01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 YAMABUSHI No.02: (MONOGURUI/ DR. M. VS. CAPT. R.) BY MRNKA 01. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "For Pianohead. i) Capt. R.: 'Oh no. I'd like to design an irresolute formless disposition of my opening moves.' She didn't reply. I am a pretty man. I am a good man, + yet somehow my cold sweat was running down my arms in one-by-one small circle beads, falling occasionally to the white floor below the white light. I was just hopelessly heart-broken by my best-ever girl + business associate. Just this morning I had arrived after a 20 year absence- I had exceeded expectations. Disquieting the stillness the whiteness. Pianohead: 'We recognized a correspondence between certain aesthetic developments + the disappearances so we set about to exterminate all the excessive prettinesses from the world.' The warm + clammy point of her eyes had a bored distracted aspect, + from it I could feel the plastic wonderment of the moving-on. Or maybe not. This unwelcome image." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "How deep? Was I falling? Little hope of that. Several pivotal scenes images concrete + weightless (where an epidemic of disappearances had threatened to overtake the world + our questionable efforts to prevent it had ensued) entered in my cerebral cortex. This eye (the lt. sibling of a slightly darker blue) was passed down to me in recessive genes- it was last seen calculating in old Hushimoro's deep sockets. They sat beneath Hushimoro's heavy lids at the sparsely attended open casket a century prior, + these arliga bla ogon slipped under 5 generations of world-beaters before bursting forth once again in full splendor- in my own deep sockets, on my first birthday. Glorious. I am not an underground man. I have not attacked the foundations + have instead operated out in the open hidden in plain sight. For all my mistake-prone weaknesses this is not a reversionist report. Man vs. Himself." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a Manganese Blue Cadmium Red White uniform is attached to a White polymeratomic mechanical chair in a White room. The White blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair covers his face, strapped tight around his head + 5-circled Oh-So-Carbonaceous Black short-cropped hair. O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'Beautiful + simple. The shortness of their O Os, + the wind!'/ Captain R. stands looking over the fallen body of The Uramaki w/ sympathetic eyes on the White cement of The Snowy Fields in his Blue Red White Yamabushi equipage w/, in bold lettering across the White of his chest in Black, "I" + in Red Permanent Red a HEART + in Black "THE ROCKS." Captain R., in White, Black-outlined uniform w/ Blue + Red stripes against White, stands on the crest of the recently vanquished battle watching the snow fall, his face ½-covered by the large circle Black eye-goggles. He turns up an umbrella w/ Blue Red White vertical stripes to protect himself from the White drapery: O O O O O O O O11. O O O O O O O O3. O O O O O O O O2. O O O O O O O O12. O O O O O O O O1. O O O O O O O O12. O O O O O O O O13." 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O4. O O O O O O O O3. O O O O O O O O5. O O O O O O O O9. O O O O O O O O7. O O O O O O O O O O O O O10. O O O O O O O O O O O O O13. O O O O O O O O O O O O O10. O O O O O O O O5./ O O O O O O O O8. O O O O O O O O2. O O O O O O O O7. O O O O O O O O9. O O O O O O O O13. O O O O O O O O O O O O O2. O O O O O O O O3. O O O O O O O O11. O O O O O O O O6. O O O O O O O O6. O O O O O O O O5. O O O O O O O O11. O O O O O O O O8. O O O O O O O O1. O O O O O O O O11. O O O O O O O O13. O O O O O O O O O O O O O10. O O O O O O O O8. O O O O O O O O4. O O O O O O O O1. O O O O O O O O2. . O O O O O O O O9. O O O O O O O O O O O O O8. O O O O O O O O O O O O O1. O O O O O O O O O O O O O10. O O O O O O O O4. O O O O O O O O10. O O O O O O O O4. O O O O O O O O4. fin." 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Tightly gripping hands, I assumed that my blood was running w/ ever-more rapidissmo thru my veins thru my quickly pumping heart-muscle + would fill the inside of my body w/ enough strength for the day. Pianohead cuddles herself in her white billowing dress w/ her bare pale arms, a look of grim distrust fixed upon her lips. There was indeed a sense, at that time, that desperation was needed + perhaps it was. The weather report had promised clear skies thru the end of this week. Cold calmness had effused outwards into my limbs- an accidental blink now would magnify the problem. Pianohead: 'The program of The Maenads was unrivaled in the purely expressive power of its composition. It quickly gave rise to a whole school of Cholinolytics revolving around its central premise but not one of these inimical devotees was able to match The Maenads' unique intensity.'" 07.OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked. Irrevocably lost in a time of troubles our hero defiantly conquests the realms of the unreal, challenging in his endeavors the hopeless domination of the O O O Os from the inside, while his claims that O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O go unheard, unnoticed, unattended. Inspector X./ The Man W/out A Face, his White plastic mask + plastic robage bulbous + misshapen on his large body, + Dr. P./ Alice Underground (AKA TWWLC) conduct the psychological experiments upon Captain R. to determine whether he is fit to occupy a position in the maintenance of the defense. Captain R. is a fucking wreck, ½-monk ½-mercenary, lip hanging from mouth w/ the weight of his humorously contrived despair, piercing vicariously the White walls of The Interpellation Room spitting at the imaginary flies that follow him." 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Interpellation Room has 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling from which Captain R. is watched by The 5 Agents./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The growing bulbous image of Pianohead in my head must've been so physically close to the very neurons firing those calm blinking thoughts that I suspect they rerouted defused some key revolutions I might otherwise have had. I want to give people faith again in the big battle. I will lead it personally. Fixed in my memory-image forever is Pianohead in a white fake fur coat hood pulled over her head w/ the white snow falling + her dark dark sleep-deprived eyes. Feeling like joyous simulation was absent. But Pianohead's gaze inimical upon me her dark dark eyes. In The Radiotherapy Room. It was unclear what was to be destroyed. These wonder wonder margaritas I have acquired. The moment memorable for suspense rather than presence, sheer immobility chaotic effect. How would I ever find which sections had been neatly sliced out, now gone forever? The stiff gray tissue." 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The White light cold + almost weightless. You bring a vision of the O O O O. Of the O O O Os. Silent. Not realizing for a moment what it is. The White sheets of the bed. Supple lips closed plumply together, not quite as prettily as intended, but burdened both realistically + accurately w/ a weight more burdensome than bereaved. + he knows in advance, the fucker, + this is what keeps him closed up tightly against himself. The Negative Creep in White tightly molded plastic armor w/ Black outline + a single Black circle over one breast, face covered by Weak Cobalt Turquoise + Medium Pink bird-+-O O O O patterned White rubber mask + his 3-protrusioned head, not so much weary as gaunt, weakened by the pursuit of his own coming monadic disappearance- which he believes in, recognizing it as a pattern imbued w/ more potential for fame + glory than he, on his own, could ever hope to achieve." 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'Certainly once a temporal intension has occurred it cannot be altered or undone but time is multi-dimensional along a complex of various monadic currents. Temporal extensions, therefore, are continuously changing form. The Monadic Engine enables monadic cause-effect reversal/ manipulation.'/ Dr. P./ Alice Underground wears a White plastic dress w/ Oh-So-Pink circles/ White + Black inked tight-lipped mask. She is an inventor wary of the implications of set theoretical consciousness. Dr. P.'s head is bound by 9 White uniquely placed polymeratomic O O O Os. She is retired from her days as an engineer + is now a maker of cakes./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The miniature white-painted iron dinnerette table w/ white indigo medium pink qingbai weak cobalt blue pattern ceramic covering was set w/ the following: a O O O O of 14 white fake O O O Os in glass, a white ceramic ewer, glass dishware, a ½-drunk bottle of champagne, a glass ashtray w/ a few embered ashes. W3: 'Yes, well, I'd like to fuck your brains out. But maybe that isn't going to work out.' I had gone to the weathermen because Dr. Q., dominant center of The O. District for so long, had died. The first superstar in modern information theory. A mathematician w/ ideas so big + so dominant that rules were changed in an effort to handcuff him. He died at a rehabilitation center in The Enjudo Mountains. He grew up self-conscious + self-doubting unlike latter-day progeny but thru relentless hard work he became The Institute's paramount developer." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O.: 'Erg. Erna Omarsdottire. W. Grazhoppa. Helvitis M. Johan-Motherfucker. The Former King I.D. 65. Kippi Kaninus. Ik Throat. Nuuk Posse. Olga Chonka. Peter Ver. Risson. Slowblow. Stafrann Hakon. Taima. NK-OF-ON.' (etc.)/ On The White Snowy Fields guts, organs, + various body parts strewn everywhere. Captain R. + The Negative Creep reside on a large expanse of White cement which appears as if it was once the grand foyer of a dominant district. On the White cement is an elaborate, clunky mechanical apparatus that looks kind of like a Medium Gray + Black fish except w/ mechanical levers visible in gashes to its fleshy body, meters + gears, + 4 holes at the top which had blown monadic air-stream. Charts + diagrams could describe it better. Captain R. hands a new White porcelain miniature bottle of tea to O. w/ its delicious delicate calming properties imbued." 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The 4 PGOB+G wait patiently 20 m. away from our 2 weary participants. The Uramaki, which undergoes imitation-nirodha + disappears but whose initial support is absolutely essential, being a well-fixed immobile transformation stage, a double-bodied monster of Dr. M.'s system of which this is the 2nd to go down in defeat, is covered O O-x-O O-x-O O-x-O O-x-O O oh-so-slowly w/ White snow. Underneath The Snowy Fields in which they converse runs an extensive system of underground pipes. The pipes open up eventually into The White Rooms (1-500) via large boilers connected immediately w/ The Monadic Engine. Captain R.'s supple lips display no emotion. Anguish sits gently in the mind's throne, w/ The Birds of Super-Reversionism + the tragic proud landscapes which collapse around them + Captain R., who is missing the tip of his small rt.-hand finger, looks as if in surprise at the White snow." 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The controls set up in The Ice Fields continuously grow + change, breaks down/off/ White-Oh-So-Pink-Pthalo-Blue-patterned plastic armor, white plastic head-piece w/ 4 stubs + mask w/ black-line facial features/ fuck them all/ Mrs. Oryoki II, of course, in this one repose/ demanding a detailed process of planning, implementation, + review. Capt. R./ works directly under Y., who has, for intents + purposes, commandeered the project/ though to call him big-headed would be- (?)- ironic?/ the monadic push/pull/ she saw that The deFormities would make it less an issue of remorse than of repercussion/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ unless 5 umbrellas are enough protection/ ii) P.I: 'Everything billowing/ all-consuming/ oh-!/ the white snow, where in winter we wait, brings me to everything everything + for operatic dues to pay this is the all-consuming." 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ his white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM/ post me again/ get your skirts up/ park + ride/ */ kill me w/ cuteness/ my darling/ my darling/ where in winter we wait for everything to fall down upon us + over everything/ oh-my-god-!'/ K.-Mitsu: 'There is too much of it now. I am not a mathematician. The coordinates will order themselves of their own accord, w/out my assistance.'/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "He was 80. It was the weathermen who sent me to Inspector H. to the attack of the monsters to The Snowy Fields to The Ryojusen to Pianohead's well-reported pretty image. My eyes had never before experienced anything so machine-refined, so flawless, as this one debutante visitation. I tried not to move. When I inhaled, I could feel the blood in my head crashing + crashing like waves. Breathe shallowly. The only regret I felt was the awareness that the regret would come tumbling in fairly soon. Any moment now. Pianohead. Pianohead brings w/ her a confidence that the end-result will be somewhere in between her hopes + her worst self-degrading + decadent fears. So instead she sits w/ poised decorum. The white fucking multi-blossomed O O O O so fake fake white. Like the queen of her own civilian administration. Brace yourself- (pause)- for tragedy." 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Weatherman10: 'When the genetically altered fruit fly was released into the observation chamber, it did what these breeders tend to do. It pursued a waiting female. It gently tapped the girl w/ its leg, played w/ her, +, only then, dared to lick her- all part of a standard fruit fly seduction. The observing scientist looked w/ disbelief at the show, for the suitor in this case was not a male, but a female that researchers had artificially endowed w/ a single male-type gene.' + such would I soon pursue. But not yet. What a fake landscape I was now walking w/in. I would have a few awkward moments of reflection + awareness, + then what? Let the girl be. It was now certain that the Furies had been sent by Dr. M. in pursuit of Pianohead. I knew the man, good old Dr. M., my former coordinator. Maybe I knew him too well. Sometimes 2 good men could disagree couldn't they?" 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "It didn't automatically make one of them bad. Whatever the exact reasons of this movement I could rest easy that were my passive attention diverted the tension would excite + confound. W/ one hand on hip + dark glowering eyes fixed at the white wall opposite Pianohead. She, w/ tight-lipped near-smile picked at her hands. Her dress hung on her w/ somehow just too much billowing air. The curving decorative miniature table. Her huge 3-circled black wig. One could argue indefinitely concerning the ethical ramifications. My lips push against one another. The Ryojusen has changed little. The quiet the calm the waiting. Cultivated to a degree par excellence. Dr. M.-. Capt. R.: 'I understand that you would like to forget, ...but he has not forgotten. ' Capt. R.: 'He has sent out his Furies, w/ instructions to find you + bring you back to him.' Pianohead: '20 years.'" 20. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I did something odd. My hand fumbled into one of my uniform pockets, flipped switches on the C.A.M. II + began to record our conversation: Pianohead unnoticing I assumed. Hopefully the combination of the quiet hum of the air-conditioning + the muffled barrier of the Yamabushi equipage would not prevent an intelligible recording. The C.A.M. remained in my pocket. Rubber-fabric softness, + bloody blood blood of Dr. M.'s monsters, my compatriots, + myself. O.: (in The Snowy Fields looking at the fallen body of The Uramaki) 'What an unfortunate thing to happen.' Capt. R.: 'Inspector X.'s plan works out nicely. Why were you in The A. District?' Pianohead: 'Shortly after the arrest I returned to The A. that's where I found Inspector X. He was wiping dish-rags off plates in payment to a little café-owner who had done him a favor.'" 21. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "P.IV, I thought, might provide more interesting discourse. She has concerned herself w/ the proposed WFA Station movement. Its planners say there is much more at stake for the region as a whole. They've proposed restoring the dilapidated operations ground, at the west end of The White Bird Fields, to its pre-War of The Monads wonderment. The armory, a park-like setting on the edge of The Hyperbaric Ocean, would be used for operationalist investigations. Dr. L.: 'It will provide a catalyst to get new facilities rebuilt + the still-extant ones' upkeep improved. Given the numbers of monadic currents focusing on this region there is a built-in cause-effect potential. But we currently lack adequate facilities for the operations.' P.IV jokes about her own involvement, 'In the N. District they built so many factories that are underutilized today. The problem is commonplace.'" 22. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "P.IV: 'I don't know how we escape the same fate.' + then she laughed in my face bellowishly like a hirsute madwoman. P.I as she unceremoniously exited me from the room touched her rt. hand to her rt. breast pushing against the white dress fabric mouth slightly open. The bitch. Her huge black fake hair. The décor. The posh delicate refinery. It must've been a bloody chado dress. My eyes met directly w/ drafts that floated down from the vents. I touched her shoulder making my absence. I was cold, the fabric felt dry + unclean. How many worthless men have soiled this dress? Don't tell me, Pianohead, it's a bloody chado dress. Sure enough. First thing I should have noticed. Rider back. My cup of tea sits unfinished on the white mini-table. My intent had been to gurpinder her. Fuck. The door shuts firmly. Her prussian blue hairs against her white skin. Pianohead: 'Goodbye now.'" 23. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Chamber Music- A Violin Sonata in C Minor, 4 Wine-Drinkers for violin, cello + piano, Meditations of Nursery Rhymes, Op. 114, for piano w/ violin ad libitum/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Mrs. Oryoki: 'There was a time when you would bring me pretty little cakes. Once upon this time we were able to form certain resolutions. Collections of entities.'" 24. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Captain R. lets his hands rest on his Blue Red White uniformed legs looking intently at the delicate-formed aged/weary facial features of Pianohead. They sit beside a miniature White-painted iron table. Captain R. + Pianohead are drinking large White-w/-Black-line-O O O O-pattern porcelain cups of tea. For no apparent reason Pianohead is clothed in a stark fucking White billowing dress/ huge Black 3-circled wig./ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." Capt. R.: " O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 25. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'We recognized a correspondence between certain aesthetic developments + the disappearances so we set about to exterminate all the excessive prettinesses from the world. We operated out of the refurbished underground hallways of a broken-down abandoned dance-hall building in a far corner of The Fields of Ambiguity. They're everywhere there. You'll come to one sooner or later. Really beat the fuck up + I like them like that for some reason. Gives you a place to sit in the shade for a bit + you can kind of hide from the sun or whatever it is. Nobody's out there. Every once in a while an old man with a couple of other old men just sitting around, cultivating a quiet living in tight communities, + they have nothing to do but be wise + suspicious because they're perfectly aware that there is decay setting in all around them + within them. They'd love to legalize frostitution, of course.'" 26. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Swollen dark-eyed/ big pursed lips/ her black-line facial featured mask in pose of careful contemplation/ off to the side, looked at us impassively for a while/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet/ distant/ K.-Mitsu w/ 2-mini-circled black hair pale lips/ fall to the ground/ The White Room/ 9 m. in height, black mini-whiskers on upper lip + chin, in clear rubber poncho white medium pink super-red mint green/ clear rubber mask/ he tried to pretend to ignore her/ i) P.I: 'Kill me w/ cuteness, Gushamoto/ again. Oh-my-god-!' (under her breath) 'the white snow brings me-/ over + over again/ */ all-consuming/ a wall-less house in The Kaon! Mtns./ over-viewed/ breaking open toward the sloping mountain contours/ Mrs. Oryoki II grimaces/ the white floor/ the rounded walls/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white." 27. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'The program of The Maenads was unrivaled in the purely expressive power of its composition. It quickly gave rise to a whole school of Cholinolytics revolving around its central premise but not one of these inimical devotees was able to match The Maenads' unique intensity. But it did lead to important progress eventually, just not thru the avenue of the imitators but rather through initiators like C. + J. who took from it the idea that whatever slows down the ebullience of the nirodhic dispersion can be considered an effective stop-gap measure.'/ Captain R. kneels in Blue Red White Yamabushi equipage in a tea-room of The Ryojusen head slightly bowed, before Pianohead/ formerly Princess Unruly Hair./ Pianohead: 'How did you come here?'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 28. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ maybe I should have recognized her from somewhere/ instead of crying about it/ a cold front from The Snowy Fields would be coming in, perhaps bringing w/ it snow/ where in the winter we wait/ hopeful, + cold/ */ brilliant like diamonds/ oh-!/ over + over again/ big/ fill me up/ lift me over/ skirts filled up/ billowing/ flying now all-consuming-.'/ The Kaon! Mntns pound us w/ their ice-formed powerful glistening image/ reflected whitelight everywhere/ puncuated by oblivion/ great sweeping changes in altitude/ makes it hard for you to breath/ but that's not important now/ K.-Mitsu.: 'Tremulant misdelivery. Outside of my perspective, too much.'/ Mrs. Oryoki: 'The Hachibushu were after contentment + peace, a powerful reconstruction of the world, but now what? You are distant + cold, caught up in minutae of reversion.'" 29. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Rule #5: The Sisyphus Theorem. Dr. M. posed The Sisyphus Theorem as a reply to the three antinomies which in various forms threatened the existence of the mathematics of implosion. The Accursed Questions (Insolubilia): i) a) If an existent were infinitely divisible, no contradiction should arise from the supposition that it has been divided exhaustively. b) But an exhaustive division would resolve the existent into elements of zero extension. This is impossible, for c) no extensive magnitude could consist of extensionless elements./ ii) Is F true where F is a propositional function of the form 'not F'?/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 30. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Mrs. Oryoki: 'I hold myself safe in this far far place, frozen in careful unbirthed entropy. There goes the wind.'/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room." 31. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, until we wearily arrive at XI: 3? (W,W,W) / (W,W,W) / (W,W,W) ;XI/10; corresponding, or so we would like to imagine, with: (1/3)*O / (1/3)*O / (1/3)*O such that we have flawlessly divided our initial orange among the Arrays, except that quite inconveniently we have left over this one remaining decimalion: (W) consisting of merely one ur-istic wedge, infinitesimal + indivisible as such./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 32. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "His rt. hand raised toward her as if in supplication. Seated in large billowing White ornate + delicately formed dress + w/ hugely sculpted high Black wig, her rt. hand rests on the edge of an iron chair./ Capt. R.: 'Inspector X. has come up with one of these ridiculous god-damn conspiracies that don't even make sense to him let alone his co-conspirators. I've never even understood the differences he has with Dr. M. They always struck me as being so much alike. I think it dates back mainly to that incident in The 4 + B. Machineries Factory when they were both still in the 1st stages of training for The Institute of Defense. Even though Mr. I. was really more to blame than anyone + neither of them holds a grudge against him. How did you meet the Inspector?'/ Pianohead: 'At the merchant galley where the smugglers used to hang out.'" 33. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'I knew a guy there, this old worn-out retired gangster from one of the yautias who made a fortune off the X.t racket in The City of Competitive Vertigo. I asked him to introduce us. He was an interesting character. Always telling stories about his adventures.'/ Capt. R.: 'He doesn't think much of the H. Interloper, why is that?'/ Pianohead: 'The gangsters never do, + I think he picked up a lot of their mode of thinking just from hanging about with them a bit too much. I mean, I don't know how much you've interacted with them, they kind of keep to themselves, but they always put off this attitude of having been wronged somehow, + that's what fuels them, pushes them forward, even though it's clearly just in their heads. Inspector X. has his own miasmas to concern himself with, but still he's not entirely above getting hit over the head with a way out, on occasion.'" 34. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "From this the oh-so-bold advisers determined the derivation such that D, the number of Ur-units of The Mini-BwO.s per Array, was of equipotence to the log(10) of I, the number of Arrays of Mini-BwO.s. With this newly preeminent ordering in hand the messenger was now able to easily go forthwith + find The Ur-unit of The Broken Mini-BwO. Trees + deliver unto him the king's message as to his requested audience: *) 'I understand; too well I understand. Some enemy of mine has called me traitor, + it is to execution that I am summoned before The Throne. Well, there is no help for it. Bring me into The Presence.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 35. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Not something to resist against, or so I thought. But Pianohead IV (04SP) took the matter into her own hand. She was an Advanced Technologies Assistant for CGEC. She worked out of a little white office in The Ryojusen crammed w/ metal filing cabinets, desks, equipment. A tiny white ceramic bed shoved in the corner. In the white hallway the first thing I remembered was the C.A.M. The Institute of The Defense guard in weak permanent red uniform w/ weak indigo epaulets. I told the guard to fetch me P.IV. The Soldier: 'She'll come in a minute.' A minute, bah. Who said I had minutes to give? He told me what happened, what I already knew. Who needed those 4 Upasakas, that's why we had many. Those were obviously spares. Despite the somber tone the guard appeared disinterested. Advanced Technologies Office 6. I'll visit her my god-damn self." 36. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "For the last 20 years the trends have been positive. The Pianoheads, like women elsewhere, were marrying infrequently, + to a growing percentage were involved in productive counter-work. The unpredictabilities of The Plan now threaten to take away those hard-won gains. P.IV had commented to me, w/ no clear indication, 'Now you are going to suffer.' Yum. On occasion CGEC would force his large body into the office, dress her up in medium pink rubber restraints + mask whispering sweet incoherent nothings in her ear, + then beat her coldly + methodically. Her bluish-purple bruised body would ache w/ resonance + cool composed restraint. A window in her office looks out on The Snowy Fields. From what I could observe she never looked out away from her research. One mini-radiometer transmits periodic minimal background music, methodical." 37. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'I don't understand why you hold a grudge against him. I thought it was kind of strange. Or-, not strange so much as just unexpected. He had to say his piece, though, otherwise it just would have lingered forever. But all that time, from 67 to 78 when the truth finally came out, Inspector X. thought that all the cohorts were coming out with those gossips about his shady past because you were feeding them the information. I talked to Inspector X. about it later.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Capt. R.: 'I'm only interested in the $. Y. offered me 6508 for Dr. M.'s head.'/ Pianohead adjusts her body's position in the White-painted iron chair + her lt. hand is raised w/ palm faced outward. Her face turns away as if in fear. She looks up at the White ceiling + wipes her eyes wearily." 38. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O/ w/ massive gray clouds forming/ the white walls of The Interpellation Room/ K.-Mitsu shakes his head + frowns/ brusque changes of rhythm/ sudden repetition/ endings/ ranges in its emotional implications from boisterous humor to brooding tragedy/ written in ¾ time/ Scherzi Musicali/ my white sleep/ Capt. R. laughs/ the pretty white plastic of The Bokatsu-House's structure opening out to the careful inward faces of The Kaon! Mtns./ the chair's resolute brilliance/ wailing/ ready for adventures/ send out the Yamabushi/ tea accoutrements/ white porcelain multi-color patterned cups/ pretty semi-blossomed cherry trees in close proximity." 39. