so they don't see shit — because in the end it was all shit – but there was nothing better — so struggle up through the shit, just get the job done — Nova heat moving in — Was there ever any point to it — just get the job done as best you can —

Closing black circle

Byebye Billy. The heat done got you at the last.

Entropy allus takes its slice—