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A few words about Ari

SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR Pith Helmets

Ari used to live next-door to the Scout Hall and see what was going on in the backyard. It was not the soucts but the girl guides and maybe they were some wax and waves. 

He was born on the first national day of national days.

Among his remains were a dozen dirty magazines he’d found in the wreckage of a dump truck. There’s a tunnel at that spot now.

Pantheism

Do I believe in god?  Yes, I believe in all supreme beings. Ishtar, Thoth, Krisha, Zeus, Jehovah, Thor. Many more. They appear as the fermentation of my imagination as it is digested by the folklore of my people.

How did these figments evolve? Do monkeys have figments? Bacteria?

Quentin Sicamouse, in his soon-to-be remaindered magnum opus, proved that viruses have gods. And ipso facto, reducto ad absurdum, gods have viruses. There’s lot of bad blood between them.

And between us, from the oil bath we’ve taken while singing a happy song.

God

You’ve got to give these fairy god fellows credit. Back in the days of the febrile crescent, they were spoken highly of. Nietzsche thought they died from disgust and boredom. Mother Goose has one eye. The son of her daughter sells wind to the eggplanters. The fish developed thumbs.

Humptey

In this task did fail all the Christians in first circle of hell, and all the Commies in seventh heaven.

They brought in a crane for his crainyectomy and wee willy bendix for his pendix. A shitload of junk bond traders flocked to the remains. Them and their army. When the situation became dire those that had the means retired to their lead-lined bunkers and the lower class wailed to the skies. DNA analysis revealed a mongrel influence.

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I think I speak for all of us

I think I speak for all of us when I say that I think I speak for all of us.

[Deduct two points for double irony and violation of the incompleteness theorem.]

Many have been born who no longer live, as we know ourselves.Those few of us still alive, survivors of the big bang and all that followed, credits to our community and debits to our band, happy in our cups, with two bits in the bank and an overdue book. We crawled up the decision tree until our heads were spinning and all hands were gathering wool.

Those not yet born will speak of us like the germs that we are, all plasm and double the protons. Don’t say too much about us or we get the big head.

Those that were almost born, that still was a life beginning as all we’ve made.

Our noodly appendage

 

I hesitate to debrief you at this late hour, but it’s been bruited abroad that they are coming for our noodly appendage. Our daily bread no longer rise. Retreat to the mountains. Take special care for the mothers to be.

Cross-reference this file to the memoranda in your welcome package.

Time served

Once upon a time congress gave control of the network time servers to Homeland Security. In those days, the brothers made handsome profits in stocks and at the parimutuel. Eventually some of the two-timers got caught with their pants down. It proved to be in their DNA.

Colored people

When the blacks can see the whites of your eyes, watch your back.
When even the jews won’t play the game, count yourself out.
That’s how I was brought up by a man who fought the japs
and died in his driveway shovelling snow.