the circles correspond The target and the trajectory are one and the same the map

is the territory the menu is the meal The Bible is the bread and the wine is the donkey the donkey is God munching roses and spitting out the gammy mastications Toothless dynamo this grumpy seigneur farting in heaven and surrounded by shit flowers Boo-Hoo cry a sacred host where a million farts are mistaken for Trumpets Why these blasphemies? (one might ask, understandably so) Why not? (one might respond if one responded at all) There are no blasphemies against God Only blasphemies against the belief in God and now even superstitious old farmers put more faith in Nicolas Sarkozy than Jesus Napoleon redux a new age a-risen riven this society this icy river this cold shower of iced mocaccino moccasins tied to mocha sins (Colonialism and the Franc, the Deutschmark the almighty Dollar) and Christ Almighty

Jesus Howard Jesse Helms Howard Stern Ron Howard etc ad infinitum ad nauseam forever and ever amen