jellybean weirdo with electric snake fang: Unction Philately, or Thomas Landseer's Monkeyana

One liberates oneself through work, even on the eve of catastrophe. How long can you continue to delay the true nature of sensations? We must refuse to be beggared by orderliness. True nature creates combinations to defeat naturalism. There will always be on the table, if you look, a vase of intentions.

for a shirt liver wends its chew

across the collar

green frost ice mirror beachhead

tumbles up to chime-frame

and bristle-chimes

block the hole

but in that

hold a cigar

like a penny

in a navel

one often wonders just what the difference

really is, or why it doesn't assert itself more, most

non-mathematival concerptions of space

are surreal anyway, so connect the

tack and mole

and then drift down

to the white

life-saver button

and then jimmy

crossing her hiss legs in a crash

never bowing to paypal author rotis

mon canard your trail of sky has skewered

my gyroscope so punctually

cupid's armorer of kisses

decamps

in tawny leather

to ptah

etruscan olives, marlowe,

whatever setpieces are stilled

as the windows of desire

those windows

become all smudged

with hippy sheep

bleating moses

the pumping

throbbing

leach

that is my soulchip

is also a pipe-stand

a goat's tail

a forelock

for the devil's

quotationling

neighing at your neighbors's knee

by the sea, that kneeeeee

which somehow

rises from a book

your non-adjustable

non-exhaustable

sobject

At one time, yes, there was a monkey on my back,

but now, domestic caryatid wrecking ball theorbo,

there's a white man with a monocle.

His name is Mon Canard.

greetings.

I am your shoe.

would you grow like a wave,

a curl of smoke, or mint,

$L^{-}=\lim_{x\to x_0^{-}} f(x)$ ,

would you come back again,

my eyebrows

more exciting

than dali's mustache

I'm careful to visit the sculpture garden everyday

at around 3pm to midnight, carefully weighing

the deep meaning of all these lovely

languid objects, and sampling

their innards as well.

evening limits singularity

and blighted diners

club dog

I myself am weary of 'knows best' governments,

but as an unarchist

follow Don Bonham

across the salt flats

mostly

you could say I'm a

high-speed wheel

in search of blessed

vestal

discontinuities

vessels

to annoint

with pure and brutal

velocity

Sigmund Freud, at his local pub would often eschew

the conversations that turned toward symbolist art,

the grotesque, or the drolleries of novels.

He was there to influence the dream-life

of ordinary people, and to that end

gave out

small blue frogs

in little wooden shoes

wrapped in yellow parchment

(and as I glommed on

to the demon's head,

I was speared through the chest

by the tip of an enormous wing)

fraud

and pub-life

jimmy

on my hands I wear curtains

not gloves

don't be so sulla, in mathematics, as the grass crown

is shifted to the nausem as the first tangible green variable,

just as our scene itself was when viewed as Delacroix's version of

Phaedra and Cymochles which can only lead

to the great summations of William Etty, ie, even the rare nights in which we drank in peach,

the ballast of your wildly flowing buttocks,

Sulla, come kiss your Pegasus!

Let us never follow the path

of Antoine-Jean Gros

The sublime

is basically a middle finger:

one coming from man to nature, and to certain men (or women I guess)

and one coming from nature to everyone equally,

and the middle way is pedagogy,

and is sort of like a hot

wooly costume.

meddle.

so when the sublime

battles the titanic what you see

is basically

a kind of

ORIENTALISM

or sense feuding with local

compounds

expressionism

is high windows

in an asylum

full of tall people

If Gros would've painted Ariadne as having a kind of outbreak of rosy nipples

which were seen to be virulently spreading to Bacchus,

the school of David

might have been saved,

and would have ushered in a Romantico-Surrealist revolution

whose contours could have rendered colonialism

and endless

eskimo-nude Sulla

wallowing in opium

and silk

this is the asylum for the very tall.

it is called 'expressionist film'

segmentation cannot help but breach the jumpcut

$f(x)=\lim_{k\to\infty}\left(\lim_{j\to\infty}\left(\cos(k!\pi x)^{2j}\right)\right)$

$f_A(x) = \begin{cases} \frac{1}{n} & \text{if } x \text{ is rational and } n \text{ is minimal so that } x \in F_n\\ -\frac{1}{n} & \text{if } x \text{ is irrational and } n \text{ is minimal so that } x \in F_n\\ 0 & \text{if } x \notin A \end{cases}$

and here, after so many French painters, Ariadne, abandoned by Theseus on the Isle of Naxos, is taken in and consoled by

The Eyeball Telephone of fair Bacchus.

