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You notice

Two filled mittens have hung since birth. One grasps a bib, outlined in blue.
And half of a black-walnut shell adheres to the other's peripheral fuzz.

Do you believe in unseen hands? Or choices at all?

A voice enters at two octaves:

"You'll only wear one!"
"But I don't know which one!"
"You're too old now, not to understand. Neither can be seen abstractly!"
"So I've got to decide?"
"Uh-Huh!"
"Nuh-Uh!"

Double the half, and make a closed whole, or dribble pureed green mush down your chin.

Look at the Wave!

Evergreen:
Evergreen by Murdhee

Hula Hoops (Rough Draft) for Beka

Below are two tracks from this rough draft of a compilation CD I made for my friend Beka. She is far away for now. I hope she is enjoying summer in the winter, and daytime napping.

fa Perca:

fa Perca by Murdhee


Entretenimiento Aural / Shew Veeha:

Entretenimiento Aural / Shew Veeha by Murdhee



If you like these songs, you can download the whole CD following the link below.

Hula Hoops (Rough Draft) for Beka:

1. Quick
2. belly
3. Sunny Mitsubishi
4. Good Morning Emily in the Ocean
5. And Eye Nose
6. Cruhideak Orchestra
7. Ghost Wobble
8. Nuh-Uh / Yuh-Huh
9. Noic Omocol
10. Tubajo fa Lubina
11. fa Perca
12. House Clubbe
13. Entretenimiento Aural then Shew Veeha
14. Spangled
15. Exbard Parade March
    

New Bed

On the Phone

"So I've been trying to bust into the calendar business for over fifteen years now . . . I know! That's what I said . . . I know! You gotta be kiddin' me! So anyways, I'd been thinkin' to myself, 'who are the major players in this game?'. . . Good question, right? So 'den I took a look over to my fridge and saw it, I had an epiphany. . . a revelation! I says to myself, 'You are such a fuckin' idiot!'. . . I see 'der, right smack dab on the freezah' door that fuckin' picture, you knows da one . . . Da one. . . with da old folks on it. . . you know . . . Whater' 'der names . . . Oh yeah, Fred and Wilma Hobel. 'Sumptin like dat.

Fred and Lois Hoebel

Anyways, 'dey got dat magnet they mail out to the whole fuckin' county with their dumbass pictures on it, just so that people will wanna call 'em and get 'em to sell 'der house. I noticed to myself 'dat on the current years magnet, 'der was a little calendar hanging from it. I know right! Brilliant fuckin' idea! So anyways, I'm just standin' 'der, starin' at 'dis thing, thinkin' to myself, 'Tony, you're such a fuckin' idiot, why didn't you tink-a-dis before! Magnet Calenders!' I know right? That's what I says! It's fuckin' two-tousand-an-ate! So anyways, like I said, I'm just standin' 'der, staring at these two old farts' ugly mugs. 'Den it came to me. Oh! Did iiittt come to me! I'm standin' 'der, and I say to myself, "What the fuck are 'dese two geriatrics' faces doin' up on my fridge?" You know me, I don't like 'dat sort-a-tang. So I says to myself, "Tony, what do you wanna see stickin' like a magnet up on your fridge?" What do you tink I wanna see!? Twenny-Four pairs-a-tits hanging out of neon colored bikinis. One pair for every month! Do you or don't you get where I'm goin' wit dis? No! Not twenny-four pairs of tits on every page, on pair of tits for every month. I swear to God, sometimes I think I outta . . . So anyways, you see where I'm goin' with dis, right? 'Dats right! I reached down into 'da fridge and pulled out a bucket-a-Heineken I had been coolin' off for a while. 'Chu know, to get my day started! And oh my God, I swear to God I must be some sort a genius. The cherry on top of this whhooolllleeee tit-calender ice-cream sundae jumped right down outta 'da lips of 'da virgin Mary, God bless-ah, and into my ears. You know what I thought to myself? This is what I thought. Sure, people like tits, and bikinis, and beaches, yadda yadda yadda. But in 'dis day-in-age, one thing ain't enough for most folks. Hell, even Freddy and Wilma Bobel over 'der got two things going on. What things? Come on, are you even listening to me? Keeping track of 'da days-a-da-week, and sellin' your house! Well, since 'dey already beat me to the keeping track of 'da days-a-da-week, I had to throw in something extra, sumptin' special. And lemme tell ya Cha, it came to me, oh did it come to me. So I'm reaching for my Heineken, and outta the mouf of the blessed virgin Mary I heard my solution. Beer . . . Vino . . . Alchy-hol . . . Da good stuff! People, myself included, love dis' stuff! What goes perfect with Vino? Tits! What goes perfect with tits? Bikinis. What do Bikinis and Vino have in common? 'Dey bof start with da letter "B". I know right? I'm a fuckin' prodigy! So anyways, just 'den, I gave a call to my buddy, you know him, right? Danny Pelegrino. No, dats not his real name, who do you think I am? I calls him 'dat because-a-da-way his always spittin', spittin' up foamy bubbly spit, just like that river or whatever in Italy 'dat they put in all 'da fancy green bottles 'dat 'dey outta be puttin' vino in. Anyways, he's got some sort of "Computer Printer" and loves tits almost as much as I do. So I figured we could print out a coupla-million of 'deese things and pass 'em around all 'da liquah shops in town. I know! I'm gunna be fuckin' loaded 'dis time next week.

