This night has never come, only a perpetual morning of no sleep and no dreams. Chemical fury in the brain, as it tries to shift and sort the excessive input of two and a half of non-stop........... The machine needs maintenance, fuel and oil. He is resin; praise the load. Non-stop journey of an awkward contrivance, a laser pilot in a Korean two-seat. Awareness and consciousness fall away, meld together and now, for once, I see........

Chouinard and T.M. Herbert felt it. Stuck to The Captain, the Muir Wall, low on food and water and bolts: no rescue for the wretched. They’d stuck their necks out and now the grim reaper had swapped a scythe for a heavy, bloody axe. Two days from the summit, they experienced the heightening of perception that precedes hallucinations and final madness; for them, a long swooping swan dive two thousand to the Valley meadows....... cruel snake of River Merced beckons: Dive! Dive! Dive! The first two-man team of bugs, sticking feelers and tenacles into the granite fissures....sucking the nectar of the rain gods off the rocks..... first a fist, then a foot.......another fist, another foot......fist, foot, fist, foot......one inch at at time.......... stacked hands are the key to success in the Twilight Zone......... Pratt did the Crack of Doom, but was misunderstood and they called its sister Crack of Despair........... the Fish used levitation in the Calculator, then asked me if I wanted to hear the horror of the North American Wall........ or Zenith......or Mary’s Tears....... or the Crucifix......... the Zodiac........ the Bridwell Horror Routes......Bridwell was a maniac....... three-hundred- foot plunge on 11mm of congealed petroshit.......... eighty feet on hooks and bolts or rivets. He stood on the shoulders of giants: Eichhorn, Salathe, Robbins, Chouinard, Pratt and........ Chouinard and Herbert? They almost didn’t make it. Examined it and measured it to the wire, three thousandths gauge......... The Edge. The Edge. The Edge. Chouinard later would repeat the folly on the South face of Mt. Watkins; he had Chuck Pratt and Warren Harding with him then, though. "Please, Yvon, let me have a turn drilling....... you’ve broken three drills and we still have several days......... I prefer to let the team have every advantage, including my water........ Let me take the headwall and drill; I have experience..... the wall doesn’t deserve a chance......... we need to make it to the top." Harding knew. He knew the.......... What did he know?

The digital medium in my pocket means little, except that I need to return to the machine and finish the letter eplaining how. Move down the hill on rubber skates, straight away through the green glinting black and up to the counter for the necessary fuel. The colors mix and swirl and the sound of the flowers lets me know they’re aware of my state. I can see the sound of the car around the corner: big eight on a cam fed four barrels of mist. A sleepy ooze awakened early, funneled and bought; then prom-queen crystal liquid shattered a millionfold and roared into flame and push. There are rodents scurrying around, donuts and coffee, as they jump ship and take their chances in the daily drowning sea. Why don’t they stay on board? If the skipper scuttles, they’ll hit the foam soon enough. Why jump first and pray for icebergs later?

They tempt fate with their brazen assuredness that they belong overboard and not at the controls. Rodents. Ratons striving for Boca. No rest for the condemned. I need to tell them, but cannot talk. They feel my electronic presence and cower from its sublime reality. I am foreign to their folkways, a sinister difference they crave, flee from All lessons lead away to the abyss and they are good students. Lemmings with long, yellow incisors and fat cheeks for hoarding the winter’s Doritos. Their logic is pollock; their reason is a fungus raisin stew. They are watching me, waiting for me to change them into toads; the first one I turn into a bird howls and shrivels into a sewer grate starring his name. I am apart from this, yet only barely. Once I sleep, I’ll die. The mind is the orchid.......... At night it closes and at day ablooms. The midnight orchid, the black rose, the angel of darkness, the seat of Satan and the self-induced jet lag.

Herbal Holidays.......... a fine cuisine of the mind. Six Bags Magic Mushroom, then off down the Five for a Dizzyland chemical carnival licking Mr. Toad and taking his wild ride......... Snow White snorted by the Seven Dwarves......... The rabbit led Alice to the Queen, Alice crossed the chessboard and then the rabbit bit its own head off........"I had been the first to champion the use of cocaine, and this has brought upon me great professional repercussions......... I’m totally Freud, dude, and now the Yage beckons........ all bought up by Stalin Corp. ........mind control of the feeble mind........CIA put acid in the water, the people now ours......... a smear on the Chancellor’s flagron, a fool to behold....... Hitler put the speed in the water supplied to the gathered masses........Why do we feel so, so, so, GOOOOOOOOOD? Vote Hitler. Vote Neitzche. Vote Beethoven. Vote.....AHHHHHHHHHHH..........

