this ain’t no disco

Obnoxiously cantankerous week, you fruitful hyenas. Full moon, mom said. Whatever the case the DMV is irritant cardboard and my eyeballs are bloodshot from internet travels. I’m concocting an experiment where I split into ten and thus can please more people simultaneously. Two hands full. It'll put an end to all typographical errors and cure the common cold. I nearly broke my neck playing night-badminton two nights ago. Each muscle is wrought iron; I enclose mansions and people sit on me outside cafes. (disco in Latin means I learn.) My head is full of Kurt Godel, a timeline history of Israel and Palestine, the real David Byrne. Gum has fallen and been found. Statistics consumed the five senses. Frost blinded the lucy. Technology spat. What a jolly old man is he (i.e., the hyena). It’s rampant. The elephant remains attractive whether it roams American fields or not. Strip. This between Lester Bangs and Brian Eno is both interesting and important. Shifting light is shifting concrete components of the stage set around. If admission were to be free, chaos would ensue; therefore, admission will be a single toy derived from the source, one you make noise with.