turn off your mind to splintered flashlights

[Terrance]

love isd all and love is blah blah blah, Eno....


Furtuna Favit Fortibus. And it helps if some big brother
gotje back, cause the world ain't exactly no toga party full
of Princes if you know what I mean.  Ever read that Freud
essay on  M's Moses? Well it's the only explanation that
makes any sense at all. That sculpture is so awesome. You
know, if you take a hard look at David he is also ready to
kill, it's that critical moment that M liked to reveal.
Moses is a big strong powerful man, with horns you know,
sitting there with anger, the tablets have slipped a bit,
his foot is twisting in the ground like a bull ready to
attack, but the law has been written, he doesn't need
Charles' chalk.   

To everything turn, turn, turn, there is a season, now wait
a minute here...before I start singing a Joni Mich L song in
a Bob Dylan voice at a black tie block party at Rush D's
Ball and swearing in Brooklyn Slang. 

Excuse me! You Woody Imitation, you Steeling Dan, you
prickin the conscious of little girls drawls.... and the
seasons they go round and round and the painted ponies go up
and down....

Luke kear Ya momaluke!  Brooklyn Slang is more in use in
balling down at the docks, were dem  EYEtalions live, 
subrogating where all the  sub ear igating is flowing. And
the bosses give them the Big Schneid and nothin but. 


behemoths in Brooklyn there is a  lot here, 

Arms and the man or the woman Jane reminds me, Joan slipped
out for a bucket of beer, she'll be fighting a hangover in
the morning, but hey, she's young, let her burn the
midnight, well she works nights, so let her burn at sweet
bazil's after hours. 

 , but Jane says that Jone says, it has something to do with
fear, and saints of course, one, he's a big mother, like
that deck ape in chapter one, a black killer convert that
likes red headed women, ...burning bushes you know,  you
gotta get the right ones, like if their talking communism
maybe Barth ain't the guy, maybe Barth is, or maybe the
Bartholomites or some group like that, you know P's favorite
saints and radical christians,  you get the idea, it's like
GR. 


I don't know what the companion to V. says about this, with
Jane and Joan off fighting for the poor and us having
nothing but Yard Bird hunger it hurts to think about them
chickens....but even Weisenburger doesn't get them all, the
calendars, the days, the saints, Sophia for example, a biggy
in GR, but a different calendar. Those Pynchonian texts.
There is something Queer about these here Playboys. He said
you must be joking son, where did you get them shoes....and
who is the gaucho amigos? Third world man for sure, but
Italy and Japan here, no Miss Saigon. 

What's up with Mississippi? I missed that one. I thought,
you know the NY Times, does it still, can't recall, cause I
stopped reading it, but back in the 30s and in the 40s and
50s they listed all the ships, including freighters that
came into this biggest  container port, yeah, there was a
ship named after that satirist, that I can tell you, was it
49, well check out the Twayne's Immigrant Heritage of
America Series anyway, and I'll check into the boat. 

Is Benny getting paid? On all the calendars?