Ordinary History America

the trapdoor is closed; am finite again, but a moment ago—levitation! purple lights the bluewater bridge turned on the oil- black river st clair became fuel for the nightfishers there it was the dream of a memory or the memory of a dream that dumped me below a window, watching a woman change into a man. she entered his dairy log:at first all the world was america and didn’t that suck, he thunk, and strunk his cunk against an overwrought iron fence. they stood waiting like that photograph of the bootblack jack and the aristocrat looking away from her window at a fact well worth recording—Alexander Graham Bell wanted to call his daughter Photophone. between the forest and the gander i hand her over to Metacomet. yes i certainly did. and King Philip sayeth unto me: nature denatured thee friction alone makes her come therefore i need some more before you make me wear’um pants. O failed invention! where’d you get that voice? refusing to come to a particular point, castration finally made sense.