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ iii) P.II: 'Nevermind. The Imitation Chodness brings itself to bear/ over everything/ the white snow/ the winter/ our wintercoats-/ we left them behind/ all-consuming/ flying now +-.'/ iv) Capt. R./ everything she touches turns to diamonds/ it is a clear white-light day + everything is radiant/ vacantly before him in sorrowful expectation/ The M.E.V./ the light circles the interior/ over-repeated/ echoed/ inchoate/ hypoglycemic whiteness/ of the glass in reflected effigy/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 40. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'He has sent out his Furies, w/ instructions to find you + bring you back to him.'/ Pianohead: '20 years.'/ Capt. R./ The Defender of The Princess hangs up his hat on a Mars Black painted metal hook attached to the White wall. A Black fake fur multi-gapped close-head hat w/ Black thin chin-tie bow-tied neatly + set against the wall. He takes off his goggles + sets them on the Black side-table by the White door. He walks around surreptitiously to the back of the White room, slipping the C.A.M. II back into his White Yamabushi-equipaged pocket. Beside the White door is a small mechanical control panel which Captain R. eyes carefully, running his hands along the outside to inspect for-./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 41. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Yarbois: (from the operating tale) 'I would never have experienced this peace. OK.'/ w/ the greatest 2-bodied horror at its disposal/ difference: predicate/ repetition: tautology/ the new which remains new/ his white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM/ as opp. to the established which has always been established, or can only be- (df)/ as opp. to recognition/ everything she touches turns to diamonds/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ ft The Wire-Haired Girl (waits in her bedroom for him dolled-up pretty w/ lipsticked qingbai lips 13-white-stubbed hair little-girl baby-doll dress/ in the mouth)/ future perfect/ perfect future/ mimodramatic/ semi-opaque/ drop beats not chinese vases." 42. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Insp. X.: 'They encourage this. They're all for it. Hurrah! Hurrah!'/ 2-heart-beated for disclosure/ when we are finished we will be better for it but damaged/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ auto-radiometers(6)/ aspects of the anti-deflowerfucked/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 43. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. in white rubber glove touches his stomach/ in black an 'R.' in the middle of his white polymeratomic armored chest/ Capt. R. + P.XIV move thru The Snowy Fields conversing/ The Wire-Haired Girl listens in attentively walking slowly 4m. behind them/ f. Domain; The Birds of Interpretation.1 f. Range; The Birds of Interpretation.2 f./ Capt. R. keeps stumbling over his words nervously, trying to impress her, but P.XIV just walks calmly/ murmuring something occasionally/ white white skin + sleep-deprived eyes/ echoing vacant expression/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ in white padded equipage w/ medium pink oh-so-blue asymmetrical abstract pattern/ white rubber slippers w/ strapping up to her knees/ Inverse; f(-1), such that xfy iff yf(-1)x; (all sets do not necessarily have an inverse)." 44. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In the dim/ f: X the mathematical coordination of war Y; a mapping of X into Y; syn. w/ function. Identity function/mapping;/ fall to the ground/ The White Room/ f: X the mathematical coordination of war X; f; y = x; ("x,x":x The Man W/ The Face Of Another X); the diagonal of X. Constant function; (?)/ Capt. R.: 'Shot down + saved by mountain people. That's where I 1st came across it.'/ w/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The Flowers XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ thoughtful white light of the morning/ Y has a constant element k; billowing black dark gray smoke rises up in multiple growths behind them/ scattered gut-wrenched bodies (14)/ white mucous drenched from vanquished rubber violent beasts." 45. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. w/ black-fluid-stained lower rt. white armor, swaggers a bit as he walks, adrenaline still pumping up into his head w/ unrelenting force/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ P.XIV w/ 3-circled prussian blue hair bouncing as she walks/ Capt. R.: 'Barely putting together 1 meal after the next, or even 1 foot after the other. So this kid finds me + I'm lying there having visions of bursting white light + dying + all that shit + thinking about how if I'd only joined the protection dept. instead of information services this crap wouldn't be happening + then there's this kid looking at me, maybe 15, with a bunch of sheep or goats, I don't know-.'" 46. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: '-but see, back then the economic complexities were more complex.'/ 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ ("x,k":x The Man W/ The Face Of Another X). His horrible loneliness + despair x his joy + celebration(x);. that function which his joy + celebration(x) is of x (?)/ Capt. R.: 'Maybe at that point I even really thought they were rabbits.'/ Funct.X, Y.f; f is a function from X to Y; Capt. R.: 'But they take me to this little hut- 1st he had to go back + get some the men, they were nowhere to be found laboring or-.'/ (formal definition); = (df) f The Ur-units of La Defense X * Y/ brusque changes of rhythm/ sudden repetition/ endings/ ranges in its emotional implications from boisterous humor to brooding tragedy/ written in ¾ time/ Scherzi Musicali/ my white sleep/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 47. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. in clear rubber mask over 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous hair examines the huge white rubber body of Yarbois/ jukkai (lament)/ mukashi (long ago) oi (age)/ shirayuki (white snow)/ furimono (falling phenomenon, snow/frost)/ dhanya/ mini-compartments/ clear plastic/ collected concentrates/ bokan!/ the short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros/ Capt. R. has been down just recently to the yamiichi for some black market radio parts/ the short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros/ white padded bumps w/ black circles/ yamaoroshi (the gusts that race down mountain sides)/ into our cold sleep/ our prettied selves/ our own inner core/ sleep/ to make bodied vehicles of us all/ for big horrors/ for counted blessings/ under a white sheet/ the air is still between them/ The White room." 48. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps from the dull unreflecting helmet/ grotesquerie-reflected glass images/ 5 metal optic/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ iv) Capt. R.: 'The contorted ice fields/ the ravine/ the mountain/ against the white white light/ radiant/ pounding the mountain's morning thawed-out water-particled air/ wind-swept beat/ + if awareness? then what?/ + have I cast them out?/ Capt. R. is super-cute/ snow white/ the monasterisation of his very chod-imbued being/anti-hifu/ monogurui." 49. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ big round eyes/ 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous hair/ head covered by clear rubber mask/ P.XIV w/ head posed as she walks w/ sore kink in her neck/ 1 side of her face scratched up w/ pink + 1 misshapen full-formed bruise blue-purple + grayish/ 3-circled prussian blue hair/ Cap. R.: 'P.XIV, I ever tell you the joke about Big Blue.'/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ Capt. R.: 'So there's this guy out in the middle of nowhere traveling from one town to the next.'/ lips slightly open/ glaring at Capt. R. occasionally/ P.XIV: 'O O.'/ The Interpellation Room echoes w/ the whispers, tendered lightly, promising, too pretty, for delight, of Capt. R. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 as he sits amidst its white hallways, maze-like constructed depths/ Capt. R.: 'He's got this old worn down horse carrying everything he owns + he's running out of food + water + all that + he's kind of tired.'" 50. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'He comes to this town but it's empty, whoosh. He looks from house to house, + business to business, + there is literally nobody home. So he comes to the local club + he's figuring if anybody's anywhere this is going to be it so he looks inside.'/ playful, slightly afraid, the plastic, sculpted, The Furies w/ misformed protuberances atop their heads remain just out of reach of Capt. R. but they whisper to him w/ quiet horror./ P.XIV: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness." 51. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Oh-ro-badum/ Capt. R. turns to look back at The Wire-Haired Girl, who frowns + pouts as she walks/ white multi-buttoned/ strapped rubber uniform w/ 2-bulbous equipage-pack bulging from her shoulders, white short-13-stubbed wig, dark mispointed eyes/ white rubber slippers/ the air is still between them/ The White room/ Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps from the dull unreflecting helmet/ P.XIV starts busting up hysterically/ quietly/ unable to control herself/ she almost drops her cigarette on the floor/ P.XIV: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ PORTRAIT OF THE DEAD! (X, the Ur-units return to their O O O)/ The Birds of Interpretation.1 R = pr.1.R + The Birds of Interpretation.2 R = pr.2.R; converse relation: yR(-1)x." Capt. R.: 'P.XIV, P.XIV!'/ OK." 52. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in white multi-padded Yamabushi equipage/ clear rubber mask/ a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light/ ma-space w/ vibrational repetition/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked found himself opposed to the assumptions of monadic controls re i) good faith re truth-functions; ii) primacy of the process of recognition; iii) the dominant opposition of error; iv) the propositional model of problem solving/ people are forever referring to their better selves, but Capt. R. would like to meet him, this better Capt. R., + knock him on his sanctimonious pretty-boy disenfeoffed plump little ass/ the 6 cafully placed clear plastic screens/ Capt. R.'s big black round buttons. Insp. X. walks round the operations table/ The Reconstruction(10) Room/ repetition must be opp. to generality." 53. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'That's not- that- I haven't even got to the punch line yet. Cut it out! Little fucking bitch! You always do this, acting like you're fucking 20 steps ahead. Shit, when you were- when you were doing all that stuff, you didn't even know half of what was going to go down.'/ P.XIV: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ P.XIV calms down + looks attentively at Capt. R., shifting the weight of her white rubber mini-pack (+ 2 mini-C.A.M.s attached) + opthalmoscope/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ P.XIV: 'O O O O O O O O O.'/ P.XIV: 'I'm sorry, please continue, I won't interrupt. O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Upside Down A x(x The Man W/ The Face Of Another X :=: Backwards E y(y The Man W/ The Face Of Another Y + "x,y"/ w/ everything moving forward toward them forcefully/ the white expanse of The Snowy Fields." 54. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. has stopped speaking/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Capt. R./ white polymeratomic multi-segmented armor contouring closely his tired vigorous body/ white rubber gloves/ in Black an 'R.'/ white rubber slippers/ white stockings up to knees/ white manganese blue super-red horizontal-striped/ armored white polymeratomic plates over his thighs/ Capt. R.: 'So, look, just be quiet, I'm trying to explain it to the little wire-haired girl here because you know, she looks up to us- OK? So they take me to this hut + take care of me for a while + all but what they really want to do, once I've recovered a bit, is get me off their hands.'" 55. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In Mars Black stenciled letters on the White wall, 'MAN STANDING BY HIS WORD.' Dr. M.'s grayish skin thru the holes resolute, polished behind a White polymeratomic mask w/ 13 Weak Cobalt Blue circles on top + a White rubber overcoat w/ Black buttons, Dr. M. breathes twice, + his hands, grasping, attack the air nervously, + barely extant Black whiskers hang around his upper lip. Dr. M. looks at The Monadic Engine dispassionately w/out the remotest pretense of patience./ The Monadic Engine: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O!'" 56. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'There won't be enough time for it.'/ Dr. M. laughs quietly./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 57. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'I'm eating their food, sleeping in their beds, making a rather general nuisance of myself but I'm not really so 100% as to be ready to go off on my own in these god-forsaken mountains, + beside I wouldn't really know where to go anyway. P.XIV, wipe that fucking smirk off your face or- or- or I'll wipe it off for you, I'm serious. W/ big fucking violent smooches. Maybe you'd like that dear. Anyway, so the kid walks in + there's nobody there either except behind the counter, putting away all the alcohol + locking it up + what not, is the fucking bartender.'/ inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ The Deflowerfucked's wounded eyes behind clear plastic goggles/ Capt. w/ somber lips behind clear rubber mask looks downward at the white cement of The Snowy Fields/ from the future." 58. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The undulating contoured white surface of The Snowy Fields surrounds them indefinitely/ billowing black dark gray smoke rises up in multiple growths behind them/ scattered gut-wrenched bodies (14)/ white mucous drenched from vanquished rubber violent beasts/ The Wire-Haired Girl turns up her medium-gray-painted lips in impatience/ behind her white snow falls: O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ The Deflowerfucked's wounded eyes behind clear plastic goggles/ Capt. R.: 'There's nobody there, + he looks like he's just about getting ready to get out of there about just as quick as he possibly can, his face looking kind of pale + shit. So this man walks up to the bar." 59. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'Commander Petra-Boom.'/ Pianohead's 3-circled prussian blue hair pushes a bit awkwardly to one side/ a groan bursts from Pianohead's breast/ a groan experienced by each of the Pianoheads/ it permeates the 15 pts. of Mr. ?'s existence/ Pianohead's unbearable sadness/ 3 prussian blue hairs pop loose from their tightly bound 3-circled confinement/ 85 monads (via The Monadic Engine) directed thru Pianohead's robotic body explode outward from the center of Insp. X./ Pianohead's white dress/ numb frozen face dotted w/ red blood/ The Middle Way returns in all its glory, everywhere + everything/ one IMCR eye bigger than the other/ 3 pops of red blood plop on the white extending-platform bed/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ folded white mat/ blanket/ 2 porcelain pillows/ multi-colored circle-patterned wall/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end." 60. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'Theoretically speaking + all-'/ my investigations in The M.E.V. were prompted by unexpected inconsistencies in The M. Engine's patterns/ there frozen- the ice formed all around my body/ in perfect stasis/ motionless/ forever/ + ever/ C: 'if you were to drop by The I.E. Building tomorrow at 3:49 am, then maybe-'/ dark ice-formed blue-shaped/ just theoretically/ veri-m./ uh-oh/radiant/ C. + I tap-danced our walking way down the white plastic-formed thru-way/ my big big eyes pounding forward big/ C: 'you might see a couple of guys'/ gucci-gucci/ cute/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ if you were to slow down/ there, ice-pitched polished/ reflecting the white light/ glaring against us/ the 3-circled prussian blue hair/ Pianohead's imaged gaze/ horror-horror driven/ C.: 'kind of matching the description hanging out there.'/ in our most coy numbed-out poses." 61. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O.'" 62. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Perhaps no finer cupcakes have I ever partaken of. My head reverberating at such a minute level but high velocity. Captain R. quietly, methodically, tipped over each of the fortifications upon which his ego had been built, + soon he was forced to place himself at the same level as other men, to include himself in a species that he had long written off as nothing but arrogant beasts. He prepared himself for the next switch where he would be forced, beyond his imagination, to come to terms w/ his new existence. He imagined one where he was bound to a white mechanical chair w/ wires + tubes connected to his body. It was a combustible idea, of course. The modern woman as we know her emerged- exasperated in thought, attitude, + looks. In large part created by pioneering designers, many of whom of which little but rotting decaying body parts now remain." 63. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl knocks on the White door w/ her White-stubbed wig in tow. In White Medium Blue mini-coat + White Oh-So-Pink short-shorts she looks pretty much ready to fuck some shit up. Fury3 answers the door + ushers her in w/ the utmost quickness, finger at nose. Once the door is safely closed + they are inside it starts whispering frantically./ Dr. M., on the other hand, is concerned w/ the unlikely prospect of attaining invisibility, hoping that The Furies generously leave him enough time to complete his endeavor. The plastic multi-colored O O O stand in their vases attached to the White wall looking back at him w/ O Os so wise as to convince one that certainly the plastic O O O themselves are singing 'They're coming to take me away, ha ha! They're coming to take me away!'/ Dr. M. keeps looking around everywhere quickly for a while in no particular direction." 64. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O.'" 65. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In front of IMCR + Pianohead is a long hallway lit by white fluorescent lights attached in weak security to the ceiling by small metal screws White the air's softly clinging dust faded the onslaught. Thru the clear-White-tinted plastic coverings they emit a filtered visibility/ it descends upon them w/ slow pristine refusal. IMCR walks in untenured deliberative meditative silence + deliverance pushing the wheelchair in front of him + its chrome body reflects the light in bitter vibrancy + respect + kindness sculpted by allowed respite./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 66. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "This was not only about the effete underdog making her way up the ranks. It was something you could do as an outsider. A legitimate career choice. Among their ranks? The flamboyant Okybear, The Ballet Kicker, H., The Wochi Sisters, + the sportif Mrs. X. These forceful designers rejected the non-decorative clothes that had encumbered them. As Mrs. Riopuser declared, 'I have never been able to tolerate poor dress-work on myself. Why should I inflict it on other women.' Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. + fuck-it Shi-gu sat on my head, oh no no no. Big bouffant + empty glasses, nevertheless. Oh-my-fucking-god the part-eaten cake. No no that's not a euphemism. Covered w/ the multi-colored sprinkles + frosting of be-splundered cupcakes. We were fighting w/ the cupcakes as weapons. Frosting + sprinkles covered us. I ran into Mrs. O. The Maenads attack." 67. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Grace comes somehow violent. The Imitation Capt. R./ the C.A.M. II/ steps thru the doorway. His gentle Black White uniform torn by iniquity/ rebellion/ closes itself around his body tightly. Drearily disguised by slumber. He enters into the White interior of the room. The Aufbauhaus. Baudelairic O O O sleep soundly. He stands silhouetted in the White doorway. Mourning. Thru the wonders + the vigilance of their patrons. Allowing the light to drift past him w/ its eerie stillness. Departures/ friends. Resilience of empathy quiet-like + barren. Eager to let their hands/ his sober limbs. His delicate image. Bespoken prophets consumed by madness + conquering. Triumphant. Eager to caress his minute Black hair in 5 circles. Child-like eyes. Pale skin/ its cancer. Short nails lightly encumbered + their polished stillness. That linger upon his vacant form. The birds surround him." 68. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O.'" 69. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "When did Ubipo meet Mr. Ibo? When did Mr. Ibo first lay eyes on Ubipo, so that both of them became fused, from a fashion standpoint? I don't know except that they both made their escape together from The Ryojusen, fleeing discordantly from misshaped mayhem evident there, to the waiting bright white lights of The Kaon! Mtns., Ubipo w/ cleavage-bursting weak pthalo blue gown w/ waist-belt flailing about her running body + hand held to her un-securing white hair, where Mr. Ibo, in weak permanent violet + weak barium red-pink suit w/ black string-tie + black mustache black 2-squared hair, w/ good fortune had waiting a white + black waiting FV-VOOM25, 2-seater. Did they escape the fleeing vigilant wrath of The Maenads? I do not know for certain. The Maenads everywhere. Red bloody blood blood. Multi-colored uniforms. The white snow." 70. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M./ 1 of The Former Hachibushu, has performed functions for The Plan under several different names (including Yagamoto, Maido, U., Mr. C., etc.). Most notoriously he recombined + processed the monadic patterns running The Monadic Engine./ Dr. M.: 'O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O.'" 71. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl enters the room in White Medium Blue mini-coat + White Oh-So-Pink short-shorts + Black metal-circled belt + bare legs leading down to petite polished Black shoes + her White wig is sculpted into multiple vertically protruding protrusions./ Dr. M.: 'O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O.'" 72. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Resemblance:equivalence; cycles:equalities/ like a cowboy. Big black round buttons/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ He grimaces. slowly/ out w/ the output. Out w/ the useless. Pretty soon/ pretty pornography/ generality: (df) the pt. of view by which one term may be substituted for another/ the economic model of exchange/ here we are at the ma-space of the Hachibushu/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ Insp. X.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 73. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The wires + tubes do not connect him w/ The Monadic Engine, but suck his vitals out to some master, indifferent engine. He challenged the boundaries of his current state by tasting the falling white snow. Unidentifiable. His eyes flicked up every few minutes expecting to see The Ryojusen in huge billowing pop-pop-pop explosions. When that didn't happen he + I followed the sequence of recent events one more time, beginning w/ the previous evening's party + ending here w/ The Maenads' attack. A loud sudden noise, I jerked my head around to see one of the Soldiers on the white cement ground, red blood everywhere, weak permanent red uniformed/ weak indigo epauletted, w/ dark curving rounded stains, 2 Maenads running off the opposite direction. Steam rises visibly up from their bodies. On the edge. The white flecks of snow." 74. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O. O O O.'" 75. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: (choking on a laugh) 'Er-kmf-k-. Um. Huh.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl's White wig bounces about happily + would join the conversation if not convinced it might be impolite, social structures + all being what they are. In miniature detail by hands that once promised to trade anything for the chance at refinement, machine-made grace, too perfect for the naked eye to devour hungrily for lunch. Its multiple vertically protruding protrusions point in exact directions at various coordinates of the room, but never, again, OUT OF POLITENESS, quite directly at Dr. M. himself. Seeing Dr. M.'s distress is almost more than the minute + fragmented mind of The Wire-Haired Girl can resist, like O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O White + plastic against the alcoholic grain, or perhaps in mid-wife colloquialism wisdom/atrophy." 76. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Maenad45 + Maenad39 run out of The Ryojusen, Maenad45 w/ one hand around waist of Maenad39 in support, + Maenad39 holds lt. hand against forehead head tilted back weak big medium gray lipsticked lips posed in the comic melodrama of her ridiculous position red red red-fucking blood gushing out of her stomach + Maenad45 gazing sternly at her hand clenched tensely as they run out into The Garden of Immaculate Horror w/ it's rows of white plastic bulbous many-contoured constructions. RetroGuard71 + RetroGuard96 in The Garden of Immaculate Horror flank hostage weak Maenad40 (in white qingbai mint green) + Maenad44 (in white barium red-pink cobalt turquoise). The white light. He racked his head for reasonable excuse which would connect the 2 scenes in believable manner./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 77. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The asymptote of possibility, however, along w/ our specific memory to support any proposals, couldn't explain how Captain R. had managed to avoid The Maenads so adroitly, cold + hyperaware in short-short white boy-shorts w/ black buttons, to find himself in The Garden of Immaculate Horror w/ a shotgun + a ½-empty clip of miasma bullets. Black sunglasses somewhere, crushed. He was too weak + drunk/ hung over, head-bouncing headache, to have dropped one of The Maenads, unarmed, to acquire the shotgun + make his way to this corner of The Ryojusen + yet here it was. That's only an example of the many inconsistencies found. + so we sat on a bench of The Garden of Immaculate Horror, + we were the bench we were sitting on, + so we waited, as the ticking moments of time itself, for our own inevitability. Nothing to entertain us." 78. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The carnage that next ensues has rarely been witnessed. Cover your bases. Heat stroke. RiboO O O O-born 1st Command Maenad04 holds court over the super-violence in The Ryojusen, having transformed the chic setting of extreme entertaining into an array of options for getting your hot + bothered body strung + quartered. Her motto, 'Fresh moves, smart service.' RetroGuard33 on cold knees w/ faltering breath, uncorked eyes, aims white plastic revolver after Maenad77, + her red blood stains The Ryojusen. The white snow covered us, colder + colder, blood drying caking to the side of our head. We were convinced that it was actually something else, + that something else, once revealed, would be so obvious that we would kick ourselves for not having figured it out on our own. That, or we grow exceedingly tired, drift off into sleep, + never wake up." 79. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "'Yes, yes,' she imaginatively cries shaking her head intently inside itself, 'I do want you to go! Only not now! Not now-' + stops to sing 'Ah, the machines attack/ fall back fall back.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl: (out loud) 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ The Wire-Haired Girl's White Medium Blue mini-coat pushing forcefully against the strain of the closed-off buttons + her quickly moving legs push against White Oh-So-Pink short-shorts + bare legs. Her polished Black shoes pound the White floor violently, rushing to the wall's cabinet quickly to retrieve + bring to Dr. M. a glass miniature bottle: PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT PTT…." 80. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "It's possible that the realization, when it came, would be much worse than this, + that we'd scream + claw at the railings trying to escape the teeth gnashing slow decaying digestion. RetroGuard33 slumped over. I was wearing black rubber slippers at least. I had forgotten. The Mix-Master. General Commander P. got his. Though that could be taken 1 of 2 ways. The Maenads were running about everywhere. Turning the i) prettiness, ii) interiors, iii) food, iv) technology inside-out. The Maenads, exhausted, slowly run their assault to a White-snow-covered stand-still, finding Mrs. O. drenched in her own inner organs but Mr. O. difficult to find. But even as the pace of the assault begins to slow Maenad26, exhausted, at the mental point of over-work where she has ceased to function more than mechanically, finds Mr. O. hiding in a closet + dismembers him." 02. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "If I felt lonely out there, though, it didn't show. I could perhaps have been described as being brilliantly energetic in my movements + the slow big force of the investigation pushed me forward. Insp. X.: 'It looks like a pretty theorem to me. How to interact w/ it?' The air spun round me as if it was an unsolvable problem. White. Up w/ the upper lip. Big black buttons. The polished reflected white light. Capt. R.: 'OK, right now you need to line it up w/ another theorem. We have another version coming out soon which will make it self-contained. For now, yes, it does require that you have some other working theorem to map it on to.' Black anti-polymeratomic reflective of the white light. Multi-colored stickers randomly dispersed commemorating past completed adventures. e.g, The Adventures of Capt. R. 102: In which he defeated the traitorous Capt. N./ The Victorious Bird." