The Circular Highway

"The Coachella Valley Historical Society received in 1994 a box of clippings and correspondence from Miss Mary Taberoff, a resident of Los Angeles in the 1960s and 70s, and the owner of property near the sea. It was a fascinating account of her dreams for the sea and her persistence in seeking help from everyone from local residents and officials to President Lyndon Johnson and members of his government. She envisioned a four-lane highway around the sea, sand moved down from the upper valley to create beaches, planted to native palm trees, and elaborate hotels with helicopter service to Palm Springs. She was greatly concerned with the environmental impact of energy development at the south end of the sea, and with the deteriorating quality of the water." - www.sci.sdsu.edu

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Notes towards parts 3, 4, 5

the scientists extend the strength of their hold by dropping a synthetic klonopin atmosphere bubble down over the people. one morning everyone wakes up and feels slower, dumber. they all have the idea to take this new road, which circles the Salton Sea, and it gets so crowded that no one can get off. the poets get lost in this swirl, but eventually find the mermaid and the wingéd wierdos and the klonopin void (ie the entrance to a path to the lab fortress, all of which are void of klonopin - entrance, path, lab) leading to the lab fortress

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They've gone and imposed an homogenous coordinate with that there klonopin bubble of an atmosphere, and the coordinate's relative value to the modular center is negative one. It's obvious that if we're posited it's over, and now that we're vacuumed into this singular negative it doesn't take much for the Ladie of the Lab to throw a switch and toggle the values. What we need is to derail the value down into a floating point spiraling on an asymptote towards zero. But we can only do this in the in-finite moment between when the imperial daughter bangs the toggle and when the system realizes that the toggle's been banged. If we knew when that trumpet would blast we could intercept that thief before she wipes bleaches out the fundament upon which being's strung.

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the klonopin atmosphere
is the limit
of the people's stupidity
so they can't escape
from it.

but shouldn't that mean
they can? if the klonopin
caps off what's stupid in
them, can't what's con
scious knock it down
from the other side?

well said but can we get
them out of the bed that
they're rutting in2 that
road that runs round and
round the salton sea?

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what the mother fuckers need,
for their plan to succeed,
is for the people to get cultural,
digesting the transparency
of the spherical power
in the moment they're spitting
it out - duplicity is what
the mother fuckers need
from the people; and them
orbiting round the core
of the vacuum cult, epicenter;
that was the first step,
that unifying ritual -
for that stunt, the mother
fuckers didn't feel as if
they'd imposed. They
just felt impressed.

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THE PEOPLE START TO FLOAT UP
LIKE A CYCLOTRON, THEIR MOM
ENTUM HOLDS THEM IN FORMATION
AS THEY SPIN ROUND THE ROAD
BUT LIFT UP FROM THE GROUND
AND HOVER UP AND AROUND,
THE LAB FORTRESS GIGGLING
THRU LOUD SPEAKERS, MTN
DEW CANS CRACKLING OPEN
AND THEM CHEERING WITH
THEIR CANDY AND REALLY
STRAIGHT PORN