Come See The Duck

Sherpie stepped in from the punishing heat, following the engineer. Under the installation’s shade sat planted a squat machine. A geothermal heat exchange coupling, its consoles had been recently removed.

“You’re here to get the power rerouted,” the workman removed his sun-visor, and set it down on a panel.

“No. Believe it or not we want this one decoupled.”

The engineer reached for a packet of cigarettes in a pocket over his breast, and turned to an exposed part of the heat exchange core, as if he hadn’t heard what the visitor had just said. Two enormous friction plates were visible from within the giant pressure cooker, glowing red-hot. The workman reached in, quickly, wielding the cigarette.

“Want a light?”

“Why not.”

you’re a stander, bucko

passage maker,

cage quaker,

gravity investor,

saga infestor.

ramble tamble,

square walker.

bird-man, possessed moustache,

puritanical recluse: heeby-jeebied

door-opening, room-pacing,

appliance operating—-

biochemical decomposer of glucose.

.

livingstone turned to the sky-laden metaphysicist,

the salty one the burning dot up there too, with the

“Sea” and the “Cliffs”.

“A mere formality,” the Minister observed very carefully the signature being made, rubbed his moustache.

The steel-baron replaced the pen, taking precaution trained by habit to prevent the spillage of any ink. Realising this, and wanting to make obvious the fact these manners weren’t anything but the betrayal of indifference, the large man blinked, “the Kritarchs will make sure you get yours.”

The Minister moved the hand covering his mouth to the back of his neck, “Friend, you’re a dead man. You’ll be painted as a profiteer.”

The aide appeared at the door to the businessman’s left again.

The Minister’s eyes returned lazily to the man sitting, “forgive my indulgence, you are no longer required.”

“I have never been treated so unjustly.”

“You are the most intriguing of the lot,” the old man said, unmoved. “You have never done anything so important.”

“You are insane.”

At this, the Minister finally became annoyed, “no, property-owner, you are merely possessed by ignorance.”

impossible, expropriator.

“you know the rules!”

inverted memory: 

not fed back,

prior really usurping the latter,

horse riding the kierknight|

soaring barred subject.

potentiometer, instrument of three-pronged resistance

three-pronged instrument of resistance

discrete component of vague heat-dissipating nihil

yeoman, allocated assimilate,

your silence is not due to ayn

not due to alloys, peer-appreciation, &c

the peg is both too square, and not square enough.

behold the duck flailing away beneath the surface:

perpetual ant infestation

let us “”zoom out”“

the great-many solid/dense things

giving the appearance of a

single sweeping arid thing.

you of walnut-like faith;

non-personhood,

who have been robbed,

but not fought.

.

something-something

patience fountains

the ruminating flavour of coffee and pepper

their smoky grunge polluting the senses,

their indispensable substrate, without

which i would not be able to call myself

“lived” 

brain matter,

expunge the big-T truth,

kubrik dat shit