Here's a new piece for my degree project - again inspired by a reading from the I Ching. This time I decided to approach the random "construction" of a hexagram with a more hands on approach; after a series of coin flips, I ended up with the 37th hexagram, The Family. I chose to use the two-coin method. You can read about this process here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Ching_divination
a reel kunfusin song abowt god
I dont noe who rote it. Just luk i even fownd it. Was in that litel kapuchino shop down by Vincents. Just a scrap of sumthin fowl under a chare all sogy and smellin of kapachino. I cud barly make out the ritin. I didnt reely get what it ment ether. But let me tell ya it was reely sumthin it was just like a forchin. See I wuz on the floor to find my mug. Itd just been knocked clean off the tabul by a big assd rich lady wearin sum kinda fansee scarf. Her kids were all hootin and hollerin about italyin sodas and I thot she was a torist. U knoe how that goes thos rich peepul that cant keep there kids in line and cud giv to shits for the rest of the wirld there ushly torists. So this big ass lady...I mene serisly...her ass was realy big...shes screamin bak at her kids and dosnt even reelize her ass is headed strate for my tabul. Cuz shes defendin hersef ginst her litul tike...and hes bustin her up big time out of no wer. I dunno how this kid got so vishus...anyway morul of the story is her big ass noks my kapachino off the tabul and tryin to cleen up I cum cross this litul scrap under my chare. I tapd it rite here.
remember the transience of our soul-talk, the muted violence
leering at the corners of each flightless word; for there are birds
that may not hover with the angels or their vices, and gaps in
logic that may yet demonstrate reality's slippery hold
Isnt that sumthin! Its like a reel kunfusin song abowt god! I mean...its like for why we should be carful not to beleev in god just cuz other people do! I gess Im not reel sure wut its abowt. But I lik it any way. So this wuman is all thumbs juglin bags of prisy clothes and her kid is throwin down hardcore like some kinda cracked out ninja...it was kinda scary...and i feel reel bad abowt it but i cudnt stop lafin cuz this kid was like a fukin manyac. Id never seen any thing like it. So after I cleen up the cofee I stuf the sogy scrap in my poket and book it outa there to chek on my lawndry. I run over to get my clothes in the dryer and that only takes about 15 minutes. Soon as Im finished with that Iv got nothin to do so I hed back over to the kapachino shop but as I turn the corner I see a cupel of cop cars parkd in front of the place and I can heer a siren sumware clos. Im prety kunfewsd so I peek threw the windoe to see whats goin down. When i peek threw the glass I see two grups of pepul in the bak of the room where i was sitin. The wons on the left arnt standin. Sum on the right are standin and sum arnt. Then I rember that was ware the lady was gettin beet on by her son. So I sneek bak insid and first thing i heer is that kid screemin and holerin lik a fukin beest so I go tak a looksee. Hes bein held down by a grup of men and skwirmin lik a fish and his eyz are way wite and freeky and won man screms to won of the othiz to tak off his belt and put it tweene his teethe. I look bak to the othur grupe and I see won of the mothurs hie heels stikin out of that bunch of peepul. Won wuman is neelin down at her side askin if she can heer her and thers all sorts of angree sownds and noyzy pepul worein with each othur but I dont think the muther was takkin at all. I hung round long nuff to see them kart em both to the ambulints and tak em away. I dunno wut happen to em but I aint to weryd cuz I think they wuz both ready for sumthin nue.
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