The reversibility of Regina reigned over nothing … since Nothing was rummaging in my ears … back and forth … and Regina was long gone with no rewind in sight. … But I, named Vernon, 0-0 Vernon the Not Vanquished, Hoped. … Haply Hoped, hoped to have … but having Not, withered in restless Weather. … Storm clouds brewed over coffee, then I spat it out. … Likened looseness with livers, those personal pistons of previews. … The faraway frat boys froze into freemasons … frantically calling out to the other men’s mothers.
Voting rights for Vermont virgins, a pool of players castigated on iron boards. … Lightning quickness, flexing the palm of hand to change the channel. … Flip your flight to the next show. Voting ballots decrease pleasure. Ah, yes, the airlines of aerospace. … Star Trek re-runs. I hated being called a Trekkie, but liked the shows. … I’ve seen all the episodes, All. … Perhaps while watching Start Trek and nothing else … this to beat with certainty the non-ringing of the telephone.
Watch Star Trek only, don’t change the channel … don’t change the diapers of the mind, and, damn if it turns to cold dirt, dirty mud, dirty mind, dirty diapers … Regina will call during Trek triplets turnaround. … Turn, turn, turn. In a circle, so not really moving. Parked. Placed. Placid. … Unmoved and Parked. Positioned. … There. Yes. Don’t move. … A muscle. A minute.
Simple Solution, not the Final Solution … but something close to the third or fourth. … The old Star Trek episodes ran out of room, so the Next Generation altered the scene in the living room. … A fly never went away and always seemed to land on my left shoulder. Saints severed their serenity. … Severity swam in a thousand pounds of salsa, salt-air notwithstanding nostrils.
Within the domain of the fourth Next Generation episode, queers quacked and the fly flew into an ear lobe. … Thought I heard a duck quack, or a doctor … during a dream, but what did in fact wake me up from sleepy silver slumber was the same old fly. … I screamed and shouted and thought I was under attack by a swarm of bees, wasps, hornets, deer flies, horse flies, dragon flies, but it was the fly from before and the fly from before only.
Seeing the time and somehow finding a way to calm down, I salvaged a sewer … saw it was 3:42am, then went back to sleep on the sofa. … Mercury mentioned Mars to the Moon, but Moon bases were in high regard only in Mantua. … I lived and breathed and coughed and slept and ate in a small one bedroom apartment in Mid-City, close to La Brea Ave. and Washington Blvd. … Crack Whores, Crack Pimps, Crack Pipes, Cracks in Crevices, Cracked Teeth, Cracked Hearts and Cracked Heads littered the loose change on every street corner, every evangelical elastic, every second step.
I hated my neighborhood … reminded myself to remind myself every morning. Look, Vernon, I thought to myself as I looked at myself in the mirror, in my bathroom, in my mind. … What matters, I continued to mutter to my minstrel mind, what matters are not the Moose. They will be shot for the holidays. … Mice and Men and Moose get shot
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