the_imposters paste! That which should not be said, will not be said but they will however make faces at you like the “melting canteen” face or “hungry sliding pigeon”, even the “I hate you very much and would kill you when your back is turned” face. Most people don’t get that last one, the face that is. They don’t make it, I mean. The imposters rarely give that face is what I’m trying to say here. It’s a very rare face to have in this eager brown land. It’s so brown and eager that the dirt will take your hand and dance with you. The trees have no leaves and love to listen to avant-garde jazz. The older foreigner pushes his wife around in the wheelbarrow somewhere below in the caves that you have never seen. Its single wheel isn’t a wheel at all and was taken from the eyesocket of a dead elephant. The older foreigner is assumed to be the prime minister and all of the imposters are most assuredly mimicking his earlier, fiercer days before he came here and settled down with his wife. The imposters like to stick closely to one another. Right now, they are eating, because they have a long day ahead of them in a few days. Now, they are eating, but soon they will form a caravan. They have made pacts against the grand pianos on the other side of the brown mountains. They call those infamous peaks “The Shrivelers”. I want you to know in a mild and unassuming way, that the skin is peeling from your back because you are sliding out of the chair. Then again, everything is a dying breed. The imposters are definitely a dying breed. The skin from your back has fallen onto a closed and slick black grand piano to create a texture much like ice shavings in a pool of sludge, but very unlike the red smoke in the eyes of the imposters as they come for you. Do not fear them though, as they still have a few days before they arrive. Prepare yourself with C4 explosives or better yet, by listening to avant-garde jazz. 010621 ... foreigner i want to know what love is, i want you to show me eric dolphy. out to lunch or live at the five spot, i've been waiting for a girl like you. it's urgent that ornette and don cherry meet albert ayler and late-period trane. willie and family live forever! 010622 ... paste! the shape of the out is supreme. boom! a smoking waterfall. stamp! 010622 ... god the scraping_sound you hear really wasn't me, but it was. 021009 what's it to you? who go blather from