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October Country

by J. Orlin Grabbe

". . . that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain."

Ray Bradbury, October Country

Clinton and Dole to debate future of republic like Beavis and Butthead discussing cryptology policy courtesy Viacom and National Security Agency. Pablo Vitale Rodriquez with crushed hands unable to articulate inability to pull trigger. Hungry Rothschild catapulted from laundry setting Credit Lyonnais sucking Elysee francs and White House accepting delivery of Gennifer fleurs de mal through secret Treasury tunnel, while fearing blow blow-up at Clarion Inn surrounded by praetorian Bassett hounds. The gorey interment of dead sister becoming tobacco field fertilizer. The doleful sound of falling Cali cartel profits brightened by escalation of drug war. Jack nimble, Jack quick, Jack romp with young boys in locker room videotape not creation of Roy Cohn. Synchronicity of invading alien locust life on Mars nibbling Morris moribund toes. Livingstone unlocking FBI files with dead Foster car keys. Hillary rolling in feedlot futures finding cow patties perfumed by rosewhitewater. OPIC pursuing profit in funneled FOB funds. Stephens the boatman skimming froth of worthy nation in mutual benefit while stuffing barb-wired corpses down capped oil wells. FBI masturbating over TWA debris evoking visions of mechanical failure. Dotty DOT stopping Dallas trucks eating Fritos and humble pie. Syrian blackness illuminated by Stinger sparkler. Tucker turning over Mena docs while security lies in lawyer lies. Queen for a day on King show finding showered affection from cellmates not to liking. Two-hundred page packets pummeling politician pocketbooks provoking pusillanimous peregrination from posh to parsimony. Bank account go bye-bye call me Nunn because I get none. Angel of Death dog Blackie knowing what to do to drug-dealing bush with black boy carrying missiles from China to Saudi. Number One fearing effeminate holes in backside bowing to pre-election pressure. Backdoor software promising bushwhacking of banking buckaroos. Meth lab Michael ricocheting Walsh waves satellite way. Seal sealing Swiss secret accounts in car vault. Sir Lancelot sent by helicopter boy bearing soapy gifts and money bags saying no letter fifty percent of politics lying anyway. Alphabet bombs--Iran Iraq IRA I3 thugs finding loose chink in amor armor. Sounds of sweet sixteen soothing wingtipped white socked Day's Inn devil cats. Brown diverting donations and deviating from straight and narrow into high mountainside. Mossad taking AIM at CIA coke story and Leach consultant draining blood from Mena probe. Bibi receiving chaotic comeuppance of megalomaniac brain tunnel. Heartless Yeltsen seeing harvest moon eclipse of power. New York Times denying surprise, denying sunrise, saying Moonies made of greased cheeseburger. Gore not Clinton ruling out pardon, while third in line Gingrich going back to school. The shadow hovering in the darkness whispering--what? Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, daruber muss man schweigen.

September 29, 1996
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