Tuesday, November 15, 2011

LUCK AMONG THE VOLCANOS

Then when it has come to this which it has then when it has it has and then when no one is looking when everyone has been looking at something else someone else which has been surmised to be something else in their tuned evaluations and assumptions then when it has come to that which that is all that it has been a has been when then it has that going for it then when all that is all that it can come up with then when their tuned evaluations has come up wanting after all its wanting their wanting because they have been wanting when they have been wanting when then has been nearly when overly then when wanting nothing but enough is enough for them which it has then grown into more than enough and above the call of wanting calling when then it has come to all so often when it has then when no one is looking when everyone has been looking at something else someone else which has been surmised to be something else in their tuned evaluations and assumptions then when it has come to that which that is all that it has when then it has that going for it then when all that is all that it can come up with then when their tuned finely tuned and refinely tuned evaluations have come up wanting have come up wanting come up wanting up wanting wanting ing the ing of wanting in the present future wanting when then is all that for wanting in the present future.


Life erupts and flashes back to the places inside the dark spots of the muscle tissue, arteries, and bones where it glows with erupting spontaneity erupting into the random when then it has when it has that all that is has been wanting in the splattering everywhere of molten luck.  Eruptions cooking it is when then it has and hasn't been in the oven of life took long it then sticks to all the walls redistributed and splattering everywhere of molten luck.  Against the flow with the flow fleeing from the heat of the kitchen and into the lava flow an extra topping for the yard penetrating those barriers between some like it hot and some like it concrete layered in desert what luck that luck then when all that hot is a dry hot compared as all that is compared when coming up wanting all that wanting compared to that wet hot eruption of life splattering everywhere of molten luck baked half-baked raw burned raw tough luck.


When the luck gets tough the going gets mired in the substances of nature teeming with the eruptions of life viscid and glutinous with life's eruptions spontaneously secreting the random luck of life adhesively infected with life homeless all this when then it has come to this when home at last to reside within its own intestines refinishing the walls never finished with the projects of lifelong learning burning holes through cells flooded with waste imprisoned for life with the spontaneous and impulsive and lucky eruptions of life and its products.


When Baked and Half-Baked scrambled onto higher ground surrounded by the random eruptions that showed no signs of abating, they stood.  They looked around them at the spreading ocean of molten lava.


Half-Baked: We're lucky we made it up to this spot.
Baked: Wait.  I want to open it up.  I'll go first.
Half-Baked: Why do want to go first?
Baked: Because you're Half-Baked.
Half-Baked: You've got a point there.  OK, you open it up.


When Baked and Half-Baked scrambled onto higher ground surrounded by the random eruptions that showed no signs of abating, they stood.  They looked around them at the spreading ocean of molten lava.


Baked: We're lucky we made it up to this spot.
Half-Baked:  You call this lucky?  Luck to just prolong our lives as we slowly boil in this heat and suffocate as well?
Baked: Wait.  Stop.  Now we've got to flip it back.
Half-Baked:  Flip it back?
Baked: Of course, this way I open it up, but I miss out on that good reply you just had.
Half-Baked:  It was pretty good wasn't it?
Baked:  Then let's flip it back the way it was.  I'm sorry, I should have left well enough alone.
Half-Baked: Apology accepted and what's done is done.
Baked:  We flipped it which means we are capable of starting over so I need to set it right by putting it back the way it was.
Half-Baked: If we do that then we'll be undoing the idea of having started over.
Baked:  No.  We'll just be starting over again and proving once more that it is possible to start over yet again.
Half-Baked:  I can also prove that volition is just as important as the concept of starting over by making a conscious choice not to start over.
Baked: Oh, don't do that.
Half-Baked: I refuse so there.


Surrounded by the random eruptions that showed no signs of abating, Baked and Half-Baked scrambled onto higher ground surrounded by the random eruptions that showed no signs of abating, they stood.  They looked around them at the spreading ocean of molten lava.  They stood as they looked around them at the spreading ocean of molten lava.


Half-Baked:  It started over anyway.
Baked:  The word order was somewhat changed and there was an inordinate amount of repetition.
Half-Baked:  You're the one being repetitious with all your wanting to start over and prove that you can't get it right the first time and that I have better responses.  
Baked: Better responses.  Always needed more time and more repeating things to get it right and sometimes never manage to even accomplish that.  There was this young guy don't remember his name who didn't need more time or to start over.  He just got it right the first time.  He was going places.
Half-Baked:  What happened to him?
Baked:  He fell in a volcano.


Signs of abating there were no signs of abating with these signs.  There were signs but not signs of abating.  The signs that were there were hard to read due to the effects of the environment.  Baked and Half-Baked Baked and Half-Baked scrambled onto higher ground surrounded by the random eruptions that showed no signs of abating, they stood.  They looked around them at the spreading ocean of molten lava.  They stood as they looked around them at the spreading ocean of molten lava erupting randomly around the hard to read signs.


Half-Baked:  It's just going to go through it's whatever it's doing.
Baked:  I was just going to say.
Half-Baked: I have an idea why don't we reflip it around backwards to the unreversed way we had it before like you wanted to put it back and we'll just switch names.
Baked:  Why would we want to do that?
Half-Baked:  Well, since you want to keep starting over you can be Half-Baked and I'll be Baked and the whatever is trying to going through whatever it's trying we can call Half-Assed.
Baked:  Sounds good to me, I think.


(They pause and wait several seconds).


Half-Baked:  It's not starting over.
Half-Baked:  It's just doing whatever of its continuing thing.
Half-Baked:  It just keeps going anyway.
Half-Baked:  With no signs.
Half-Baked:  I see no signs.
Half-Baked:  Listen to that.
Half-Baked:  Listen to what?
Half-Baked:  The lava the sound of the lava.
Half-Baked:  I'm listening.
Half-Baked:  What does that sound like to you?
Half-Baked:  It sounds like some horrible brass section from that fucked up symphony I can't remember the number.
Half-Baked:  I was thinking it sounded more like despairing bassoons or tortured ducks.
Half-Baked:  Large tortured ducks.
Half-Baked:  I'm confused.
Half-Baked:  About what number symphony?
Half-Baked:  No, about whose lines I've been expressing.


Headphones are taken off as the surrounding noise surrounds heads and phones as lines are down.  The surrounding noise surrounds heads and phones as lines are down.  Heads and phones are surrounded by noise as line are down as lines are down.  Lines that were down come back up erupting into life with the noise of life splattering 
all over and over again when the luck gets tough the going gets mired in the substances of nature teeming with the eruptions of life viscid and glutinous with life's eruptions spontaneously secreting the random luck of life adhesively infected with life homeless all this when then it has come to this when home at last to reside within its own intestines refinishing the walls never finished with the projects of lifelong learning burning holes through cells flooded with waste imprisoned for life with the spontaneous and impulsive and lucky eruptions of life and its products.




- Max Stoltenberg

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