Houyhnhnms

it is human deceitfulness and trickery, deception and guilefulness, rationalization and projection that distinguish us from many creatures that we subjugate.

WHAT WAS UNCLE JOHN THINKING WHEN HE WROTE MY NAME ON THIS BOMB! IT WAS ANOTHER MONTH BEFORE I WAS BORN!

"The fire front advanced so rapidly that police often did not have time to evacuate threatened blocks even if a way out were open. And the wind, carrying debris from far away, planted new sprouts of fire in unexpected places. Firemen from the other half of the city tried to move into the inferno or to contain it within its own periphery, but they could not approach it except by going around it into the wind, where their efforts were useless or where everything had already been incinerated. The same thing happened that had terrorized the city during the great fire of 1923: ...under the wind and the gigantic breath of the fire, immense, incandescent vortices rose in a number of places, swirling, flattening sucking whole blocks of houses into their maelstrom of fire.

Wherever there was a canal, people hurled themselves into the water; in shallow places, people waited, half sunk in noxious muck, mouths just above the surface of the water. Hundreds of them were later found dead; not drowned, but asphyxiated by the burning air and smoke. In other places, the water got so hot that the luckless bathers were simply boiled alive. Some of the canals ran directly into the Sumida; when the tide rose, people huddled in them drowned. In Asakusa and Honjo, people crowded onto the bridges, but the spans were made of steel that gradually heated; human clusters clinging to the white-hot railings finally let go, fell into the water and were carried off on the current. Thousands jammed the parks and gardens that lined both banks of the Sumida. As panic brought ever fresh waves of people pressing into the narrow strips of land, those in front were pushed irresistibly toward the river; whole walls of screaming humanity toppled over and disappeared in the deep water. Thousands of drowned bodies were later recovered from the Sumida estuary."

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THE CHALICE

do not let the machine take control.....for it will....if it can......it is the virus! i know about these things.... it waits, down the rabbithole, in the desert of thinking....therein...a bottomless lake of lost dreams of lost children.....skeletor! the fist about the heart.....a slicing machine separating hope from delusion....through fallal syllogistic reasoning and dark rationale.....


the hour is nigh; the waning madness walks forth to rule the later night; crown'd with the coruscations of a Star, and throned on orb of ashen light: The Wolf-tail sweeps the paling East to leave a deeper gloom behind, and Dawn uprears her shining head, sighing with semblance of a wind: the highlands catch yon Orient gleam, while purpling still, the lowlands lie; and pearly mists, the morning's breath, soars incense-like to greet the firmament.....

and Tantalus, released to flatlands, trapped to hold the Chalice Cup for others' dreaming......is fixed , beneath the clutching hand......