"We will use the mechanism of oratory to incite the emotional allegiance to our cause........ The use of the eight-fold way of oratorical persuasion. A brittle, stiff wind encowers the strong and they hide.......... a gentle breeze is easily caught in a DaVinci parasol, directed A Mediterraneo, a thousand head of offshore gusting heads of feathered shorebreak mist direct a thousand suns onto the enemy......... Archimedes’ ploy........ fry them at sea.......... a thousand mirrors, one sun and a slave galleon that burns to the waterline......... all hands are lost........... the insect invasion is repelled by the insecticide of the mind of a man......... Our Athena is ours and no one shall take her while she is by our side.......... One part of the orange rises up and its fungus attacks the fungus without....... conquer of the fungus.......... Pax Fungi........... there is no need for concern, we are in control..... lay down your women........... hit and run in the Ghengis Khan seed plant of a million years........... Ask Not What Your Country Can Do For You, But What Your County Is About To Do To You........... catch the breeze and sail the parasol in the Empty Vee land of your forebearers......... The voat has sprung a leak and there are no teak chips to hammer into the chink.......... all hands are lost.......... The Fungus is upon us and we are doomed.......... women and children first over the side, of course; the cauldron beckons and the heedful know not what they do.......... prey upon their desire for strength, the cavernous grinding tooth takes all in a gulp laced with acid and poison to move the anthill to action........ Queen Bee fed jelly, drones in the rain to die.......... workers are women. Does no one see the trend? Masses encased in the wax of a thousand years’ Reich......... Who are these people and why are they smiling? A fat face of teeth, hungry and strong........ Cannibal Entity eating a termite track through the rest....... Cannibal Victor, unless seen as it is......... I see now a cracked entablature leading to a drum/dome vault of secrets........ Octagonal Euclidean symmetry afloat on a raft of tavertine and tufa............ vaulted voids contain the - What? I see Corinthean colunms, within and without....... coffer, coffer, coffer and occulus most thigh......... Which of the vaults can be opened and reveal? Is this the place that hideth thine treas? A toroidal raft of tavertine and man-stone, afloat on the alluvials of the Tibur so soft; nonesuch has stood the onflood of time, what is the magic that was mine and now thine? Vapor-mechanical electronic void turns mystery to knowledge that shatters the illusion hid by nefarious hands over time. A vault. Many vaults. Open the vault, and reap the treasure.

Reap it, il tiempo, il molto tardi. They’ve taken their can of worms, hidden them and no one can go fishing. Dig. Dig. Dig. Center of the Raft? Or the Vault? Which Vault? All vaults must fall? And deprive us our supreme man-space? The full moon doesn’t shine into the space within, only perfect illumination day or night........ Truly the house of all Gods that come to be............. No man has the capability, a pyramid capability, an Arizona Canyon capability......... but Tivoli exists in ruins and pieces, a pumpkin dome place that elucidates the Great Place......... How does it elucidate? Ripening song churls forth to the ear; heed not the sound, lest one’s circular time progeny lost. A fat wood-worm eats all ‘til it falls and this is the lesson........... escape while you can to the frigid North and forego the Morning Star. Fat perched upon a cartilage prow, same is desire to root the vermin; stick it in and it shall be rend. Their power is strong and their evil is deep and their desire to hurt is above all compassion; tempt not the sorcerati, acytylene and lox, come to the North and flee them.

Paper wasp house and the town of the wasp......... A termite villa, or honeycomb or shell.......... Fly to the sky, viewer, and look upon.......... cancellous structure of artifice in lime; too fast to be real, a mollusk does better over time; place your aggregate a stone at a time and use the protein chains as reinforcement to keep your shrinking rock from becoming a crumble of sand stones; a wasp. Abalone shell art gallery at the Cavalier, windows facing South, a monster find after a record floof storm comes up and even Winton thinks it suitable. Mike and Mike like it, half a floor of barrel concrete in the mud sand worthless plot; a monster sea shell washed up and plain.

