A Year Underwater (In E. Leopold Trouvelot We Trust) June 09, 2004, 02:29 In E. Leopold Trouvelot We Trust -and- The Ten Plagues of the Gypsies FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: {dawn} …and the rational syndicate squirmed out of their sequence desires revealing the crooning terror of The Gypsy Moth Order. The seventh hour horrorshow has begun and an all out Campaign: [CITIZENS OF SKIN VS. GYPSY MOUTHS:] {BULLETIN:} “ALL IS LOST, ALL IS LOST; move on, move out you succulent evils you horned devils wove our Hiroshima and made Rome fall to ruin…” Raise the flag, the flag of E.Leopold Trouvelot He who would sell the hairs off of a new born baby He who has spoiled the future from under our feet, Inside our gypsy silk clothes, Beside our gypsy silk charade It was the incurable panic from Broadway to Bombay And it is In E. Leopold Trouvelot We Trust… [ATTEMPT:] Infection of Gypsy Plague via Doppleganger dressed as a mirror image Danger Dan. Beware this asthma agent; dressed in black tar and bullet hole defiance. [TECHNIQUE:] A typical gypsy tether agent has a portable unit which is strapped to the hosts leg, and a "hot button" which is connected to the probationer's [TELEPHONE WIRE:]. The portable unit sends a constant [SIGNAL:] to the base unit. The base unit keeps a record of when that signal is interrupted, and transmits that information by telephone to the Gypsy Plague House. The host is placed on a strict schedule, and must account for any absences (abscesses). [CONTEMPT:] Finding me guilty of associations within the Violent four as well as the biggest supporter of the [LEE HARVEY OSWALD POSTMODERN MAKEOUT PARTY:] The Brown Ballot has filed me as a heretic in all 27 states. The mere mention of the name Lee Harvey Oswald will be recorded and enforced. The Brown Ballot sets minimum fines for LEE HARVEY OSWALD and illegal talking and encourages local governments to adopt ordinances similar to the provision of the state law. Most enforcement of make-out party laws are carried out at the local level by karma police departments, sheriff's offices, or health departments. Many cities and counties have adopted local ordinances which contain more stringent provisions than the state law. [NOTE:] To find out about Lee Harvey Oswald ordinances in your community you may try contacting the sheriff or police department, county or city clerk, or the code enforcement office. {midday} As the newest conductor of the L-Train, it has been my job to single handedly ween the economy back to solid foods. Ever since the Brown Ballot deactivated The “Die-Fi” Internationale, the lines from heaven to hell have been held stateside. Although it has been so lovely to fly overhead, the much I’ve overheard is a whisper. En Route from The Tension Chest to Salvation City Limits the black inkable happened. Local Czech powers have planned to make a postmodern bridge; that is to destroy an efficient monolith and render it useless and unusable. Of course the effects of such ripples in the asphalt ocean create tidal waves of discordia. Like burning bible pages, I found myself calling The [SICKLE-CELL:] to return and invert apologies to the modern marvel, saint of sinners, margaret pheramone. So I clawed mother leopard like a random blank round And found myself facing the world as one. Billowing past the lepers in the fossil boil we unearthed a sacrifice. Every country sang of Japan and Tokyo Vogue and Heaven Collapse. So The Saint and myself rode the music notes to the sinister scales of Silver City. We were tre sheik on rarer ampheramone because it was our calendar day And we felt infrared in the pink petrified dinosaur display. The shocked bubblegum broad filed our blood type: Pheramone as Pink weekly and Vienna as the Red Tide. The luxurious fountain of youth sprayed the acetone from the atmosphere to reveal The bluest blood of Iodine sailing and swelling overhead. One year already, say it’s true, say it’s true and ashes to ashes Through triumph and tragedy, our suns did not set Exhibit A and her smoking gun. That true love disease and her majesty. Go Galant electric lovers and remove the Gypsy Surrender Burn the white flag of gypsy silk and coat the world in pheramone. Those 18 holes were a chance to dream in silver steam What luck when fate dealt us the 2 of hearts. Only we can take a modern love and convert it into electric. {sundown} [Mildred Feldman honors Alex Vienna:] “I don't need history, i don't need biology; I need pretty women all around me”- Alex Vienna The scene was set in the arms of honorable mentions and gentlemen I was given the number of 111 (Viva Viva Vienna) and gladly classed