Gypsy Paintings of Washington Square

He went out in the rain of the blowing square where the eternal flame had died and the old unknown graves were washing up from the earth. No one had taken down the flag. All the rangers had fled in fear of the end and the end has no need for triangular folds.

In some other room the gypsy is making white tea. Turtle shells and Tarot cards are strewn about the room. Black candles and incense burners and chicken bones and zombie potions. Zig-zag reed flutes and prayer rugs and black crystal balls.

He stumbles in from the rain and sees christian beads with crosses, orange robes, black hats, cresent moons, cactus hearts. She offers him white tea but he only drinks black coffee. She offers him palm readings, chart sketches, star alignments, oracle caves, forgotten books, black crystal, dirt drawings, prophesies of rain. He has no need he tells her we all know the future. She sighs in red robes and falls upon the chair. He puts roman copper coins across her eyes and walks back out into the storm.

Crack in the Wind & Beggar Tears

Crack in the void & the whistle wind
beggar in tears that he'll be here again

The Spectacle & Mythology Remains

Story never finished. First two paragraphs.

It was a gruesome time for the little ones made captives beneath the Masonic temple in the cradle of American liberty. It was written on codices, hidden behind Adobe walls in rock deserts of the west, and it is now translated to us by the trickster scribe. They were brought by the exiled brother of Napoleon and handed to the Masons in retribution for the safe voyage out of France and across the sea. There were only 27 of them at the time of their imprisonment but they soon created a thriving community in the crypts beneath the Masonic temple. The initiated conducted anthropological investigations on the community and earnestly catalogued their behavior patterns and social structures. They organized themselves into tribes of about 10 members and traced familial lines from their mother’s side. When the men reached a certain age they were married to women of different tribes in an elaborate mass marriage celebration. Once a newly married male entered the new tribe he was initiated through ritual scarification symbolizing the tribe’s sacred totem. All Totem lines were directly associated to different insects. The little ones, in general, seemed to attract all species of insect and enjoyed the presence of insects at all times.

Around the turn of the century two tribes managed to escape the Masonic crypts and hid themselves in rail cars headed west. Soon after the escape all the remaining tribes were exterminated and all documents concerned with their study were destroyed. The two remaining tribes found themselves in the desert of the southwest and recorded their story on scrapes of wood and paper eventually hiding a copy behind old Pueblo ruins. Eventually the two families settled in different parts of the region: One took the grey mountains of present day New Mexico the other went to the northern edge of the Grand Canyon. They met once every five years to marry and if there were no marriages to perform they simply traded wisdom and products. After a few years the Grey Mountain little ones became the Centipede Totem and the Canyon settlers became the Totem of the Blue Scorpion.

Bandits of the Watchless Eye

The bandits of New Mexico hid in shadow caves
and hog tied the wives of the captured slaves
"no mercy to you will there be paid"
they said like wolves set ready invade
there were cries in echoes as the ropes were frayed
by whips and knives and things they made
No god was watching as they all were laid
in unmarked blood earth clay namless graves.

Platimun Envy & The Grand Ole Bass Jump

Well there's a 100,000 people in hear tappin' they toes
& tryin' for blows pumpin' the nose lookin' for ho's
got 100,000 people in hear tappin' they toes
anythin' goes pop a bath wit a hose & straighten yer clothes
got 100,000 people in hear tappin' they toes
pumpin' the bose slingin' the foes
wit 100,000 people in hear tappin' they toes
poppin' no dose & god only knows what got into them ho's
got 100,000 people in hear tappin' their toes
plantin' seeds that I sow only hopin' they grow
got 100,000 people in hear tappin their toes
& readin the prose they ain't freezin' they froze
got 100,000 people in hear tappin they toes
Well there's 100, 000 people in hear tappin' they toes

The Tired & Black Curtain Blowing

The investigator woke up heavy blanket sweats and felt wind through the black curtain as if a death rattle. He saw chess figures on tables of antiquity and they fell hard from short distances. He saw a cockroach run sideways beside him and saw the fear that made him lie silent. The lights from the helicopters made shadows from 4AM spying while taking victims to roof tops. He heard fists hitting brick and rust of collapsing fire-escapes. He listened to the insect legs scratch the climbing wall above his head. He shivered from sweat and the blades of the helicopter.

Hand Rocket Blues

Hand Rocket Baby
(da da da dum)
With the Fortune and Fame
Hand Rocket Baby
(da da da dum)
With the Vibrating Dame

You ain't Got no Head or Shoulders
(da da da dum)
You ain't Even Got no Name