In 1822, the Salon critic for the Debats

complined abou the monotonous rose flesh tints,

yet secretly hankered (visualized) incandescently rosy miniature nipple mantas

sliding across fair Ariadne as if she was a kind of living ivory,

a beach of supple critique.

Etienne Delecluze declared 'the subject' means little,

yet produces 'quite a lot', a prodigious amount in fact

given its actual

littleness, per se.

sipping.

from Bindu

to Gorgon

The unsubtle 'gypsy path'

of the great alchemical burden

'the grotesque work'

or emerald table

being Diogenes

is not easy

I don't mind being Diogenes

on a day like today

Eugene Delacroix

in his third life

as a monster pupa thing

in the window of a Macau shop

suddenly discovered the internet

and began again

his portrait

of Sulla

Fugues

like Raymond Roussel

have an external reality

and internal

dissatisfaction

which ends up

being quite charming

i saw an old harp over here by a rock

Richard Parkes Bonington's

Francois Guizot..

that first night alone

in Savigny's skull

Alexandre Corréard

The Nobility of Failure,

feudal hyperbole in late literature, and here,

most importantly, traditonalist counterculture

at the altar of duchamp

there is nothing but steps

a cool

and striatory frame

a lump

a stylus

and a snare

composed

of relationalities, to wit:

After I photographed the baby in the silver punchbowl, it began to shrink,

Sulla Jimmy!

Sulla Paint!

Shall I swallow cave phantoms?

How rich she smells

this abortion of a fledgling!

I will eat it with a fish fork!

menstruation choir hands!

As my ice prick floweth,

so floweth all culture,

to abyss, and below,

for puncta undone,

is puncta over all!

I myself

am dowsing rod

and sinner chalice

holder of all reason

and dinner

entertainments

what, that strange peg

holding that beautiful slab of ice on the wall?

Don't be a moron!

I've never seen a waterfall

so utterly saturated

with beautiful dead flowers.

I call it

"POWER OPHELIA"

Now that you have all bowed

to the wan coalish skull of all

abomination in the spread-legged sarcophagus

of all potential geometry,

could one of you fucking waiters

bring me my drink!

this tastes a little like

Mon Canard..

I'm afraid my wrenching car wrecked avant-gard fuck-head swannery

just cant seem to get it (oh wait)

Rebel without a Face!

(I see it)

1960's Butoh version

with James Dean

in a white plastic sphere hell..

donkeys

are pretty children

inside

our finest

all consuming actual

family vernacular

let's go there now

to herald the great snake!

what hurdles did you leap

to get nowhere?

It seems like I've reached the end of someone else's

tether, or neither-either, or ether, therther?

[piss]

Yep, I see it too, well it looks like we've traced the funding of Google

back to the parvenu society, old Wilkie and Boilly set the stage

for the Napoleontic search engines.

I'm looking over

a four leaf clover...

Julie my duck, mama's lute, chouchou, in lieu of amore

of our loo, butte of my butte, beaute of your butt mont rue,

that enough, her green leather shirt modulated both smoothly to the chair

and the green leather pool table

a few frames back.

There must be critical limitis.

$f(a) = \frac{1}{2\pi i} \oint_\gamma \frac{f(z)}{z-a}\, dz$

$\begin{align} \left | \frac{1}{2 \pi i} \oint_C \frac{f(z)}{z-a} \,dz - f(a) \right | &= \left | \frac{1}{2 \pi i} \oint_C \frac{f(z)-f(a)}{z-a} \,dz \right |\\[.5em] &= \left | \frac{1}{2\pi i}\int_0^{2\pi}\left(\frac{f(z(t))-f(a)}{\varepsilon\cdot e^{i\cdot t}}\cdot\varepsilon\cdot e^{t\cdot i}i\right )\,dt\right |\\ &\leq \frac{1}{2 \pi} \int_0^{2\pi} \frac{ |f(z(t)) - f(a)| } {\varepsilon} \,\varepsilon\,dt\\[.5em] &\leq \max_{|z-a|=\varepsilon}|f(z) - f(a)| \xrightarrow[\varepsilon\to 0]{} 0. \end{align}$