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proverbs of the devil PROVERBS OF THE DEVIL (SEVEN PAGES HERE)

(chronic) (patterns) (of perversion) Evil anonymous At meeting we read from the Big Book which says – our addictions are baffling, cunning – This the meeting of those of us with issues we are brave enough to admit the existence of. Someday there might even be meetings for the greedy, powerless over their behavior and their lives unmanageable, accountable now, going back and making amends wherever possible. Can you see that? Just like Tiger Woods educating the public about sex addiction, sharing his strength, experience, hope, the buccaneer bankers and mortgage holders would stand up and admit their greed. My name is Goldman, My name is Sachs, and I am a greed addict. I apologize to everyone I stole from and am making amends by giving all the money back. I will devote my life to keep the cost of housing affordable to working class people, and instead make profit from commercial properties. This is the only way I can make amends. I know I deserve the guillotine for screwing all you peasants, but I’m sober now. Forty-five days without ripping anybody off. Living like an ordinary person one day at a time. Returning what I stole one day at a time.

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But there is one perversion with no twelve-step group for yet: Evil. For Evil, like racism and classism, is invisible to the perpetrator, invisible and banal as stale air, tasteless as tap water. As invisible as mediocrity in positions of petty authority, professors and managers maintaining glass ceilings, discounting every credible intelligence, every natural force. Academicians discounting street poets, metropolitan council members discounting grassroots activists and blue-collar scholars, lawyers who believe their own specious arguments and schoolteachers who rob children of hope by calling them “you people� and criminalizing the gifted. Evil threatened by the thinking class becoming articulate enough to define this invisible parasite, pointing out its form camouflaged as space between the brilliance of life and movement that actually exists. And what is this parasitic intelligence, this perversion that drives the one and only continuous holocaust on Freethinkers and Nature? What is this evil with a graduate degree and a house in a nice middle-classed neighborhood? This evil that mentions you are crazy in a memo to her supervisor, that sleepy bureaucrat administrating genocide by calling 911, sic death squads upon the fragile genius of life the way a pedophile rapes a child? What is this subtle sweet venom of invalidation?

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It isn’t you. It isn’t you. It’s our terror wreaking so much harm on the one who would love us – Existence itself.

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PROVERBS FROM THE DEVIL

No evil is necessary except the devil. Never be confused but always go with your heart, For your heart is the only place the devil can gain no control. Go with your heart and never be confused. Even if it kills you go with your heart. We all like to hold onto our dick sometimes Or have dreams of self-glory floating in our minds And even with our bellies full of eggs and pig’s fat When the truth comes, give up all that. Even if it kills you go with your heart; Breathe your last breath and cut you last _art.

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THE FOUNDATION STRAIGHTENER Jim Tucker deals with the devil who is a White man; that is to say they do business. Jim gets a bunch of machines from the devil who tries to convince Jim that he needs the devil, but Jim just takes those machines apart, never puts ‘em back together again, and once in awhile when the devil needs Jim Tucker to be someplace then the devil himself climbs into a monkey suit and fixes that machine, a car or something, getting Tucker to help him, keeping an eye on Tucker to make sure he doesn’t take it apart. Now Tucker can put together any machine he wants to, can in fact be the devil when he works at it, but mostly he shrugs his shoulders saying “what’s the use? you don’t really believe in all that socialist crap do ya?” Meanwhile, socialism works for Tucker. The devil runs around keeping it working figuring Tucker will see the light someday and run around keeping it going. . . You got a machine needs fixing, Tucker’s van advertises MACHINE REPAIR (the devil got that one going) but no name, no phone number and he never printed up a business card. . . What Tucker really does is straighten foundations. Tucker the foundation straightener figures just let things run by themselves for awhile. Let the kids tinker with it. If it needs fixing the devil will fix it, and if the devil doesn’t fix it then nobody really needs it. Nobody needs anything from the devil anyhow, not even a piece of ass (because that’s what it is when it comes from the devil), but the devil will always give you credit and The Good Lord doesn’t give any.