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I pumped it thru the C.A.M. II, a demo I'd set up in advance for this purpose. Thru the C.A.M., transmitting to Inspector X., the theorem would retrieve a map w/ all the locations of the attendant pts. of the monadic currents for a given run-cycle/ to my head unwrapping/ to my head unwrapping- attached to a group that was still undergoing analysis. I punched it out. I waited for Inspector X.'s response. There were still things to be worked out. This was to be expected immediately after launch, but before long it would run more clearly. I had come out into The Snowy Fields to interrogate The M. Monsters. Spinning quietly. Ambushed by The * Monster (a white 6 m. Wildly Laughing Monster w/ cadmium red brilliant pink venetian pink permanent red vertical-striped rubber body) but after a bloody battle I vanquished it. My hand gently to my throat." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Captain R. murmurs quietly irritated to himself as he surveys his repairs high high above The Snowy Fields. He adjusts the pneumatic tumbler right away./ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O!'/ throwing caution to the wind, which is blowing somewhat northeasterly, giving caution's trajectory a slight left hook." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "THE MONADIC ENGINE: (df) Mr. ? discovered that the obtainment + acquiring of strategic plans could be reduced to an equilibrium point for conduct. It is this equilibrium point that the M.s interpret from the mapping. So many couldn't quite pinpoint the accurate course. Mr. ?, though, was an apt pupil of both the outer + inner workings of mathematical structures." 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ He makes a fist + shakes it at the machinery only to scratch his minute Black whiskers mysteriously in ganbarre-yo fashion. Closing his mind up into a tubuliforous ball Captain R./ The Defender of The Princess deliberates on whether the current delicacy is OK held close mid-belly to the iron rail by Yamabushi equipage." 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "THE MONADIC ENGINE: (df) He was able to maneuver thru the difficulties that stymied others. In theory his efforts provided the necessary apparatus for the statistical analysis of monadic currents but putting it into practice in a real-time sense required the powerful/quick manipulations which only the subsequent invention of The Monadic Engine made possible." 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Convex linear combination (w/ weights). Convex = (df) a subset X of E.n is convex if Upside Down A convex linear combinations of pts. of X it is a pt. of X. Convex hull = (df) of a set X, the intersection of all convex sets of which X is a subset. Theorem of The City of Idioperception: i) If X is any subset of E.n, \ any pt. of the convex hull of X can be represented as a convex linear combination of n+1 pts. of X./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Captain R. flips past on his C.A.M. II 'Cool Thing' + quickly, almost one would say in haste, flips back to it + it paces their slow withdrawal into goodbye conversation. Eventually, after having gone thru 'Sex Dwarf,' '88 Lines about 44 Women,' 'Pure Energy,' 'Enjoy the Silence,' + 'Blue Monday,' Captain R. flips quiet the machine, looking back at a Yellow/ Medium Blue circle-home." 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "THE MONADIC ENGINE: (df) (invention of Mr. I./ The Man Behind The Curtain) Mr. I. is what one would call a mini-mathematician. In addition to designing mechanical calculating apparatus he will, on occasion, compete w/ Dr. M. in the field of constructing monsters, but w/ just a bit too much a sense humor to produce anything w/ complete effectiveness. It is irreversible." 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Fuhozo 8./ Insp. X.: 'God, Gushamoto, not another mish-mash of pseudo-philosophical ramblings + unintelligible images. Remember when you used to do those cool light-hearted romp comedies? Those were the shit. What's this crap? It's fucking god-damn beneath you. What about a nice simple western for once? Quid pro Ø.'" 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "THE MONADIC ENGINE: (df) His monsters tend to be imbued more w/ the capability for destruction than w/ the inclination for such, to a degree completely inappropriate, leaving his monsters, once unleashed, in a state of matronistic ennui. His Monadic Engine reflects this tendency, exhibiting certain willful derivations of noise." 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'This reminds me of the time we tried to steal The Monadic Engine.'/ Insp. X.: '+ if everything falls apart?'/ Capt. R.: 'I'll do it.'/ Insp. X.: "OK, I will give you the opportunity, but only upon one condition. You must acquire for me The M. Briefcase. I promise it will not end up in the hands of Mrs. Oryoki… " 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Dr. M. told me that he has P.II + there's nothing you can do about it + he is making her do training exercises- I found that out from Dr. M. himself. He was telling me all about it + making jokes even.'/ Pianohead: 'Dr. M. wouldn't do that. He is obsessed with- my obtainment.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl opens the door + exits." 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Insp. X.: 'I have my own purposes for it.'/ Captain R. looks far off into the ever closer + closer distance. The minute Black letters dominate the White space of the wall facing them, "MAN STANDING BY HIS WORD." The White walls of the Fuhozo house echo off the sound of the waves of The Hyperbaric Ocean." 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The door shuts. Pianohead wears a rubber Venetian Pink dress w/ a Strong Orchid Pink mask. She waits, bored, on an iron bench in a room of The Aufbauhaus. The Furies attempt, w/out much success, to convince her that they would only like what is best for her, that which is most conducive to her happiness. + believe it or not they are behaving w/ nothing but candor." 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(the minimum of its row + the maximum of its column.) (max(i) min(j) a.ij = min(j) max(i) a.ij iff A has a saddle-pt.) (the saddle-pt. is the optimal choice for P.1 + P.2, respectively, + is called the value of the game.) Mixed strategy = (df) an ordered m-tuple (x.1 … x.m) of non-negative real #s satisfying The Wire-Haired Girl Plays In Her Room(m;i=1), the #s being the frequency w/ which P chooses the #s 1,2,…m. (S.m: P.1) (S.n: P.2). Pure Strategy = (df) the consistent choice by P of 1 particular choice./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Inspector X. is a motherfucker but he has connections + Captain R. leans on him once in a while./ Insp. X.: 'Yeah, yeah, just remember-'/ w/ Captain R. not even turning back to look at him looking off away out to The Hyperbaric Ocean distracted by some newly off-kiltered concern./ Insp. X.: 'just remember, that kid was going down whether I participated or not.'" 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'No estes che gondelay. We must fight on until we've absolutely achieved the achievement of death to all carpetbaggers. The influx of carpet-baggetry into this world has become a veritable epidemic. If we don't fight it who will?'/ The 2 Strong Orchid Pink Rubber O O O Os topping Pianohead's head-mask watch each other nervously." 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'We were dregslickers then. We pursued victory even with our backs to the wall.'/ On The Fuhozo 8 where the inspectors have established a community of refuge Captain R. visits Inspector X. at his home. Their bodies bounce slightly w/ the crash of the waves./ Insp. X.: 'Yes, we were foolish + reckless then, too.'" 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Aware comprehensively that the accorded upon distance between them is much too close for both comfort + good breeding. Pianohead w/ 1 leg folded over the other, the large skirts of her rubber Venetian Pink dress encompassing her oh-so-dazed-+-confused body, Strong Orchid Pink rubber mask framing her eyes so that she looks somewhat circumspect." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I tracked down 20 of The M. Monsters + interrogated them about The Negative Creep + Dr. M. I found The Winter Monster roaming about a rocky stretch of steppes at the far eastern edge of The Snowy Fields. The monster at first did not notice my approach, absorbed in poking about thru the wreckage of a transport vehicle. In black block letters 'RESURRECTION.' Yarbois/ The Winter Monster is a white rubber humanoid 9 m. in height w/ a 5-circled head, a large mouth w/ gruesome fanged teeth, a large asymmetric nose, + small squinty weak gray eyes. I stood against it w/ hands on the hips of my white Yamabushi uniform, head cocked. The Winter Monster: '+ how many investigators are out here, gathering information?' Approximately 24. The Winter Monster: '+ it all starts here, right? In this abandoned corner of The Snowy Fields. I've never seen anything quite like it.'" 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "A. B. D. F. D. S. G. C. M. V. M. W.-H. J. Y. Z.-M. Rowdy rowdy they all fall down. Captain R. smiles. They stand at the end of an iron pier extending distantly out from Inspector X.'s Cobalt Yellow plastic sphere-shaped house w/ Medium Blue trim. Captain R.'s Blue Red White Yamabushi equipage braces itself against the minute dotting extracts of the crashing waves." 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead tears the eyeglasses from her eyes turning pink around their edges intensely focused, + 2 flies rest diligently on a wall behind her, her left cheek pushing outward against her Black circle beauty-mark./ Pianohead pulls her Strong Orchid Pink plastic O O O O head-piece tightly against her head. It was imported from The C. District." 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Insp. X.: 'The point is that you've got to play fucking hardball if you expect fucking respect. Get out of the way… dirty thunthufbithes. He went for the bridge + he took it, instead of drinking himself to death watching 2 fucking freebooters jack it up. People called him a spastic paretic, + he was, but he also laid the coordinates for a prettily constructed possible endgame.'" 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Her rubber Venetian Pink dress covers her legs + a high neck + her arms up to the beginnings of her fingers which almost touch her lips. It rubs her body exactly the wrong way. Atop her head the 2 Strong Orchid Pink fake plastic O O O Os hold a quiet argument about the appropriate time to relinquish one's vanity for integrity, or perhaps vice versa." 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Repetition: (e.g.) reflections doubles echoes; economic model of the gift/theft; initiates reverse intension/ 2 micro-receptors attached to Capt. R.'s equipage/ w/ its white-bumped close still grip upon Capt. R./ his Yamabushi-equipaged body/ objects of interest/ Capt. R. holds his lt. hand against careful utility belt/ rt. hand against inner rt. thigh/ Yarbois breathes closely/ slowly/ or bringing ugliness to the-/ poppy-depicting/ w/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The Flowers XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ The Deflowerfucked's wounded eyes behind clear plastic goggles." 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Winter Monster: 'I wish you the best of success, Captain R. The beginning of a new machine-readable future? Back to you.' I apologized for the glitch. The Winter Monster: 'It's all the same to me.' When this meeting is described later, by other investigators who ask The Winter Monster to recap its conversation w/ me, it will of certain be truncated severely + cut to only the very beginning + the very end of our interview. It was fine, since I had 12 more interviews w/ other monsters to do in the next couple of days anyway. I am not a perfectionist. I believe that perfectionists waste most of their time worrying about details when it's the grand vision which counts + that brings to bear the remainder of our will when our actions have since dropped into the past. This particular incident: For the meet-up $3485. For The Maitri-House information. The 2-Headed Monster "6" key, $25. IF212. 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Inspector X. gives the thumbs-up w/ his Black-gloved hand + Captain R. (who if you look real close-like at you might recognize) backs off in both nervousness + excitement. The iron pier extends out into the ocean + the waves crash violently against it + the cold oceanic water hits their eyes bitterly." 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Monadic Engine: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O,' etc./ Pianohead looks up at the White ceiling. A Strong Orchid Pink rubber mask covers her nose + borders her anodynistic intent eyes tightly." 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Captain R. checks his Computational Acetylcholinics Meter for communications from the rocks./ In the film version, Insp. X. is played w/ philosophical seriousness by OOOOO, Dr. M. by some non-actor cult-figure who nevertheless has gots charisma to burn, someone kind of reclusive + above-the-fray w/ a sort of built-in respect-factor." 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In the high-class comfort of The Aufbauhaus Pianohead sits at the table w/ a drink, waiting w/out purpose, as O O O Os talk on the subject of asparagine, eyes surrounded tightly by rubber mask in high-fashion mold + formed in the shape of 2 Strong Orchid Pink O O O Os atop her head. Suddenly she looks laconically upward into the Whiteness of the ceiling." 20. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Y.84: 'C.A.M. to The R265. We went afterward to the pre-eminent m.-type. + everybody was/ come closer' The Various Consequences Of Retaining One's Post: i) mindfulness ii) distinguishment of right + wrong iii) energy + exertion in practice iv) joy concerning the view of the way v) pacification thru the overcoming the passions vi) equanimity vii) freedom from discrimination. The Winter Monster: 'The 2-Headed Monster says it saw it go down, but the perp's outfit disguised them completely.' Capt. R.: 'Yes, I've discussed this w/ it already.' The Winter Monster: 'Hmm, yes, but I do have some information which you might perchance take interest in. Down at the outskirts of MHF near pt. 13 Dr. M. has a little hidden teahouse bungalow. The Maitri-House. Fine design. I once considered residing there myself, but it would be a bit small + restrictive for me." 21. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "m909: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ m909: 'O O O O O O O O!'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ m909: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Wheels spinning over the White cement, Pianohead rides her bicycle in The Snowy Fields. 2 metal circles decorate her shoulders + minutely 4 her goggles respectively. Pianohead exclaims in quiet satisfaction as she picks out from the minute mechanical equipment on her utility belt a miniature Black repair book w/ 'KEYS TO THE HIDDEN WORLD' written on it in White letters." 22. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Insp. X.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ dx: undetermined determinable determination/ as opp. to ; ~A/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ Dr. C.: 'Monadic constructions appear in the form of a system of ideal connections; a system of differential relations between reciprocally determined genetic elements.'/ the concept of the coninuous leads to the over-use of processes of infinite exhaustion as opp. to completion/ of the order of the event/ lets them fall to the ground/ divergent." 23. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Reconstruction(10) Room/ Yarbois' huge white rubber body/ white rubber sutures w/ bows/ delicately maneuvered/(Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ moves slowly up-down over the bold slight curves of its imperturbable artificial flesh/ w/ the movement of its breathing/ around the white room/ big lips on our side/ big eyes on their side/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet/ distant/ The Yamabushi vs. The Maenads. Close grip/ w/ a white ribbon at the mid-pt. of the bands just between her 2 weak breasts/ white fake fur snow-bonnet/ + oh-so-blue oh-so-pink white horizontal striped stockings up upper thighs/ to white rubber slippers/ dark dark sleep-deprived eyes/ merging contorting into the forward pushing morphing body of P.II as they push/pull into one another thru the monadic enervated air/ Capt. R. w/ mouth slightly open/ look of horror." 24. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: "+ I screamed at them in frustration 'White H.!'"/ Pianohead I/ rubber blow-up doll/ w/ her prussian blue hair in 3 circles/ even if/ everblown/ this cold, sterile outpost of all of them provides-/ plastic or not we must continue/ MKO: 'No thank you. I refuse. But Capt. R., we are due, I suppose for a nice little conversation-piece.'/ whereupon/wheretofore/ pinned/stationed/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ The Wire-Haired Girl: '-but still, they insisted on complete ignorance,'/ Pianohead I/ rubber blow-up doll/ in venetian pink weak cobalt blue dress/ whose nervous smile + her confident smile were identical in appearance/ The Wire-Haired Girl: '+ were actually quite sad + mournful upon being told.'/ Pianohead I/ rubber blow-up doll/ in venetian pink weak cobalt blue dress/ w/ her prussian blue hair in 3 circles/ her plastic face's limited vocabulary." 25. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O Pianohead drags from her cigarette eagerly, + her eye twitches slightly like she can't quite make up her mind where to look/ w/ her bravely shaved coy demeanor holding her head just off the coming Whiteness + O O O Os + hand on her cigarette lips she tries to mesmerize her memories back to life w/ her dark dark eyes, but her powers are too weak. She pulls her arms out nervously + looks upward, balancing herself w/ the wheels' quick movement, distracted, the coming Dark Gray bilobular clouds. The children's song blips in tiny fashion from her radiometers." 26. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 27. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "P.I/II/ hollow reverberating white noise pounds the white walls of the room/ Capt. R.'s head/ brusque changes of rhythm/ sudden repetition/ endings/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ ranges in its emotional implications from boisterous humor to brooding tragedy/ written in ¾ time/ there is perhaps nothing left/ the whiteness devouring everything/ or perhaps merely everything which is left of Capt. R.'s ignoble overthrown mind/ extrinsic, meaning (again) that the semantic must be separated + dealt with differently than the syntactic/ (again) the avoidance of which was the beginning pt./ Yarbois: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 28. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "*: (thru the C.A.M.) 'There were 18 dimensional pathways by which I came here, to request your cooperation on a matter important to us both.' 2 large rubber-formed umbrellas white w/ black-outline protect Capt. R. + uber-Pianohead from the white pounding light bouncing off the ice-formed ravine/ Capt. R. grimaces. *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'The war which has brought us to this pt. is quite old, Gushamoto.'/ a term applied to its movements/ the repetition of a marked rhythmic figure/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Hmm, you are so small. I- knew this- but-.' (big bellows of air pound against the mini-outpost) 'I'm sorry, but it amuses me.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ I set out to rescue The Wire-Haired Girl./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 29. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ he only wakes who casts the world aside/ m909 waits in the air patiently above Pianohead, who stands against the White wall in her Weak Cobalt Blue Oh-So-Pink White suit w/ her hands against her radiometered head./ m909: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Nursery rhyme toy piano music wistfully White cement, a groan bursts from her breast." 30. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "When it comes to me/ against the white wall/ glaring into my face like the revelation of something important/ the stillness of the white room/ the world may implode in random end-games, so much as I don't end up damnable + disgraced, cold shivering in some distant winter corner for having failed in my duties/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'It isn't a war, of course, properly speaking. Or, perhaps it is. But more of an experiment. Or, it began as such. There were no root mutual collidings of interests.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair./ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Merely the investigation on the part of both sides into what you would refer to as paranormal physical behavioral systems.'" 31. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I am a bitter man, a cold man/ Capt. R.'s facial expression was that of a cold cold corpse face-up in a swimming pool. The water in gentle fashion sways back + forth, + its vibrating tense surface reflects the white light in random-full-formed patterns. Capt. R.'s calm confident open demeanor doesn't blink an eye, preoccupied w/ its intense calm. I am not one to doubt my own importance, I was authoritative yet low-key/ there will perhaps be regrettable repercussions. It is slow/ a wedding/ she's holding-./ there's a little gap between their heads + their bodies/ but then at the top their heads sort of merge together in abstracted fusional connection/ u.-P. sits w/ careful composure/ Capt. R./ Capt. R.-/ break off the remembrance/ or the import/ drive it forward into the cold deep end/ black-stubbled/ round-pt.-ed/ numb/ but bitter distant big-eyes." 32. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Runway/ u.-P. wears huge billowing skirtage dress/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The O O O Os XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Our civilization's structures had become refined to a pt. where there was little to interest us beyond the driving force of economic efficiency. It turned out that there were 4 defining attributes of material existence in addition to the conservative derivation of energy, mass, light, + time; these 4 being the negative attributes, so to speak, of the 1st 4.'." 33. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "But she is still + calm/ diminishing perhaps but un-erasable/ fashionabushi/ just do it/ OK/ cold/ machine-refined/ u.-P.: 'Do you really-? Oh, yes.'/ what was her name?/ but that's really just pure idle speculation/ boredom/ w/ a white ribbon at the mid-pt. of the bands just between her 2 weak breasts/ white fake fur snow-bonnet/ + oh-so-blue oh-so-pink white horizontal striped stockings up upper thighs/ to white rubber slippers/ dark dark sleep-deprived eyes/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Humor me. Of course, the use of the term "negative" is problematic. Which is to say no more than the fact that the idea of it being problematic is itself problematic. Which is to say, the idea of-. Of course, that's not the pt. The pt. is the 8 pts. of material existence generated repercussions which were disturbing to us. But this was short-sighted. Or not. The void of victory besets us all.'" 34. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "*: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Not just you, Capt. R.'/ Capt. R.: 'Crawl/ my aim. The Middle Way has now entered upon us.'/ OK./ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'The obvious conclusion would have been that investigations into the root causes of this development would be called for, but instead the big booming battle inclinations were victorious.'/ inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ The Deflowerfucked's wounded eyes behind clear plastic goggles/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'The drive to war is an intimate, but discreet need in all of us Capt. R. The naïve humble refusal which strives to make you believe in your own particular individual identity is crap. You're not some miniature existence in the vast independent structure of the universe, Capt. R. If everything is connected, Capt. R., then- it is time perhaps Capt. R.'/ OK." 35. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Because The Wire-Haired Girl's rescue + her protection were more complex than I realized/ of their underground movement, whispers back to her/ no more swimming pools this time/ the qingbai coldness/ decorous/ white rubber slippers/ uber-Pianohead wears black multi-strapped huge billowing skirtage dress/ white rubber décolletage covered upper bodied contortion/ duplication + overlapping until the error is caught/ rock you like a hurricane, darling/ intent conscientiously on his task of Defending the Universe/ anticholinolytic/ was she celebrated in her own time?/ qingbai pinstripes/ w/ 4 white ribbons at the mid-pt. of the bands just between her 2 bulbous breasts/ white fake fur snow-bonnet/ oh-so-blue oh-so-pink white horizontal striped stockings up fatty-fat upper thighs/ to white rubber slippers/ dark dark sleep-deprived eyes/ huge cheeks + eyes/ sunken fat-filled jowls." 36. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. sits in his white plastic chair w/ a sense of calm overlooking the ravine-filling mass of the * w/ it's 3 blue contortion-muscled balls/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'We formed messages to attempt to establish communication, but we quickly realized that the power of the effect derived from the purely formal structure of the missives + abandoned the communicative aspect of the project as unnecessary. It seemed we could force them back into their proper confines.'/ Capt. R.: 'What kind of messages were you receiving?'/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'We don't know. Our researches have left us unable to decode them.'/ the reverberating air pounds against him vigorously/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair." 37. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The interior of the mini-outpost/ grotesquerie-reflected glass images/ the contorted ice fields/ the ravine/ the mountain/ against the white white light/ radiant/ pounding the mountain's morning thawed-out water-particled air/ wind-swept beat/ the coldly burning white light/ Capt. R.'s body, at this pt., had already experienced some misformations, some outgrowths, though they were of a minor nature/ Capt. R.: 'Yes.'/ no regrets regarding my actions/ I wasn't going to barter for a philosophical yet charismatic mind if it came w/ an equal dose of madness/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Yes, we went completely imagistic with it. + that's when it started. What you have to understand is that this was not just your average typical construction, it's an uncanny phenomenon, unrivaled in the purely radiant power of its composition.'/ no matter how mathematically adept I might've become as a result." 38. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "*: (thru the C.A.M.) 'None of the attempts was a match for the unique intensity of the counter-effects.'/ u.-P.: 'It's over now.'/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'There were exceptions- we re-worked this idea from the inside, engineered the construction to implode upon itself + actually derive its effect backwards + looked for other examples of material entities for which this might be the case- it turned into a full-blown war before we were aware battles had been fought, the destruction being evident only in ways we weren't prepared to account for.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'We were under the understanding that we were in the push/pull phase.'/ OK." 39. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'The Defense of The Princess is as much about guarding them as protecting them, something I understand only now.' The white light bouncing of the ice-filled ravine of Mt. Amnesiac made everything so clear to me/ this had become a violent opposition/ perhaps The Maenads were correct. u.-P.: 'Come closer.' Something seemed to be pulling her upward/ some kind of force opp. to + stronger than gravity/ but perhaps it was my imagination/ a bit of a fucker/ against the white contours/ Capt. R.'s cold aching body in white fake-fur mini-coat/ white fake-fur snow-bonnet, large black round goggles framing his black-stubbled face/ chapped lips eating themselves/ numb frigid-muscled tongue/ cobalt blue cadmium red white horizontal striped stockings to white rubber adidas slippers/ black rubber gloved hand bringing white porcelain teacup to his lips." 40. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "But he thinks better of it + sets it on the metal reflective-contoured mini-table/ everything was hidden from me/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ w/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The O O O Os XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Our difficulty arises from the fact that we began to win the war.'" 41. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Captain R. + C. walk down a deserted city street, White walls surround them blankly at all turns. Captain R. in Black + White vertically striped knickerbockers + White + Black Yamabushi equipage. Captain R. has made out for each of them a miniature decorated bottle Weak Brilliant Pink pattern on White filled w/ White tea. They are both quite fond of tea./ Capt. R.: 'Ganbarre-yo.'