Protein Squinting

What’s the use?

Don’t dismay!  The structure of amino acids will help you infer!

                Determined by the sequence from different species, like primates, like bacteria, 2 proteins can perform the same function, an evolutionary relationship? An evolutionary relationship! The implication of this individual functional unit we find in nature, complex sequencing, beyond its normal function, pro-proteins, an extra sequence, like glycosylation, or a cell that says ‘no’ outside the cytoplasm, like an anti-body, recognition? Edman degradation fragments indirectly, routinely sequence, rapidly, DNA, decode into the protein sequence.  Reiteration, if the functional sequence spits out initially, can we tell post translationally?  Some side-chains cannot be changed at the end of the day, you can still check by mass spectrometry if this is ‘good enough.’ The Gene, The Proteome, the functional aspect of the nucleic acid, the origin.

                Nature acts to protect us.

              

                Stimulating anti-body production (get-away-from-me)

                The epitope is the part of the protein sequence that is going to represent the antibody, politically.

             

   Heavy-chain, light-chain, everything is covalent, produced from 4 separate polypeptide chains, the tertiary structure, a why-like shape, it doesn’t function in recognition at all, it helps the binding interaction take place.  Zoom in on that structure so you can see where it binds.  Red and Blue chains, both peptides are present in this domain, my FAV.  Flexible domains have more than two events take place. How do we make use? Immunity? We can form risky antibodies in your own rabbit, Polly Clonal. The rabbit (Polly) gets injected as you were once boosted.

We don’t know what’s appropriate.

Nature can do this efficiently.

The antibodies are built up in Polly’s blood. Higher-order species have developed many efficiencies.  Centrifuge serum, anti-serum, anti-bodies, all anti-gens to which Polly’s been exposed, they just exist there, figure that out.  Pictured up here are Polly Clonal’s rabbit anti-bodies, differently colored epitopes, red triangles, blue squares, green circles, a non-uniform (racemic) mixture, heterogeneity, why would we use these?

Pictured down here are Mona Clonal’s antibodies.  We’ve selected one predictable dose and response with different affinity. Most cells that produce antibodies have a very short lifetime.

Cancerous yeasts are immortal.  They don’t die.

Multiple myeloma is what we take advantage of.

We generate Polly Clonal’s antibodies, red cells, these will die, these (others) live, hybrids…Just blue, just red, blue and red together, the hybridoma cell line, one type of DNA, one type of antibody.  Polly Clonal is different from Mona Clonal.

Why do we care?

We can make use of precise analytical or preparatory chemistry, very small amounts, quantification, a read-out, fluorescence spectroscopy, affinity tag, the way that would work: a column format chromatography. Detection fits in with tracing.

E.L.I.S.A.: Enzyme-Linked ImmunoSorbent Assay.

The connection between enzyme and an antibody.

Signal detection? Tracer enzyme. Link. Better. Smaller. Direct. Backwards. If it sticks, we have a catalyst. Schematically what’s happening? Red dots are antigen, stuck to the walls of the vessel. Wash. Introduce antibodies. Wash. Introduce enzyme. Wash. Use the laser-dick. (A lot of steps are required to get it up.  That’s why we have designed Elisa. She’s good to us. She’s easy. Routine. Less work.  Sold easily. My precious…) Sandwich Elisa, she recognizes 2 antibodies, same antigen.  Make an elaborate assay, spectral readout, western blotting liked to electrophoresis (SDS-PAGE). You think that one of these bands is a specific protein? Radioactivity tag/auto-radiogram or Elisa, or fluorescence can also be used. That’s it for antibodies.

Cubans are pretty good synthetic chemists.  Not as good as nature. Nature puts out (more than Cubans?). But you can play tricks on nature that nature doesn’t do, unnatural substitutions. Synthetic peptides, short stretches of proteins can be made in a day, like a plant function, formylly, with Formylmethionine.  Higher-order mammalian (live-birthing teet sucker) cells intentionally make polypeptides. Vasopressin. ADH. Increase or decrease urination? Whatever’s functionally useful! Induce for treatment, roses full of loaded thorns. Desamino (take away) remove N term, split. We can do tricks like this to what was otherwise a natural material.