This night has never come, only a perpetual morning of no sleep and no dreams. Chemical fury in the brain, as it tries to shift and sort the excessive input of two and a half of non-stop........... The machine needs maintenance, fuel and oil. He is resin; praise the load. Non-stop journey of an awkward contrivance, a laser pilot in a Korean two-seat. Awareness and consciousness fall away, meld together and now, for once, I see........ Chouinard and T.M. Herbert felt it. Stuck to The Captain, the Muir Wall, low on food and water and bolts: no rescue for the wretched. They’d stuck their necks out and now the grim reaper had swapped a scythe for a heavy, bloody axe. Two days from the summit, they experienced the heightening of perception that precedes hallucinations and final madness; for them, a long swooping swan dive two thousand to the Valley meadows....... cruel snake of River Merced beckons: Dive! Dive! Dive! The first two-man team of bugs, sticking feelers and tenacles into the granite fissures....sucking the nectar of the rain gods off the rocks..... first a fist, then a foot.......another fist, another foot......fist, foot, fist, foot......one inch at at time.......... stacked hands are the key to success in the Twilight Zone......... Pratt did the Crack of Doom, but was misunderstood and they called its sister Crack of Despair........... the Fish used levitation in the Calculator, then asked me if I wanted to hear the horror of the North American Wall........ or Zenith......or Mary’s Tears....... or the Crucifix......... the Zodiac........ the Bridwell Horror Routes......Bridwell was a maniac....... three-hundred- foot plunge on 11mm of congealed petroshit.......... eighty feet on hooks and bolts or rivets. He stood on the shoulders of giants: Eichhorn, Salathe, Robbins, Chouinard, Pratt and........ Chouinard and Herbert? They almost didn’t make it. Examined it and measured it to the wire, three thousandths gauge......... The Edge. The Edge. The Edge. Chouinard later would repeat the folly on the South face of Mt. Watkins; he had Chuck Pratt and Warren Harding with him then, though. "Please, Yvon, let me have a turn drilling....... you’ve broken three drills and we still have several days......... I prefer to let the team have every advantage, including my water........ Let me take the headwall and drill; I have experience..... the wall doesn’t deserve a chance......... we need to make it to the top." Harding knew. He knew the.......... What did he know? The digital medium in my pocket means little, except that I need to return to the machine and finish the letter explaining how. Move down the hill on rubber skates, straight away through the green glinting black and up to the counter for the necessary fuel. The colors mix and swirl and the sound of the flowers lets me know they’re aware of my state. I can see the sound of the car around the corner: big eight on a cam fed four barrels of mist. A sleepy ooze awakened early, funneled and bought; then prom-queen crystal liquid shattered a millionfold and roared into flame and push. There are rodents scurrying around, donuts and coffee, as they jump ship and take their chances in the daily drowning sea. Why don’t they stay on board? If the skipper scuttles, they’ll hit the foam soon enough. Why jump first and pray for icebergs later?

They tempt fate with their brazen assuredness that they belong overboard and not at the controls. Rodents. Ratons striving for Boca. No rest for the condemned. I need to tell them, but cannot talk. They feel my electronic presence and cower from its sublime reality. I am foreign to their folkways, a sinister difference they crave, flee from All lessons lead away to the abyss and they are good students. Lemmings with long, yellow incisors and fat cheeks for hoarding the winter’s Doritos. Their logic is pollock; their reason is a fungus raisin stew. They are watching me, waiting for me to change them into toads; the first one I turn into a bird howls and shrivels into a sewer grate starring his name. I am apart from this, yet only barely. Once I sleep, I’ll die. The mind is the orchid.......... At night it closes and at day ablooms. The midnight orchid, the black rose, the angel of darkness, the seat of Satan and the self-induced jet lag.

Herbal Holidays.......... a fine cuisine of the mind. Six Bags Magic Mushroom, then off down the Five for a Dizzyland chemical carnival licking Mr. Toad and taking his wild ride......... Snow White snorted by the Seven Dwarves......... The rabbit led Alice to the Queen, Alice crossed the chessboard and then the rabbit bit its own head off........"I had been the first to champion the use of cocaine, and this has brought upon me great professional repercussions......... I’m totally Freud, dude, and now the Yage beckons........ all bought up by Stalin Corp. ........mind control of the feeble mind........CIA put acid in the water, the people now ours......... a smear on the Chancellor’s flagron, a fool to behold....... Hitler put the speed in the water supplied to the gathered masses........Why do we feel so, so, so, GOOOOOOOOOD? Vote Hitler. Vote Neitzche. Vote Beethoven. Vote.....AHHHHHHHHHHH..........