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Fragment Poem Evil Anonymous: A twelve-step group Step one

We admitted we are powerless over our patterns of evil and our lives have become unmanageable

How has evil affected your daily life? What evil do you use to control others? Economically? Chemically? Physically? Emotionally?

Who modeled these forms of evil to you and how did you assimilate them? What is your earliest memory of doing evil?

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NEW PROVERBS OF THE DEVIL how I get yr goat just what does that mean cook yr goose ripped off yr illusions he’s just a middle class kid with green military cap and red star trying to disguise himself as a guerilla as if it would save his life when the shit rolls up the street who controls nations large and small plans who is to rise and who is to fall yet one old Negro on the corner with an eight dollar guitar can terrorize it all existence is a stick in the mud a turd in space where none escapes, dirt on the druid Death’s face alchemy of stardust and shit? when added to the clay of creation gold is a mechanism to inspire us to fornicate. it has no value beyond that. there are no laws against evil. there are laws protecting evil the core of all corruption in the world is the unwillingness to discuss openly the corrupt aspect of every ideology one can succeed at evil by espousing and practicing any ideology accepted to be beneficent and enlightened, anticipating the rewards of its corruption a cat has but nine lives – that’s why she must walk cool. a man has ten-thousand lives 7


proverbs of the devil and throws them away like a fool

~ Ballad of Albion’s Fly it was the night between the morning the evil listening began the brain the brain was baking in a pan suck my petunia I screamed suck it suck it/ it was spring and all the boys and girls were dressed like flies again their metallic plastic polychrome booties, darkglasses over their eyes each an angel of disgust whoever heard of becoming a plastic moon/ scavenging the garbage for glass and bits of neon noon composite angel each a fly wistfully whizzing off rooftops dream screaming burnin breathing night o who bide their time as the world/ the savages at university know not what these books mean and are pompous and arrogant as a child with loud drum and much less than a child with a drum who bide their time as the world for us now voodoo is the ultimate nature for there is one reality yet all of us have different beliefs, see differently, apply, rationalize/ have complete convictions we wouldn’t imagine questioning/ thus the fly eye angel the feast of flesh/ the carrion ambrosia each angel of distant disgust, thou and I two flies metallic deathglimmer to breed pure white maggots across the land o/ our sacred and holy copulation o the miracle of our lust with my flytongue I lick the mucous ambrosia of your cunt undergarments dim in the neon sun/ the freezing light of night/ undergarments dim and the prickle of hair against skin and the fly grooming itself in the dust of my navel peers out ill at ease and the fly in the musk of your vulva gropes in the stark room of trees and sin, birds twitter and titter, twit and tit 8


proverbs of the devil bar sinister bard raps and raves, froth about his mouth laves around the grave for we are the race of the dead/ our eyes beady and see all/ our minds are white yet there is no light o send us back to the kingdom, o send us back to hell where we may be nurtured squirming in a turd, from whence our bile coagulates into blood and we emerge homonculae o fly’s eye/ o chant of thine fecal masturbation upon the breasts of the arrogant sightless ones/ to have done their egoistic best and serve their masters the flies by building a maggots nest, o who build the world with grand designs and serve themselves the least for they who be a maggots feast and you o you your honey I crave o the saliva from your tongue a bit of blood nickt from your neck and eat each other’s cum o for it is in each of us that we are born and thus we ravage the feast of the neon savage

Some Proverbs of the Devil strange how I feel what were the things on my mind how I get yr goat just what does that mean cook yr goose these expressions of discomfort ripped off yr illusions white middle class freak with green military cap and red star trying to disguise himself as a guerilla as if it would save his life when the shit rolls up the street the city is our Frankenstein sculpture 9


proverbs of the devil our ideals all leading to someone’s death I guess who control nations large and small plan who is to rise and who is to fall yet one old Negro with an eight dollar guitar can terrorize it all there is no madness there has never been madness this is all madness insect script and uttering spatial mass with the knitting of the brow a hologram of light in a jar existence is a stick in the mud a turd in space where none escapes, dirt on the druid Death’s face will you decipher these words someday as ancient as Sanscrit? are there revelations contained herein? alchemy of stardust and shit? what value gold except as a mechanism to inspire us to fornicate, and is not Beezlebub none other than the Blue Tail Fly?