“Quaedam remedia graviora sunt quam ipsa pericula.” – Seneca

(Certain remedies are more grievous than the dangers themselves)

Scio a Carmene

We do well always and everywhere to give You thanks and praise for the glory of His church, who laid the groundwork for the form designs (icons) Whose window blueprint a glory box with radio antennae for a cross on a steeple.  Redress the graves of those who went before us to increase the rates of rolling corpses there, in the system, and thus calculate the rates of disapproval against the binary standard by the invisible Hand of the proper authorities who properly sort papers, action amended.

Persistent in perpetuity, the lucrative species evokes the necessary responses requisite to form desired outcomes. ‘Cause loyalty to the institutional standard that derives power through obfuscation filters, a CREAMy crust that forms on the surface. Erratic logic diagrams of binary log (decision-making prefrontal cortex) of peaks and troughs, signs of logically low posits of uncertainty.

“’Say at last – who art thou?’
‘That Power I serve
Which wills forever evil
Yet does forever good.’”

Goethe, Faust, from Bulgakov, M., The Master and Margarita.

The phrase ‘hooked up’ is an urban colloquialism that comes from the Christian notion of Jesus being a ‘fisher of men,’ and thus, there comes an appreciation for being caught in a net presence of divinity. In science, however, the calque comes from ‘Hooke’s Law,’ which creates dual meaning, wherein the body being acted upon is being upwardly elevated not as from a force from above, but being pulled from a force from below.  The alternate urban notion to having been ‘hooked up’ follows the physical notion of having been ‘sprung,’ wherein the body achieves the physical state of achieving upward mobility in an imagined sense, psychologically associated with an object used to ‘get high.’ Furthermore, in the Christian sense of the word, the alternate position achieved by the body put in motion has an indefinite recurrence to its former position (pendulously), whereas the use of the sense of the word derived from physics presupposes a repositioning due to gravity or some other form of periodicity inherent in the mechanistic act, (where the body having been sprung upwards is sure to fall). Thus comes confusion arising from the religious sense of belief based on orthodoxy (‘right belief’) and the scientific sense of the phrase that is based on method or habit, viz. orthopraxy (‘right action’).  What is the science of ascension?  (Quantum rockets.)

Time is Chaos: We're all Doomed!

All quotes from Spengler, O. from The Decline of the West.

“Yellow and red, on the other hand, the colours of nearness, the popular colours, are associated with the brass timbre, the effect of which is corporeal often to the point of vulgarity.” P133

“Astonishment at alien motion is the source of religion and physics both; respectively, they are the elucidations of Nature (world-around) by the soul and by the reason. The ‘powers’ are the first object both of fearful or loving reverence and of critical investigation.  There is a religious experience and a scientific experience.” P200

“The outcome of a Numen is a Deus, the outcome of a notion is an idea…Every myth of the great style stands at the beginning of an awakening spirituality…” p201

“The Roman felt that the claim Yahweh to be recognized as sole God had something atheistic in it.  One God, for him, was no God, and to this may be ascribed the strong dislike of popular feeling, both Greek and Roman, for the philosophers insofar as they were pantheists and godless. Gods are bodies, of the highest type, and plurality was an attribute of bodies alike for mathematicians, lawyers, and poets.” P203

“All these deities more and more came to be felt as a single numen, though the adherents of a particular cult would believe that they in particular knew the numen in its true shape. Hence it is that Isis could be spoken of as the ‘million-named.’ Hitherto, names had been the designations of so many gods different in body and locality; now they are titles of the One whom every man has in mind.” P206

“That this ‘force’ of ‘energy’ is really a numen stiffened into a concept (and in nowise the result of scientific experience) is shown by the often overlooked fact that the basic principle known as the First Law of Thermodynamics says nothing whatever about the nature of energy, and it is properly speaking an incorrect (though psychologically significant) assumption that the idea of the ‘conservation of energy’ is part of it. Experimental measurement can in the nature of things only establish a number, which we (significantly, again) named work. But the dynamical cast of our thought demanded that this should be conceived as a difference of energy, although the absolute value of energy is only a figment and can never be rendered by a definite number.” P210

