A Curious Crack

A silent film recovered from the most ancient archives.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8WtnDxwqxo

This Is How We Do It

Nevermore Forevermore

Plan for the Ginsberg Machine

First Things First I Eat Your Brains

It Comes At Night

It has become a pitiful plea. All wildness and roar extinguished with our invisible bondage and plundered wisdom. Any surviving yelps—now dispersed on gridded wire—made inaudible amid the grinding buzzing grating throbbing vocoded hum of a domesticated race.

Where fervent forgotten priests and meager boundless bureaucrats squelch the earth and smear the air with the obliging bloody mud, reluctant, too late, upon finding itself suspended then plummeting, a lethal spray to pierce all the lofted creatures and puncture the most delicate ethereal planes.

Fatal to the former Avian Kings, who were free in their dominion, not even wanting for the lush deep blue of the seductive seas below.

Only the Pigeon and Monarch prevail, vaulted with the discarded decay and Divine Royal Right. Thriving on the carcasses and confusion and consensus—

For they have become thoughtless, without thought. The martyrs of progress who’ve maintained only ceremony and childish mental incubation. Creation lost to acceptance, Noble Truth abandoned for the promise of a warm, well-stocked cell.

Even those who hear the rhythmic pounding cannot distinguish the corporal heavenly earthly thumps from the churning pistons of the great droning engine.

And so they huddle up with the strip of shore along the highway, pinch themselves on the window’s ledge, gather at the sparkling watering holes, screaming soundlessly into the vacant faces—deaf, in their furor, to the celestial guardians, ceaselessly answering from their own desperate benders and manic trips.

“Farewell!” I yawp to the turgid floating mass, as I sink, relieved, into the quiet chaos withal.

Loincloth Bull

Is Allowed, Considering

The Ceremony

Vernon and the Volcano

Smell the Glove (Album Cover)

Frankensteinian Quest