la oscilación del péndulo de la consciencia colectiva humana entre el pensamiento renacentista y el pensamiento moderno

I'm doing it, I can believe it too! This is what dictionaries and books bring.

It begins.

The basses begin and do that that constantly bowing on multiple strings at a time, not dissonant, but not in harmony. Maybe only two notes at two octaves between them.

The violins then begin a back and forth bowing that starts very slow but gets faster incrementally. They are playing a note at two octaves as well that makes completes a minor 7 chord between them and the basses.

The drums and the cellos start at the same time. The drums go crazy and make you scared and wonder if the earth will swallow you up, or at least if the auditorium will collapse. No "beat".

But, the cellos start playing, very sweetly, some variation of the ascending scale which compliments the m7 chord still being sustained and sped up. When the cellos hit certain notes, the sound gets warm and smooth. But when they hit other notes, the sound gets dark and wavy.

Then all of a sudden, the chaotic drums seem to begin to fall into place. Image that this "drum process" is like a very very very slow motion video of syrup being poured onto very cavernous waffles. Initially, the syrup stays on top and you are worried it will spill over, but then, slowly but surely the syrup sinks into the nooks of the waffle and is absorbed. This is the way the drums sound. They form this pulse:

Low: dom dom |
Middle: dikka dikka .|
Middle-High: cha .|
High: tikka tikka |

Then, and this is representative of the most recent paragraph, the basses who have been doing their thing slide very smoothly from the two notes into two different notes, one being lower than the previous lowest note, and the other being higher than the previous highest note, the violins have reached the pinnacle of their speed increase (which just as it happens in congruent with the drum's pulse), they then do that sort of bowing that allows the last note to resonate a long long time and they just hold really really still, the note they are playing is in harmony with the bass notes. The drums all stop except for one "sleigh bell" sort of instrument that just keeps getting shook. Then the cellos, trombones, tubas, trumpets play an arpeggio of the previous ascending scale. The cellos ascend this arpeggio, and the brass descends to create a sort of inverse effect. While this is happening the flutes are transitioning between two notes, maybe the same ones the basses are playing. And all of the clarinet players have their clarinets on the ground and are oscillating between two different notes, also far away from each other, but they are "sliding" between the notes, it looks like this.

DaaaahhhhDaaaahhhh
D
u
u
u
u
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Then all of the sounds stop, and I resume writing my paper. On to the second movement.

I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do

I drink the coffee with the cardboard wristband. On it, there is a triangle composed of folding arrows, and the word "Green". So just in case guilt crept up on me, that special someone is there to assure me that my feelings are irrational, absurd, unfounded.

"A warm "We've got you covered"."

Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea what would have happened if those feelings got to resonating! Got to echoing! Sometimes I just don't know what to do with myself, you know.

"Like it was said once "I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do"."

Yes, exactly! That is how I feel. And you know, I don't mean to hurt her, I don't plan it out, but when she starts giggling and talking about the woman who painted her face like a zebra, I just have to begin ignoring her.

Why do I do it? Like I said, I don't want to hurt her, to make her cry. . . I guess I want to withhold her possibility of touching my emotions.

" "Would you ask a dolphin how it swims, or an eagle how it flies"

"No"

"That's right you wouldn't! Because that is what they were made to do!" "

Mohw tea vah see Ohn ayce Too-Juhs

Is it your desire to influence public consciousness?

By influence I mean change.

Maybe.

Oh! You've done it again, remember what was said many many moons ago by your friend?

Yes! Maybe that is what it is now for!

You don't have to squiggle, scream, or shout!

Oh yeah!

So is this one of them?

I think it might fit into "every easy to forget idea that could change you".

Is it still an idea?

Nuh-uh. I think it is true!

All This

All this for being "tardy".

Whine.