/ C.: 'Ganbarre-yo.'/ Capt. R.: 'The P.14 Meter. 1) Pure hierarchical methods impose a taxonomical structure on the data, which is more characteristic of biological + social science data than of satellite data. 2) Pure hierarchical methods are not appropriate for complex data. 3) Pure hierarchical methods are more appropriate for data to be partitioned./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 42. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Super-swooped to her rt./ At the bottom of The Kaon! Mtns. en route to The City of Idioperception is The City of The Wedding Portrait, in which is contained The Ex-Cathedra + The Rock Garden/ MKO/ The Giant Head (The Director of Radiant Pts.): large fake plastic head w/ 5 eyes/ 5-circled black round-rimmed eyeglasses/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ staring deep into my stomach entrail area/ MKO w/ dark mascara-ed eyes/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ super-round distinct corneas up-arched/ many-contoured/ ears tucked close to the side of the head/ lt. side of mouth upcurled/ circle-defined smile/ cocks head slightly to the rt./ our aim was not to reenact scenes from The Great Horror/ we took particular pts. that captured a moment/ using them/ pts. for tableaux to demonstrate these proofs." 43. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "White light reflects inconsistently off Captain R.'s White polymeratomic armor./ Capt. R.: 'There's a bit of a chic coziness to it.'/ C.: 'I'll take a formalist structure method any day. The odds of hitting upon the correct construction-structure are negligible. What is it statisticians say?: "The more the fucking merrier.'" Granted there's a subtle + delicate distinction to the underhanded method, more high class.' C./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 44. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'Upgrade your personal domain, 25 ways: i) Up to him. ii) Having 2 radios on can be advantageous sometimes. iii) Message otherwise. iv) You can't always be listening to everything at once. v) But when there's something notable you must notice it. vi) Clustering. vii) Either hierarchical or partitional. viii) The iron cast door. ix) Don't get caught mid-dress in white blue + red boxers. x) O. xi) 2 black boots. xi) + a white stocking but not its match. xii) Don't give in to the desire to say, 'God-damn-it, where is my god-damn stocking?' xiii) Don't hop around with the white walls closing in on you. xiv) Pull. xv) Produce a fruit only under certain circumstances. xvi) When it is ripe let it fall. xvii) Responsible. xviii) Conditioned by a volitional response. xix) The direction determined by the effect of deed. xx) The effect of the action is necessarily one or more rebirths. xxi) The cycle of existence.'" 45. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'Tomorrow we can celebrate w/ vodka, for it is my birthday. + we can talk until dawn, fail to shoot ourselves, etc. But for now I believe we should be respectful of the task before us.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair./ Capt. R.: 'The ominous foreboding of our own particular motives in this venture. *, I question, perhaps, why you have brought this query to me, only in the regard that, perhaps I, too, am ready for this whiteness.'/ w/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The O O O Os XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138)." 46. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'xxii) The intention of the action. xxiii) Good deeds bring rewards. xxiv) The deeds do indeed determine the manner of rebirth but not the actions. xxv) Provides the situation, not the response to the situation.'/ Captain R. wears Black + White horizontally striped stockings + 3-circled Mars Black head-gear w/ goggles + purses his lips. O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 47. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: (mumbling quickly) 'BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM.'" 48. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Yarbois: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ the short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros/ fall to the ground/ The White Room/ iii) Capt. R.: (whispered) 'The observing Capt. R., objective, looked w/ disbelief/ my god-/ the fucking horror of it/ then style/ everything she touches turns to diamonds/ information.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair." 49. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'The question was raised about the nature of physical space. Do lines + figures in physical space obey the theorems?'/ C. connoiters down the White walkway inspecting the walls closely + you shall go to the ball: Cinderellas/ ash-girls/ smoke-babes coked out White White White struggle w/ their shoes on the floor screaming w/ hands to the head/ glass baby glass baby/ bitch to run down the steps screaming laughing/ pretty dresses pretty dresses./ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ C.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 50. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. rolls his eyes questioningly pushing his hand against his face./ Capt. R.: (w/ the utmost cynicism) 'O O O O O O O O O O O O!'/ Captain R.'s head has reached the point at which infinitely imploding vibrations become complete stillness. He appears weary. His calm is perhaps more violent than one might guess, though, as if he has forced himself to contain the strength to prevent the nirodha-dispersion of his own body. On the other hand, perhaps he wins this point only because C.'s attention is diverted. Captain R. closes his eyes + then opens them. 'What is the potential of the human psyche?' This was the topic of one of the speakers at the last conference he attended. It disturbed him, as a professional matter. Of course the potential of any given entity is unlimited. Limitations of any kind, in any open system, are inherent + self-defined but that doesn't make it fucking so." 51. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "From Captain R.'s C.A.M. II emits quietly 'The Illest Villains/ Accordion.'/ C.: 'Dr. P attempted Chinese boxes. Modernized to keep pace with urban growth. The first modern tunnel system was excavated under The Snowy Fields to keep pace with monadic circulation guidance. It took nearly 15 years to excavate + complete, despite a total outlay of distance equal to only 4000 m. Today a modern tunneling machine, such as that used on the K2-Extension, could have completed it in merely 65 days. Just when we think the world is a better place for the underground monadic chambers, we are reminded of the overcomplications, poor efficiency, + regular breakdowns in places where it has been operational since before The Antebellum. The original system size, control platforms, + intervals are unable to cope with the demands of monadic manipulation today.'" 52. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I watched my 2 doubles perform these events/ head-blown/ more guns please/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ small iron circular knobs on each of the vertices/ in repeated pattern/ white revolvers/ The Anti-Capts. lip-smacked/ grim/ stubble-whiskered/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ black rubber ½-masks/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ MKO: 'Repose. Bring all the whiteness into you/ to bear.'/ Underneath the various weight of plotted out information regarding effects/ The Ex-Cathedra was designed as a base for 20 rockets which were intended for use in a plan of universe-exploration/ double-effects, so on. I chose the Captain R. that looked more like myself/ formed 400 years previous but never implemented/ 70-47: Vacant. 74-96: Vacant. for reasons which remain, at this time, mysterious." 53. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "OK/ a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ Capt. R.: 'When sides are chosen, + boundaries are formed, my role will become more clear in this, but for the moment it remains indeterminate.'/ the white contours of Mini-YK Oupost74 bounce the white light off indirectly in multiple directions, against the rock-ice walls of Mt. Amnesiac/ the approaching bulbous white clouds/ its weak oh-so-blue fluorescent light radiating out thru glass walls from its heart-beating interior/ I smiled, in a I-give-up kind of way, against my black-stubbled face/ OK/ 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ OK." 54. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ + no matter how much he dips his head, refrains from looking at his C.A.M. II, + drops a few drops in the tea, Captain R. must admit to himself that this is correct, but it will not slow down + Captain R., our reluctant anti-hero, has discovered in unfortunate certainty that it never will, despite his attempts to out-run it into exhaustion. Captain R. + C. walk past the ornately organized White cement walls, 2 rows of small White-blossomed dogwood trees which are still kind of establishing their full stature, on a cement walkway + C. hopes indifferently for splendors in Black + White courier uniform Black square hat. C.'s White sleeves end just after his shoulder, 4 inches from his rubber Black gloves." 55. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "White rubber slippers/ uber-Pianohead wears black multi-strapped huge billowing skirtage dress/ white rubber décolletage covered upper bodied contortion/ qingbai pinstripes/ Capt. R.: 'But for now, let our guards down for a moment.'/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet/ distant/ w/ 4 white ribbons at the mid-pt. of the bands just between her 2 bulbous breasts/ white fake fur snow-bonnet/ The 5 Agents/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ + there it went, or goes. Power would become the defining characteristic of our following moves/ white rubber slippers/ uber-Pianohead picked her white paper fan w/ white plastic architecture/ white super-red mint green pattern of controlled deviation/ closed, brace w/ white rubber strap w/ white round clasp/ Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps from the dull unreflecting helmet." 56. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead VIII [square-patterned pantsuit/ mars yellow/ black white/ oh, for her sailor/ to arrive/ there w/ her despair she crumbles to nothing/ run run run run run run run run/ questioning/ questioning/ once again/ 3-circled prussian blue hair/ rubber rubber blow-up doll/ AKA The Head-Machine]/ I stared at my fingers/ crushing themselves quietly/ there it all goes/ in the boom-boom-boom/ everything begins exploding vigorously/ I did this/ there in my mind/ but it didn't stop/ + it doesn't stop/ + it doesn't stop/ boom-boom-boom/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ so achingly pretty/ wonderful/ oh-my-god/ the white/ there it goes/ everything exploding/ there it goes/ everything exploding/ oh god, Capt. R./ Pianohead II [qingbai hair in 4 delicately sculpted fibromas/ dress bare-shouldered dark dark eyes sextuplet-circle-pattern on white w/ bold outline/frills]." 57. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.'s visit to MKO/ The Giant Head (The Director of Radiant Pts.): large fake plastic head 6 m. in height/ neck attached by bolts to the glass floor/ in The o Courtyard/ The Ex-Cathedra/ + there all the might of the victory fell upon me/ there in the whiteness. But in fact we arranged for the background music to be a bit sappy-sweet/ large-eyed/ Capt. R. sat motionless on white porcelain box-pillow looking up at it/ it was so still/quiet/slow-moving that the snow hit me like hammer-blows boom- boom- boom- boom- boom- boom- boom- boom- boom- Capt. R. touches his lips/ Dr. M. sneaked a peek over at Pianohead/ many stringed, cute, a bit too much prettiness for its own good/ Capt. R.: 'Why did Mr. I. design you like that? Don't you find yourself to be in a rather ridiculous position?'/ MKO: 'Is this the part where you get weepy + sentimental?'/ Capt. R.: 'I make no excuses.'" 58. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ C.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ + C. smiles, quite pleased w/ himself. Captain R. + C. walk thru the White cement walls + courtyards passing the occasional Black 216. Captain R. smiles to himself + laughs at their high-jinks. 'Psycho-Killer' drifts out his 1/10-volumed C.A.M. II amusingly, "q'est que c'est." It's a good day to be out PT Cruising, he comments good-naturedly to himself. They walk up to the courtyard of Hospital-418. The courtyard is decorated by a nice sparse 5-colored mini-garden out front of O O O O: O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 59. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Yarbois: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ Capt. R.'s mouth turns against itself/ the clear rubber mask over 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous hair/ big round eyes/ numb pursed lips/ I'd hoped that Yarbois/ The Winter Monster, at least/ would hold its pt. of defense/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips." 60. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O 123…'/ Captain R. + C. in Black + White vertically striped knickerbockers + White + Black Yamabushi equipage + Black + White courier uniform w/ Black square hat, respectively, waltz thru the expanse of antique modern building architecture walking real deviant-like style + Captain R.'s circle goggles against the White-tinted morning-time light express effectively his voluptuous univalence. Captain R. shrugs one shoulder suggestively. C.: 'We considered it a move with the height of integrity + respect. Where- we wanted to be bold. It was-. It was quite complicated. Even today some amount of sophistication is required to ask whether we have a clear notion of what could be done to find out whether physical space has certain geometrical properties.'" 61. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 62. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 63. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "There it is/ the many-expended outreach of The Snowy Fields/ bling-bling/ make-it-go make-it-go/ + ground-work to at least put up the pretence of having noticed/ Pianohead covers one eye forebodingly + mutters under her breath/ Pianohead: 'In which all is at peace in the world/ the white snow/ the white snow.'/ The Adventures of Capt. R. may be obtained in 20-volume set white rubber bound in white plastic carrying case/ protected against all elements/ for those who wish to judge his victories/ defeats/ Capt. R. is victorious/ but there is Capt. R., out in the white snow/ there is Capt. R., head banging pop-pop-pop-pop-pop against itself/ Dr. M. puts his hand to his head in dismay + laughs a little/ The Wire-Haired Girl rubs her weary eyes/ white short-13-stubbed hair/ white skin/ dark-circled/weak qingbai eyes/ upturned face/ stern pink-ish lips." 64. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "But here it was strapped down to a white operations table by white rubber bindings/ here I was making excuses for it, attempting circumventions/ w/ my virulent powers/ likea fucking baby/ OK/ Dr. M. vs. Capt. R./ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair." 65. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M. w/ all the patience in the world: the world changes. Capt. R.: 'Oh Inspector X. Why did you-?'/ Dr. M. in his artificial Dr. M. body (The Imitation Dr. M.) had become (will (have) become) too bored for his own ingenuities/ perfect plastic spastic kitchen peacefulness/ he considered this a victory/ a new concept in design, proposing shapes that adapt w/ versatility/intelligence even to space, w/ difficult forms or dimensions/ it is clear to me that effective mathematical design becomes harder/ but I have to continue, I don't believe I have achieved all I can yet/ sweet sweet cupcakes/ un-worhtwhile by this time or the previous/ inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ The Deflowerfucked's wounded eyes behind clear plastic goggles/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ barely extant black hair beneath clear rubber mask." 66. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Insp. X./ The Man W/out A Face stands over Yarbois looking at the translucent soft wiring tied up at the ends in miniature bows/ the white rubber wounds/ grotesque/ the white light's persistent glare/ white/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ cut short in 5-circle restfulness. Pianohead in red-patterned semi-opaque dress/ everything is turned to diamonds. Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Yarbois: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 67. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Yarbois: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ white plastic mask bound tightly to his face by a black rubber banding clasped around the back of the white armor of his head just below the binding of the 2 outreaching white plastic mini-radiometers/ close now/ there above The Aufbauhaus somewhere in the cold biting wind-torn air its structures even now/ The White Tower/ are collecting/guiding information/ my chapped lips touch each other/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ white plastic robage, blank white face-mask/ the blinding glare of the white-white flourescent bulbs Insp. X.'s plastic armor w/ white head-piece w/ 2 white radiometers/ Capt. R in short-pants which extend over horizontal white permanent blue oh-so-pink horizontal-striped stockings/ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling." 68. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 69. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 70. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl (The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./): "Muttering under their breath/ The Wire-Haired Girl sits in the delicacy + repose of the bench/ the wind tosses about her white stubbed hair a bit/ white skin dark-circled weak qingbai eyes, looks at them w/ upturned face + stern pink-ish lips.'/ The crowd cheers/ The MCPFG sweeps itself fully around them in chaotic boom-booming hits/ The Wire-Haired Girl: '42644 20 75 95 27 56 49 8 72 61 39 1/ her idea of luxury + comfort is a bit different.'/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ Dr. M. holds the upper part of Pianohead's arm/ Pianohead gives a small cough/ black wig pushed up into 3 huge misformed circles/ her white dress/ fake fur weak cobalt blue overcoat w/ black outline/ black circular buttons/ hitched up the skirts slightly/ her white dress/ her diminutive hitched up breasts." 71. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 72.OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 73. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.'s blue red white equipage/ big eyes/ black 5-circled hair/ the fake rubber huge white body of Yarbois/ big white round plastic buttons/ black rubber gloves/ cold air-conditioned air against them/ the white padded bumbs of his Yamabushi equipage/ big numb lips/ + now, for a climactic moment, Capt. R. will perform The Cowboy Song/ on the front of Insp. X.'s white polymeratomic robage/ bulbous, misformed/ in black ink eurostyle letters 'YOU SAY YOU WANT A ?.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ on the opposite side of the white plastic armor 'YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.'/ so Insp. X. holds his black rubber gloved hands together in a gesture of increasing care/ attention/ I junya watanabe to find peace in this world." 74. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Peace is for the middle class/ violent ruptures/ there is work to be done/ Capt. R. w/ big round eyes numb lips behind clear rubber mask/ oh-so-carbonaceous black stubbled face/ 5-circled hair/ w/ 6 bold black circles/ the fake perfect pt. of precision/ pivot/ i) His white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512)/ in calm expectation/ cold/ the short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros/ weightless/ in calm expectation/ it was before all of this began. early in his Yamabushi career. that Capt. R. decided that his motto would be 'disturb the peace. tranquility is overrated.'/ The Former Defender Of The Princess/ if only The Wire-Haired Girl could see him now." 75. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 76. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 77. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "He stares at a pt. directly in front of him w/ careful precision/ ghost-like echo/ reverberation/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked (Gushamoto), so calm + one-time bold in clear rubber mask over 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous black hair/ black/ cold/ weightless/ brusque changes of rhythm/ sudden repetition/ endings/ ranges in its emotional implications from boisterous humor to brooding tragedy/ written in ¾ time/ Scherzi Musicali/ my white sleep/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty/ it is clear to me/ perhaps to you as well/ Insp. X. hums something quietly under his breath/ perhaps in nervousness/ or merely concentration/ break/ chinese vases/ beat-beat/ Capt. R. coughs/ Yarbois' huge white rubber body on white table/ The Reconstruction(10) Room." 78. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 79. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "One segment of this periodic scene gives us white light bursting in abstract complete form ample-contoured/ Pianohead knows how to hold her body so that it seems part-+-parcel w/ action of the most melodramatic variety/ wind-swept/ vanity must always be one's number one priority/ The Wire-Haired Girl: '71 54 88 82 87 26 1 34 45 91 42 85 80 7 19 24 35 having spent ½ her life on the lam./ Princess Nadja/ The Aeropittura/ dirty-minded/ hungry-plump-legged/ black/white/circle patterned dress of Pianohead pushes itself groping at her white diminutive breasts/ I caught at my lips/ 71 30 69 97 53 66 28 12 97 8 52 53 38 5 97 60' all the time/ I was fond of them instantly.'/ Dr. M. won't admit it but he finds the 1 black circle on her skirt kind of disturbing./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn.' Capt. R.: 'M.-Briefcase-Head." 80. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "This report is designed on the basis of repetition/variation for an unlimited print run of unique pieces. For your own official/authorized edition sign here: ____________________./ MKO: 'Have you a gift for me?'/ Capt. R.: 'An agronomistic theorem for the production of clear plastic artificial/fake miniature O O O Os;'/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ 'Preta Theorem 84: She was never satiated/ The Ballerina Who Can't Dance.'/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ The Wire-Haired Girl: '"No we don't."'/ the waist-strapping of Capt. R.'s uniform is adjustable to 3 levels: i) 50 years to the past; ii) now; iii) 50 years to the future/ 82 bracketed/buttoned pockets/ The Wire-Haired Girl: "'What are you talking about?"'/ Pianohead I/ rubber blow-up doll/ in venetian pink weak cobalt blue dress." 03. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "6 clear plastic screens/ almost-transparent rubber arm-pieces/ black rubber gloves/ makes his exit in official fashion, + w/ each white padded bump of his Yamabushi uniform eyes inert beside which/ for one quiet/inaudible bokan pop after another/ 1-2-3-4!/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ there- she continued to be polite/ words passed over her lips/ decorated by a black bold circle/ white adidas rubber slippers/ big round black buttons, saying goodbye to Yarbois/ The Winter Monster, politely. Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM./ Insp. X. hits Capt. R. w/ intense eyes behind the white plastic mask/ watches him as he exits thru the 6 clear plastic screens into the antechamber." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'This should be our top priority right now. We should shoot for launching. There will be no more changes to the spec. We will cut scope + increase resources to make this happen. No more of this perfectionist crap, OK? Pianohead OK? Miramoto OK? M. OK? Wonderful. Fine. Include me in this.' This was our current micro-mapped-war-room. Pianohead: 'We should sit down, the 4 of us, + have some tea sometime. Hammer the details out.' Everything was coming in much weaker than originally scoped. Out in The Snowy Fields, back out on the surface above-ground meaningfulness, white mini-gridded fake fur coat, purse patterned by I-Hua O O O-pattern black on white, round black sunglasses, fake head w/ white wig formed in 4 devils representing the potent destructive forces of nature Pianohead would later whisper in my ear as she was fond of, reminding me, 'Yugen.'" 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "ii) P.I wears white multi-strapped short-shorts w/ bands crossing/ Capt. R. in white black-lined Yamabushi equipage prepared for excursion out into The Ice Fields/ the quiet calm of Ryojusen(9)/ Capt. R. stops to talk briefly w/ one of / in parallel multi-x shaped over her white rubber décolletage covered upper bodied contortion/ the orderlies, Giru (white cerulean blue cobalt yellow tight-strapped multi-pocketed spec-uniform w/ indigo11-circled hair + a weak upper lip mustache/ white rubber gloves/ white rubber slippers) + smiles at something that Giru tells him. Insp. X. mirrors his smile pretendedly w/out taking his eyes from him/ i) Somewhere/ delicate/ the *'s bulbous semi-dimensional growth/ under careful observation/ each protrusion 100 m. in radius/ blueish meat-like substance breaking free from the ice in 3 bulbous misformed balls/ white helmet + light-reflecting chair." 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Out thru my head radiated a wonderful birth. The Monadic Engine + Pianohead were currently in debate about the 2-sidedness of The Plan's effects, + it looked, for the moment, as if Pianohead's reversionist doctrine of one-sidedness would carry the day. The consequence of this was that The Monadic Engine, though hurt by our intrepid first steps, would cooperate to a degree w/ our further investigation into its inner working. This, to Commander K., was unacceptable. What options did we have, The Monadic Engine asked. Commander K. calmly/furiously told it what options. It could just be quiet + pretend it had never noticed our presence, as we initially intended. Cooperation was for bitches, he expounded. The Monadic Engine: 'Y. is driven, Pianohead. His quiet + calm disguised his ambition. Perhaps it was he more than you that orchestrated Dr. M.'s defeat.'" 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Monadic Engine: 'There are more details to be filled in these constructions but they come closer. Otherwise I would perhaps have more to disclose.' This was what ruptured it for Commander K. Cm. K.: 'Full disclosure or none.' I looked down, embarrassed. I felt more + more that I was caretaking babies. My sense of purpose was athletic/ well-designed but my compatriots were not entirely above board. Pianohead: 'We will refuse to involve M. in the planning of our affairs until it can be completely open. In the meantime, given that this is beyond its powers, we will allow its participation entirely in a lower-function capacity.' The Monadic Engine: 'W/ a fierce storm/ wishing to atone for his deed.' Out for good behavior, doing the maid's work. O O O O O. Radiant. Radiant. Radiant. Radiant. Radiant. I was looking forward, at that moment- it is important to keep it close." 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 20. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 21. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) The points A, B, C, exist such that, O O O Os #1 = (A) Oranges #1 = (O O O Os #1) = O O O Os #1 O O O Os #2 = (A,B) Oranges #2 = (O O O Os #1, #2) = O O O Os #2 O O O Os #3 = (A,C) Oranges #3 = (O O O Os #1, #3) = O O O Os #3 O O O Os #4 = (B) Oranges #4 = (O O O Os #2, #4) = O O O Os #2 O O O Os #5 = (A,B,C) Oranges #5 = (O O O Os #1, #5) = O O O Os #5 … such that the cardinal # of Oranges is greater than the cardinal # of O O O Os, but… the monadic number of Oranges is identical to the monadic number of O O O Os." 22. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The K.'s Sister Theorem goes more or less as follows: A Mathematician Of The Defense is explaining devotedly to a group (strictly speaking even) of children the idea that .9 = 1, dancing around ridiculously with the fairy tale of how your piece of cake = .9 + 10 * your piece of cake = .9 * 10 + 10 of those piece of cake = 9.9 + K.'s sister interjects with, 'If 1/3 = .3 then .9 = 1,' quite simply + quietly + meekly as children are apt to do at times, merci beaucoup, i.e. 1/3 = .3 \ .9 = .3 + .3 + .3 = 1/3 + 1/3 + 1/3 = 1. In trying + failing many times over to disprove this conclusion Dr. M. found it unassailable + so instead attacked the premise./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 23. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Before the whiteness comes, such that it exhibits justice/ be-/ Pianohead w/ 3-circled prussian blue hair/ dark dark eyes/ they got along dandy/ Insp. X. smiles at Capt. R. (clear plastic upper body, tightly formed clear plastic leggings)/ Insp. X. looks at Pianohead from behind blank white polymeratomic mask/ the air is still between them/ The White room/ Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps from the dull unreflecting helmet/ again the multi-perplexing segments (multi-perp)/ prudence, temperance, + fortitude/ it is impossible, of course, to go back in time, now/ clear plastic crotch-holster/ black 5-circled hair/ the clear plastic contours form his body directly into the chair/ compulsive/ the 6-occasional black markings/ 6 black circles around 1 black circle/ on the clear plastic/ Capt. R.'s eyes shut/ Capt. R. in Capt.-R.Land/ Insp. X. + Dr. C. force their gazes." 24. