[THE ZEBRA,MONGOOSE AND THE FETUS. IT'S A DATE, RATTLE SNAKE.]
July 28, 2003, 22:26

{dawn}
A moving tribute to cholesterol by the harp at the gallows. I attended the ceremony with Dr. Freud, who kept taking hits of cocaine, by ducking his head in his coat. 
He mentioned that the noose had erotic significance. He purred like a kitten stuck in a turned on waffle iron.
I replied: 
“Students of phallic symbolism have been able to trace every manifestation of intelligence to sex.”

{midday}
clouds as white as the broken plastic legs of a hula dancer. 
The Skunk was in a foul mood. On several occasions he would abruptly stop to climb up a tree and steal rotten robin’s eggs. He would then proceed to crack the egg with his long brittle index finger nail, and dump the fetal contents into his mouth. 
“The problem with god.” He said, “is that he never gives you enough eggs.”

He smashed his leftover eggs in a blind woman’s hair. 

[CLASSIFIED:]
Arrive at the Robert H. Moe wheelchair district. 
We were there to speak to the Czar. He had promised The Skunk, a man of wealth and taste, his own radio program but had never followed it up. It was time to take what was ours. For the good of the X- Chromosome. 
A few of The Kennedy’s were standing around; painting their pet hog’s nails and stuffing their yaps full of fresh uncut centipedes. Luckily, I spoke their language.
KENNEDY: “Hi, Jackie”
ALEX VIENNA: “Hi, Susan, how are you?” 
KENNEDY: “oh, I’m hanging in there.”
ALEX VIENNA: “How was your weekend?”
KENNEDY: “oh, it was good, we went on a cruise.” 
Obvious lie. Whatever’s easier for you, ma’m. Before they would let us in to see the Czar, we needed to fill out the proper forms. Straight economics. 

[BELOW; LAST REMNANTS OF A REMOTE VIENNAGRAM:]
[CLASSIFIED:] [ARCHIVE:]
[HEADLINE:] 
Georgianna Boutin and Blanche Lamarre were tough critics of the French Meat Pie at the “French Day” lencheon at the Flint Senior Center, but all agree it was 
“TRES DELICIEUX!”

Are these enchanting women models from a top Parisian modeling agency? No, they’re our very own lovely ladies who were graceful, posied and proffesional as they modeled for the Niagra-Maplewood Senior Center’s fashion show. 

Rose St. Pierre and Juliette Theroux enjoy their Hartley pork pies at one of the South Main Senior Center’s luncheons. 

Cheap drugs. The Skunk’s sneeze rings for hours down the corridor; wakes up old leather skin and makes the babies cry. Asps. Lipstick. Neckbrace. Heavy breathing. High heels down empty hallway. Fix your training bras, snipers. Man-toad-woman. Danish kings. Old elephants limp off to the hills to die. Portuguese Widowmaker makes dignitaries freelance clothing. Dr. Weasel’s office. Leather skin. Skin of leather. Richard Nixon…dead? Last seen in gridceiling. Pod chair. Missing unit. Smelling salts. Needed: Cutlasses and blunderbusses on handicap romance island.”

The Skunk and I then reported to the East district. The Red lights of all dopplegangers blinded myself and many innocent bi-standers. 
[NOTE:] 
To human resources department: Left, right, right, left –or- left, right, right, right, left. Picked up by Asthma spies, who’d been tracking us from the collidascope county borders. They deliver us to Human Resources to be spade and neutered. 
ASTHMA SPY: “No salvation.”

[TECHNIQUE:]
High Efficiency Frigidaire sending out noxious knockout fumes. 

The Skunk outsmarts the Asthma spies by making me honorary X-Ray attendant. We are escorted out and steal an X-Ray combonation decoder. The nurses have engagement rings. The Skunk is hired as a doctor and immediately performs 27 C-Sections, 9 Heart Transplants; while smoking a cigarette, he uses a woman’s cleavage as an ashtray. 

{sundown}
En route: we are accosted by a trans-gender bounty hunter who tells us to "use our heads." We head to Texas, where beautiful women are born, not made. We nearly stay there for hours, stuck in the clutches of the mantis. Why not?
We speak of espionage to the Acrylic Order and they instruct us to steal our childhood retainers back from the capitalists. 

“Skunked ya.” 

{dusk}
Anita Dunn, looking spiffy and beautiful in a pastel pink top and flowered skirt, is STILL modeling at age ninety-six!

my jar of old Chinese glue relays a message for the kids:
“The student must learn to be different. if he does not wish to be engulfed in life or to be in trouble constantly. For success and happiness, an aspirant must challenge life and be challenged by life. He dare not surrender to an absolute conformity that will truly cause him to cease to be.”

modern metaphysics add bob hope to the list of references. 

{twilight}

ZEUS:…….so be it. 

SIRENS: VIVA! VIVA! VIENNA!

[END VIENNAGRAM:]