Song got rox in my pockets got bottles in my pockets too got rox in my pockets got bottles in my pockets too I’m going down when that motorcade comes up the avenue they build reactors and they melt polar ice they can melt rock and the melt your mind they can do anything but they can’t save the world they can destroy the world but they can’t save the world I’ll stand on the rooftop and survey the scene I’m standing on the rooftop surveyin’ the scene got my deerhunting rifle and a ripplebottle of gasoline they got you strung out on t.v. they got you strung out on their reactors you drink their cokes and eat McDonalds they make cannibals outa you 10


proverbs of the devil I think I’ll be a terrorist and drop a propane tank I think I’ll be the president and drop a neutron bomb down down into the street and blow up the building I’m standing on Corruption, Free Will, and Innocence

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A thought bubbling and thickening like boiled oats in a cauldron: Because I know I am corrupt, the possibility of Free Will exists.

All corruption are addictions. A minimal list begins with addiction to power, fame, money, theft, sex, food, anorexia, bulimia, gambling, drugs, alcohol, rage, violence, mania, certainty, belief systems, self mutilation, fetishes, and Nationalism. Free Will doesn’t come after hurting a lot of people, destroying one’s own family, getting drunk and killing people in a car wreck, disenfranchising entire communities by dishonest business practices, dropping an atom bomb, committing genocide, or cutting down all the trees and poisoning the Earth.

But all of this is necessary to hit bottom and see what egomaniacal self-centered, dishonest sacks of shit we are. Then the possibility of Free Will begins to exist.

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proverbs of the devil No one is immune from corruption, therefore everyone can gain Free Will.

Take innocence and righteous indignation. Someone says We don’t deserve this injustice, We did nothing to deserve it, Look at the innocent lives lost.

So then, what is innocence? Is innocence the child who lives completely unaware that they are only alive because another child has been killed somewhere?

What children? Where? Righteous indignation smacks of denial, ready to defend and rationalize to the death, cunning, baffling, universal quality of addiction, not in the least interested in knowing, invested in creating entire cultural mythologies of the brave pioneer, not so our children can learn the truth when they are grown-ups, but rather so they will never know.

We provide homes, food, and shelter for our families at what cost? Whose families were removed from the land we stand on so that we may live, and how are those families doing now? A princess told me please, no more talk of this, I don’t want to know, my husband is in the Russian mob, a slaver. I must obey him or he will sell me to a brothel in Tel Aviv.

Look at the innocent lives lost in the World Trade Center,

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proverbs of the devil or the bombing of the trains in Madrid, women and children murdered by Blackwater Security in the streets of Bagdad, or the Rabbi and his wife machine gunned in the Synagogue in Mumbai.

And what of the innocence of the child living in a war zone, the child soldier in the Congo, or the Warsaw Ghetto resisting the Nazis, or the children of Belfast, or BogotĂĄ, or Mexico City or Los Angeles, or the projects in my own city?

We look for ourselves and see the vultures waiting for the child crawling in the sand. We know the names of teen suicides on the reservation, the addresses of destroyed family homes in East Jerusalem and the Gaza, can recite the numbers tattoos upon the forearms of Holocaust survivors, and feel the tingling of sweat of children in the clothes we wear and the rugs we walk on, made in the holocaust of sweatshops we know where. As I speak of this, don’t go mutilate yourself, don’t go cut your wrists or tattoo your face. If you treat yourself like a bad dog and force your nose into your own shit, that is an addiction too.

Maintaining the illusion of innocence is the worst addiction of all.

We are not limited to frail human bodies. The consequences of our actions form the constellation of a serpent through time and space.

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proverbs of the devil Now you see God and know the name of God, and become insane. A grain of sand chafes the lobes of your brain, one iota of Free Will.

six post apocalyptic poems Bitch poem\ celebrate the bitch/ she is beautiful – when woman stops making love no longer will there be wind/ no longer will man and all life know windwhen woman stop menstruating no longer will there be moon and tides/ no longer will man and all life know moon and tides we know what it is when she no longer cries/ there is no rain woman dresses herself like the genitals of plants/ when woman stops dressing like flowers no longer will there be flowers nor fruits women are gypsies/ without woman there no children/ no life/ no sex/ nothing that matters it is good to be conquered by woman

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When Lord God created Lilith

When Lord God created Lilith He created a spirit with the potential of God. Lilith could create a universe + could love the universe she created. So Lord God is a jealous god + gave her shock treatment + destroyed her mind + left the earth to Adam who doesn’t even remember. When God made Adam there was a similar creative power as Lilith’s but one flaw – that Adam and all the sons of Adam would destroy everything that they create. This makes man and god the same.

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In love I’m in love with the red haired gal + the cinnamon gal + I’m in love with the older gal with lips like a kiss that I’ve yet to know + a name like a burning stream of thought + I’m in love with all alone and walking home when the bars are closed + the midnite freights slam around in the switchyard locking up + going is home + I’m in love with I don’t give a damn

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Lament for Mortality, Which is The Cause of Hemorrhoids

are you suffering from diabolical hemorrhoids does Zoroaster’s disaster make you paranoid have you tried everything from preparation H to neat’s-foot oil to Billy Graham faith healing/ / have you tried living in a bathtub for weeks on end without a change in water only to develop into your ownself humonculus/ / / first of all one should never try reading Nietzsche in one’s spare time in the can even if it is only aphorism by aphorism/ long drawn out diarrhea with hot sauce from that breakfast/ there never was any spare time anyway + Nietzsche was his own relief, projecting suppositories of diabolical metaphysics in the asshole of mind/ + Billy Graham works if the price is right// apply several twenty dollar bills to the rectum and hope you don’t wreck ‘em// the bathtub trip is only escapism, reverting back to This is so horrible I wish I were never born// + if neat’s-foot oil doesn’t do the trick try Ben Gay// if you don’t have hemorrhoids, be paranoid because one in every four gets them// jazz guitarists, hockey players, people who spend too much time reading Nietzsche in the can// LAMENT there is no lament LAMENT FOR YOUR FATHER’S HEMORRHOIDS// in heaven we can wipe our asses on marshmallows and clouds, real clouds, but not until then – Lament For Mortality Which is The Cause of Hemorrhoids

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All those romantic things

dichotomy between action and meditation on the riverbank * a dialectical polemic with your gal about making love when you’re wasted and haven’t energy/ the dialogue that comes of laying in each others arms + making it when the mist creeps around the trees + freshness of breeze – that slick oil slicked Mississippimakes one do the most beautiful things even tho this living earth and sky and sea is dying – it’s our last chance to make love -. the humming the humor of the humus is musk – get down and smell the musk of earth – idolize the skyscraper when it turns to sand + peyote grows there – walk with your true love who no longer shaves her legs/his legs her dragon moon streams down her thighs – we spread the red thickness on our bellies and shoulders in regard for the dragon saint + of earth + life – sweet Lilith, first wife of Adam – are you still with us?* - I am still with you / my psyche dictates Cain + freedom – cast out + dealing with every aspect of the universe + city + neon + moon + crazy feelings I have when I get around you babe, like so far away in some world + safe at last we’ve got each other for this moment like the love songs say – and I tell you I want to say all those romantic things but know it would sound foolish and you smoke and smile and tell me – Say it

