The Disaster Appraiser

Unbelievable coincidence. Astronomy was never a topic of professional discussion for someone like me. The multitude of origins and paths in my twisted life remain for the most part uncharted. Perhaps a dusty old man living at the central-most magnetic Watchtower has such a diagrammatic representation of complete existence in panorama of time and space. A THEORY: Would feature finite tendrils' of design and intent, dark lines of well thought determinations mixed with finely translucent smoke trails of the spontaneous and faint of heart; these are in turn brushed away with the breeze. What type of spiritual ink.jet would assemble this order of a satisfactory precision? I wonder tonight… Still, for the not quite enlightened, an invisible grey has permeated my quarters. Even the assuredly watertight is subject to a minutia degree of percolation. The stars down hear sometimes flash quite brilliantly while in the throes of restless midnight. You and I snuck out inebriated and glowing with invincibility to float amongst the harbor-scene. There! Was an incredible din caused of passing freighters. We both independently contemplated the environment's effects upon ourselves.

You made well the point that lasting impressions do not in fact last, at least indefinitely. An indicator light went unnoticed. The ships slid as mechanical leviathans across each other's bows, like flanks, humming their own praises only to erupt with great churning of monstrous gears. From here to the horizon was a cacophony of cosmic light and industrial orchestration. A blip on the radar's radius, a muddied * PING * recorded on tape. Did you hear that? a voice in the background inquires. Intones another spectator then. There is only one life to live and it is worthy of a journey, where-ever its (ill-conceived?) foggy destination lies. I gulp down my travel-sized spinach and I set out for new lands with mysterious traits. As the heavy gate is lifted, the ravenous crowd is revealed. The curl of the lip then; the flash of crooked teeth. At once, 2 pairs of pupils narrow in harsh surprise. You have been missed, old friend of mine.

Enon has a great flipside of very catchy pop sounding rock played against a struggling dissonant-indie power. It should all be semi-paradoxical and is more than likely creating a black hole somewhere. And it's all a continuation of SM-art punks Brainiac ex-members efforts. This from Enon's 2007's Grass Geysers[ellipses] Carbon Cloud[ellipses]. So F@$& IT! Anyway Good Reader; Summer is cashed, dutifully deposited, and awaiting review by our Nation's Bank. For your honored consideration, the following are the words I have chosen:

Standing suddenly in the pressurized exit aisle

Goddamn the PEANUTS! and the hell with all of YOU!

The man exclaimed, his hand around the handle, his legs swept into space.

-madrid$$$ 2009