“All that has happened on the way from Newton to Faraday – or from Berkeley to Mill – is that the religious deed-idea has been replaced by the irreligious work-idea.” P212

“When Nietzsche wrote down the phrase ‘transvaluation of all values’ for the first time, the spiritual movement of the centuries in which we are living found at last its formula.  Transvaluation of all values is the most fundamental character of every civilization. For it is the beginning of a Civilization that it remoulds all the forms of the Culture that went before, understands them otherwise, practices them in a different way. It begets no more, but only reinterprets, and herein lies the negativities common to all periods of this character. It assumes that the genuine act of creation has already occurred, and merely enters upon an inheritance of big actualities.” P181-2

“Culture and Civilization – the living body of a soul and the mummy of it.”

“Only a sick man feels his limbs.”

“As soon as life is fatigued, as soon as a man is put on to the artificial soil of great cities – which are intellectual worlds to themselves – and needs a theory in which suitably to present Life to himself, morale turns into a problem… It had become necessary to discover, to invent or squeeze into form, as a rule of being, that which was no longer anchored in instinct; and at this point therefore begin the civilized ethics that are no longer the reflection of Life but the reflection of Knowledge upon Life.” P183

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                All of my belongings, my indelibly ascertained objects of management ideals strewn efficiently in a blinking bucket for all-time’s sake. So current it’s almost predictive of the future status of things as they lie. Lying blinking inert.

                The albino horrorshow freak, face all mouth, no eyes. There was a time when I canvassed forests, mountain ponds, and hours of walking trail; back when? Back before the freak roamed. Much like the freak, whose judgment is blind and whose punishment is swift if he sniffs out a couple campers unawares in a pitch tent making whoopee racket when the freak upends the polyester from the terpene tarpaulin and tin stakes and sends a camper rolling back down whatever height climbed to get there, short way to the bottom, rock, tree, and then down the gaping wet white maw that is the albino’s mouth all slobbery for sapiens. Man’s knowledge of the freak extends all the way back to the Garden whence Adam tamed it and named it Gary.  Gary et apples from a particular tree that gave Gary an appealing reek, ponderously from the very fruit he consumed. Adam had leashed Gary the freak to the forbidden tree where he maintained happily blind and tethered. The fruit from the tree was known as Gary’s fruit, not simply because Gary ate from the tree, but because Gary ate whatever or whosoever haplessly gobbled the possessive apples in his sleep.  Whatever ate from the tree would subsequently produce a signature scent with which the freak associated his appetite. Gary would loosen himself and sometimes run a marathon in pursuit of whatever creature was unfortunate enough to nibble its way into Gary’s grove. Gary mostly feasted on worms, boogers, and apples, until one day…

Sun Tzuzaphones converse.
Terror: an advanced state of panic.
Terrorist: a vertiginous construction worker.
Terrorism: a monument dedicated to the panicking.
Skyscraper: Long-term scaffolding.

Dissenter to the Times Literal translation pled ignorance to knowing antennae stations of the cross with syntactic religious iconoodles executing smellings alt. Delete screen with me falling asleep in front of it.