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "c) Papacy (Ô): Papal Numbers are such that (men) nature matters/ + ascertain how much of what he has now become was in him, then/ white rubber-gloved hand laid w/ fingers spread on the edge of the clear plastic mechanical chair/ stillness/ coldness/ Pianohead adjusts her eyes against the coming space of the white walls/ quiet + echoless/ big-space formed conversation/ she tries to make herself both comfortable + bold/ w/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The O O O Os XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light/ (de) order does not matter/ but more agile quick potent game theoreticians have rarely graced our midst at any age/ in the white room interior." 25. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "'I do not see an attempt at such a project within the pages you have sent. Rather, you knock down pre-existing ideas, reducing them to sheer fancy + whim while using them to prove that ultimately .9 ¹ 1. What hubris! I maintain there is no way to reach such a position in the pre-existing collection of theorems + axioms. Since you do not attempt a complete overhaul I don't hold the heretofore mentioned pages in high regard./ Your treatment of I as a finite number is shallow + not clean. The only definition for this construct "I" provided is I = I + 1, thus anything else follows: I = I + 1 = I + 2 = I + 3 = I + 4 = I + 5 … I - I = I + 1 - I = I + 2 - I = I + 4 - I = I + 5 - I … 0 = 1 = 2 = 3 = 4 = 5 …'" 26. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "'I is not a finite value- yes, perhaps we can in theory plot it out in some kind of multi-dimensional graph but its nature is much unlike that of finite values + thus treated differently (see below). Yes, I hold that cancellation of I is simply not allowed. I do not consider this arbitrary dogma- for one to be so bold, so brazen to treat I or X(0) as a finite value, this is arbitrary, fanciful, whimsical- it requires ignoring definitions, axioms, theorems, which is quite clearly not mathematical + is unfounded sheer whimsy. I means something + has rules attached of which you appear to pay no mind- this is only the result of a looseness of thinking + liberalness of mind which is frowned upon in our modern society. I shall have to report such behavior…'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 27. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Instead, Dr. M. argued, one should let O = the monadic number of the set of all the oranges, + let O(1) = the monadic number of the set of one of these oranges (making the rather presumptuous assumption, perhaps, that this orange might be picked out uniquely from the rest of the Array), + let W(1) = the monadic number of the set of wedges in O(1), such that if you devour hungrily, not having eaten, perhaps, for days upon days, all of the wedges, W(1), you will indeed have eaten only one orange, O(1), not actually, so voraciously, all of the oranges, O, in existence, + this is true indeed, my pretty little izverg, no matter how many wedges the oranges divide themselves up into, i.e. 'no matter how many wedges there are in the one orange,' even if this amount is indeed transfinite, or perhaps, even of greater quantity. Once they had their Arrays lined up + ordered on the battlefield." 28. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'Mrs. Oryoki/ The Woman W/Out Eyes. Importantly, Mrs. Oryoki's fit provided us with that one brief momentary moment in which, clasping her White-+-Pthalo-Blue-patterned-plastic-dress-covered heart + bending just backwards against her knees, she must evidently have been either dying or dancing enthusiastically, but it was not entirely clear which. CGEC knows this, + Inspector X. might, but it is pretty clear that Dr. P. is at an utter loss to explain it + pretty much without a fucking clue. (pause)/ + of course myself, Dr. M./ The Man W/ The Face Of Another. 1) salvolatile 2) urochord 3) fake cyanosis 4) hyperbaric chamber 5) quantum chromodynamics 6) ycleped 7) hoop skirt 8) space lattice 9) gluteous 10) bruiser 11) accelerometer 12) K ration 13) magnetic induction 14) time lock 15) Mithridate Box 16) underdress 17) go 18) tabes.'" 29. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: '19) deuterostome (blastopore-archenterorn, certainly not detumescence/ deuteragonist, motherfucker) 20) louche 21) ulexite 22) zori 23) %-statistics 24) yttria 25) ninefold 26) quadrivium 27) devitalize 28) joypop 29) applique 30) tropopause 31) macroeconomics 32) wrought iron 33) elution; of, pertaining to, or designating an a-receptor. Inspector X./ The Man W/Out A Face. You don't think I'm going to squeal do you? Get Dr. B. for that. Although her peripatetic profession bounces her all around, reconstructing pieces. Her own eyes grow big when she slips into a school-girl's blazer with #s on back + front. As for myself I'm a man of principle, a visionary. You could even find Y. + White-13. I know you've visited them on business of your own, I found that out from Dr. A., + hey, look, that's your concern, we're grown-ups here, but I need to find them for just a moment for one little thing.'" 30. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "W/ big cold super-engined heart Capt. R. brings his forward eyes to bear against the whiteness/ the horrible vocal din of doubt/confusion hitting against the veritable virtues/ action/ this Capt. R./ at this time/ P.XV: W/ umbrella raised against the snow/ nothing could be prettier/ there it goes/ white fleck after white fleck over umbrella/ artificial constructed moment of poignant repose/ this Capt. R. goes down in defeat/ down w/ the ship/ victorious/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ but don't we all/ from the overhead C.A.M./ a tiny delicately sharp-edged hand-table/ never before/ never again/ cocaine-brilliant whiteness bringing everything/ everywhere/ to bear/ Insp. X.: 'Tank. Tank. Tank. Tank. Tank./ in white black bare metal sits beside Pianohead/ where nothing more might come/ primer/ the gleam off its metal parts the machine waits ready super-powerful." 31. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'The Consul General of Economic Constructivism (AKA CGEC). Mrs. Oryoki + Inspector X. looked at him casually for a moment when he first arrived + then went back to waiting./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Even then he was a comically big man + obviously not completely comfortable with his untidy girth, because as he walked past he bumped into Mrs. Oryoki slightly. He apologized with a quick 'Uh, sorry excuse me,' but Inspector X., under his breath, told him to 'Watch it twinkletoes.' Mr. O./ The Man Whose Barren Shoulders Worried Him. I'm moved to tears. I'd given up hope. Oh my little dearies. What a darling fucking boy he was-.'/ The Monadic Engine: 'Dry up your eye-ducts, we've still got issues.'/ Dr. M.: 'Hmm. Mr. O. used to wear this oh-so-pretty semi-opaque dress w/ Black belt + hem + White O O O O-pattern.'" 32. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'I became more fond of him than I would've liked. There were repercussions. Dr. C./ The Woman of Justice. She was a wise-girl monadic engineer in White Permanent Blue Medium Pink polymeratomic armor w/ 2 White sculpted birds atop her White-polymeratomic-masked head, always lingering off-premise, a somewhat intimidating punk-criminal type kid, a ridiculous 46 years old, kind-of deranged looking in a calm sort of way. Anyway, I caught her in a couple reflections looking at me on separate occasions but one could never tell what was going on in her fucked-up mind./ They were all a bit nauseating to me on occasion but I was fond of them nevertheless + we had mutual directions before us. We set about to construct a plan for a Methodology of Implosion constructed of formal mathematical attributes.'" 33. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O. O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O" 34. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In Black boots eagerly waiting for it all to be over to so that he can return to reading Alice In Wonderland. Behind him stenciled on the wall in amazing sure-handed retro Gothic Tourist calligraphy 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.' Dr. M., + we can't really emphasize this enough, at this moment really doesn't smell too good, grotesque. The Monadic Engine downright wants to break his nose for embarrassing it but he's oblivious./ Dr. M.: 'Such that the formerly random + disordered attempts which had previously met w/ varied success might be systematically ordered + experimentally researched. The Monadic Engine they call you. Convinced that you will bring to them order with your machinery, your well-wishes. I do think that once, at one time, you might have been able to force by your own powers a victory of sorts.'" 35. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Multi-contoured/ pipes/ release-gauges/ converters + such/ I was familiar enough w/ its hardware to become a bit erect/ Tank. Tank. Tank. Tank. Tank./ Re-Orientate/ this cold white room w/ 5 metal protrusions from the ceiling providing- ?/ escape?/ no, Capt. R., not this time/ providing judgment/ providing the resolution/ come-back/ re-fitted/ attached to the wall is a white ceramic lamp/ but more of that/ super-cycled gears/ retrofitted rotor-gaps/ lucky for Insp. X. + Pianohead that Capt. R. has a keen mechanical mind/ engineered for humble grace/ sleep-time/ bed-bed/ Tank. Tank./ WhYSt?/ Tank./ Ntep Bright Up./ Pianohead's body shifts quietly on the chair/ more movement than less to take the heart-gripped decorum/ w/ splastic repose there it goes/ so much potential-geared energy/ 41 controlled mini-explosions/ consisting of multiple grotesque contortions/ break-OK/ OK." 36. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'But there was inherent within us too much emblematic mercy to permit the kind of static deliverance that our particular kind of victory would have entailed. I laughed when Inspector X. suggested that we think of it as the performance of a calculation. Of course, I said the right things + made the right postures, but to bring yourself to that level requires the make-up of a fine cosmetic genius, or at the very least a comedian of pop-pop-pop exquisite taste, which, I admit, does not pertain to me. God, I've screamed into enough microphones to know. With the random-ordered merit I've collected I should be able to move on, discarding hypocrisies left + right, but it's never as easy as you expect. My stomach feels queasy. I- I did want to- I did want to produce something pretty- but enough of that, eyeliner only gets you so far, my least corporeal of compatriots."'" 37. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'The waiting's a bitch. I thought they'd be here by now. Fuck, M., I've got to get things straight. It's all still much too much a mess of confusion. Look- I've got to go. I can't sit around here baby-sitting you all day. More important matters beckon. What they did was to search out the most perfect archetypal examples of action + present them as math problems, setting up what the press liked to play off as a violent opposition between camps, + what-not, but if the truth be known really more of a wink-wink type dialogue between mathematicians possessed of both mutual respect + envy. No, no, my dear, that will not do. That is simply a lie, or least a most definite misrepresentation. This pathetic excuse for a man that you see before you is a criminal- + a rather poorly skilled one at that- + he tried to steal The M. Briefcase, + I, your prettiness.'" 38. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'I am the noble defender chasing him to bring him back to his ignominious fate at the hands of our well-constructed courts of law.'/ In Dr. M.'s head are 2 images. Dr. M. walks to the table on which the M. Briefcase rests, sits down, + holds on tightly with both hands to its handle. His head pushes itself just slightly to the right but his mind is centered, focused, + calmly set on a path for which there is no return./ Dr. M.: 'You are the invention of Mr. I./ The Man Behind The Curtain, + your participation was essential to their efforts, an intricate machinery consisting of a hundred-fold of multiple intercoordinated hyperbaric chambers. I waited in line for fucking hours just to look at your blueprints, a god-damn stackload of paperwork. A real bitch. I didn't have the CRG Number yet, but I told them, fuck, that's what I'm here for. A quick detour from candor, perhaps, but-.'" 39. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I probably think too much about the white sleep./ iii) D2., 'I can think of something even more beautiful.'/ oh oh + the white snow/ where once everything over + over/ white Yamabushi hat on his trusted pretend motorcycle/ full-chest vested/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ i i/ fashionabushi!!!/ quiet perticular phrasing/ merge-phase/ over-phase/ Exit DA. … i) Enter D4., 'What are you listening to?'/ over + over/ in his bold pretend way/ the landscape sweeps everywhere + everything/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ Capt. R. in the white stillness attempts to merge together the gap between the 3 figures/ Pianohead in black little girl's dress w/ 3 white fake fur balls/ Insp. X. in misformed white polymeratomic robage/ to force w/ miasmic self-controlled psychic-weighted force that distance over + above them to come together/ medium gray buttons." 40. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "3-circled prussian blue hair/ the air is still between them/ The White room/ Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps from the dull unreflecting helmet/ the interpellation itself forces outward/ divergent-forced/ while contained inwardly in stillness/ so tension, perhaps tension is the effect over + above everything/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ which is pleasurable or horrible in measure ½-determined by the weight of my own past crimes/defeats/victories/ but ½-formed by the direct inward force worked over me by pts. of conflict w/ event-organisms much large than myself + exhibitive of potential multi-throbbing effect-waves, or even damage/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ ii) D2., '"The War of The Monads." It's quite horrible.'/ in vast surrender all around him/ on the white pitcher/ iii) D3., 'I can think of something even more beautiful.'" 41. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?" The Wire-Haired Girl: "O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O. … O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl reaches into her Cerulean Blue + Manganese Blue patterned dress's mini-pocket + pulls out a pair of circle-formed Black plastic sunglasses. She rests a Weak-Cerulean-Blue-slippered foot on the short White metal guardrail at the edge of The White Tower +, one hand resting on the thigh of her raised leg, puts on the big round sunglasses./ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 42. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 43. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'Artists discovered this earlier.'/ Creepshow: The Hand of Icy Cold Death/ So if I go/ + I go/ + I go down./ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ IMCR in white black-outlined Yamabushi equipage/ white rubber mask pulled over 5-circled head/ revealing merely big big eyes/ mouth/ friendly to him/ white Yamabushi short-pants stretch out to high-up ankle meeting pt. w/ black pinstriped stockings/ white rubber slippers/ white w/ black round buttons mini-raincoat w/ button-up quick-strip short-short leggings/ semi-opaque/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ Capt. R.: 'Cavaliere perspective + the question of parallel lines. The model of the Yamabushi. There are 3 essential elements to this figuration. 1) A tragic past requiring vengeance to make amends. 2) Psychological deviances of a noticeable type.'/ gruesome line-formed patterns/ white-white." 44. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "A puff of white blows from Capt. R.'s cheeks/ program of mathematical psychology/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ w/ his girlish voluptuous figure C. could have been the demi-monde victory/ everybody just wants to touch touch/ suck suck on his body/ those full full lips/ C. darling C./ white black red Yu-Hsieh uniform wrapped around his corpulent body tightly pressing w/ black-banded outline into rolls of flesh/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ black rubber straps under chin holding black square hat firmly on head/ black string-tie neatly formalizing his neck-position/ on one white shoulder runs the white metal-laden strap of his equipage-belt running cross-diagonal across his chest/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ + on the other a bold-line White circle/ C./ The Man of The Unique Form of Continuity In Space/ set forward." 45. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: 'O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M. + The Wire-Haired Girl look out at the turbid plane of ocean beneath the rock-stilled cliffs that hold The Aufbauhaus + the wind tears violently at the wire-like White vertical collocations of The Wire-Haired Girl's wig. Her lips are completely still, impassive. The elbow of her resting arm pushes against the air at a somewhat defiant angle./ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Radio qui ose!'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Realization du visuel. Grand dans le rues de la capitale russe ce ete. Sa frequence. Photographe.'" 46. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) " (M. II, THE RETURN OF THE M.) Dr. M. in White polymeratomic armor + 13 Weak Cobalt Blue circles + Black high polymeratomic boots looks at The Wire-Haired Girl + grimaces, one hand to the forehead. W/ over-lapping congruences + sculpted form Dr. M. comes off as a real happy + vigorous conqueror, + nothing's going to defeat him if certain perceptual qualities hold true./ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'You have it?'/ Dr. M.: 'For reals. All 1000 in existence. The complete set.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'" 47. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 48. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Let us assume that we have sent out our call to arms throughout our entire district + that all potential Ur-units have answered this call + gathered together before us, + let us further assume these Arrays (corresponding to the numeric interval between 0 + a realized I) are denumerable. It follows then that we may assign to each our Arrays an identifying signifier (Array of Mini-BwO.s A(0), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(1), etc.)./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 49. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O-'/ The Wire-Haired Girl's White fake hair contorts itself./ Dr. M.: 'What the Maenads managed to do was to pull + stretch daily life so that it constructed forms conducive to their purpose.'/ The Aufbauhaus Guard #9 + Aufbauhaus Guard #8 watch them from their post on The White Tower. Aufbauhaus Guard #9 in White ceramic armor w/ tight Black circles + a Medium Gray + Black robotic cat-head. Aufbauhaus Guard #8 in White ceramic armor w/ tight Black circles + a Medium Gray + Black robotic cat-head. Dr. M. nods to them as they pass." 50. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'They were able to re-form the topology of existence to the point where it extended over into the world of improbable drama.'/ Dr. M., pursing his lips, gaze tilted hanging straight down low + dangerous, eyes The Wire-Haired Girl face to up-turned face./ Dr. M.: 'So bopon, do you want to come with me?'/ In less than 2 hours Dr. M. will be flying in The M.E.V.(550) above the ocean + the White contours of The Aufbauhaus will be receding into the background distance. White walls. White tiles run over the floor's surface. Dr. M.'s polymeratomic White armor shifts over his body as he turns his head away + places his hand against his temple, his eyes pale + bloodless. The Wire-Haired Girl stands absolutely still in Weak-Cerulean-Blue-slippered feet./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 51. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M. touches his lips together + rocks to the rhythm of lullabies/ The Hyperbaric Ocean's waves crash against one another- boom boom boom./ Dr. M.: 'If you come I can't promise you won't acquire the infusoria. I can protect you to a degree here. But out there-. Out there are outgrowths which have outgrown my control. I would prefer it if you were to stay.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Why?'/ Dr. M.: 'Because you are delicate + pretty + I would like to continue to see you prosper.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl's body stands on the White tile floor limply, pale Pink lips contrasting her pale White skin + White hair of wind-disrupted protrusions./ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Is it irreversible?'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 52. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 53. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Difficult question, but Dr. M. is a cool-customer-type cat. "Instead to be held here indomitable," to quote from the classics. Yeah, well-read, too. + so on + so on in his head Dr. M. runs thru his various complaints + worries + he's starting to get even real worked up + defensive when he looks up + Aufbauhaus Guards #8 + #9 have gone, The Wire-Haired Girl has run up ahead, + nobody's there. He's alone w/ the empty White walls of The White Tower in The Aufbauhaus, the 100 saddest images in the world drilling him w/ memories, cigarette dangling from lips, mid-puff. Dr. M.'s body is held tight from uncontrollable monadic expansion in endless knot White Black Weak Cobalt Blue Pink polymeratomic armor, held in confinement by an elaborate designed pattern, such that his monadic-expansion-action (MEA) potential is reduced to near-zero: O O O O O O O O O O O." 54. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Strong/ light/ versatile/ pretty/ if nothing else I could aspire to this/ C: 'The question at issue is this:'/ super-special/ turn-of-the-century technology/ IMCR's Mini-Monadic Rapidometer/ miniature white plastic box w/ open lid/ metal handle/ w/in its interior 14 metal discs w/ hole-patterns spin fervidly/ medium gray plastic lining/ black-knobbed for the manipulation/ radiates communications back-+-forth w/ IMCR's observation devices/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ C: 'Is man condemned to remain the prey of his fellow men?'/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./C.'s belly bounces queer-formed as he walks/ C.: 'Are his efforts to escape from this condition merely a falling from one trap into another?'/ by design/ by god/ by holy motherfuck/ I was thinking it would be nice to talk a bit/ frozen-frozen/ the ice-formed contours." 55. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Giru: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ the interpellation bears repeating/ Capt. R. w/ clear rubber mask black rubber gloves/ white permanent blue oh-so-pink horizontal-striped stockings up to his knees/ white rubber adidas slippers/ It's the white white skin + the sleep-deprived eyes./ in Mini-YK Outpost74(Nike)/ madhymaka/ it is clear to Capt. R./ uber-grotesque to the core of his being/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair." 56. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: (hesitantly) 'Yes... w/ 5 exceptions. The 5 Unforgivables possess certain anti-cholinergic properties, interfering w/ the passage of parasympathetic nerve impulses. i) patricide. ii) matricide. iii) murder of an arhat. iv) injury to a buddha. v) attempt to cause a schism in the monastic community. Any of which plunge one into the depths of hell. I would've remained + investigated the matter but I figured that it could be put off until another time. Some time when our pursuits have achieved an acceptable equilibrium point. The priority was + remains to get the M. nailed down.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M. closes his rt. eye + squints the lt. w/ eyebrow raised." 57. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'He asks the bartender "Where is everybody? What's going on?"'/ w/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The Flowers XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Um, Capt. R., I don't mean to interrupt-.'/ says The Wire-Haired Girl, sounding a bit like someone intent on doing just that/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ a term applied to its movements/ the repetition of a marked rhythmic figure/ OK." 58. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Yarbois would destroy entire Ryojusens, everything, if given ½ the opportunity/ it's blowing the fuck implosion/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ Capt. R.'s calm big round eyes circle the white sterile emptiness of the room + come to a rest on the mini-O.C.M./ ghost-like/ the artificial fabric of his white Yamabushi uniform against his body w/ his movement/ blobs of padded fabric. Oh god!/ w/ uber-flat calm/ break/ Capt. R. feels his mind vibrating at a rate impossible to contain/ or a the limits/ his limits/ the Capt. R. bounds of this particular out-growthed formation of disturbed irrational proof/ in the 80 proof sense/ Giru: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 59. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ boom-boom/ mini-outpost abandoned by The Maenads on Mt. Amnesiac. It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Yarbois: 'I think he is going to be wonderful.'/ the overbearing qingbai foundation light reflecting awkwardly off everything/ Insp. X.: 'Yes, aren't we all.'/ pop pop pop pop pop/ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ bulbous. Give them diamonds. Mini-YK Outpost74's chrome white plastic glass structure clings to the icy mountain-wall-contours at its foundation but juts out into 2 semi-distinct segments w/ mini-balcony watch-post in center/ everything radiant/ everywhere." 60. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 61. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. never saw it coming/ speak for yourself (4)/ the forceful qingbai formation/ Capt. R.'s big round eyes stare intently + immediately at Yarbois' fucked-up huge white rubber body/ Yarbois growls politely + looks over at Insp. X. w/ its meek peaceful eyes/ huge misproportioned jaw/ 3 large white rubber circled head/ The Winter Monster has become somewhat hesitant w/ its 2 so-called friends/ awkward perhaps regarding its sudden drop/defeat/ Capt. R.: 'The repercussions will be minimal. There- it was so far away, that I brought you here. It is coming. Yarbois. It is coming. O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 62. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 63. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Imitation Capt. R. (IMCR) observes/ white rubber masked/ double-ophthalmoscope/ IMCR: (to m909) 'It's a queer existence for you/ broke-down + empty-hearted. Fucking cold. Tumors popped up chaotically, giving it the term Meso-Mathematics. Drifting/ overblown. It seemed certain for blow-up imminently from the get-go/ but never did/ lulled them into an uneasy false comfort. Kept popping up + outward. Staid, conservative types became reckless, + even began to insist that their adventures were the heart of the conservative movement.'/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ They walk up to the courtyard of Hospital-418/ decorated by a nice sparse 5-colored mini-garden out front of O O O Os: permanent blue permanent red hansa yellow pthalo blue Cobalt Blue/ closely cropped 10-m.-high iron fencing/ Capt. R./ C./ pushing ahead of themselves." 64. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 65. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 66. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 67. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 68. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 69. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Machine: 'Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk.'/ Dr. M.: 'Yes my pretty ones.'/ Dr. M. almost whispering./ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Fury3: "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O-?" 70. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. brings to his lips the miniature decorated bottle/ weak brilliant pink pattern on white/ cupped carefully in both black rubber gloved hands/ unofficially pound-for-pound the best Yamabushi in the world/ Capt. R. pretty-lipped/ vacant/ waiting/ Capt. R.: 'To The Small Finger Cutting Ceremony.'/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ C.'s white sleeves end cutely/ ruefully/ tight around corpulent contoured arms/ the frozen cold air pulls/ just after his shoulder/ black-banded/ dark-ish speckled skin/ 4 inches from his rubber black gloves pulled up tight up his arms/ the commitments I made to C./ The Yun-Kang remonstrations of do-this do-that/ w/out which I was perhaps a more carefree Yamabushi initiator/ happier/ but from foundation cut off to/ bounciful/ pop pop pop thru the air/ I peered deep w/ black round goggle covered eyes into the weak brilliant pink pattern on white." 71. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 72. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Movimiento/ nobody ever brings me-/ later IMCR will edit/ re-piece the information for his own purposes/ the white buildings of The City of The Abominable/ fluid lines/ white steel/ glass/ I should of paid more attention to that/ I'll check with Dr. P., certain things/ it was all haphazardly ridiculous/ m909 was pardnered up w/ IMCR/ they tossed back little quips at our expense/ they didn't go thru w/ it/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ IMCR + m909 make quite a duo/ IMCR: 'He takes care of the practical stuff, so I don't have to.'