September 29, 1996
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". . . that country where it is
always turning late in the year.
That country where the hills are
fog and the rivers are mist; where
noons go quickly, dusks and twilights
linger, and midnights stay. That
country composed in the main of cellars,
sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics,
and pantries faced away from the sun.
That country whose people are autumn
people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
Whose people passing at night on the
empty walks sound like rain." Ray Bradbury, October Country |
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Clinton and Dole to debate future of republic like Beavis and
Butthead discussing cryptology policy courtesy Viacom and National Security
Agency. Pablo Vitale Rodriquez with crushed hands unable to articulate
inability to pull trigger. Hungry Rothschild catapulted from laundry setting
Credit Lyonnais sucking Elysee francs and White House accepting delivery
of Gennifer fleurs de mal through secret Treasury tunnel, while fearing
blow blow-up at Clarion Inn surrounded by praetorian Bassett hounds. The
gorey interment of dead sister becoming tobacco field fertilizer. The
doleful sound of falling Cali cartel profits brightened by escalation of
drug war. Jack nimble, Jack quick, Jack romp with young boys in locker
room videotape not creation of Roy Cohn. Synchronicity of invading alien
locust life on Mars nibbling Morris moribund toes. Livingstone unlocking
FBI files with dead Foster car keys. Hillary rolling in feedlot futures
finding cow patties perfumed by rosewhitewater. OPIC pursuing profit in
funneled FOB funds. Stephens the boatman skimming froth of worthy nation
in mutual benefit while stuffing barb-wired corpses down capped oil wells.
FBI masturbating over TWA debris evoking visions of mechanical failure.
Dotty DOT stopping Dallas trucks eating Fritos and humble pie. Syrian
blackness illuminated by Stinger sparkler. Tucker turning over Mena docs
while security lies in lawyer lies. Queen for a day on King show finding
showered affection from cellmates not to liking. Two-hundred page packets
pummeling politician pocketbooks provoking pusillanimous peregrination from
posh to parsimony. Bank account go bye-bye call me Nunn because I get none.
Angel of Death dog Blackie knowing what to do to drug-dealing bush with
black boy carrying missiles from China to Saudi. Number One fearing
effeminate holes in backside bowing to pre-election pressure. Backdoor
software promising bushwhacking of banking buckaroos. Meth lab Michael
ricocheting Walsh waves satellite way. Seal sealing Swiss secret accounts
in car vault. Sir Lancelot sent by helicopter boy bearing soapy gifts and
money bags saying no letter fifty percent of politics lying anyway. Alphabet
bombs--Iran Iraq IRA I3 thugs finding loose chink in amor armor. Sounds of
sweet sixteen soothing wingtipped white socked Day's Inn devil cats. Brown
diverting donations and deviating from straight and narrow into high
mountainside. Mossad taking AIM at CIA coke story and Leach consultant
draining blood from Mena probe. Bibi receiving chaotic comeuppance of
megalomaniac brain tunnel. Heartless Yeltsen seeing harvest moon eclipse
of power. New York Times denying surprise, denying sunrise, saying Moonies
made of greased cheeseburger. Gore not Clinton ruling out pardon, while
third in line Gingrich going back to school. The shadow hovering in the
darkness whispering--what? Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, daruber muss
man schweigen.
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