Sunday, March 7, 2010

My novel in napkin form

[I am typing up an unedited transcription of the novel in napkin form. With the actual napkin you start with it folded small. Each /// represents the end of a napkin surface signaling where one would unfold to reach a larger, thinner surface. Also, the original literal translation included crossed out lines, missing letters, stray ink, etc]

open slowly
use your eye-lids when needed ///

I saw the storm of tomorrow brewing
in the shallow ocean of today. I saw Gregory
had been talking. I also saw the sun was
coming more over the power plant on land.
Due East and the sea were in accord ///

1 Incandescent
Torchier Lamp
crackles now too
slow now too brate

3 What is that?
- That is spit frozen
on the sidewalk

4 Tear the force-field down

2 Forgetful artistry
brewing up stews
in contingency for ...
something

5 Low spells of torture in a
soft daydream

6 Melancholic delight ///

8 and inside things move slower. The hope is that if the cycle slows and hit enough ________________ is seen from enough angles. The hopefully something grander will emerge. Blatancy supersedes and judgment and a level of confusion enters the air ______ quite possibly tempered

And so there is a seventeen-year-old and a nineteen-year-old sitting on cold sand watching the sun eke over a (somehow) smoking power station. Feeling. A strange activity in that sense for Alexander. (Feelings had turned into bad feelings which turned into worse feelings which had turned into numbness which turned into a feeling of non-feeling.) And now ... the Moon the everything ///

e ma n er of peace bottoms out. In accordance x ome forgotten dream (of purpose) I inject my it with embalmer's fluid - became confused, panic- and continue with a self-assurance born out of repetition repetition. The panic. In the preceding confusion, a gap in the embalming process occurs and anything rushes into the once pure museum with humidity control. Why is this message here? A hyper-distilled fugue. The cycles spun round to align. Unexpectedly the cellar door opens to the sunlight somehow bringing in all weather- concentrated, distilled.

In a lifestyle such as this, This is how things stick. "Hey Gregory?" "Yes, Alexander" What is this? This is the tape recorder of your life. "How does that work? ____________ and the questioning - the preceding confusion - this whatever X tinged absence because here, "What is that?" "That is spit frozen on the sidewalk" "oh" And that is close enough a description as anyone could reasonably ask.

And you aren't so much in control over what precipitation freezes and what doesn't. Depends on what you and I and how and why. Walking out of the intricately delirious rhythms of the coffee show ___ stomach, tongue and mind burned stale - I see my unfinished magnum opus - looking up and down New York City Avenues at red lights, The avenues that stretch for dozens of blocks unbroken ///

[This side was left blank] /[There could be double all 4 pages by writing on the back]/ (also I used bigger handwriting in 2nd quarter or one 00 eighth) /

He -------------------------------------------------------------------------//

~wakes up` : in an odd way like Neo at the beginning of The Matrix 3 all white and confused and in a subway station alone and it's so modern it's ultra modern and changing quite a bit./

Alexander ~wakes up ` in the gem room of the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. he begins //

to a tincture of of potentia --------------------------------------l
you see. it comes in many ways. they get fuzzy around the edges because the edges is where you try to. contain it but not really fits at thr eee ee e
ackwardsb back bass doublyes you see. +he edges confuse
and distort///



male bb female bb
phenotype bb * bb
genotype bb * bb

----------------- green Brown
hazel------------eyes light blue
-----------------yellow Brown

but light brown the kid has.///


knowledge comes from within ///

lolcat and the hat keyboard / 1 ^ 140 char set keyboard / flashcards symbols

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