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proverbs of the devil Eulogy for a wino this song is about wine + Atlanta and winos with no social security cards and unloading boxcars for twelve dollars a day three days a week for the labor pool / / this song is about Henry Snurd the philosopher out of West Virginia with black lung from mining coal as a child and young man/ Henry, Henry can I buy you a drink, will you tell me the meaning of Life/ / and Henry while your at it an analysis of Robert W. Service’s poem about the Madonna and a whore// Old Henry you old atheist, swearing that there is no space – only concrete/ and when you died after two days of complaining about your back and eating the Sloane’s aspirin green powder from the green packet I had to go down to your basement room/ touch your stiff cold hand, look through your belongings to see if and where your next of kin/ got a sister somewhere I know/ told me a week ago/ / Henry, you bought me more wine than I bought you/ I’ll even that debt the next time round tho you were an atheist/ /Big Rock Candy Mountain meet you there where Junebug said they got wine faucets/ I’ll meet you there in that soft land of skid row strip/ in that soft land where when you fall down dead drunk you don’t gash your forehead on the curve or pavement or concrete steps of the flophouse/ where at the flea bit lodge there are three squares instead of two and all the beans and ham hocks you can eat instead of this horseshit called Salisbury steak and cornbread cornbread cornbread/ / I’ll meet you there where you tell a story of the cheap cheap birds that swoop down on the wino when he’d be shitting in the weed patch + those cheap birds would wait for the wino to get his drawers down then they swoop down from the eaves of some Baptist belfry + snatch the wine + drink it while in flight then drop the empty bottle on the wino’s head even before he had his drawers up, thereby knocking him out and sprawling himself dead drunk in his shit thereby giving winos a bad social image

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proverbs of the devil PROVERBS FROM THE DEVIL

I. No evil is necessary except the devil. Never be confused but always go with your heart, For your heart is the only place the devil can gain no control. Go with your heart and never be confused. Even if it kills you go with your heart. We all like to hold onto our dick sometimes Or have dreams of self-glory floating in our minds And even with our bellies full of eggs and pig’s fat When the truth comes, give up all that. Even if it kills you go with your heart; Breathe your last breath and cut you last _art.

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Jim Tucker deals with the devil who is a White man; that is to say they do business. Jim gets a bunch of machines from the devil who tries to convince Jim that he needs the devil, but Jim just takes those machines apart, never puts ‘em back together again, and once in awhile when the devil needs Jim Tucker to be someplace then the devil himself climbs into a monkey suit and fixes that machine, a car or something, getting Tucker to help him, keeping an eye on Tucker to make sure he doesn’t take it apart. Now Tucker can put together any machine he wants to, can in fact be the devil when he works at it, but mostly he shrugs his shoulders saying “what’s the use? you don’t really believe in all that socialist crap do ya?” Meanwhile, socialism works for Tucker. The devil runs around keeping it working figuring Tucker will see the light someday and run around keeping it going. . . You got a machine needs fixing, Tucker’s van advertises MACHINE REPAIR (the devil got that one going) but no name, no phone number and he never printed up a business card. . .

What Tucker really does is straighten foundations. Tucker the foundation straightener figures just let things run by themselves for awhile. Let the kids tinker with it. If it needs fixing the devil will fix it, and if the devil doesn’t fix it then nobody really needs it. Nobody needs anything from the devil anyhow, not even a piece of ass (because that’s what it is when it comes from the devil), but the devil will always give you credit and The Good Lord doesn’t give any.

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proverbs of the devil whom we are led to be ashamed by radio media and bus billboard showing one out of four has ‘em o you, o hemmorroid, who eats the preparation H suppository like a sucking child, the little old lady at the drugstore register looks away, drops her eyes to the floor, our shared shame but i am not ashamed, for these piles are not from lacking roughage in my diet, nor are they from sitting on cold, but come from grunting and straining like a horse, for i am a laborer and put my back and guts into my work, and yes, my hemmorroids bleed, do not ask for whom my hemmorroids bleed, they bleed for thee.

