EPL Where does it go?Arrival - every time on time

The fog bank stretched for 400 miles today - they say. An isolation gas that hypnotizes us into Mercurial lucid hypnogogic hallucinations - maybe life is one.

The garbage man is up far too early again, he's gotta catch that first batch of freshly fart dumped brand packaging - the first market watch, oh what that man knows, sshh! don't tell. That mighty hydraulic beast will be shitting out perfectly packaged coffin birth again back at the yard - an audience of State Benefit recipients eagerly awaits your return full fully mustached man machine - them with freshly printed USD one dollar bills clad crisp in hand.

Seagulls and seagull shit covers the miles long stank of that ol' county junkyard in a fish gut white snow - those low flying planes can admire - in fact those seasoned pilots search for it, a beautiful sun radiated and reflected land mark to be sure.

The dollar toting hordes are aggressively demanding deals now - its all they've got, so beware.

From new Atari's still in the packaging to wedding rings and ladies fingers - that garbage man he's got a line towards an early retirement.

The smell of 1980's street mist as he rolls down his streets! - da' man!

On those streets long before first light - the babbling of hard drunken Vietnam vets, hobos, winos and the overall dejected from the system folks - you wish you could travel back in time to hug one! Compared to what's coming off this current defunct human assembly line, you really wouldn't want to know.

It seems like something went haywire with the ontological dasein generated early Konrad Zuce computational universal programming model. Maybe we're all just stuck in this sodomizing raping time machine together - hold your serial killer neighbors greasy hand at Christmas and sing Kumbaya with manufactured gravy coating your larynx, the documentary, fully full mustache camera man zooming in on your zit chin will be cute someday, you think.

Products. Products on display. Naked before the magi wearing entire starsystems mid-point set upon the crown. That third holographic cosmic eye - a nebula.

Better astral travel (with silver cord insurance) Jacobo Grinberg via Pachita -an inner earth dweller Dr. Russell for dinna' - telepathic dollar store God-helmet projection. Metcalfs law meets Dr. Persinger, though sine waves heavily amplified. Cherokee:Egyptian collab, an early Incan text message system! I hear there's a free lung in it for you?!

Shaman skies seem clear!

Your yella' he says, but he's going crazy and I am just a cuck, in essence no one but Dave Thomas from Wendy's 1986 knows shit! Buy the baked potato BTW and only from the one off Munras Boulevard, however only self-serve the Broccoli Cheese on top as our bodies can't breakdown the chili anymore upon reconfiguration - a de-evolution to be sure.

Pigs. Fresh little pink pork belly belly piggies. The image represents a little something different to us - an Asher Test APQ.

Skating on thin ice!

I was the lost vagabond who exists yet does not exist - an anigma held in a sort of superposition - there is absolutely nothing super about it, I assure you.

That damned horse made me look bad bucking all about. I didn't know how the hell to even sit on such a behemoth, it knew more about time travel than I ever did. This is how they rouse you up ya know?! They take a doxastic symbol from the past infusing your happiest memory with stochastic dread of mathematical failure. The rest you ride out. The variables are not required to mesh together in any uniformity - that is a big illusion, like a freshly shit out 4-D block - its only one up from the garbage compactor - neat little re refurbished packages of often reappropriated goods, that's the secret. The Jewish plato machine I used to call it, only now I'm not so sure.

Ducks more Ducks and Geese flying down from Canada and soon to head back after a long farmers almanac Wiccan fertility spell - better confirm Gerald Gardener and Ted Owens, Prometheus broke free. Those damn Geese ll' bust a kids femor clean in half with wing, watch out Molly Ringwald!

Satan, after all what is it? Perhaps a primordial black goo or perhaps that is simply what all cargo cult members see, those aromatic amino acids cloud the profanes eyes and visions.
Visions. Yes that's right a vision quest -a 1986 Neon clad LA Noire strip mall those Comanche saw it in a sacred mushroom Ayahuasca induced prescient drooling state of babble down by the babbling brook - still called by the same name today - The Babbling Brook Strip Mall of Pasadena, you know that one near JPL?