“Since Newton, the assumption of constant mass – the counterpart of constant force – has had uncontested validity. But the quantum theory of Planck, and the conclusions of Niels Bohr therefrom as to the fine structures of atoms, which experimental experience had rendered necessary, have destroyed this assumption. Every self-contained system possesses, besides kinetic energy, an energy of radiant heat which is inseparable from it and therefore cannot be represented purely by the concept of mass. For if mass is defined by living energy it is ipso facto no longer constant with reference to thermodynamic state. Nevertheless, it is impossible to fit the theory of quanta into the group of hypotheses constituting the ‘classical’ mechanics of the Baroque; moreover, along with the principle of causal continuity, the basis of the Infinitesimal Calculus founded by Newton and Leibniz is threatened. But, if these are serious enough doubts, the ruthlessly cynical hypothesis of the Relativity theory strikes to the very heart of dynamics. Supported by the experiments of A.A. Michelson, which showed that the velocity of light remains unaffected by the motion of the medium, and prepared mathematically by Lorentz and Minkowski, its specific tendency is to destroy the notion of absolute time. Astronomical discoveries (and here present-day scientists are seriously deceiving themselves) can neither establish nor refute it. ‘Correct’ and ‘incorrect’ are not the criteria whereby such assumptions are to be tested; the question is whether, in the chaos of involved and artificial ideas that have been produced by the innumerable hypotheses of Radioactivity and Thermodynamics, it can hold its own as a useable hypothesis or not. But however this may be, it has abolished the constancy of those physical quantities into the definition of which time has entered, and unlike the antique statics, the Western dynamics knows only such quantities.” p419

Jungian Sidewinder Durations, Ornaments, and Imitations

Oil, essentially, hedges bets that engine size and aromatic output will make big cities smell like French whores before long car-dicks compete for the stinkiest automotive necessity for fucking.  Guilt is wastefulness, the feeling that overcomes the binged spirit, if only it weren’t ad encouraged to binge on commercial things!  Spoiled children feel rebellious and act lazily.  Tanning sidewinder feeling/sensing Jungian law, radiating the Sun of this world below gets the wrong idea about Omar Rodriguez Lopez, General Schwarzkopf, and non sequiturs.  “Do not, I beg you, look for anything behind phenomena,” Goethe, from Decline of the West, Spengler, O. p84. “They are themselves their own lesson.” Denial of my own Jungian intuition takes me outside the red zone, another football Sunday brain scrape. I’m imagining contusions in running wonder pads.  Rhetorical cynicism silences what was never there to begin with, and from nothingness, disbelief suggest zee polish antithesis, a cleansing.  In situ machine errands spin me, describing a sentient clock ticking, tocking, or cycling?

                What is not good?  That which is open to debate (‘that’s rhetorical!’).  High-demand serum, high-potency essencier (attuned to the local freakwensee) that the local freak went to see, attuned to the particle vector vibrations, nose all atweek.  Feel-good ways blast awhile before regularity claims subservience, nowowned by me, completely fragmentary to debate, taking both sides, seeing Janus, possessing and being possessed, giving and taking, no apologies, we all strive for our own perfection, even if it be at the hands of another (et tu…?)  Interference…thoughts…feelings…action necessitates…

   

             Christmas durations adorn a Douglas Fir, decorated especially for the 25^th imitation of the December imitations, desinence (“termination or ending; as in the final line of a verse”).  What luxury for the worth of sacrificial ideals? What slaughter, what umbrage would abdicate duration of loss-leadership?  Hard-heart distillation, off with the head, keep a little tail for complexity, aging potential.

               Go on, Tight-face, you emotionless, detached wad, you easy reader.  La fin du monde, celebrating civilization’s end, my New Year conflict resolution, tomorrow’s ornament, imitation, mirror modification.  ‘“I’m afraid,” she whispers. “Everything. My face in the mirror—when I was a child, they said not to look in the mirror too often or I’d see the Devil behind the glass…and…” glancing back at the white-flowered mirror behind them, “we have to cover it, please, can’t we cover it…that’s where they…especially at night—“’ Pynchon, T. Gravity’s Rainbow, p444.

               Who’s baby?  Whose interpretation?  How can I get through to her, especially at night, surrounded by cats, the Devil’s intermediaries, walking in her father’s footsteps, blind, smarting...