Shoving barges on the Minnesota River getting of watch at 1800 hours this evening clean up, head to the galley of the LINDHOLM, eating with Captain Emmet. The crew all white folks from the Cumberland Gap, Harlan Kentucky and Southern Indiana, 22


proverbs of the devil descendants of Daniel Boone, white slaves and River Rats. . . .the militia was sent into Harlan to keep the miners working. Everybody packed a gun when I was down there . . . this what Big Emmet is tellin the strike was on so long there was nothing to eat but onion. You read a lot? Tell me about onion. They’s good for you ain’t they? (the whole world ought to organize into One Big Onion) and the cook, little Sonya Stonecipher, sits by Emmet’s shoulder sorta like a little bird under Big Emmet’s wing, they running the towboat like they might make some money, move into a real house instead of that trailer they been living in, except Emmet’s got a couple of big houses, a backhoe, six or seven tractor trailers and she lives in the trailer, was raised around Harlan, serves up whitebread that was stale three days ago in tomato sauce I hate white biscuits and white gravey and I eat it so I can keep remembering why I’m so pissed off. These people been eating poverty so long they don’t know there’s other meat beside hotdog, and chicken once in awhile, other beans beside navy, other bread beside white or white biscuits. These folk think they’re ahead because they don’t eat chittlins and yellowmush

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poor me my mother was insane she couldn’t take a stand if she were to speak the truth she feared she’d lose her man my stepdad was abusive he beat me all the time my mother used to say to me don’t treat him so unkind i lived out on the streets i turned a lot of tricks i let the faggots pay me for them to suck my dick poor me poor me the whole world shit on me i’m the only one the whole world has gone and shit upon

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The genuine article versus objectification To be labeled a republican is to be objectified. Folks would say “he’s of the party of Nixon, Reagan and Bush.” But those guys weren’t republicans. They’re criminals posing as republicans, the way a child molester hides in the garb of a priest behind the veil of the church. And of those criminals, Nixon was the least, though the only one to get caught, and for the least of his crimes. To set the record straight: Abraham Lincoln and Fred Douglas were real republicans. The Spaniards fighting Franco during their civil war were real republicans.

nurmi’s brains al nurmi’s brains smell like parsely and dill I guess because the fresh parsly and dill hanging in my shop smell like nurmi’s brains. nurmi’s brains? he blew them out with his father’s shotgun, and i spent the day cleaning the books out of his apartment, souging the place down, singing holy songs, 25


proverbs of the devil and contemplating the gore upon the wall and blankets, collected large chunks of his brain in a coffee can after coroners took the body away. hilly silly holy songs Nine Proverbs of the Devil 1. how I get yr goat just what does that mean? cook yr goose ripped off yr illusions 2. he’s just a middle class kid with green military cap and red star trying to disguise himself as a guerilla as if it would save his life when the shit rolls up the street 3. who controls nations large and small plans who is to rise and who is to fall yet one old Negro on the corner with an eight dollar guitar can terrorize it all 4. existence is a stick in the mud a turd in space where none escapes, dirt on the druid Death’s face 5. alchemy of stardust and shit? when added to the clay of creation gold is a mechanism to inspire us to fornicate. it has no value beyond that. 6. there are no laws against evil. there are laws protecting evil 7. the core of all corruption in the world is the unwillingness to publicly bring into discussion the corrupt aspect of every ideology 8. a being can deliberately be successful at evil by espousing and putting into practice an ideology widely accepted to be beneficent and enlightened, anticipating the rewards of its corruption 9. a cat has but nine lives – that’s why she must walk cool. a man has a ten thousand lives and throws them away like a fool.

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Evil Anonymous: A twelve-step group Step one

We admitted we are powerless over our patterns of evil and our lives have become unmanageable

How has evil affected your daily life? What evil do you use to control others? Economically? Chemically? Physically? Emotionally?