"We will use the mechanism of oratory to incite the emotional allegiance to our cause........ The use of the eight-fold way of oratorical persuasion. A brittle, stiff wind encowers the strong and they hide.......... a gentle breeze is easily caught in a DaVinci parasol, directed A Mediterraneo, a thousand head of offshore gusting heads of feathered shorebreak mist direct a thousand suns onto the enemy......... Archimedes’ ploy........ fry them at sea.......... a thousand mirrors, one sun and a slave galleon that burns to the waterline......... all hands are lost........... the insect invasion is repelled by the insecticide of the mind of a man......... Our Athena is ours and no one shall take her while she is by our side.......... One part of the orange rises up and its fungus attacks the fungus without....... conquer of the fungus.......... Pax Fungi........... there is no need for concern, we are in control..... lay down your women........... hit and run in the Ghengis Khan seed plant of a million years........... Ask Not What Your Country Can Do For You, But What Your County Is About To Do To You........... catch the breeze and sail the parasol in the Empty Vee land of your forebearers......... The voat has sprung a leak and there are no teak chips to hammer into the chink .......... all hands are lost.......... The Fungus is upon us and we are doomed.......... women and children first over the side, of course; the cauldron beckons and the heedful know not what they do.......... prey upon their desire for strength, the cavernous grinding tooth takes all in a gulp laced with acid and poison to move the anthill to action........ Queen Bee fed jelly, drones in the rain to die.......... workers are women. Does no one see the trend? Masses encased in the wax of a thousand years’ Reich......... Who are these people and why are they smiling? A fat face of teeth, hungry and strong........ Cannibal Entity eating a termite track through the rest....... Cannibal Victor, unless seen as it is......... I see now a cracked entablature leading to a drum/dome vault of secrets........ Octagonal Euclidean symmetry afloat on a raft of tavertine and tufa............ vaulted voids contain the - What? I see Corinthean colunms, within and without....... coffer, coffer, coffer and occulus most high......... Which of the vaults can be opened and reveal? Is this the place that hideth thine treas? A toroidal raft of tavertine and man-stone, afloat on the alluvials of the Tibur so soft; nonesuch has stood the onflood of time, what is the magic that was mine and now thine? Vapor-mechanical electronic void turns mystery to knowledge that shatters the illusion hid by nefarious hands over time. A vault. Many vaults. Open the vault, and reap the treasure.

Reap it, il tiempo, il molto tardi. They’ve taken their can of worms, hidden them and no one can go fishing. Dig. Dig. Dig. Center of the Raft? Or the Vault? Which Vault? All vaults must fall? And deprive us our supreme man- space? The full moon doesn’t shine into the space within, only perfect illumination day or night........ Truly the house of all Gods that come to be............. No man has the capability, a pyramid capability, an Arizona Canyon capability......... but Tivoli exists in ruins and pieces, a pumpkin dome place that elucidates the Great Place......... How does it elucidate?

Ripening song churls forth to the ear; heed not the sound, lest one’s circular time progeny lost. A fat wood-worm eats all ‘til it falls and this is the lesson........... escape while you can to the frigid North and forego the Morning Star. Fat perched upon a cartilage prow, same is desire to root the vermin; stick it in and it shall be rend. Their power is strong and their evil is deep and their desire to hurt is above all compassion; tempt not the sorcerati, acytylene and lox, come to the North and flee them.

Paper wasp house and the town of the wasp......... A termite villa, or honeycomb or shell.......... Fly to the sky, viewer, and look upon.......... cancellous structure of artifice in lime; too fast to be real, a mollusk does better over time; place your aggregate a stone at a time and use the protein chains as reinforcement to keep your shrinking rock from becoming a crumble of sand stones; a wasp. Abalone shell art gallery at the Cavalier, windows facing South, a monster find after a record floof storm comes up and even Winton thinks it suitable. Mike and Mike like it, half a floor of barrel concrete in the mud sand worthless plot; a monster sea shell washed up and plain.

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