                Meanwhile, I run around photographing fall forgiveness, a rainbow in the sky, hoping to capture God’s abstract sense of humor, aperture gaping, making a change to make it seem as though there had been no change.  What is Forever maintaining?  Keeping it up… I pledge allegiance to a ghost in the night under covers.  I maintain there’s nothing I could know for Thomas’ sake.  Damned if you know, blessed if you don’t.  Hell, my primary education, kindergarten, where I lay smack.  Bully Bestoy, racing marbles, who’s first?  There can be only one in series and sequential imitations.  Dusty dreams, old saws, my problematic wing, more garments, more pests (pestilences, I think, they want me dead).  The sacerdotal mass debater, objection homily, on encouraging differences, schisms, leaving behind hot Aryans.

                

112815 who are you?

Who is my audience?  What is an audience?  A people who hear!  In this medium, who read?  What does read mean?  Read: come again?  Like readmission, ‘let me in again!’  I remember this one time at Brown when I got kicked out of a Santigold Spring concert because I wanted to go from the quad to grab my flask, but the gatekeepers were like, ‘no readmission!’ and I’m like ‘are you high too? This is Brown University, educational institution, and isn’t reading your mission?’ I grabbed a fistful of tickets from the stub bucket and took off running, but I wasn’t about to get lost, so I was escorted out. “You’re outta here!” I remember this one lady in a yellow staff jacket saying like a baseball umpire as I went back out the gate, and there I was alone in upper Providence killing time.  Oh well.  I got my rum.  Early mushroom memories. 

To answer my own question, reading was not their mission that day, it was to secure borders.  (Borders® is a funny name for a bookstore, shouldn’t it be Borderless?)  I understand we are all working in a closed system, necessarily, for the physical laws of conservation of energy to work as scientists know them.  Am I the only one who doesn’t want to get physical?  Let’s not get rough.  Meanwhile my hair’s thinning.  But why should I care about what anyone else thinks when people don’t care about what I think?  I used to be a trendsetter.  It was all a trick.  It was a mind game.  War crime mines destroy gams.  Why would anyone manufacture mines and who else would bury mines for their intended use?  Under duress I could understand, but who wants to expose another to duress?  Ask Duracell I guess.  Min-D cup Gams blow up, doll.  This is what I think, like Jane’s Addiction, that Sex is Violent! (Admit it, Ted).   Who’s Ted?  Says Dave, “See, I brought a vibrator for my girlfriend in a sex shop in New Orleans on the way to a sound check. I was showing it to somebody--"Look what I bought!"--and I turned it on about a foot away from the pickup. It went "Neeeowrr!" It was the coolest thing I ever heard. I Velcro it to the side of my amp and use it for "Ted, Just Admit It" waving it all over the pickups with the echo and wah going.” Guitar Player, 1991.  Who doesn’t love a good vibrator story? Useful too, audience!

One problem I have is that I have all this old shit writing from the past eight years saved up and I suppose that’s called hoarding.  I want to get rid of most of it now.  Much of it is tied to not particularly good memories, like this one lonely memory of crapping into a plastic bag because I had diarrhea from taking three antibiotics for chlamydia and my roommate who let me sleep on the floor of his high-rise apartment occupied the bathroom so I had no other choice.  Bury me with it.  I passed this test of being to think rationally on the spot and solve a problem I had never been exposed to before the time-limit expired and my friend made an embarrassing discovery, and really what would the consequence be?  That I’d have to hear about it for as long as I knew this friend, as a competitive male, this type of information is not to be kept confidentially, and I really hate redundancy, even though I often live it in action, not in imagination.  And although this piece of fecal history resurfaces, this is the first admission.

The Lord of Fuck understands the risks.  There are some dirty, cheap whores out there who want it in the ass for Five Guys.  That’s how good those burgers are.  I was only horny the first time, but she was horny all the times.  It may not have been what I wanted, but it was what I needed in retrospect. I was looking for a dirty, cheap whore, and in another way I was a DCW myself, but that’s not the way it was in my mind when I approached the situation.  I hadn’t conceived of a world in which love was to be so toxic before, but this was because of phallic hubris.  I didn’t think! I was drunk! I was a willful idiot!  Thinking highly of myself, despite lust, an animal nature.  I thought ‘lust for life’ was supposed to be a good thing, but I’m just discovering that entire concept is based on a fruity Iggy Pop song and an old moving portrait of Van Gogh by Kirk Douglas.  ‘I’m not your audience!’ through denial!  What does the Lord of Fuck understand?  Don’t drop the bowling ball!  It’s Saturday!  