Who modeled these forms of evil to you and how did you assimilate them?

What is your earliest memory of doing evil?

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Evil as chronic parasite

Who is the sleepy bureaucrat administrating genocide? Who mentions you are crazy in a memo to her supervisor? Who calls the death squad upon the fragile genius of Life the way a pedophile rapes a child? Who is this master of the subtle venom of invalidation, invisible as stale air, tasteless as tap water, discounting every credible intelligence, every natural force? The thinking class becomes articulate enough to define this invisible parasite, pointing out its form camouflaged as space between the brilliance of life and movement. What is this parasitic intelligence, this perversion that drives the one and only continuous holocaust on freethinkers and nature? It isn’t you. It isn’t me. It is only our terror that wreaks so much harm on the one who would love us. It is only our terror that wreaks so much harm on Existence.

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The Toxic Fart Society The lad had two boiled eggs for breakfast Sunday morn, and with his dad he studied names of fifty states, and learned to spell, but by evening time he might have ate fifty boiled eggs according to the tale, judging by the smell. The weekend dad returned the lad to his mother’s house. Map of fifty states in hand invoked mum’s ire who would prefer the dad to be a louse. There had even been a song to help memorize the fifty names, but when the boy farts and laughs his mother and her drunk decide he’s stoned, and mentally insane. Insane or stoned on his near eleven years! Uncontrolled mirth! But these adults cannot stand that he can fart so unrestrained, so must do what teachers often do and what parents often have done; convince him he is sick and evil for having fun. His mum attempts to take his mind, insists “you’re mindless as a coot!” The drunken boyfriend shouts and yells “I’ll kick your buttocks with my boot!” My prayer is Please don’t resort, my son, as they to drugs and alcohol for full expression of mirth and joy,

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proverbs of the devil so wicked to those who can’t control the laughter of a boy. And the greatest joke of all, full of irony, is the mom absolutely insisting this is serious business. No wonder the boy laughed more and more... ‘Twas just a fart!

published in Quindaro PROVERBS FROM THE DEVIL

I. No evil is necessary except the devil. Never be confused but always go with your heart, For your heart is the only place the devil can gain no control. Go with your heart and never be confused. Even if it kills you go with your heart. We all like to hold onto our dick sometimes Or have dreams of self-glory floating in our minds And even with our bellies full of eggs and pig’s fat When the truth comes, give up all that. Even if it kills you go with your heart; Breathe your last breath and cut you last _art.

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published in Quindaro

The Foundation Straightener Jim Tucker deals with the devil who is a White man; that is to say they do business. Jim gets a bunch of machines from the devil who tries to convince Jim that he needs the devil, but Jim just takes those machines apart, never puts ‘em back together again, and once in awhile when the devil needs Jim Tucker to be someplace then the devil himself climbs into a monkey suit and fixes that machine, a car or something, getting Tucker to help him, keeping an eye on Tucker to make sure he doesn’t take it apart. Now Tucker can put together any machine he wants to, can in fact be the devil when he works at it, but mostly he shrugs his shoulders saying “what’s the use? you don’t really believe in all that socialist crap do ya?” Meanwhile, socialism works for Tucker. The devil runs around keeping it working figuring Tucker will see the light someday and run around keeping it going. . . You got a machine needs fixing, Tucker’s van advertises MACHINE REPAIR (the devil got that one going) but no name, no phone number and he never printed up a business card. . .

What Tucker really does is straighten foundations. Tucker the foundation straightener figures just let things run by themselves for awhile. Let the kids tinker with it. If it needs fixing the devil will fix it, and if the devil doesn’t fix it then nobody really needs it. Nobody needs anything from the devil anyhow, not even a piece of ass (because that’s what it is when it comes from the devil), but the devil will always give you credit and The Good Lord doesn’t give any. 31


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ode to hemmoroids these pile of mine, o thou whom we are led to be ashamed by radio media and bus billboard showing one out of four has ‘em o you, o hemmorroid, who eats the preparation H suppository like a sucking child, the little old lady at the drugstore register looks away, drops her eyes to the floor, our shared shame but i am not ashamed, for these piles are not from lacking roughage in my diet, nor are they from sitting on cold, but come from grunting and straining like a horse, for i am a laborer and put my back and guts into my work, and yes, my hemmorroids bleed, do not ask for whom my hemmorroids bleed, they bleed for thee.

