Friday afternoon in the universe, in all directions, in and out, you got your men, women, dogs, children, horses, pones, ticks, perts, parts, pans, pools, paws, pails, parturiences, and petty thieverys that turn into heavenly Buddha.I know, boy, what's I talking about, cause I made the world, and when I made it, I no lie had a Lucian midnight for my name and concocted up a world so nothing you had forever thereafter may believe it's real.Well, that's all right, because now everything will be all right, and we'll soothe the forever boys and girls, and before we're through, we'll find a name for this darn golden eternity and tell a story, too.And, but, jever, read a story as vast as this that begins Friday afternoon with working men on scaffolds painting white paint, and ants merling in little black dens, and microbes warring in your kidney, and messerulies microbing in the innards of mercury,and microbe microbes dreaming of the ultimate microbehood.Which then ultimates outward to the endless, vast, empty atom which is this imaginary universe, ending nowhere, and never even born, as Banque well polled when he ferried his mother over the rocks to Tuat, U.T., and people visit his hut to inquire,What other planet features this? And he answers, What other planet? Though the sounds of the entire world are now swimming through this window from Mrs. McCardiola's tuando, and old pokes home drunk again, and of course you hear the cats wailing in the whale bar, wild bar, wart fence, moonlight, midnight.Lucian, Dolophine, immensity, visions of the Tathagata, seat of purity and womb.And so that here is all this infinite immaterial, meadow-like, golden ash, swim swarming in our enlightened brains, and the silence shee-fallying in our endless ear, and still we refuse, naked and blank, to hear, What the who? The who? To what you? will say the diamond boat, and Persepine, Recipine, Miltown, Heroine, and Fak, matches the silver ages everlasting.Swarm swallying in a simple broom, and at night you raise the square white light from your ghost beneath the root-drinking tree, and Coyote won't hear you, but you'll ward off the inexistency devils, just to pass the time away, and meanwhile it's timeless to the ends of the last light year. It might as well be getting late Friday afternoon, where we start so those old sounds can come home when works are done, and drink his beer, and tweak his children's eyes.The EndReal estate queen. Europe and Niles. For pleasure. Stomp, stomp, absolute rays making noise. I can write about them, but I can't punctuate them.Then he said, comma, comma, comma. That skinny guy with black hair. Athlean rage. In India, in the last year, he's getting even, ignoring all common publications, and getting Urdu, nothing Sanskrit by Sir Yak, Yak, Yak, 40-page thing Norfolk. Let's all get drunk, I want to take pictures.The EndMissed with Mrs. Lately and trust picture Pitcher Pithy Lisp. That's an artistic kit for ***. Trying to think of a rule in Sanskrit. Mama Sanskrit sounding, obviously. Twins coming in here. Meltown, Equinel, Myopa, Pate, Watacha, Pimana, Kauaia. You get sticky ring weekends. And wash the tub, bub. I'll be gentle like a lamb in the Bible.Beautiful color, your lipstick. Thanks, honey. Got a match, Max? Taxi crabs and murder cycles. Let's go to Trilling and ask him.Oh. Don't worry about nothing. I love Allen Ginsberg. Let that be recorded in heaven's unchangeable heart. Either way, Rapples. Call up So-and-so. Who's that?Su-ee-dee-lyah. And there came the picture of Ang Bong the Bila. Wait, wait for something. The bee slime. Then the ants will crawl over bee land. Ants in bands wailing neath my bloody owl pants, owler pants. Ta-da-bah-dee. He thinks I'm competitive in the long, pleasant song.house of wishing all of ye bleed stay meditation everybody martini destroy my black alan you bettervoice the stare this beer these room sandwiches where did you get these big greasy socialistsare you gonna conk alan mind it tall in the saddle anybody got a ciggy boo the moon is a piece of teaunder the empty blue sky vertebrate zoology