error correction :: attitude persistence

watertight the high-riding belt who wants to kill liberation? we, the ugly, confesses the Bohemian his cultural news behind a bastion of wintry hammers the giraffe in repose casts a casual eye over the mustachioed gamin pushing a blue car, a yellow SUV, a crushed number 5 with wings forming a precocious tattoo over his naked heart these androgynous reveries cast their pallid eyes upon each other, slick like lizards, the color of burnished copper, a small collision of enmity billows like vapor and spreads out into the miniature atmosphere mushrooms in this grouting, the tiles inside the enormous hollow head of an impotent dragon take off the skin because it is hard, dry and unsightly, because it has been in contact with the bins, pallets and grubby hands of the stevedores and immigrant stowaways the liquid is stirred, but dont dip the baby in the sauce! dont fear the weeper one candle follows the other candle at the edge of meaning, a lack of sense becomes the new Bible A sun and thus a star, is born! they rest their hollow heads upon the shoulders of very little men dressed in green and dancing jiglets upon the fragments of an exploded planet a star is born but elsewhere everywhere a planet is dying purposefully obtuse their secular gospel and apocalypsos, no god no devil no butter no bread, just crumbs and hunger, imaginary friends and their very real repercussions

error correction: an ecumenical genocide to thin the human herd attitude persistence: driving automobiles 50 meters for a Slurpee while a mirthless song would echo through an empty universe if only sound could travel in space they lay their hollow heads upon stacks of yellowed newspaper there are enough and all are curiously the same edition Dec. 12, 1944 what happened on that day in Iagoville? Speed Ray won his 14th consecutive Poodle County Circuit stock care race a man was found dead from exposure behind Sampsons hardware A coyote mangled seven of Bertha Bittenbottoms prize Rhode Island Reds the Allies of course were slogging their way through the frozen mud and local Scout Troop #27 collected scrap metal for the war effort thats all long gone now the men in repose with their newspaper pillows cast rheumy eyes around the room it smells like a coffin the fire is wan and exudes minimal heat a light snow begins to fall very far away, so far as to not even qualify as real a star the Star explodes!
10/20/2006