30th Birthday Playlist!

Modern Media!

Movies:

Big Eyes

Caterpillar

Detroit Rock City

Willow Creek

Creep

The Atomic Cafe

Emerald Forest

They Live

Music:

Robert Hunter songs

David Lee Roth – California Girls

Atlas Sound

Panda Bear – Person Pitch

El Guincho

Diane Coffee

Nada Surf

Radarada

Violent Femmes – Add it Up

The Internet – Ego Death

Grimes – Art Angels

Words:

Cartouche – a hieroglyphic oval with a horizontal line at one end.

Tai-gi-tu – Symbol for the concept of Yin and Yang

Book:

Woman on the Edge of Time

Artist:

Julia Fullerton-Batten

Simple Movie Idea:

Carpool: A collective group of friends, semi-environmentalists, and semi-hitchhikers set in various cars, bars, and cafes.  Just trying to get places in no real rush.

Places:

Tonga Room – San Francisco

The House on Garibaldi Street

App:

Periscope

Talk Radio:

Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me – George Clinton

Ancient Architect:

Bramante

Modern Artists:

Nash
Klee
Mondrian

Shazams:

The Rapture – House of Jealous Lovers

Joanna Newsom – Sapokanikan

Kurt Vile – Pretty Pimpin

Peter Gabriel – Games Without Frontiers

ROXY MUSIC – Love is the Drug

Big Sugar – Turn the Lights On

Dirty Projectors – Gun Has No Trigger

My Morning Jacket – In Its Infancy

Made Violent – Two Tone Hair

Chvrches – Keep You on My Side

The Bird and the Bee – Will you Dance?

Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott – The Moulding of a Fool

The Bamboos – Black Foot

Galactic DRAGNs and Future Taboo

Addiction compartmentalized, set and setting aside time to make the chemical shift recovery of a precessing gyroscope nutating off to Death’s cousin.

Big bangers smash the “prevailing cosmological model that describes the early development of the Universe,” against the alternate, Infinite Universe Theory / Continuous Creation Theology / or Steady State (politics), inspired in the “Dead of the Night” (1945), that blackbody redshifting away (or blueshifting towards) ab-ad infinitum, faithfully, passionately, and most importantly, without compromise, 3C 321 smiteth the DRAGN with the same oldness problem which I have a (Grand Unified Theory) GUT feeling started in the Gutenberg Galaxy with the formless potential of Anaximander.

The currency of expression, opposed to the current metric of productivity, also, “an opposite to the state of chaos, that of cosmos” (DotW p47) incontrovertible control, maintenance awake behind the wheel, and situationally aware? (I want you to be here but you’re not, you are haunting, ghosting, and white striping.) Anglo sentiments live within incontrovertible security locks, but are balding, fearful, yet strikingly aggressive when the guard’s guard is down, in the company of blood, or when there’s an opening, (a god to disrespect).  Becoming the proof which lies in the recesses of superstitious human thought, our mathematical make-up, our subconscious backdrop, what we’re supposed to do, how we’re supposed to look.  Follow instruction and master emotion or refute discipline and undermine your own true intentions, a hurricane in a teacup, a narcotic prognostication, future taboo.  Honi soit qui mal y pense.  “The highest to which man can attain, is wonder; and if the prime phenomenon makes him wonder, let him be content; nothing higher can it give him, and nothing further should he seek for behind it; here is the limit” (DotW p72) (“…the prime phenomenon is that in which the idea of becoming is presented net.”)

                With a head full of heedless security, not thinking about death, but the great West Egg/East Egg debate (new money vs. old), with a funny frying pan for a wife, and his luck from the presses, he wakes up with a hard-on he doesn’t know what to do with.  His wife, the old hamburger patty, repels, so he puts his muscles to work clearing the evacuation routes, make way for 7am traffic, 12/22/12, by shoveling the driveway of first powder.  Conservation of energy would suggest that he simply plow his wife, but he really likes his muffin, and he knows that the best things in life you have to purchase, family capital ‘F’.

                The Russian does not fight Capital; he does not understand it…a people which should have lived for many generations more without history was forced into a false and artificial history of which the soul of Old Russia was incapable… the Russian has freed himself from Western Economy. To him, thinking in terms of money is a sin…The sword is victorious over Money, the Master Will defeats the Plunderer Will.

                Money is for the man who knows not what he wishes to obtain.  What to watch? What to eat? Lasagna or quiche?  Why not both? What games are on? What games could we play? (Teikei?)

“Hateful Haiku”

Hate the referee

Who hates reading the rulebook.

Hate makes history.

                The problems many are possessed by, such as being in a way in which many celebrate the holidays through the giving of possessions produced by machines, efficient decision-making through Mecca, Morocco, and other markets.  If it weren’t for hate, nothing would get done…presumably, presumably I have to do something in order to live, but I have nothing to do but this corrupted poetry, mutated verse, and perverted refrain.  If the skies can open, so can I! As it is, I’m frozen inside my robes from the outside winter and I wish I had a retail flamethrower so that I could melt my future and run my present on coal.   “The machine forces the entrepreneur not less than the workman to obedience. Our unlimited need to serve, to follow, to honour someone, true as a dog, blind in belief in spite of all obstacles.”

I AM CLEPSYDRA ENTELECHY!!**the perfected water clock

                “What is important in life is life and not a result of life” (Goethe, from DotW p16).  If I had thought for a second that I could have died and kept on living the same way I was with her, I would have.  Fact is, self-preservation sympathetically catalyzes the strong to fight and the weak to flight.  Minute intellects regret life, romanticizing death’s door-to-door delivery service, sympathetic to the fight of the strong and to the plight of the weak, pity.  On the front porch in a rocking-chair, rocking a double-barreled shotgun to threaten the scalawag slyboot off mutton choppin’ like some blessed kike on Christmas wondering what it’d’ve been like to get it all at once, (What’s mine is hours, Eureka!).

                “Now! Mother.” stomped Shirley Temple’s brat form in black gloss shoes, white stockings, a princess dress, and a pink tiara, wanting her little pony in the worst way possible.  Goodie two shoes depravity, a comedian torments her cute curly-haired sensibilities to give her a good cry.  Lip smack, shrugs, like “What can I do?” making a waitress of a table-turner without the wit to retort.  Eating scum-sucking catfish for the price of heat, fever forever, homoeothermic half-shark, half-human, skin like alligator, at home with heroine and, ubi bene, ibi patria. 

                “A small number of superior heads, whose names are very likely not the best known, settle everything, while below them are the great mass of second-rate politicians-rhetors, tribunes, deputies, journalists – selected through a provincially conceived franchise to keep alive the illusion of popular self-determination.” (DotW p27) “Where there are no facts, sentiment rules.” (p30)

                The tequila mockingbird parvenu was a racy wonton dog, an animorphous mass of swiftly contested celebrity.  The punisher and the angel who loves punishment, naughty girl, the monster in the cherry blossoms, she glides though scenes, musing feelings, not screaming, although that would be a nice finish, bemused. Ender’s Jacuzzi, Pocono college beverage joint, perhaps Piggy the butcher would have appreciated more, loved more, wanted more, looking forward to the next rush, pushing the limits of cognition, memory, and memorability.  Ender’s mender, o so tender (cat soup, meat without wonder) Itchy + scratchy yellow-headed functionality, family tune din to a talking girl with her perky nub who positions bed knobs, polo painting scenes, and Libra balances with gold leaf, copper ceilings, baby, out at the club like a seal in the laser lit macabre, light glistening off blood glistening off silk sheets. Still strangely sensual without her facilities, hers was a history of having had not-not, oh yeah.

DotW stands for Oswald Spengler’s The Decline of the the West, (1922).