/ mathematicians took note that the lock-down logical propositions of binary logic by no means become less air-tight when bounced up to 3/4/+-upward-propostion-valued systems/ Dr. P.'s fond of that kind of information/ planetarium, information-repository/ Capt. R. saunters white walkways in white/ black-outlined Yamabushi equipage." 73. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'Miyoko, once-'/ Fury3: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ The Machine: 'Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk.'/ Dr. M.: 'Once there was a knight, a member of the Yu-Hsieh + an expert in Yogachara psychology, The Man Of The Object To Be Destroyed, who lived alone in the high tower of an abandoned O O O, making passage thru The Versus Mountains.'" 74. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 75. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Circle goggles against the white-tinted morning/ though some agility is required in the construction of the proofs/ a careful touch/ 2 miniature decorated bottles weak brilliant pink pattern on white in black rubber hands/ that ever happen to you?/ It's no fun believe me/ once a calculus was formed to allow movement from one m-type to another it was game on/ Dr. P./ treats them like her most prized possessions even/ end-games are always the worst/ Dr. P./ white polymeratomic armor topped w/ white plastic sculpted O O O Os/ white plastic mask w/ pink-lined facial features/ ends of mouth pulled up semi-smiling/ m909/ damn, I should have been on that/ you've got nothing on them there w/ your little 'save-the-O O O Os!' crusade/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ C. putt-putts about his pt./ Capt. R. weighs in w/ accurate-placed mini-salvoes/ IMCR records a note in his C.A.M." 76. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 77. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 78. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 79. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 80. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M. leans his head back + slides down to a sitting position again, the White polymeratomic armor of his knees knocked together. His eyes behind the White Pink Blue Black-lined mask are dark dark dark + tired. His eyelids droop shut./ Fury3: (whispering) 'Wake up. Wake up Dr. M.'/ Dr. M. in White polymeratomic armor + Black gloves, Black high boots, + White plastic skirtage./ The Machine: 'Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk.Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk. Ka-chk.'" 04. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Ex-Cathedra now provides residence for Mr. + Mrs. I./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ 5 of Mr. I.'s monsters, E., Capt. G., + Capt. I./ these 10 collectively, like an artificial nuclear family, call themselves The Futura-Brotherhood + advocate Functionalism/ I advocate clear fake plastic artificial O O O Os up the arrears/ not enough/ slow/ Pianohead: 'Oh dear-.'/ super-violent / there's nothing here for me now/ everything shimmery/ reflective around me/ much clear plastic/ silver-chrome surfaces/ blue-tinged/ white plastic infrastructure/ into the middle pump 5 white plastic reavages/ 15 moments objective reflection/ Pianohead: 'I must be mistaken.'/ Dr. M. must somehow now reconfigure his aperture of formed self-architecture against the bitter psych-blows/ Pianohead/ egregious/ white-polymeratomic-armored/ white plastic mask/ 13 cerulean blue circles." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "3 pink convergent lines/ black-outlined features/ multi-circled white polymeratomic chest/ quasi-vague reproach being radiated my way by 14 vestal plastic buds/ attempting. to bring.-/ Capt. R. carries on thru this/ 'fuck the rocks' my motto for the current adventure/ strength that heart-felt I stand by/ Pianohead: 'But now-'./ Dr. M.: 'The White Snow.'/ Capt. R. contain yourself/ 0…. x………….. s………../ blip-blip-blip/ The Ex-Cathedra is functionalist to its very core/ each + every corner/ angle/ designed ahead of time in topological detail for the bending/ pushing occasioned by forceful temporal shifts/ multi-rocketed/ never-run/ it is one of Mr. I.'s monsters in particular, MKO/ The Giant Head that Capt. R. intends to visit/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ in the best retail outfits/ everywhere/ Capt. R. speeds up/ Dr. M.: 'It's your decision/ I'll return her to you.'" 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "CGEC: (eavesdropped on thru the C.A.M.) 'Maybe at that point I even really thought they were rabbits. But it turns out they were goats, up there in the fucking mountains, who the fuck knows. I thought my time had come up, regardless. I was wounded pretty bad. Blood God knows every which where. This kid had wrapped me up in bandages before I even came to so I wake up from some sort of vague stillness + he's staring at me with dark piercing round eyes + dark eyebrows + this face that looks too old for its age, hands dripping with my blood, wrapped up in weak cobalt blue fur robes + bracing himself in his seated position with an exquisitely crafted metal air-rifle, whispering a mantra into my face, "Come into the 8-Doored Garden my friend/ Come, break fruit with us, laugh with us, friend/ Come into the 8-Doored Garden my friend, etc."'" 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "IKEBANA: Airdrome. #4012. Navel. L. A place so far away that if it is any farther it doesn't matter. Pure Land is far beyond, Ten billion worlds away. How can one hope to reach there with only a pair of straw sandals? Mechanical curves. Tulips. How many digits in The Music Number: 0.123456789101112131415161718…? Our cake may be extended, but divides indifferently into three pieces of cake always, consisting of a quantity of monads M where M = 6 * SIGMA(r: 0-r) which one might imagine will converge at The Pure Land with pi * r(2). Ringed round with brazen ramparts on a sheer cliffside. Pi then would converge at its fairytale limit with 6 * SIGMA(r: 0-r) / SIGMA(r: 0-r) + SIGMA(R: 0-(r - 1)), of which the i part would seem to affix-hop: 2/2…3/4…4/6…5/8…6/10…7/12… + all the way round to 1/0 perhaps. Yes? Like the tortoise + the hare. Fleet-footed Achilles." 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Ms. Enso, w/ Cobalt Turquoise fake fur peacoat w/ Black round buttons + Black stockings, happy but confused expression on her face/ Medium Gray lips waiting eagerly. The Negative Creep looks up at her for a moment + smiles + he goes back to preparing the tea, waiting for the BMW Air-Bicycle w/ Black trim. It ranks up there certainly among the 5 most finely crafted bicycles of all time according to most experts. Top 10 at the least, but don't tell that to Pianohead or it will go to her head. Ms. Enso's back over in the other corner of The Tea Ceremony Room 12 mini-courtyard, not really paying any attention to The Negative Creep, + if she did notice him look at her we'll never know. She hobbles on in thru the open sliding glass door to the kitchen in her Black square sunglasses + her Cobalt Turquoise captain's peacoat + she mumbles distractedly about the hazards of middle-class suburbia." 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. C: (eavesdropped on thru the C.A.M.) '1 or 2? But The Monadic Engine machine, which looks like a giant viewfinder, takes just a fraction of a micO Ocond to assess objectively each of these 494 points. In other words, there's no hemming + hawing about whether the bottom line's fuzzier on manifestation 1 or 2. The Monadic Engine knows all +, as it turns out, can recognize conscription patterns that are unique to every moment, mapping a monadic blueprint of the particular isolated area of focus. The engine then reads this customized correction + reshapes the area accordingly.'/ (Dr. C. is one of the top monadic engineers in the world. A charming, mild-mannered 46-year-old w/ a resume that ranges from Institute training to regular appearances w/ Mr. ? before his death.)/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I love DAKARA/ 5 clear/white semi-opaque mini-bottles in front of him/ a red heart surrounded by a blue circle + in blue 'DAKARA'/ clear-fluided/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ Capt. R. offers them to MKO/ The Giant Head one-by-one/ who refuses or accepts based on a pre-arranged pattern/ Pianohead: 'Captain R. wouldn't do that.'/ Dr. M.: 'I'm not making any promises mind you-'/ Dr. M.: 'It's a cold world we live in Pianohead/ I'll get P.II.'/ resulting in Capt. R. gulping down no.4/ MKO w/ no.1/2/3/5/ Dr. M.: '-charades + partisans/ the information-/ 1st priority/ just a little clue, mind you/ P.II./ Insp. X. doesn't even have to know about it.'/ w/ black ink color in circles to establish a pattern of repetition/variation./ each pattern segment number 0-9 (max 10 patterns segs)/ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./arrange pattern segs to form pattern set." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "METRONOME. iii) What seemed at the time like an end game, Minimalism has maintained itself in the work of many mathematicians from The Districts of The O O O Os who continue to find inspiration in the subtleties of mononumeric derivation. Working with a single equational shift in each work, U., T., C., C., M., H., Z., A., + others demonstrate the infinite permutations + effects that can be wrought by variation in order, modulation, or type of support. These mathematicians are not interested only in precision, but rather in materiality, even formality. How can all these works be called Minimal? Perhaps it is the term that is the problem. Minimal refers to the end not the means; even at its most austere, Minimal Mathematics can + does evoke emotion + the aesthetic pleasure derived from the well-ordered + compositionally complete." 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "IDIOTEQUE. Dedicated to the memory of Y.P. Automatism. You will be the first against the wall. Not the cemetery, that was only a joke. Milhamot Adonai. 'Bewailing him.' Hypermetrical. Any beat with non-zero differential. Minimalism: i) Minimal mathematicians who emerged after The War of The Monads, engaged in the practice of stripping away to search for form. They eschewed evidence of the mathematician's hand and the notion of mathematics as communication, both of which characterized the Constructivist mathematics against which they were reacting. They instead stressed geometry, clarity, precision, + non-relational organization of the parts. Implosion. Infinitesimal sound produced by sympathetically vibrating beats. Beat. A fermata which decays into a set of particles that include a monad." 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Insp. X. in plastic white bulbous armor/ in black ink eurostyle letters 'YOU SAY YOU WANT A ?.' / 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ Yarbois lies on the white operations table in The Reconstruction(10) Room attached by wired to the C.A.M.s + the monitoring devices, via which Y. observes his progress as Insp. X. + Capt. R. make their visit/ his white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM/ Insp. X.: (behind Capt. R.) 'OK.'/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O?'/ Yarbois: 'There is a certain forcefulness that will need to be brought to bear. There is a reversion. There will be no more of this.'" 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Insp. X.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ + minimal, the dimensions/ the presence w/out dominating/ on the opposite side of the white plastic armor 'YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.'/ multi-optioned path to reversion/ THE deFORMITIES/ the cold quiet air against Capt. R.s 6-bumped white Yamabushi equipage/ w/ black round circles/ a term applied to its movements/ the repetition of a marked rhythmic figure/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ Capt. R.: '+ I'm not going to begin now.'/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair." 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 20. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 21. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "A large woman in an oh-so-pink weak cobalt blue white suit w/ large medium gray hair, off to the side, looked at us impassively for a while. I tried to pretend to ignore her. The white floor. The rounded walls. Maybe I should have recognized her from somewhere. Instead of crying about it. A cold front from The Snowy Fields would be coming in, perhaps bringing w/ it snow. X.: 'Tremulant misdelivery. Outside of my perspective, too much.' Pianohead: 'Hmm.' X.: 'Lonesome cowboys winsome will be our deliverance. Ahead of schedule. They'll come into town + set things right.' X. is a petite woman, fond of wearing permanent violet black conceptual-pattern dresses. W/ cobalt turquoise hair bound up in 2 chaotic outbursts. Medium gray lips. She had a codeterminsim racket going, somewhere out in The S. District, but it hurt too much to think about, for too long." 22. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "W/ massive gray clouds forming/ the white walls of The Interpellation Room/ G.-21 shakes his head + jogs after it/ Capt. R. laughs/ the pretty white cement of the park/ drinking fountain/ pretty semi-blossomed cherry trees/ vacantly before him in sorrowful expectation/ G.-21's vehicle/ oh-so-blue oh-so-pink white w/ 3 big plastic circles in back/ 2 umbrella-shaped monadic-entrappers projecting forward/ 4 white rubber wheels/ the white polymeratomic chair/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ Of The Institute of The Defense/ G.-21's uniform/ personal effects are piled beside the court/ Capt. R. oh so quietly pick-pockets the keys/ laughs to himself." 23. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Ask anyone about X.'s father, V., + you'll get a laudatory earful. 'He was a super-genius,' Mr. A. tells me repeatedly. 'Like one of those great vector producers of the old days.' His status as a producer is beyond question. But what about his work as a mathematician? X. always seems a bit uncomfortable about it. In fact, it turned out that if V. threw X. a curve, X. had already decided to play the field. The father's aggressive pursuit of her respect + participation was inspired by more than X.'s steadily rocketing reputation as she moved from director of programs at The GR For The R to junior director at The U. District's Financial Mathematics Center + then to The Institute. She has large, plump lips + round, deep, dark eyes super-hyped + piercing. V. acknowledged, shortly before the end, that he was aware that X. was in discussion w/ several institutions for her services." 24. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM./ P.XIV meanders around the balcony. Pianohead mutters in melodramatic refrain in White + Black vertically pinstriped tight-laced mini-pants w/ 8 pockets + Black cummerbund/utility belt + White slippered feet." 25. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ Giru: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 26. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In minute Black letters a 4 k. wide column is tattooed to the inside of P.XIV's pale thigh, minute Indigo hairs, 'THE STONE BETWEEN ITS TEETH, CLUNG DESPERATELY FOR A MOMENT, + DROPPED INERT. NONE SPOKE: BUT THE RETAINERS STARED IN HORROR AT THEIR MASTER. HE SEEMED TO BE QUITE UNCONCERNED. HE MERELY HELD OUT HIS SWORD TO THE NEAREST ATTENDANT.'/ White mini-long-sleeved mid-riff blouse w/ 2 parallel rows of Black round buttons + her hair in 3 circles appearing Black in the dim light against a Cadmium Red wall, Pianohead still-quivering stands on the balcony of a room of The Ryojusen + closes her eyes, hoping that her former troubles will disappear, her adversaries will cease to exist, + the ache in her head will subside./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 27. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Insp. X.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O. Refrain. Yarbois' defeat leaves it open. I am on my way out to The Ice Fields now. Thereis some white noise feedback in the lower terrace basin. Perhaps it is related. I'll pass on any information I obtain to you.'" 28. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'Smile.'/ P.XIV looks kind of down away, more concerned with her discarded cigarette's state of affairs, as she's prone to, but it's more for effect than anything. Usually she's on the other side of the game, documenting for various monadic infrastructure programs./ Pianohead smiles. She stands w/ White-dressed back turned now to P.XIV, 2 Black horizontal straps crossing over her shoulders pulling tight her White blouse against her chest, eyes looking into an imagined distance at imagined concerns: the shadows fall coldly over her face unconcerned at just how classically poised/composed her profile might be + she begins to sing quietly the children's song, resuming where she left off./ Pianohead: (singing quietly) 'That for all my sins + failings,/ For distrusting blessings, may I-.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 29. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'In a white blouse be laid out/ Under the icons to die.'/ P.XIV, 42-year-old woman w/ Indigo hair sculpted into 2 delicate birds. She wears Black short-pants almost reaching Weak Indigo semi-opaque tall stockings Black-elastic banded, Black slippers. Just above her belly her chest is held tight by a White-backgrounded Black-+-Qingbai-circle-patterned Black-outlined Fair-Riff mini-jacket. The Fair-Riff (designed for The FC Indomitable Fashion House) is her décor of choice, changing its character according to the fabric it's made of/ reworked, P.XIV's lifelong fashion obsession. Proving that the logo can reign supreme. A touch of masculinity, a wink of sexual provocativeness, + total mastery all round: the mini-jacket is quintessential P.XIV, already on its way to becoming a classic of tomorrow./ Pianohead: 'Nothing less. Regardless of what it takes.'" 30. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'A ½-success will be completely unacceptable on this one.'/ P.XIV: 'I know that + I am prepared. All I can say is that everything is lined up + in place. The plan has been clearly defined. The participants understand the terms + the expectations + will not shy away from them. Oh God.'/ Pianohead: 'What information do you have about The M. Briefcase?'/ P.XIV: 'Mr. ? provided it to the mathematicians for a small fee + everything worked out pretty good for a bit, but then they lost it during The Antebellum. That fuck-up Dr. C. let it just slip right thru her pretty little fingers. After that most mathematicians just forgot about it, figuring, eh, it took the fun out of it anyway, but Y. he's kind of obsessive, + he started scouring the ends of the earth looking for it.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 31. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "G.-21, by now, has retrieved the ball + has returned to the court to resume practicing/ CO45312/ a little gun-shy at first but quickly gaining back his air of AI-esque unstoppability/ massing overhead wind turbulent super-strong/ O O O O O/ his white helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs borrowed/ Capt. R. hops in the M.-Cruiser/ grinning/ drives off (fucking up the damn-lie crime statistics yet again)/ turns on the C.A.M./ such that just about anyone passing by would be struck by the normalcy of the move/ very often rapt in God/ despite his invisibility/ O O O O O. O O O O O./ hoping that G.-21 generously fails to notice/ the plastic sculpted figure of Dr. P. stands on the dashboard/ looking back at him with eyes so wise as to convince one that certainly the toy figure itself is singing '"Destroy," she said-'/ might be born among Pretas/ The Deflowerfucked." 32. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Every direction, Capt. R.'s' white red-stained short-shorts/ Capt. R. puts the pedal to the metal for a while in no particular direction/ Sakyamuni. Kanwu, a General of The Tulips. She screams/ which doesn't matter so much because the road-corridors don't actually go anywhere/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ barely extant black hair/ do you find the O O O O?/ "Destroy, She Said" gives way to "Naïve Song"/ in the same way that tract homes/ parks/ swimming pools occasionally give way to commissaries/ passing on by queerly/ the M.-Cruiser is, yes indeed, new/ bold/ beautiful, + confident that nothing in the world can stop it/ the white light's persistent glare/+ maybe it's right/ Capt. R. grips the steering wheel a bit too hard, not having driven in quite a while/ white helmet + light-reflecting chair/ Zen master Daito as a beggar. Avalokitesvara." 33. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In the end his need for someone concentrating solely on constructivism work hardly matched the breadth of The Institute's offer, let alone the glamour of the institution + the enormous effect its work initiated. Umio2: (to me) 'How are you doing?' Capt. R.: 'Yes, fine thanks.' If anyone at all actually deserved an honest response from me when they asked how I was doing, how I was holding up, they would not hear about the tormented mornings I had spent alone in my office drinking tea as I flipped thru reports, no, they would, instead cringe to hear that, despite it all, I have not felt this well, this potent, in a long, long time. No, I would say, Captain R. was not fine, he was great. At 44 I was finally going to make some changes in my life; in fact already had. The 2 cats, Hold-Me + Feed-Me, however, had not had the chance, + I missed their feline demonics/harmonics already." 34. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Tears at his body/ your approach/ but he remembers for a moment how much fun it can be on occasion/ thinking, 'fuck'/ that you were to come/ the air passes thru the short stubbles of black hair/ written by heretics or schematics/ confident/ he notices that he's near Capt. P.'s residence so he pulls up + walks to the door/ Capt. P. answers the bell with typical stoic calm/ he suffered/ who went to her fate dressed as a bride/ in a white hansa yellow indigo uniform white w/ black-outline rubber mask/ his punk rock maxi-ophthalmoscope strapped diligently to his shoulder/ he looks out + mutters to himself/ cigarette dangling from mouth/ dark round eyes/ Capt. R. smiles in way too much rapture/ he yells out soundlessly/ it is likely but not certain/ what is it that I bring?/ caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Capt. R.: 'Ganbarre-yo!'/ Megalomartyros." 35. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ dark tired empty eyes/ imploded upon themselves/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ Capt. P. shuts the door w/ a bang bang bang/ back to the M.-Cruiser Capt. R. notices that G.-21's jumpsuit is in the back/ turned back w/in him/ white mechanical/ w/ the mini-former, C.A.M., white clasped mini-notebooks representing 30,000 pts. of monadic information/ white cobalt green cadmium red 1-piece ¾-height jumpsuit w/ tight-closing hood/ even though it's a bit short on him, Capt. R. feels better as he gets dressed/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ his lips/ inert beside which/ not to be running around in his previous near-neked condition/ but it is better to fall/ drives off/ sickle-cell demise/ this time knowing now for certain just where he is going/ "Mad World" pounds w/ urgency thru the windows." 36. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Know where you're heading/ static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ seated in the co-pilot seat/ sans shot-gun/ sits M.909/ Capt. R. looks over/ notices his presence for the first time/ Capt. R.: 'How long have you been here?'/ M.909: 'Oh, I just got in the cruiser but I've been following you since the basketball court.'/ Capt. R.: 'Hmmm, well I'm glad you're here. It's good to see you.'/ M.909: 'Thank you, nice to see you, too.'/ Capt. R.: 'Where do you want to go?'/ he stares motionless at the white void + nothingness before him/ his pale body in green red white black-outlined uniform/ w/ white polymeratomic head-piece/ M.909: 'Oh, you know.'/ Capt. R.: 'Yeah, I know. I was just asking for good form's sake. … Uh, excuse me.'/ Capt. R. reaches over to the glove compartment/ pulls out some black circular plastic goggles w/ fake diamonds on the sides." 37. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "M.909: I wish you could have seen the look on your face when The Negative Creep popped you. You looked so surprised + ridiculous.'/ Capt. R.: 'Ha! You're one to talk. You're not the absolute most debonair personage I've met yourself.'/ insouciant/ M.909: 'I like to think of myself as being kind of svelte + beautiful + confident-looking.'/ w/ barely extant black hair/ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The O O O Os XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ Capt. R.: 'Ha! Man, it's been a weird day. I'm glad, though.'" 38. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'I wouldn't trade it.'/ O O O O #4./ Capt. R.: 'Have I told you the joke about the sausages?'/ Hei-tei-doji! Rai-gu-ka!/ 'M.909: No. Sausages?'/ Capt. R.: 'Yeah, sausages. So, there's these 3 sausages in a frying pan getting fried up for breakfast. The 1st sausage, Sausage #1, he cries out, "Ah! Ah! I'm being roasted alive! Help!" The 2nd sausage, Sausage #2, he yells, "Ah! Ah! Me too! I'm burning!" So Sausage #3 starts screaming his head off, too.'/ white almost sickly skin/ quiet/ distant/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ Capt. R.: 'He's probably the most frantic of the 3 real fucked up, "Ah!! Ah!! Talking sausages!"/ M.909: 'Ha! Talking sausages! Talking sausages!'/ Capt. R.: 'Yeah, talking sausages.'/ Capt. R. looks down." 39. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ P.XIV/ The Wire-Haired Girl/ over the white cement covered ground/ a set X ordered by the Ur-units return to their O O O/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ x strictly precedes y iff x the Ur-units return dolefully to their O O O y. 3 types of ordering: i) Partial Ordering; (some elements comparable);/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'I don't really have much patience for this crap + I need to get just this one piece of information from you. Could you just maybe- oh dearie- but maybe I shouldn't really count on you at all. Maybe now I should just go on + tell Dr. P. I- you didn't have the information?'/ on a set that is reflexive, antisymmetric, + transfinite." 40. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Least/greatest element; y.0 the Ur-units return to their O O O/the Ur-units set out from their O O O y/ 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ Chamber Music- A Violin Sonata in C Minor, 4 Wine-Drinkers for violin, cello + piano, Meditations of Nursery Rhymes, Op. 114, for piano w/ violin ad libitum/ Capt. R.: (appearing quite indignant w/ big round eyes + gaunt air-blowing cheeks behind clear rubber mask): 'Like a rock, babe, like a rock. To say "Capt. R.," "Capt. R." or "Ivolgin," is to say "rock."/ P.XIV busts up laughing again but this time Capt. R. just ignores her/ the wound in Capt. R.'s stomache oozes pus + dark congealing blood clots thru the white bandage filling the gashed white polymeratomic space of the armor w/ a qingbai-glistening cool reflective surface/ Capt. R. grimaces/ over the white Snowy Fields." 41. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The guard found time to utilize the word 'lucky' repeatedly, in the context of The O824 + its furious remonstrations w/ the muscles in my ankle, not to mention the bruises inflicted by the 4 other M. monsters, for ex., the getting thrown to the concrete ground forcefully by The Diamond Vehicle after I shot it in the hand. Maybe it's the amnesia, I'm sure thru my head must have been, 'This IS quite lucky,' as my stiff gray tissues were bouncing w/ the impact. A few mini-m. up, or to the lt., or the rt., w/ shot #2, + I would have been a dead man. I was a lucky man, it was a lucky angle. Yeah, + if I'd hopped in a different overgrown flesh-container I could be you, motherfucker. He takes initiative to diagnose me w/ one of 6 disorders: Tay-Sachs, Gaucher, Niemann-Pick, mucolipidosis type IV, Bloom syndrome, or F.'s anemia. Each of these provides the benefit of increased intelligence." 42. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.'s confidence interval even at this very moment was expanding in over-rapid underdetermination to a pt. not merely at its limit but well well beyond it/ Y. sits in his monadic floating chair, equipped w/ 2 radiometers, 4 C.A.M.s, 2 mini-O.C.M.s, + his mechanical breathing apparatus/ in The White Room 07 w/ goggles attached by wire to The Monadic Engine, via which he observes Yarbois + Insp. X. as they pass quiet conversation pieces back/forth/ Yarbois: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ Insp. X.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ reality forms part of the Urban Mobility range." 43. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(* A Quick Sum-Up Of How Captain R. Came To Be Here At This Moment: Captain R. + Inspector H. besieged by 5 of Dr. M.'s monsters in Inspector H.'s Chrysanthemum Garden. 42 O O O O O O O O surround them w/ discomfort. Captain R. takes from his pocket a miniature metal cylinder w/ a tightly sealed top + drinks a sip of concentrated tea. He offers it to Inspector H. w/ hesitation but resolve. Capt. R.: "There are 5?" Insp. H.: "Yes, they're all there." They can hear the sound of the waves of The Hyperbaric Ocean crashing against the White cement embankment outside. Captain R. + Inspector H. are frightened out of their shoes, + Captain R. even, for a moment, suggests they attempt an ill-conceived escape thru The Hyperbaric Ocean but is subdued by Inspector H. The 5 monsters yell ferociously "Ooooompa!" + they swagger a bit outside. *)" 44. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(* But the sphere-shaped White walls of The Chrysanthemum Garden are impenetrable. Captain R. looks at O O O O O O O O O bouncing slightly in the air-conditioned air. He shakes his head in regret. Fortunately, though, for Captain R. + Inspector H., 5 of The Upasakas arrive to help them do battle w/ The M. Monsters. The Upasakas help them drive off the monsters + Captain R. escapes to the underground subway of The Snowy Fields, which he takes in quickness to deliver important information to Pianohead. *)/ Capt. R.: 'The technique of expressing elegance + gracefulness should be the substance of yugen. In any properly ordered series it is the 1st + the last point. Have faith.'/ CP. 55 CC. DCCM. LVRF. DER. GCB. EM. KP. S. 3PZ. SM. EVRA. HA. SL. B. PB. CG. F. BTB. T1PH. Q206B. MB. ED. AC. O+CM. PM.J. HNR. AB. C21S. JHK. D-MHK. RS." 45. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 46. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Despite their negative effects. The Soldier: 'While admiring your exploits, I find it unfortunate that you've allowed yourself certain failures. W/ respect to Pianohead it would be preferable if you would leave her defense to us. How many bullets do you think you'll dodge before one of them hits something by accident? Anyway, you're welcome to visit whom you like. Akira meru na. Bopon bopon. Yo. W/ respects.' Capt. R.: ' I'm going to run off to P.IV. If Pianohead asks for me." The White fucking hall. Capt. R.: "Oh yeah, + get her some O O O Os for me. Suggest I picked them out.' He resumed his close inspection of the bare white wall in front of him, or his defense of The Radiotherapy Room's contents, or his research on intelligence + diseases, or whatever he was pretending to do. I hope a glass chandelier falls on his head just so he can appreciate how 'lucky' he is." 47. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "+ Capt. R. wonders to himself whether perhaps Puma would have been a more advantageous endorsement/ perhaps lower at the pure $ end but more replicative for future career moves/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ it would be something of course to put on his resume: anchor for a an uber-expanding groundfloor promotional line as opp. to merely one big name in a stable of bigger names/ ?/ OK." 48. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Giru: 'Let's hope it doesn't come to anything like that. There was brilliant reception all over the place. Backlogged/ minimal. Please, Capt. R., it would be better if you didn't go out there. We don't know what we're dealing w/.'/ Capt. R.: 'Hopefully more than I can handle. We're all in surprises, perhaps. Perhaps me sooner than you. Or perhaps whatever's waiting out there. I've never bet against myself.'/ Yarbois: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Inps. X.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Chamber Music- A Violin Sonata in C Minor, 4 Wine-Drinkers for violin, cello + piano." 49. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'We've seen this sort of thing before. How many fucking times, + how many times to come? But I think it might be better reexamined a little. Inspector X.'s plan works out nicely. Why were you in The A. District?'/ Pianohead blows a short puff of the cold air from her lips/ her Black wig bouncing slightly./ Pianohead: 'Shortly after the arrest I returned to The A. that's where I found Inspector X. He was wiping dish-rags off plates in payment to a little café-owner who had done him a favor. I didn't-. What is this? Why do you come here? You disappeared.'/ Capt. R.: 'I wanted to come to you.'/ Captain R. touches his stomach + his facial features tighten./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 50. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl's orgy of tightly bound white-wigged hair in 13 short protuberances/ making everyone mad w/ remorse/ ache/ for awful discomforted disbelief/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ OK/ his white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM/ the white expanse of The Snowy Fields/ Capt. R.: 'This is the important part. The bartender looks at him + he says, "Keee-id, don't you know?"'/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet/ distant." 51. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: '"Big Blue's coming." But before the kid can answer, this low rumbling starts creeping into the bar + it's rumbling + the tables begin to shake-.'/ Minimal/maximal element; y.0 the Ur-units return dolefully to their O O O/the Ur-units set out joyously from their O O O y. Lower bound; x is a lower bound for subset Y of X if x the Ur-units return to their O O O all y of Y. Upper bound; opp. of lower bound/ The Rules of War: i) The princes' + the princesses' bedrooms (A U B)/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ so The Wire-Haired Girl meanders slowly behind them + flips on her C.A.M. II/ the voice over the C.A.M. drones on + on unemotionally/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence." 52. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "A White ceramic ewer on a minute iron table./ Smiling w/ just the right mix of confident humility + fragile despair + the readily handed air of a melodramatic pansy military instructor Captain R. looks at Pianohead w/ eyes ½-closed, head enclosed by Black cashmere head-bonnet + although it might at times seem otherwise, trust me, this is NOT a ghost story. It's very scientific./ Capt. R.: 'I've decided that I don't think you exist.'/ Pianohead: 'Hmmmm.'/ Capt. R.: 'I've decided to prove it to you, or to me, or to at least one of us anyway.'/ Captain R. puts his hand in the pocket of his Blue Red White Yamabushi equipage./ Capt. R: 'Don't let your heads get too big, you're about to cease to exist.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 53. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Laughing as he says so w/ the air of a boy who has gotten away w/ a prank./ Pianohead: 'Ha, ha, ha. Don't look so pleased with yourself, I've heard them all.'/ Pianohead: 'Keep your heads up, don't lose your heads, keep your heads in the game, three heads are better than two, etc., etc., etc.'/ Captain R. composes himself + continues./ Capt. R.: 'If you're a robot, of course, then you possess powers over and above those of my own. Can you have your cake + eat it, too, I wonder.'/ Captain R.'s words, like artificial pleasantries, take a direct line into the questionable depth of one of the White walls of The Radiotherapy Room, against her White dress./ Capt. R.: 'The riddle is this: If the answer is 'The Devil, probably,' then what is the question?'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 54. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Give them diamonds/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet/ distant/ The Wire-Haired Girl fingers the C.A.M. carefully/ C.A.M.: '…part of its strategy as a fiction, explicitly asks us to by presenting action to us from the literal view of a character), then as spectators, we might be said to formally occupy someone else's place, to be "in" the film, all the while being "outside". We can identify with a character and share her "point of view" even if the logic of the framing and the selection of shots of the sequence deny-.'/ w/out resonance/ in calm expectation w/ wounded/tragic eyes/ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ tense little baby tense little baby- but for just this moment frozen/ The Wire-Haired Girl changes the channel/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation." 55. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ Capt. R. would by no means take any pleasure from this ruptured defeat of any but the most brutal physico-violent kind/ like a white frozen sculpture painted up by expert hands Princess Nadja The Aeropittura turns her shoulders + looks down at the white sement ground w/ rt.hand posed face-up, white-rubber-mini-gloved, against her neck/ medium-gray-painted lips poised for air to pass thru them/ C.A.M.: '…countered him: she checked the course of all the winds but one, commanding them, "Be quiet + go to sleep." Then sent a long swell running under a norther to bear O., back from danger. 2 nights, 2 days, in the solid deep-sea swell he-.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl flips back." 56. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl wearing white multi-buttoned/ strapped rubber uniform/2-bulbous equipage-pack/ mispointed eyes/ C.A.M.: '…intently out of frame right. The initial sense of the setup B is partially replaced by but coexists with another: that the depicted action in the frame is now being viewed by someone looking from outside the frame…'/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ flip flip flip/ The 14/ For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101)/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ The Wire-Haired Girl bounces her small plump hips to one side + the other as she wallks behind Capt. R. + P.XIV, more interested in the C.A.M. then in the future/ or this present white snowy expanse of The Snowy Fields driving her forward into the whiteness/ battle-formed/ the C.A.M.'s miniature inner workings turn furiously." 57. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "OK/ vibrational compactness the order of the day/ the chair's resolute brilliance/ wailing/ so that if monads initiate will/motivation then to order-structure them w/ mechanical apparatus is to-/ C.A.M.: '…the wind king/ who never die-/ ringed round with brazen ramparts on a sheer cliffside. 12 children had old Aiolos at home- he gave Capt. R. to the boys to be their gentle bride; w/ fumes of sacrifice + winds that pipe 'round hollow courts + all the night they sleep on beds. Here we put in,…'/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ the whiteness/ the horrible pitched M. Briefcase adventure brought to bear/ lips puffed/ eyes big/ 3-circled prussian blue hair/ in white padded equipage w/ medium pink oh-so-blue asymmetrical abstract pattern/ white rubber slippers w/ strapping up to her knees gripping upper bodied resolution/ image." 58. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl contorts her body minutely occasionally as she walks/ a gesture of irritation/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline + he stares w/out resonance at Insp. X. in calm expectation/ wearing white multi-buttoned/ strapped rubber uniform w/ 2-bulbous equipage-pack bulging from her shoulders, white short-13-stubbed wig, dark mispointed eyes/ his white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM/ vernis brilliant gloss varnish/ flip." 59. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl flips thru the C.A.M. distractedly thru which Yuki Harada (AKA Dr. M.)'s Undercover Official Report is being transmitted by Dr. M.'s recorded voice/ C.A.M.: '…representation of his interest in the scene, his point of view (again, in the metaphorical sense). Similarly, shots 8 + 10, showing V. + P., no longer seem to characterize X. as the one doing the seeing, as in 4 + 6; they have become impersonal. The rigidity + opposition of setups A + B cor-…/ flip/ C.A.M.: 'There's no way of knowing, but she went by the moniker The Long Arm of Justice, except every once in a while she would switch it to The Short Arm of Insanity.'/ Yuki Harada left behind him adventures so bold + glistening that The Institute's records of them are full of glitches + repetitions from overplaying/ the initiator of moves that Yamabushi since have copied unremittingly." 60. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Yuki Harada engaged in his undercover operations in a white/black uniform w/ black rubber gloves + black boots/ his huge 3-circled medium blue hair generally held tight under clear mini-jacket hood w/ round white rubber buttons clasped high to the neck/ constantly creeping around/ gathering information/ w/ 2-bulbous equipage-pack bulging from her shoulders/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ the white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ flip/ C.A.M.: '…Considered herself a funambulist but that's really just pure idle speculation.'/ lacks texture + baldly exposes shortcomings/ behind Capt. R. + P.XIV walks The Wire-Haired Girl, dragging her feet/ Yuki Harad had a certain kind of flair for this type of drama into the heart of the matter/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense." 61. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The bodiless Mr. ?. In The Wake Room. Where Mr. ? in cylinder glass mechanical vial in monadic physical stasis sits motionless suspended 3 m. from the white plastic floor by metal complex machinery. 4 metal spindle offshoots connect behind him to corners of the room. 6 floor-connected poles supporting girth. Dialed geared metered. 4 radiometers form his voice. My glass/metal chair positioned directly in front of him. Some argue that this is not Mr. ?, in fact, but merely an immaculate designed imitation. I argue that it is the actual bitch Mr. ? himself in full actuality. Mr. ? would reply, 'Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.' A shifting pt. of view. Uncomfortable silence. Mr. ?: 'The Ryojusen. 10 units. Built initially to be a long-stay get-away, but we renovated it when we selected it to be our headquarters. Many years ago. It seems.'" 62. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: (in her head) 'Anyway, it could be only the result of a mistake in calculation. + of course the universe of each and everyone's accepted discourse is treated as unlimited, as a matter of course. It would be ridiculous to assume otherwise, in the absence of evidence to the contrary, because, mathematically, a model truly open, or one merely uncertain as to its open or closed nature, would be treated identically.'/ It was here, at this point, in Pianohead's chain of reasoning, that she became disturbed, a point untouched upon, unfortunately, by her instructor on the subject. Perhaps they aren't properly treated identically, at all. Perhaps this was a mistaken assumption on their part in the first place. Once overtaken by this piece of doubt she found herself in a difficult spot, a spot, in fact, from which she has not yet disentangled herself." 63. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) Capt. R.: (whispered) 'But not yet- fake-.' (The Women + The Minorities) push on w/ slow breath against the snow-filled rock-encumbered steppes despite their heavy-packed burdens, their desire to sink slowly into the white cold never-forgotten sleep. (1-40). 'Pianohead/ everything she touches turns to diamonds.' ii) Capt. R.: '(choked off) 'What fake landscape was I now walking w/in?' iii) The cold reverberating air of the ravine pounds against Mini-YK Oupost74 w/ all the force of *'s bulbous huge misformed 3 large out-growthed body from the ice/ Mt. Amnesiac's inner core/ snow-filled/ popocatepetl waits for the sleeping woman to wake/ while the snow falls over them/ 'I would have a few awkward moments of reflection,' Capt. R. considers, '+ then in great white radiance the clarity will make its will imbued upon me.'" 64. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) There against the white-snow driven fields of the cold deep mountain ravine/ the *'s huge 3-balled blue-meated body/ The Birds of Super-Reversionism/ long-stilt legged white-feathered bluish-contoured against the light on the thick-ice covered ground/ it's the white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ the large white clouds/ attached to the ice-wall w/ smooth white cock-strong pike are the cords of the white air-puffed snow-tents of MYK74/ don't go down now/ don't go down now/ O O O O O O O O7./ The White Snow/ #5./ O O O O O O O O10./ off pop 2 of the birds w/ long vicious beaks/ small cold eyes/ loud5 multi-ambilating white noise of push-pull quiet * heart-beat. ii) Capt. R.: 'Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling. Keep moving. Enough for you. Look, my dear, it's going to be a loong winter. Gotta stock-up. Shotguns.'" 65. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Mr. ?: 'The War- The War- The War of The Monads. I loved these structures once. Sorry. My heart dances around this story, sometimes playfully, sometimes devil-like, always w/ emotion. The Ryojusen was one of the top mathematical centers of The Institute. It grew from 20 to 500 mathematicians in 20 years. The mapping of the monadic currents, at first an informal network of connecting pts., grew organically, completely unplanned, during the design boom of the time. Certainly there were main arteries but they were not integrated by an infusive blueprint, + therefore virtually unusable. The rest of the mapping was the same. It all seemed to spring into being w/out reason. The reason was clearly necessity, but this was not sufficient. The Plan, at this point, was nowhere. It was on this problem that my career was founded. Unproven, ready for a challenge.'" 66. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'My dear, there goes the ice-formed air on my cold stubbled face. Wish there was something clean. Why am I stuck here in this huge fucking place + yet I know everything here w/ a familiarity that breeds disinterest? Ambiguity is fucking right. Growling lt. + rt. O O O O O O O O2./ The White Snow/ #1./ O O O O O O O O11./ The White Snow/ #9./ O O O O O O O O6./ The White Snow/ #9./ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ O O O O O O O O2./ The White Snow/ #3./ O O O O O O O O5./ The White Snow/ #2./ O O O O O O O O10.' iii) The white snow falls against them, making the white snow-tents whiter/ circular/ puffed up vertically by the cold cold air/ structured by tight-pulled cords/ large rubber-bundled packs/ The White Snow/ #7./ O O O O O O O O5./ The White Snow/ #10./ It's the white white skin." 67. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Mr. ?: 'The mapping, in order to grow, needed to be connected. The monadic pts. needed to able to affect one another in predictable manner. Their power was a function of their connectedness. Mass brute force calculation, that's the 1st-glance solution to this initial problem. Of course, it didn't work- only w/ the completed mapping would we have the capability for such an undertaking. Otherwise it would not be completed in a given period of time. The Underground Monadic Irrigation System (UMIS). Forced monadic interpolation. The size of the mapping had made connectiveness an increasing rather than a diminishing problem, + it was impeding the mapping's growth. Because the world is circular its surface was the most obvious choice. We all know this wasn't the case. A captain cannot blow into the engine of his own boat + make it move.'" 68. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "iv) Capt. R./ everything she touches turns to diamonds/ it is a clear white-light day + everything is radiant. The 2 Pianoheads' slow pulsing heart-beats resonate thru plastic glass Op.-C.A.M. in Mini-YK Outpost74/ as their bodies merge into one another/ a term applied to its movements/ the repetition of a marked rhythmic figure/ inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ clear plastic goggles/ Capt. R.'s big black round buttons/ P.II's 3-asura qingbai hair bounces twice/ white-decorated, lips pursed, w/ tight-enclosing well-formed rubber dress/ slowly/ out w/ the output. W/ her close still body gripping itself against the pounding outward/inward air/ her artificial rubber-fleshed body/ choke on their own breath/ near-vomit/ objects of interest/ inner thigh against inner thigh/ P.I breathes closely/ slowly/ or bringing-." 69. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Her head continues to hurt w/ the problem's throb, undiluted, to her surprise, by the competing affects of her hangover./ Pianohead's eyes are covered by Black plastic circle-formed sunglasses + her hands by delicate White gloves. She hums to herself quietly + looks carefully over the 2 m. slight trees beginning to grow in parallel rows from their each individual circles of soil./ Pianohead: (in her head) 'Undercover. + The Maenads have opened up their first outpost outside of The Snowy Fields. But The Escape was hard work. I'll need days to recover.'/ After 14 years as a Conqueror of the Imaginal World Pianohead has spanned the world interacting w/, well, um, you see, everything really, + building up a portfolio of adventures that includes Oryoki, The Mind of The Way Post, + The Divine Messengers Line." 70. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "'Nor can a mapping physically exist w/in the material construct which it is mapping. We moved the theoretical foundations of the mapping into The Pure Land, mathematically precisely outside the furthest reaches of mathematical reach. Our work enabled the mapping to continue growing at an unprecedented pace for another decade.' Vaguely the white walls of the compact room. Mr. ?: 'New developments were strategically devised to take advantage of the need for space, although there was still chronic overflowing happening in some aspects. The monadic pts., however, were at one level or another, united. Once again, we came upon a glitch. At one undetermined pt. otherwise effective currents were breaking down + coming to a stop. The Institute sprang into action. Mathematicians began to independently hunt the pt. down. Proceedings slowed aptly.'" 71. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) P.II's oriental qingbai hair sculpted into 4 asuras w/ gaping miniature heads push/pull toward P.I/ white mucous fluid drips from her mouth. ii) P.II: 'There was time when I was swept away by runaway horses/ divine wind.' Capt. R.'s self-driven imploded interrogation/ your tea accoutrements? I bow my head to think of the meekness of my gift but it is the most my poor means could provide. She holds her distorted morphing head carefully in both hands. She breathes slowly. iii) P.II's eyes turn around the white room uncomfortably + quiver quickly in quiet. The wind pounds against the ice-formed Mt. Amnesiac in great slow reverberations. The white-glass mini-mechanisms sit on the glass contoured end-table. iv) They were afraid of me/ I would stare at them w/ gruesome foreboding gaze." 72. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Mr. ?: 'Heart failure. Or something of the sort. Early in my career: Dr. D. indicted in a public hearing. He was scheduled to be tried for a plan to use The Institute to undermine the authority of The District of The O O O Os, for what precise purposes it is somewhat unclear. The trial was expected to result in a sentence of isolated imprisonment for 20 years before a quick execution. The public was not satisfied. On the way out of the courthouse a group of 55 black-masked rogue citizens seized Dr. D. + carried him off to a prepared sterile implosion chamber + finished him. The account records his attempts to convince them of his methods as being somewhat disordered + incoherent. Dr. D., by these accounts, stared stoically ahead of himself as he was put away. Enthused about their accomplishment the maenads decided to add to their accomplishment.'" 73. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Formed in the cement the tree-stake plots wait patiently./ In the distance large White plastic tents tremble slightly against the wind. Inside Dr. B. sputters 1/2 the -Ach out his nose + his face, trying to make himself compatible to his own existence (it isn't working). He looks up./ Dr. B.: 'No, no- see- it was like this.'/ + he somewhat ½-way collects himself for a moment./ Dr. B.: 'I've got it. But on the way here I stopped. I- nevermind.'/ The Ertria Girl: 'Mine. 20 years gone, + I am back again on my own island. As for my change of skin, that is a charm Actinometer, Hope of…'/ Dr. B. resumes examining the delicate-White-blouse-w/-hole-pattern Ertria Girl./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 74. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Her Permanent Blue tight rubber-masked head leaned up back against the White plastic tent wall w/ Black hair bunching up on the top of her head in excess + her skirt w/ White background + Cobalt Blue + Brilliant Pink pattern bunched up around her thighs, smiling ever so slightly w/ numb -Ach-tainted lips./ Dr. B.: 'Alright Petria, never mind it about it anyway, I'll just finish up.'/ Pianohead smiles slightly looking out over the White cement, trying to determine the appropriate next move to take in her endeavor. She sings, Pianohead: (singing) 'On the other side/ For a friendly/ A bed of snow/ In this world./ Isn't it a strange life, indeed./ Hmmm, hm hm/ Is there no one?/ Is there no one?/ Reap what you sow./ Isn't it a strange life, indeed?/ Where are we going?'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 75. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: (in her head the recited words of Inspector X.) 'Well, you see, there are 2 kinds of ghosts. There are real ghosts + fake ghosts that are just figments of your imagination. So if you want to know which is which you must get a handful of marbles. Don't count them at all, just grab them. Now both kinds of ghosts will act like big-time know-it-alls, but the figment ghost, being fake + really only a product of your own mind, will be limited as to their knowledge to that which you yourself know, whereas the real ghost, unbounded by physical constraints, will accurately ascertain immediately the correct count.'/ So here's Pianohead caught out in The Snowy Fields w/out any marbles./ The 3 Furies stand in confrontation before her, young men w/ misshapen Medium Gray Black weird-contoured bodies ½-formed faces White pupils." 76. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Mr. ?: 'i.e. 2 other prisoners who had recently conducted a series of outrageous murders. Growing more motivated by the moment the group stormed the waiting area of the prison where they confronted the 10 prison guards on duty, who promptly, as if by pre-arranged cliché script, said that the maenads would have to go thru them if they expected to get into the prison. The rogue citizens seized + tied up the guards + broke the 2 criminals out their cells + imploded them w/ the chamber set up for Dr. D. The next day one of the prison guards died from heart failure. None of the maenads were captured or tried.' Mr. ? motionless in his glass mechanical cylinder chamber remains a case of entropy cross-coordinated. He waits for The Chod, + we conversed briefly, but, of course, it's always more a matter of him conversing to one than the other way around." 77. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Mr. ?: '9Minister D./ Minister of Justice for The District of The O O O Os, later that month, issued the statement: "We are satisfied that in these actions substantial + speedy justice has been served." In response to the glitch The Institute commissioned the forming of new methods, new research devices, + a redesign of existing aspects of the mapping. We mathematicians were reacting emotionally to this undetermined monadic end-pt.'s insult to our engineering power, + blamed the mapping's very foundational design for facilitating this breech- + in a sense it did. The Institute, in the meantime, unbeknownst to us, began pitching the same projects to 3rd-party planning contractors completely unfamiliar w/ the nuances of our doings. Suffice it to say we discovered that competing sets of plans from small mobile free-agent units were also present.'" 78. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "There were many popped-up surprises then/ the tea-set. It is quite pretty + I have been in need of a replacement. Thank you. I particularly find delicate the way the handles contort outward curvingly, almost awkward perhaps. v) Medium gray black-patterned almost-transparent stockings cover P.II's semi-plump legs from white rubber slippers up to poofed-out white skirt w/ oh-so-red abstract pattern + white band wrapped carefully around her stomach just beneath the cleft of her small-formed breasts pushing forward. The white-glass mini-mechanisms sit on the table/ P.I w/ prussian blue fake hair pulled into 3 mini-circles covered by 3-white-fake-fur-circled snow-bonnet/ to be oh-so-fragile, roundish dark eyes staring ahead vacantly at the white wall. White mucous drops slowly to the floor from P.II's head in her hands." 79. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Their bodies formed like bulbous knotted misgrowths, cancerous. Distorted, misfigured hands + intent eyes. Fury1 w/ raised intent eyes + disfigured mouth fake growls at Pianohead. Cold lips slightly parted. Pianohead is not what one would call impressed./ Pianohead: 'Hmm.'/ Fury1: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Back in the White plastic tent Dr. B. + The Ertria Girl sit around conversating. Sunlight creeps in thru gaps. An empty bottle of mineral water sits at the right hand of The Ertria Girl, proof, + perhaps the only evidence whatsoever, of the tense waiting being undergone, because to all otherwise appearance the 2 seem to be only casually playing around + conversing politely about each other's minor, routine endeavors." 80. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) MYK74/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet/ distant. The slow-pulling large rounded white-dressed P/I body w/ blank face sits/ push-pulls toward P.II on white iron chair/ white red-patterned rubber dress/ the white plastic floor. The Nike-House. Both, grotesquely, turn their contorted bodies. ii) W/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The O O O Os XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light behind The Deflowerfucked in the white chair frames his black hair in exaggerated contrast bold dark outline/ the air is still between them/ The White room/ Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps." 05. