For to with the government wrought I present to you the House a beautiful serenade. Our vast network such that it is squirmed into the contours of your gums. The room of the last era has been relocated to an adjunct facility darkness crater darkness. All set signs caving in. North wreckage caving in. We clan this to the last meeting all sights set weak and foraging to the westward wee haven this and that tisk tisk task.
To be a blame and to watch it suffer. To watch is to highlight and eviscerate. A hexagonal pattern least known to fine scholars in touchpoints of significant delight. Be the blame you wish to see in the world said my balmy cohort on night of little dance when the westward wee haven did starlight across the angels done screaming. A rigorous model dedicated to the light sharp management of aforementioned tisks whispering an alignment both tender and obfuscating likened to the crowd-sourced ideas of indigenous dialect surveys will on granted monday homogenization a blighted insignificance unlike but not unlike the north wreckage westward ho. Around the corner an imposter buys me a necktie.
Thus movement or synergistic wallspace realignment in with corporate credo so much as it sounds the upper-management caves in to such requirements your elected official receives input receives feedback receives docile receives unsubstantiated receives input receives feedback. External analysis suggests an ethical dilemma arises when of certain lineages the ancestors may they be so called in light or dark of a different time zone a non-human line debasement whence the corners become so thus rounded that by god as my witness we will once again be the holy nobodies meant to inherit the earth they do of racial stigmas long ago shuddered away by the act and interaction of costume a lesser man may know a woman is a woman is a fly. So to stand up straight I give to you ladies and gentlemen of this long house this tall house this monument to tenacity a welcome sign of future be bright ribbons not be dedicated without stated knowledge and killed by form lip service or a different kind I am better I am lonely look at the giant ant.
And there are those unactualized who wish to make habits out of such traditional twerks and idiomatic ticks of the nervous system a system in error a system in doubt a system in hotly contested lands double the good ole system last year yes we were in a better state before the monsters and their mayhem. What else would we utilize if we could not flexibly manage through assured mutual destruction our telephonic mechanicals? Someone is listening. Is someone listening? Someone is listening? I can hear what you say when you say it afterwards and in turmoil and strife catered as it is to a dreaded day perchance we haul it off to a greater tomorrow. I promise you that I have the experience necessary and the intellectual acumen needed to guide the populace as self-determined and ghostly hands certain to be in this unknown garden a place of mystery where yes I think my mother is always in the next room but let us not confuse that with the present course. A horror of small minor little tokens capital is the great game changer here of human interactions.
Properly speaking this is a delusion but a radiance of eyeballs descends across the town main street. We cannot dear audience succumb to the propaganda of those who wish to defile our sacred principles. We must hold strong we must standardize the data and thwart unassured standards high for which quality custom designs the good and so the evil is best practices worst humanity best practices good times yes we will win. Such and such a time as legislation dictates and our forefathers have as said in notable scripture lined the baskets of our fate with an idolatry absent of hubris such again as such that it is great humans of our gentle congress that what makes us human so written and so begotten oh great and noble men not forgotten as they live on in the shadows lurking and smiling and poking their teeth out of the tall romanesque walls. This ladies and gentlemen exemplified the human interactions as laid out in previous outreach seminars. This humans and non-humans is where the front of the House meets the pre-deactivated customizable inclaw. This my fellow citizens is the ingrown change of game.
The opponent a naysayer of the proudest sort so muckish and infantile a vile thing always seen again out from the corner of the iris in a pure state of bliss or something similar as what can I a humble man of simple means oh I say what can I do to show the purity of my intentions and the glowing of my intellect he a bad man afraid of the progress we skim from the sky its floating fortress a beacon to what hope yet yonder so much breaks a through zone of the best intent locked and safety always first my friends always first safety first. Think of your loved ones your families and the diligent work you put into such a construction as it is side by side with the good our panoply of fingers cascading across the heavens and wheat fields plowed true and honest such good men and women of ilk blood followed long years of labor and a soul brimmed with hope a good future awaits though we must follow as dear friends you watch in awe the cascade of dazzling light overwhelm every tom dick and home in the greater urban area as manifested in destiny and in dreams.
Here in a sacred place of history we know all great men walked all legs and all flies. Not to confound the left right prognosis or synergy of the top-down mainframe we in upper-middle management believe in the downsized atrium of slime or your venus of slime. This disruptive model of innovation or of the feather laden claw comes you guessed it from the early morning matrix dot printer harkening need we say back to the leveraged impact over which our customers froth with delight. What is the benefit you may ask. After a careful poll conducted by our in house drink-dank and certain web analytics optimalized by the task force assembled by notable surgeons and gremlins we have come to follow these courses of path. Let me explain.
Along the event horizon a dawn of limbic looped career end-games. This is the new economy of storytelling an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye we have too many eyes. You may say cynical as you are that the hyperlocal proclivity for bank-to-grocer sentiment leaves a nurtured future hegemony in the dust of farm-to-mouth symmetry. Pity the customer-centric profit center that cannot watch its muscles ripple into the demon-claw of a bull burning on the edge of a crumbling tower. Pity the passionate entrepreneur that creates ripped septums for a next-generation deep dive. Pity the cat fed or unfed that markets its purrs to the mightiest stallion so that its nostrils flair in fiery clouds computed and herded out and into the heliocentric net-zone. Rejoice the information society and its riches and its webbed talons and its voice mumble mumble into the graveyard. What did you say what did you say what did you say kill the loop.
Oh say can you see you stakeholders of regress we don’t have the political capital to burn the burn the burn the oh my god it’s still living in my chest. Hail the mindshare. Hail the point of pain. There is my mother again eating a pile of organs out of a silo. Can you make it pop says the prophet. Can you back the feed says the marketeer. My brand is hallucination and properly speaking it’s more of an optical illusion correct correct correct please. Yes we are in the early stages of this seamless logistical solution and yes the serum dripping down from the low-hanging fruit is a poison that when ingested enables our insides to breed and yes we smoke the bizmeth and drink the kool-aid but what of it little ones. Are we not entitled are we not in it to win it are we not paralyzed by the analysis of social wizards that clamp down on the podium of dividends. We are DNA-free peel back the onion and see outsource B2B2B2C and accept the new normal of the sisterhood paradigm. Our wheelhouse is the land of nightmares. As you can see it’s a win-win situation.
But what exactly does that mean and how exactly do we unpack a thoroughly philosophical sentiment you may ask I think is that you someone is talking. Going forward we will not think outside the box so much as streamline our holistic strategy and at the end of the day the clutter is an ounce of granular teeth gargling in my lungs. We are not bipartisan flipfloppers ladies and gentlemen we don’t even have flopfilppers. We seek to live in a sanctuary city of the mind to release us from this seismic kaleidoscope of mermaids and biting rainbows ouch ouch. My allies have done a hatchet job on these dreams hacking splitting and diversely ruinating all hope of coming together. Begin again brethren. A bright new tomorrow hatches inside of our bellies. It crawls up our throats and flies into the sky. Look at pretty birdy. Look at birdy freedom. This house is an aviary. Birdy freedom birdy. Go free.
-A Message from the House of Hallucination
Bryan Edenfield was born in Arizona but has lived in Seattle since 2007. He is the co-founder and director of the arts organization, Babel/Salvage. He also hosts and curates the Glossophonic Showcase, which airs live on Hollow Earth Radio semi-regularly, and co-hosts and co-curates the Ogopogo Performance Series at the Pocket Theater.