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And the smart operators fall for it every fucking time — talk about marks — One of our best undercover operators is known as the Rube — He perfected The Reverse Con- Comes on honest and straight and the smart operators all think they are conning him — How could they think otherwise until he slips on the antibiotic handcuffs —

"There's a wise guy born every minute," he says. "Closing time gentlemen — The stenographer will take your depositions — "

"So why did I try to blow up the planet? — Pea under the shell — Now you see it now you don't — Sky shift to cover the last pitch — Take it all out with us and hit the road — I am made of metal and that metal is radioactive — Radioactivity can be absorbed up to a point but radium clock hands tick away — Time to move on — Only one turnstile — Heavy planet — Travel with Minraud technicians to handle the switchboard and Venusians to make flesh and keep the show on the road — Then The Blazing Photo and we travel on — Word is flesh and word is two that is the human body is compacted of two organisms and where you have two you have word and word is flesh and when they started tampering with the word that was it and the blockade was broken and The Nova Heat moved in — The Venusians sang first naturally they were in the most immediate danger — They live underwater in the body with an air line — And that air line is the word — Then the technicians spilled and who can blame them after the conditions I assigned to keep them technicians — Like three thousand years in hot claws — So I am alone as always — You understand nova is where I am born in such pain no one else survives in one peace — Born again and again cross the wounded galaxies — I am alone but not what you call 'lonely' — Loneliness is a product of dual mammalian structure — 'Loneliness,' 'love,' 'friendship,' all of the rest of it — I am not two — I am one — But to maintain my state of oneness I need two ness in other life forms — Other must talk so that I am remain silent — If another becomes one then I am two — That makes two ones make two and I am no longer one — Plenty of room in pace you say? — But I am not one in space I am one in time — Metal time — Radioactive time — So of course I tried to keep you all out of space — That is the end of time — And those who were allowed out sometimes for special services like creating a useful religious concept went always with a Venusian guard — All the 'mystics' and 'saints' — All except my old enemy Hassan I Sabbah who wised up the marks to space and sad they could be one and need no guard no other half no word–

"And now I have something to say to all you angle boys of the cosmos who thought you had an in with the Big Operators — 'Suckers! Cunts! Marks! — I hate you all — And I never intended to cut you in or pay you off with anything but horseshit — And you can thank The Rube if you don't go up with the apes — Is that clear enough or shall I make it even clearer? You are the sucker cunts marks I invented to explode this dead whistle stop and go up with it — '"

A Bad Move

Could give no other information than wind walking in a rubbish heap to the sky — Sold shadow turned off the white film of noon heat — Exploded deep in the alley tortured metal Oz — Look anywhere, Head hand — Phosphorescent bones — Cold Spring afterbirth of that hospital — Twinges of amputation — Bread knife in the hard paid taxi boys — If I knew I'd be glad to look any-place — No good myself — Clom Fliday — Diseased wind identity fading out — Smoke is all — We intersect in the dark mutinous door — Hairless skull — Flesh smeared — Five times of dust we made it all — consumed by slow metal fires — Small for gasoline envelops last electrician — I woke up with dark information from the dead — Board Room Reports waiting for Madrid — Arrested motion con su medicina — Soft mendicant "William" in the dark street — He stood there 1910 straw words falling — Dead lights and water — Either way is a bad move — Better than that? — Gone away can tell you — No good No Buena — White flash mangled silver eyes — Flesh flakes in the sky — explosive twinges of amputation — Mendicant the crooked crosses and barren the dark street — No more — No mass — Their last end — Wounded galaxies tap on the plane — Hustling myself — Clom Fliday — And one fine tell you — No good — No bueno –

Be cheerful sir our revels touch the sky — The white film made of Mr. Martin — Rotting phosphorescent bones carried a gasoline dream — Hand falling — White flash mangled "Mr. Bradly Mr Martin" — Thing Police, Board Room Death Smell, time has come for the dark street — No more — No más wounded galaxies — I told him you on aid — Died out down stale streets through convolutions of our ever living poet — On this green land the dollar twisted to light a last cigarette — Last words answer you –

Long time between suns behind — Empty hunger cross the wounded sky — Cold your brain slowly fading — I said by our ever living poet dead — Last words answer your summons — may not refuse vision in setting forth the diary — Mr. Martin Mr. Corso Mr. Beiles Mr. Burroughs now ended — These our actors, William — The razor inside, sir — Jerk the handle — that hospital melted into air — Advance and inherit the insubstantial dead — Flakes fall that were his shadow –

Metal chess determined gasoline fires and smoke in motionless air — Smudge two speeds — DS walks "here" beside me on extension lead from hairless skull — Flesh-smeared recorded consumed by slow metal fires — Dog-proof room important for our "oxygen" lines — Group respective recorder layout — "Throw the gasoline on them" determined the life form we invaded: insect screams — I woke up with "marked for invasion" recording set to run for as long as phantom "cruelties" are playing back while waiting to pick up Eduardo's "corrupt" speed and volume variation Madrid — Tap[[e recorder banks luminscent flesh — Our mikes planning speaker stood there in 1910 straw word — Either way is a bad move to the Biologic stairway — The whole think tell you — No good — No bueno outright or partially — The next state walking in a rubbish heap to Form A — Form A directs sound channels heat — White flash mangled down to a form of music — Life Form A as follows was alien focus — Broken pipes refuse "oxygen" _ Form A parasitic wind identity fading out — "Word falling — Photo falling" flesh-smeared counter orders — determined by last Electrician — Alien mucus cough language learned to keep all Board Room Reports waiting sound formations — Alien mucus tumescent code train on Madrid — Convert in "dirty pictures 8" — simple repetition — Whole could be used as model for a bad move — Better than shouts: "No good — No bueno" —

"Recorders fix nature of absolute need: occupy — "Here" — Any cruelties answer him — Either unchanged or reverse — Clang — Sorry — Planet trailing somewhere along here — Sequential choice — Flesh plots con su medicina — The next state according to — Stop — Look — Form A directs sound channels — Well what now? — Final switch if you want to — Dead on Life Form B by cutting off machine of you want to — Blood form determined by the switch — Same need — Same step — Not survive in any "emotion" — Intervention? — It's no use I tell you — Familiar will be the end product? — Reciprocate complete wires? You fucking can't — Could we become part of the array? — In The American Cemetery — hard to distinguish maps came in at the verbal level — This he went to Madrid? — And so si learn? The accused was beyond altered arrival — So? — So mucus machine runs by feeding in over The American — hear it? — Paralleled the bell — Hours late — They all went away — You've thought it out? — A whole replaced history of life burial tapes being blank? — Could this 'you' 'them' 'whatever' learn? Accused was beyond altered formations — Not good — Machine runs by feeding in 'useless' — Blood spilled over Grey Veil — Parallel spurt — How many looking at dirty pictures —? Before London Space Stage tenuous face maybe — Change — Definite — e disorder gets you model for behavior — Screams? — Laughter?" — Voice fading into advocate: