Hearing voices,
adjust the levels,
cut the bass free,
feather treble,
moving spaces,
torsioned faces,
whisper to me
words of true speak,
but why am I the
one who can see
the five cornered
room lit devils,
the split goat gates and
quartered angels,
shadows of souls and
bone gut rainbows?
Can't you taste the
air breathed to your face
when they lie astride you?
Hide your eyes
from the whisper, the cries,
retreat to the music
inside you.
original works of parts
Matters of Science
The movement is still in the concept stage,
a work of fine machining and
three dimensional poly plastic laser printing.
The mock ups have been shaved in clay and
were very well reviewed
by the finance committee and the board for
environmental safety.
Clearance for human testing is
a matter of course and capital for the production run
is but a matter of source.
Already it is a shoe in
for every major engineering award and
there will be no public offering so I'd like to get you
in on the ground floor
for the beta flight of the first battery
because "world changing" will be an
eventuality.
You see, testing a hug
as powerful as this and collecting data points
on how fast the heat it generates grows
inside a human body can't be done
with a lick of reliability
from a laboratory or half empty home,
so I'm asking you
as a matter of science
to put your digits on this bar napkin and
do your part in remaking the known
limits of limbs a thing of the past.
If I didn't think the consequences
were massive enough to touch off
a new epoch for the human race
I would not be here with this request
in search of someone to push
the test's next step
at an hour come so late.
a work of fine machining and
three dimensional poly plastic laser printing.
The mock ups have been shaved in clay and
were very well reviewed
by the finance committee and the board for
environmental safety.
Clearance for human testing is
a matter of course and capital for the production run
is but a matter of source.
Already it is a shoe in
for every major engineering award and
there will be no public offering so I'd like to get you
in on the ground floor
for the beta flight of the first battery
because "world changing" will be an
eventuality.
You see, testing a hug
as powerful as this and collecting data points
on how fast the heat it generates grows
inside a human body can't be done
with a lick of reliability
from a laboratory or half empty home,
so I'm asking you
as a matter of science
to put your digits on this bar napkin and
do your part in remaking the known
limits of limbs a thing of the past.
If I didn't think the consequences
were massive enough to touch off
a new epoch for the human race
I would not be here with this request
in search of someone to push
the test's next step
at an hour come so late.
baseball 3
Don't hold your breath.
Your focus will be
in the space between your ribs
and your gut if you do.
Snap your hips square and drive
the ball with your penis,
or for the women,
your ghost penis.
When you're doing it right,
when your muscles aren't fighting
each other and you
vibrate like a tuning fork and
sound that splintering note as cleanly,
the barrel of the bat
will make a sound like a struck match
against open air.
Whatever heat
the pitcher turns on you
will be extinguished
in the charge
you put into the ball
like nitroglycerin
to the base of an oil well and
instead of sprinting the 90 to first
like a man on fire,
you can stop midway and
make a wish on that contrailed,
red laced, sunray white, leather bound comet.
Your focus will be
in the space between your ribs
and your gut if you do.
Snap your hips square and drive
the ball with your penis,
or for the women,
your ghost penis.
When you're doing it right,
when your muscles aren't fighting
each other and you
vibrate like a tuning fork and
sound that splintering note as cleanly,
the barrel of the bat
will make a sound like a struck match
against open air.
Whatever heat
the pitcher turns on you
will be extinguished
in the charge
you put into the ball
like nitroglycerin
to the base of an oil well and
instead of sprinting the 90 to first
like a man on fire,
you can stop midway and
make a wish on that contrailed,
red laced, sunray white, leather bound comet.
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