![]() As I cross the boundary of time, and therefore space, I am reminded of the emerging field of fractal geometry, of the concept of self-similarity. In fact, I can’t be sure that you will be able to hear this recording, but here goes. Special Agent Dale Cooper Travels Back in Time to Stop King Philip's Warĭiane, I have no idea where or when I am. The ball is in your court, Sky.Ī couple of poems to help kick things off: The first is an old favorite of mine, and the second is excerpted from my book, The Sachem is Dead! If you continue to abuse us, Sky, we will-I swear to God, we will- send a nuke up to the International Space Station, and blow you to sunders. No more will we lie in our fields and stare up in awe of your stars. No more will we make out under your sunsets. ![]() No more will we ponder what your puffy clouds look like. If you do not comply, sun, there will consequences. We want a San Diego quality month, one where each day the meteoroligists get to come into work, look at their data, make a cheap graphic of the week with "Sunny, High of 75" maybe with a sunglass-weilding cartoon sun, and kick back and enjoy their coffee coolatas until air-time. If you insist, Sky, on such an overbearing load being dumped on your meek people, we demand overtime! We call for the best July on record. Yes, that means that on more than half of June's days, something fell from the Sky into which you can stick a ruler. June featured 16 days with measurable precipitation. Just make up your mind.įinally, we cry for limits. Sun in the morning should not entail the darkness of Hades in the afternoon. Next, we demand you make your daily intentions clear and stick to them. You struck a shellfisher in Orleans the other day with your electrical wrath, and we are not going to accept that kind of maliscious behavior. We demand guidelines.įirst off, we demand no more killing. Sky, you have violated our dignity for the last time. Something must be done to protect our rights as human beings, because this treatment is downright inhumane. ![]() We can not be expected to take this lying down anymore. We can not work under these unsanitary conditions. Trough indeed, as if the Sky has been pushing our collective face into a trough of piss. THANKS TO A PERSISTENT TROUGH ACROSS SOUTHERN NEW ENGLAND.JUNE 2009 FEATURED PREDOMINANTLY COOL AND MOIST CONDITIONS. JUNE 2009 WAS UNUSUALLY COOL.CLOUDY AND FREQUENTLY WET ACROSS MUCH OF SOUTHERN NEW ENGLAND. Here are the first couple lines from it to give you the gist: Treat it like childish bastard it is.Īccording to this summary of June weather in southern New England, The whole last month sucked. It feeds off of your begging, your cries of "Whyyyy?! Why won't you just stop it?!" Don't give it any more strength. On behalf of my sullen people, I am taking to the streets, sign in one hand reading "We may be mostly water, but we have limits!" and megaphone in the other, through which I will lead cheers of "Rain rain go away, come again some other day!" I am protesting you, Sky.Īnd I call on all of you to join me. Oh Great Sky, how you giveth and how you taketh!Īnd how you so recently have givethed it so hard and so long and so savagely! And how we hath takethed it right in the ass! How you giveth new meaning to "right where the sun don't shine." I acknowledge neither creation nor creator Here are a few recently unearthed poems that were written in the span of a couple hours while I was waiting for somebody. He will kill Christopher Walken just in case. He will kill things and kill other thingsįaceless Apache helicopters from the sky. His squiggle sensations have gotten him out. But Sine Pecunia lives, and I'm planning on posting here more often in coming days.
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