[THE DOVE-EYED CURTSEY OF NEW VIENNA CITY:] July 16, 2004, 04:07 {dawn} we spawned from the dawn of some smokestacked insurgence [urgent:] we packed up the tragic in the chloroform urchins, we conned the hands from the seconds danger was packing his pipe full of poison and picking the scales off the roof of his curses so we asked a poor Indian which plant he was swilled by but he faded when we were waited on by a mystery salesman who spoiled the london on a bulletproof bridge, who brewed a blend out of salvation skin we asked him the way, the way which de-lighted and he clasped a stunned girth which he had hidden away “You must sail the Oriental Sea, there you will face the Widowmaker” so we combed the salt off of our ruined disguises and joined a new plague to the city of muses only we could see the hue of this detail job we few, the two of the violent four… {midday} the sun was inverted right under our noses and the sight was the melting countryside houses fingers and thumbs of the nearby survivors for it nerves all of those who venture this ocean. "We possessed every known engine, from the harpoon thrown by the hand to the barbed arrows of the blunderbuss, and the explosive saturn of the gypsy The Abraham Lincoln, propelled by her wonderful screw, went straight at the animal: So in a quarter of an hour, perhaps less, the frigate would have sailed without me? All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer" - E. Leopold Trouvelot {sundown} After the crime dramas of some sovereign tides, we reached the mighty mouth of the Oriental Sea. We slashed through vines of metal to only wait in Roulette, Meanwhile, the ambience of The New City crooned cheshire with its skyscrapers. The horse and Main were at it again, and the endless journey took its toll. Immediately within the gates of the New City, a monsoon was ushered inside by a gangrene of savages and the loyal tailor of a widowmaker… {dusk} “god only looks over states” {IMAGE REMOVED by UbuZip} danger signals and we enter through the gates. we are greeted by bullets symmetrical and a cupid that surrenders. “18 reflected hi-beams at high noon” said a burning cigarette oh, sweet sanitation. We witnessed the mighty servant that never sleeps as we slept in the widowmakers stronghold. Accosted by weights with notable attitude. I recalled overstimulation and a tape worm farm. But the suitcase cure gave birth to Valhalla adoration sonnets. In torrid rain: conquest pilot of the secret police. Sleep, somnambulist, sleep Join those copper pillows under the cablecars We have some evaporation to run We had to hatch in tiger mation and our genes will outlive us all not the giant tape worm. but it was frozen water that sunk the titanic. we are all 75% guilty. She had the limp of a vietnamese on trial… {Meanwhile in the jet stream…} I was dutied photo shooting, for the widowmakers moth ball. It stunk of gypsy liquor and the synapse kiss of decadence. The esteemed guests in their casual best But skin was not so eloquent. The widowmakers solid tower, high above the neon vigil She’s gorged their livers with liquor and eyes the jugular But this city, engorged in silver, is so much more approachable. A momentary dove-eyed curtsey for some indentured slavery. Cheers, to finesse, the widowmaker With her clutch so firmly placed But Once her eyelids close Her New City will be screaming Viva! Viva! Vienna! {twilight} [testimony via DANGER DAN:] “And we sang the death, the death of hertiage kinship, carry that, there’s blood on your lipstick you lovely. In fact, I’ve noticed something. She gets like that, all metriarchitypal on the sole basis of sex drive. She’s horny so she wags her iron spiked heel in the general direction of where she can’t tread her cunt, and that direction is here where blood doesn’t bond, whereas prayers have sought to. We went into a church today while we were lost, but religion was really found with that sax laying kermit. It fucked me up good living with a queen widowmaker, I wasn’t the same when I returned way back when, six months in the dungeon. Sorry I had to trick to into coming Alex, my comrade, but no one else would believe me; that this woman is where a psychologist would trace personality defects back to. She couldn’t break me, however, but bent me a bit. I don’t regret it, but I’m glad I could share this with someone who would bite lip in emotional stress at the widowmaker ONE. The violent ¾ shall return all my apples, to this great metrohell, stamp our standard permanent, burned and bold, black as ink-blood, yes yes yeh” VIENNA: “The highs are highs and the lows have gotten lower Deep in the old loom saloon We are the ringers on her receiver As she gently cracks her whip The city begs our hungry eyes But alas, the widowmaker. She’s shackle slipped our leashes tight As she dines on the marvels of her broken darlings. See how her daughters play? The world may still forgive her I’ve kneeled to her delight How I shall never forgive her” [URGENT:] !!!ESPIONAGE AT THE TAPE WORM FARM!!! THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN [END VIENNAGRAM:]