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Shoving barges on the Minnesota River getting of watch at 1800 hours this evening clean up, head to the galley of the LINDHOLM, eating with Captain Emmet. The crew all white folks from the Cumberland Gap, Harlan Kentucky and Southern Indiana, descendants of Daniel Boone, white slaves and River Rats. . . .the militia was sent into Harlan to keep the miners working. Everybody packed a gun when I was down there . . . this what Big Emmet is tellin the strike was on so long there was nothing to eat but onion. You read a lot? Tell me about onion. They’s good for you ain’t they? (the whole world ought to organize into One Big Onion) and the cook, little Sonya Stonecipher, sits by Emmet’s shoulder sorta like a little bird under Big Emmet’s wing, they running the towboat like they might make some money, move into a real house instead of that trailer they been living in, except Emmet’s got a couple of big houses, a backhoe, six or seven tractor trailers and she lives in the trailer, was raised around Harlan, serves up whitebread that was stale three days ago in tomato sauce I hate white biscuits and white gravey and I eat it so I can keep remembering why I’m so pissed off. These people been eating poverty so long they don’t know there’s other meat beside hotdog, and chicken once in awhile, other beans beside navy, other bread beside white or white biscuits. These folk think they’re ahead because they don’t eat chittlins and yellowmush 33


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poor me my mother was insane she couldn’t take a stand if she were to speak the truth she feared she’d lose her man my stepdad was abusive he beat me all the time my mother used to say to me don’t treat him so unkind i lived out on the streets i turned a lot of tricks i let the faggots pay me for them to suck my dick poor me poor me the whole world shit on me 34


proverbs of the devil i’m the only one the whole world has gone and shit upon

The genuine article versus objectification To be labeled a republican is to be objectified. Folks would say “he’s of the party of Nixon, Reagan and Bush.” But those guys weren’t republicans. They’re criminals posing as republicans, the way a child molester hides in the garb of a priest behind the veil of the church. And of those criminals, Nixon was the least, though the only one to get caught, and for the least of his crimes. To set the record straight: Abraham Lincoln and Fred Douglas were real republicans. The Spaniards fighting Franco during their civil war were real republicans.

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nurmi’s brains al nurmi’s brains smell like parsely and dill I guess because the fresh parsly and dill hanging in my shop smell like nurmi’s brains. nurmi’s brains? he blew them out with his father’s shotgun, and i spent the day cleaning the books out of his apartment, souging the place down, singing holy songs, and contemplating the gore upon the wall and blankets, collected large chunks of his brain in a coffee can after coroners took the body away. hilly silly holy songs

so I had a dream poem about selling one’ s soul several times, likely to the devil but like I say, several times, many times seems that is more realistic than the devil comes to collect one time and your number is up. most folks sell out many times in the course of their lives, but come back and sell out again, and they repent for awhile but something comes up and they sell out again. the reason I figure is because the soul grows in the brew of our bodies and is fed on life’s experience, very much like a Kombucha scobie or a cider vinegar mother. Even after one has sold their soul, there is always a little bit of soul fluid left behind, like starter yeast, and one can just grow another soul, a clone really, just like the last soul you lost. and you keep at it and you might grow a big healthy mother that makes more cloned souls. As long as you stay sugared and watered and add something grainy or fruity or caffeinated you never run out of souls. 36


proverbs of the devil In fact it appears the human soul has evolved be sold out, lost in deals with the devil, and given away in as many ways as possible.

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