the joint up. Mint Green versus Navy Blue; and we all know that Vienna is the victor. The unsuspecting crowds eyed me from afar, entranced by my sheer magnetism. Even members of the Committee of Celebrated Pseudo-Intellectuals realized that I, first among equals, stood out from the crowd of contemporary conformers. The lights dimmed and Sister Widowmaker gave a speech with god as her witness: “ Brothers and Sisters, high digestion burn bottle tired berry rough short meat clean group hook needle connection seswim some hospital power seat shock suggestion impulse end come please old deep line current surprise eye all milk still nation in touch ray conscious stop still wide pump son old idea amusement winter awake condition coal foolish paper . Thank you.” The helium host said her good-byes and gave the microphone to Clamp and Crosby. The Clamp and Crosby were given the task of droning names, while a robotic arm dispensed awards. During a brief interim of name dropping the robotic arm began to juggle several handicapped contest winners, which made the audience hoot and holler. Until…. “My Xs and Ys. testosterones and pheramones ladies and germs In this age of artistic obscurity, I find it an honor to be acknowledged for my achievements here tonight. when I first came knock knocking an iron fist on your doors you accepted me as your own and amidst scandal, controversy and concept we have grown closer than the northern lights so now, in this dusk of accomplishment I see that my efforts were not in vain never apologize never explain never apologize never explain whether I be here or there, May I always remember this 27th PRIMUS INTER PARUS VIVA VIVA VIENNA that’s what I said, LOVE IS DEAD! adieu, adieu and cheers to you…” Yes, it took the great Alex Vienna to bring the audience to its knees. Women. Children. Grown men screamed as I blew kisses and dispensed my gratitude. The head of the Committee, having been so impressed by my wielding of the unruly crowd immediately wrote me a Czech valued at 150,000 Swedish crowns. Immediately placed the Czceh next to the copyrights of the linear year signed by Caesar [REFERENCE: [::VIENNAGRAM: “new to luxury? take a tour”::] Arm in arm with the sheik St. Margaret Pheramone we headed the L-train for The Salvation City Moth Ball. It would be close, but I was assured by the rising yeast that we would make it. {dusk} Pheramone evaporates into India as we head down the salvation storm drains. The hall of hellfire was located inside a desolate garden of debauchery. Inside the sweat and ash of the fashionably late laid the Moth Ball. Comrades of Old, Sirens of the Alamo and of course the controversial Envy Yours. The hosts of the Moth Ball swelled with pride that we had finally arrived. Pheramone and I mingled among the finger tramps for 6 seconds and then Got down with the love is dead: {IMAGE REMOVED by UbuZip} We knew how to pony like bony maroney we knew how to twister like your baby sister Baby, mash potato, did the alligator “I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister” Rose up on our knees, did the sweet pea Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then we took control, Then you rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then we did the watusi… In the streets there were just us true lovers dancing around to the simple Rock & roll song We threw our heads back and laughed off the in the stars of One year already. {twilight} calmly sleep the slumber salt dreams coat our summer fall leave me out forever candy coat our secrets excommunicate our regrets and all our autum air will turn to gold The way we stick; siamese eyes The way you spill; soft disguise The lights are at home The future’s our own The way we talk, diamonds ring The way you stop listening The lights are at home The future’s our own and our fate is yet unknown but I get this feeling, when I’m with you that we can talk in our sleep conquer the things that we’ve never seen and we’ll never be alone and The lights are the villains Venus burns of perfume Whiter than a porcelain moon Phoenix satellites: we burn, darling, burn remember our dying embers? Odds say we’ll devour each other Star crossed- our fingers so tight that we race our own hearts So they’ll never beat apart The way you speak: chloroform That first taste of pheramone The lights are at home The futures our own A pre-destined mystery For rewriting history The lights are at home The future’s our own And our lives shall be retold Recalling sapphire horizons of youth resting our kamikaze bones fortune’s of melancholy dial tones when we were well known when we were the villains … [END VIENNAGRAM:]