he pointed to the patch on his shoulder and
—The dog is the chief navigator, ready to explore, to scout, with his swift legs, or to use his keen eyes and nose to decipher the route forward. He is normally quite reserved but before they left, the compound, he volunteered, in a tearful private speech, to risk any danger that the mission be a success. He is white and russet and dark brown, he looks like an old potato going rotten under the sink.
—The boar or warthog is the muscle and the conservative, who will keep discipline among the varied members as well as keep them from exploring / adventuring needlessly. He is a hard boar, hard of soul, of hair, of noggin, of personality, just hard throughout. He is black and his fur is so coarse that it hurts to pet him. That's just the way he likes it, though.
—The snake is the genius and the scientist for the mission. Any specimens will be stored inside of its enormous digestive apparatus and analyzed later at the laboratories. More than the others, it is difficult to control because he escapes so quickly and easily, and can curl up into tight places that none of the other team members can fit within; this is also one of his greatest strengths, because there will be plenty of tight squeezes in the next few days. Nobody knows if it is a boy or a girl. It is pretty much green.
her hooked foot
through the open peak
one hooked nail
held on a notch
too big a prize and there I fucked it and lost is
another name for pleasure
the end of her wing
beats barely flying home
thumbs in the small notches
between the teeth
L I V I N G I N T H E C O N T E M P O R A R Y I S B O R I N G Y O U A R E A L L B O R I N G Y O U D O N T D O A N Y T H I N G
“remember acronyms, initialisms
come into widespread english use
through the us army and the us army
are wrong, no or that origin is
their meaning, didn’t that either,
I am going to use shame to keep
you from something ugly, and what
I can’t do, no power to, is
gesture barely enough, you notice.
What is distinct about the American, is that he flies so carefully. He expresses his rule-bound character, he does not think that the plane will fly if he sins against the airplane manual! But, it is important to know that he makes his planes in this way, with himself in mind. You or I take control of the plane, we will plummet! We will risk for an instant, we will forget only one button, we will plummet! This is another example of how ideology reproduces itself within you.
First one, then another breeze, passed Rodeo Gal.
It thundered and when it thunders from below,
the air presses upward and Rodeo and Martell
the whale feel the press, up like a bloom, and densities shift.
stopping once back on earth, since seven years,
she has rode and flown on the back of Martell, since
seven years, she and that whale Martell were
modified, to be made fit to fly in the air,
since seven years and still she can feel her brain
become unsettled at the disturbance in the air,
she watches as it will coast through explanatory
and our banner
my friends your eyes
red and black and white
blood and nothing and nothing
nothing but blood and force
Posted by 그랜트 at 18:19
This is a bad pun. Seoul has soul music, so it is conceivable to advertise "Seoul Soul Music", there isn't a need to cross out soul. At the same time, "Seoul Music" is not the clear genre distinction that "soul music" is, because all Korean music is effectively "Seoul Music". It is uninformative. Were it a more fully accomplished pun, it might have taken something to do with the inversion of hierarchies of experience that declared "soul music" the music of the heart and everything else an inauthenticity, but there doesn't seem here to be a consideration of authenticities either.
Bad, borderline sociopathic pun. Ben Johnson narcissistically uses "Seoul" as a metonym for the 1988 Seoul Olympics and the 1988 Seoul Olympics as a metonym for his getting caught using steroids after breaking the 100m record there. This turns Seoul into the dark negative from which the positive, Soul, blossoms.
Posted by 그랜트 at 00:30
Ominous Tree on the way to the haunted asylum
Walk up spooky path
Climbing the walls!
They've welded the bed springs over the doors
Sunset in the mad kingdom
Graffito scratched in the cement with fingernails perhaps
This hall is full of potential ghosts
Here's a video of me going into the kitchen: The mud-covered kitchen Graffito Turn off the fucking light screamed the ghost One object been put on the wall, to compensate, for the other object being removed Passageway for ghost's food EAT EAT EAT WITH US they scream Dangling spooky cord, probably plugs into hell ghostly scattered dishes Some metal bits Tina behind a welded-on bed How to leave a haunted asylum, through the graveyard
Posted by 그랜트 at 04:28