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ What is he getting at? Then sent a long swell running under a norther to bear for each + every wind everywhere pointing in one direction/ Insp. X. w/ body turned slightly/ hand on teacup/ smiles tight-lipped/ windblown/ Insp.: 'Yes, dear.'/ Pianohead w/ hands in pockets turns to look down at the white plastic floor/ perhaps he feels the issue must be pushed/ I will not, w/ any modicum of dignity/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ but there their poses catch against each other slightly/ there is something between their intense gazes/ some distance/ which if it were of a nature more formidable might bring-/ but what is this?/ outside The Ryojusen everything is very cold/ very white/ Insp. X. + Pianohead seem to understand this." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O., back from danger, to join the P./ if I can manage to avoid it, I will not be the pusher/ everything is going to be OK/ recorded monadic forms/ people of the sea. 2 nights, 2 days, in the solid deep-sea swell he-/ the fake plastic O O-formed grotesque/ I almost god-damn spit at them/ + then I do/ not because I think it will be productive of betterment but because they deserve it/ this is the time for the delicate steps/ big/ ingrown/ OK/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ Pianohead flips back her head slowly in well-meaning gesture/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ plotted out an architectural plan for implosion/ or/ Deflowerfuckment." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'The others were talking about the deep structures of theory instead. I thought you were out at the N.O.U.S.P.T.D.A. That's where I was- ask them, they'll back me up- + then I took the underground to catch out some W. + that's when I came across shit-for-brains-I-like-to-fuck-myself-Ms.-Bokusekimota + the game was on.'/ Dr. M. picks up the C.A.M. like he's picked up 100 boys before + mumbles into it w/ ½-awake attentiveness, w/ what can only be called dumbfoundedness./ Dr. M.: 'I had fucking found it. The little bitch was running around peddling it to the petite bourgeoisie as an instruction manual for the design of adverts. There were mass cremations of the belongings of the disappeared because people didn't know what to do, how to bring into ceremony the effects of this dispersion. The dogs barked.'" 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'Thanks to an industrial system of retractable monadic chambers, the border between interior + exterior will disappeared completely. The interstitial areas created between the interior volumes + the imposing reviewed typology. Intense planning. It was a fucking bitch I tell you. Fuck I'm fucking tired even though I'm still just a bit amped. They devised The Plan For The Attainment of Implosion + began to put it into effect w/ the help of The Furies, the invention of The Great Dr. M., but after initial signs of inordinate promise it appeared to develop a flaw. Bam bam b-b-b-bam.'/ Oops, bam, Dr. M. hits his head just a bit too hard against the table that time, + he smiles childishly, kind of embarrassed. He pushes his pinkish lips into a big circle./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Dr. M.: 'Bam.'" 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Array of Mini-BwO.s A(3), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(4), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(5), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(6), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(7), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(8), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(9), Array of Mini-BwO.s A(10),…), such that the entire Army of The Mini-BwO.s may be ordered upon the field of battle in like fashion: A(0) = …a(09)a(08)a(07)a(06)a(05)a(04)a(03)a(02)a(01).0, A(1) = …a(19)a(18)a(17)a(16)a(15)a(14)a(13)a(12)a(11).0, A(2) = …a(29)a(28)a(27)a(26)a(25)a(24)a(23)a(22)a(21).0, …………………………………………………………….., such that we can now pick out from this ensemble at our leisure any + all potential Ur-units of the Mini-BwO.s + they sing nursery rhymes to pass their idle time before the war is to begin." 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'It takes a dimensional outlook to understand what happened. Inspector X. did what he could when he sought to turn it into something worthy of ideals that the mathematicians knew, according to strict proof, were impossible, in the now-becomes-possible sense. He had little choice but to passively act according to the best semiotics available to him. Imitation or counterfeit? The advantage of counterfeit is that it allows the construction of a system of images. What Inspector X. + his team of monadic engineers wanted to do was to turn passive signal processing into something they would call Monadic Reality Creation (MRC). It would have been interesting if it had ever happened. It's a bit of an anomaly but it shows a complete lack of respect for the game. About 5 years later Inspector X. recognized the perfect way to utilize the difference, but it was too late.'" 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Her exploded body reads like a code of minute proportions/ unreleased variables/ I should have * myself long before/ but they can hold the funeral w/out me/ fucking P.IV/ if for each movement we were engaged in a ballet-system moving forward/backward in pull/push toward/away from one another/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ taut muscled legs/ torsos/ fingered/breaching hands/ bended over/ delivering a sequence of information/ somewhere over the-/ I refuse to respect w/ any modicum of dignity this silly, ridiculous, god-damn comical event/ no matter how much ceremony/ celebratory decorum we give it/ more fucking noise/ Capt. R. crack-up/ cocaine winters/ Pianohead: 'If you won't fuck me I'll find someone who will.'/ somewhere over the-/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'The conventional approach to fill the space left by incomplete information had been to simply repeat the monadic information on 2 successive lines or to interpolate a new line in a sort of connect-the-dots approach. 'But that doesn't improve the quality of the projection,' Inspector X. pointed out, + he was correct, because it is still based on 494 points. He resolved this by declaring 'To improve the projection, we have to create monadic data.' But at that point people began to disappear + the world slipped into a process of decay, rapidly becoming a wasteland with only isolated pockets of remaining vitality + intrepidity. Perfecting MRC was anything but simple. Inspector X. + his team captured 1000's of monadic projections, using both standard + super-reversionist engines, + then compared the monadic waveforms, not unlike the mind's manipulations of the raw perceptions of the eye.'" 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'The remainder of The Hachibushu, afraid of the apparent consequence of their action, disbanded with the idea of pursuing retribution individually. Mother-f.ing-fuckers.'/ Dr. M. rests his Black-gloved hand wearily over the chair./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ in my cute white Yamabushi uniform w/ black round buttons/ knickerbockers w/ horizontal striped stockings/ rubber slippers/ 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous black hair/ radiant taut-wired suspension construction/ high-white-towered/ Capt. R.'s been thru this before/ everything slows down imperceptibly/ [Capt. R. close his eyes, lips barely pursed.]/[Printed on Capt. R.'s shoulders + forearms are 6 black-ink kake-game circles]/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ [black '43' tattooed on his lt. breast.]/ a syntax varied + exfoliated, adroit. I'll only laugh furiously in quiet bellows./ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ stay in control. Gushamoto. Gush-a-moto. Gush-a-moto. Gush-a-moto/ the institution must be allowed to provide physical security/ 160/ there in black letters on the white structure: 'VICTORY.'" 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Gushamoto. If you don't have anything nice to say-/ following is a def. of implosion/interpellation. It has been removed. It will be returned when you cease to observe it: O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O./ Housebroken every day, until the end of my days, pursuing myself slowly indefinitely w/ motives undefined/ big-eyed/ fast-paced everything-/ wind howling/ the white/ OK/ because I am a sincere man/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ rubber white poncho draped over my body for the adventures in store/ white hood pulled tight over head/ Capt. R. w/ uncertainty but an intent as vigorous/unambiguous as my own pretty innocent delicate demeanor/ Insp. X.: 'This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.'/ Capt. R. winces uncheerfully/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ the white light's persistent glare." 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "White/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ since I was currently unable to define a clear course of action I exited w/ no particular destination in mind/ caught unawares/ super-violent/ repose-fucked/ pulled open thighs/ breach/ super-exploded/ Capt. R.!/ Oh-/ dear prudence/ waterproof/ Insp. X.: 'How many Capt. R.s are there now?'/ Capt. R.: '5. The Rokudo-Ch.. The Deflowerfucked. The Man Who Flew Away W/ The Birds. The ?. 43.'/ on this cold morning/ fall to the ground/ The White Room/ Dr. C./ the white plastic floor/ Capt. R.'s soon-to-be-victorious immobility/ multiple-circled/ heart-core/ w/ expanding white light/ Pianohead's cheeks fill up w/ air/ super-disgorged/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ skirts-up/ this sudden quiet breaking point/ OK." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) " (* Excerpt from the order + proposal of Y., The Official Counter of The Institute of The Defense: 'I have procrastinated long enough- there shall be no formal niceties or greetings, I shall go for the throat, the killing. Such atrocities, they take my breath away, leaving me speechless, unable to retaliate- but I have recently found my bearings. Ha! This persistent insistence on "arbitrary dogma" leaves me utterly thunderstruck. If one wishes to do away with such notion as "Æ exists" + is willing to refer to it as some whimsical notion indoctrinated by mathematicians then the entire world of mathematics shall come crashing down + no reworking from the inside, I am referring to total annihilation- we shall have to sweep away the rubble, fill in the trenches + look for new rocks to work with.' *) " 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Multi-O O O O/ fervent/ Capt. R. + Pianohead adventured themselves thru The Kaon! Mtns./ Pianohead diabolically pretty/ afraid/ Capt. R. w/ bold blue skies bulbous clouds behind him/ that, my darling friend, was the peak of our co-joined motivation/ at the moment nothing could/would defeat us/ the white light reflects inconsistently/ C.: 'Upgrade your personal domain, 25 ways:-'/ off Capt. R.'s White polymeratomic armor popping up thru multi-strapped white uniform w/ black round buttons/ 'i) Up to him. ii) Having 2 radios on can be advantageous sometimes.'/ Pianohead's stern slitted eyes pushed forward/ thumb hitched in cross-chested utility belt/ lt. hand resting against inner thigh/ why do I remember that now/ because of the big bulbous clouds/ white/ for the one moment I was afraid of them/ irrational, yes/ but overpowering/ crushed divergent recognitions/ distorted-shaped." 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. in white Yamabushi-coat w/ 2 manganese blue vertical bands down arms/ cadmium red horizontal band across chest/ oh-so-carbonaceous black stubbled hair against white cashmere-covered head/ big eyed/ Capt. R.: 'There's a bit of a chic coziness to it.'/ 'iii) Message otherwise.'/ abruptly/ almost immediately/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ w/ this one minor change machines appeared more intelligent/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ their bipolared responses more complex/ nuanced/ one could not say so clearly/ oh, this is a dumb machine/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ C.: 'I'll take a formalist structure method any day.'/ Capt. R. glances away/ wishes the white snow would fall/ holds his mini-tea reliquary carelessly/ forces his gaze back to C. + whispers something incoherent/ 'iv) You can't always be listening to everything at once.'" 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "His clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ The Rocks' insurrection-tendencies./ C.A.M.: '…"I swear you were in rages + old, + here you stand like one of the immortals!" O. brought his ranging mind to bear + said: "This is not princely, to be swept away by wonder at your father's presence. No other O. will ever come, for he + I are one, the same; his bitter fortune + his wanderings are mine. 20 years gone, + I am back again on my own island. As for my change of skin, that is a charm A., Hope of…'/ flip/ C.A.M.: 'G: "…w/ an entropy side it will come cheap. Bring it over. N.: "No kidding, eh?" G.: "So what's the job? Give me details." N.: "We're looking at a 5-day time frame, 500,000 in pocket, 250 on delivery."'/ radiant/ Capt. R. looks down + ponders the white cement ground thru the clear rubber mask as he walks/ 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous hair." 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. wears black white horizontally striped stockings/ because he can/ 18/ wonderwall beside him white/ Dr. M.'s Compendium Of Imaginary Mathematical Structures/ frozen/ curves that collapse upon themselves/ extrapolatic deviations/ Dr. M. was able to construct graphically the shape formed by The Proof of Reversion/ this allowed mathematicians to maneuver it/ position it at their convenience/ attempts were made for the first time to map out vectors for it/ monadic currents were shaped to mimic it/ big eyes behind 3-circled mars black head-gear w/ goggles/ white straps across cheeks/ Capt. R. blows air out of his mouth/ purses his lips unequally in dismayed motion/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ The Furies' design is isomorphic to it in many aspects/ The Monadic Engine itself being primarily a mega-Mathematica Machine/ cheerful thoughtlessness." 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The savior/saveur of Capt.-R.-Land/ The Wire-Haired Girl stomps around quietly behind Capt. R. + P.XIV/ white short-13-stubbed wig/ dark mispointed eyes/ C.A.M.: 'N.: "+ 250 on the anniversary of you jokers keeping your big fat mouths shut. A cool, cool, cool piece."/ Who has been at the forefront of cartography video experimentation since its very beginnings./ But precise + exacting fashion, he simply cannot run any faster./ Y.: "Wait, let me show you the photos. Eh- later- someday anyway."/ Capt. R.: 'OK P.XIV, never mind it about the rabbits anyway, I'll just finish off my little story. So the point being, this rumbling takes over the part + the barkeep + the outrider exchange kind of frightened looks w/ one another, big eyes + pursed lips. The bartender's ready even to about reach for the radio transmitter but he immediately realizes, shit, who'm I gonna call anyway.'" 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "IMCR in white black-outlined Yamabushi equipage/ white rubber mask pulled over 5-circled head/ revealing merely big big eyes/ mouth/ friendly to him/ white Yamabushi short-pants stretch out to high-up ankle meeting pt. w/ black pinstriped stockings/ white rubber slippers/ white w/ black round buttons mini-raincoat w/ button-up quick-strip short-short leggings/ Capt. R. is appreciative of his comedic efforts/ m909 finds reason to pause/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ Capt. R.'s plump pert poised lips/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ I at times/ find it difficult to rely on him/ completely/ Capt. R. himself, perhaps, has different ideas/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ Capt. R. examines his problem of intentional deixis re ghosts/ what-not/ the imposition of will/ the repercussions/ the existence of devils/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end." 20. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: (mumbling quickly)/ BUM BUM BUM BUM/ BUM BUM BUM BUM/ there she is/ discord/ triambulant/ black-framed metal eye-glasses/ why I was thinking of her perfect image at this particular moment, God fucking knows/ yes/ the miasma was returning/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ if IMCR were to think that his particular maneuvers against us were becoming a discomfort to us, then we could as well admit to him our innocent disclosures/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ P.IV/ pretty girl/ her dark dark eyes ruined against the white Snowy Fields/ there they were/ would I take part in the memorial when not to remember was my great + distant goal?/ Static numb + cold/ w/ the cold cold end./ BUM BUM BUM BUM." 21. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "B./ The Man Who Is A Mystery To Himself. B. wants only affectation + affection only. He believes w/ no sense of remorse, in the detailed minuscule care of which he beseeches himself. B. doesn't believe, so much, in the disorder of his plight, as in the fervent discord which may, perhaps, be produced by his struggle. + again, here, it is the struggle which seems important to him, much more so than any kind of victory./ C./ The Man of The Unique Form of Continuity In Space. C.: 'Ah, the cruel vestiges of fate! If I were only free, only free + uncaptivated, I would conquer the world with the greatest of ease, I would be irrestrainable. Should I play the calm reluctant general with hand on hip or the 3 mile tall raving rampage of destruction? Instead to be held here indomitable… you certainly don't hold me responsible for this crap. Do you?'" 22. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 23. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 24. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "*: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Our engineers never matched theirs but our strategists w/ intelligent dexterity were able to pin-pt. a small set of weaknesses which we could move in on w/ iron grip + this move turned the tide in our favor. The material existence of our opponents rests foundationally on 4 of the 23 physical dimensions. Ours rests on a different 6, of which one we share w/ you.'/ white fake fur snow-bonnet/ to white rubber slippers/ uber-Pianohead wears black multi-strapped huge billowing skirtage dress/ white rubber décolletage covered upper bodied contortion/ qingbai pinstripes/ w/ 4 white ribbons at the mid-pt. of the bands just between her 2 bulbous breasts/ oh-so-blue oh-so-pink white horizontal striped stockings up fatty-fat upper thighs/ dark dark sleep-deprived eyes/ huge cheeks + eyes/ some kind of distributive advantage that remains, for the moment, unclear to me." 25. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "J./ The Man W/ Blindness Thrust Upon Him. The City of The Cobalt-60. Architecture + practice. For every building built, countless other projects stay on the drawing board. Archilab Cobalt-60 reunites some of the upstarts. J. takes notice of his newly ignorant surroundings, but he thinks, for a moment, almost w/ certainty but not quite, that S. gives a very direct + knowing + happy wink before he makes his departure. O./ The Woman of The Conspiracy of Imitation. She bumps her head against the ceiling quite hard + it hurts like hell. 10 m. in height wearing a Weak Venetian Pink + Qingbai coatdress w/ Black bold outline + Black circular buttons, Weak Permanent Blue hair done up in 6 composed tidytips, she fell asleep + forgot she had been captured/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 26. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "V./ The Woman W/ The Black + White Squares. Dr. M.: "This is the end of the line babe. You did pretty well, all things considered. This is how these kind of things go. A trusted friend turns on the hero unexpectedly," + she looks at him confusedly before a Mars Black bullet pops out from the White polymeratomic arm of his armor + an unfortunate, terminal, erythritic stain forms on the chest of her White dress as her Black wig bobs. L./ The Man of The Blue Dress. L. looks up at them for a moment from the corner of the room, lips pursed + slightly concerned, but he quickly returns his attention to those last 3 pieces of rice, which are bothering him + which he is intent on finishing off. He wears Medium Gray Black + White formal attire + 10 White artificial O O O Os barretted to his Weak Gray hair, + w/ old, tired eyes but young face he tries to push away his over-developed concerns." 27. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "F./ The Woman In Pursuit of The Barren Shoulders. She moves her head a little. F.: "Ganba-fucking-rre!!! This is the bomb babe, like no other. We're going to conquer just this one time. + it never never ends never ends. Waiting in the sun, beside the pool, dilapidated, falling down. + it came roaring out of the heavens. Play it that way + you get your bruises + all but at the end-. He's the fucking coolest anyway. I meant that." K./ The Man Who Loved Many Things. K. turns his eyes to the cold, hostile air. W/ delicate fingers that sway with restlessness. His eyes are cold. In the shadows of his wide-brimmed Black rubber hat + outfit of Black rubber straps that cross over his body a wide Black rubber skirt held in firm circle by wire under-structure Black pumps w/ lace high up fine oh-so-delicate ankles, small Black rubber gloves/ pale lips." 28. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 29. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "H./ The Man W/ A Distinct Memory. H.: "I'm actually the only one to know her identity. It's a secret- a secret identity!" He laughs diligently and in muffled fashion against his re-circulated office air. On his desk his placard reads "The A. Company, Head of Security," and his Black string-tie w/ White button-up shirt strangles him and he screams, "Ah, ah, ah," making gargling noises and funny gestures, he wishes. H./ The Woman W/ A Large Iron Sculpted Chair To Comfort Her. + the monster with Blue skin and 3 heads beside the filing cabinet attempts to resume the varied threads of their once-staid conversation. The 3-Headed Monster: 'Rapid images. Death and virgins. Rapes that eat away at the day-time operetta fun-time/ fun-time. Me so pretty, bitch, you cry, baby, pretty please. O O O/ O-O O O O.'" 30. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Z./ The Woman Intent On The Accumulation of Diamonds. Z. attempts w/ 11 other practitioners of higher mathematics to crush an uprising of the Rocks, under the name Group-85. Group-85 succeeds in cornering the operators for the Rocks in The Velocity Fields but is surprised at the presence of 7 monsters holding the Rock operators' defense. They battle fiercely + indifferently. Then, in the end, they all die heroically. E./ The Woman of Grandiose Measures. E.: 'Do you know who the monster is? There is always a monster.' J.: 'No, who is it? What is it?' E.: 'Hmm. It is an existential entity that has profoundly disquieted me + others, without recourse in any way to theory or logic. It resides in the front garden.'" 31. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "DIAN-NAO. Eniac. An Analysis of The Glass Bead Game. Storia Della Filosofia. Florilegium. A collection of pieces. Florid. Abounding in or consisting of O O O Os. O O O O Head. A dense cluster of small O O O Os in a single receptacle. O Oage. The process or state of O Oing. O O Girl. Pathological. Paranoid. Outlander. The Outlands. Out-Herod. To exceed in violence. He responded to her, 'I am walking on hell's roof looking at the O O O Os.' Dr. R., Echoes of The Automated Electronic War. La Belle Empoisonneuse. The Proof of Reduction as being centered around M. Having propagated themselves exponentially. The application of statistical techniques to solving problems + testing theories in economics. Ylang-Ylang. With fragrant O O O Os. A wheel for transmitting power + motion between a driving + a driven part, either by friction or by means of teeth. To capture music from a given domain." 32. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "J./ The Woman In Flight + Certainty. J. in The Fuhozo 8. The city in which the Inspectors have taken refuge. Consists of 68 White concrete sphere-shaped buildings floating in The Hyperbaric Ocean, connected by wire-formed walkways + accoutremented by iron piers + balconies. On each one a large Black # positioned above water level. J. visits #31 to obtain information from Inspector S./ The Man W/ The Iron Lung. U./ The Man W/ The Wings. U.: (to G.) 'He says, "How old should she be when she's told?" "What do want told to her in the meantime?" just like laying this stuff all out like, OK these are just some routine decisions you need to make. But then, in the end, he ended up doing it anyway. So, I don't know, I'm afraid. Sometimes I think we're all just like frightened rats trying to get out, or that was how I thought of it at the time. So I believe in a sense in compromise.'" 33. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "THE O O O O O O GAME. The children played in the garden where TMWTFOA was imprisoned. Los flores de la cielo. At times he would play with them. They taught him how to play. The boy with the white hair. There is no end-game, like fairy tales. Axiom of The Field. The Labyrinth. i) A(x) (E(x): xCm) \ E(m(i)) iff xCm(i), where x is any imagined variable, C is 'is constructed of,' + m is an unspecified quantity of monads (+ not excluding the axioms themselves as members of the given field of potentiality (re po-TEN-tial)). ii) Form as a picture constructed as collocation of monads + copula. Axiom of the Copula. Interpretation. i) If-then relationship constitutes 'element of/ subset of.' ii) If + only if relationship constitutes '=/ identity.' Axiom of the Monads. The Glass Beads. i) The definition of zero as monadic deixis. ii) Monads themselves as irreducible." 34. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Q./ The Woman W/ White Eyepieces. Wears a White dress-suit w/ Medium Pink outline + White + Mint Green horizontal stockings, short-cropped Medium Gray hair pulled into 13 small circles. W/ a gaunt boyish face she stares at her questioner. Q.: "The disparate, imaginative + idiosyncratic formulas that I allowed to surface then had to be shaped into a sequence of lemmas. Of course, they could not be applied to such a broad terrain." B./ The Man Indifferent To Mathematics. B.: 'The assignation here takes place in the 3rd men's room from the back. Anais-10 says it's clean but keep your ears + eyes up. Expect to be hit by an undertow of sadness. You see boys that's what you get when you put this much product in this small a confinement, but don't give way to despair + introspection. If it starts to get to you just start humming mod anthems in your head, try to stay frosty.'" 35. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "*: (thru the C.A.M.) 'Capt. R., The Plan is the blueprint of a bomb, designed by The O in order to annihilate our civilization. Universes are born when one dimension pops up into multiple dimensions, causing a huge violent expansion.'/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ *: (thru the C.A.M.) 'The Plan is an attempt to bring this about artificially. Your world will cease to exist along w/ ours.'/ Capt. R. sets his cup down/ touches one outer lip edge w/ his tongue/ + groans. The *'s indigo 3-circled body moves inward/outward/ driving the cold air against the mountain w/ quiet, calm force." 36. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "This is so fucking punk rock/ it is going to make your heart bleed/ in big gushing squirting bursts/ head-trauma/ spectator-sterile/ to be watched like a sporting event/ Capt. R. goes down in the 5th/ so cold now/ and your kidneys explode/ Capt. R./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ The background of the snow + I burn + I burn./ + there they go/ the walls close in/ bang-bang/ loverly/ his favorite blip-ing/ what?/ Capt. R., the whiteness will assert its victory over you, forever + ever/ Insp. X. + Dr. P. will observe coldly/ The 5Agents will declare the results/ A Treatise On The Ethical Ramifications Of Dr. M.'s Monsters' Behavior: the question is whether Dr. M. is responsible for the actions of his monsters, both those that he intended + those that he did not/ is he, then, guilty for ruptures?/ is he credited for unexpected virtues?/{after all, friends, in your company}." 37. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 38. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Y./ The Woman W/ Screams + Touching Eager Hands. Y.: 'G. was after the M. for himself. When he found out it was floating free he made a play for it. He'd always been sort of dreamy about it, + not, like Mr. O., for the mathematicians as a collective authority, but instead simply for personal gain. He was a sweet kid, actually, but he got was coming to him. He just couldn't get it out of his head once he saw it.' C./ The Man Who Touches Faces. W/ a worn-out helmet + "The femme! The femme!" he would cry out. He wasn't as fatalistic as people make him out to be, but whether in one fashion center of the world or another he would always tend to make it appear as if he was about to go underground or on the lam, post-quick. W/ his fake Bismarck + Coke-bottle glasses. Quite the conversationalist, w/ one hand against the wall + the other making concise gestures." 39. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Miramoto, perhaps, when he brought me to her. She appeared, at that pt., to have gone thru all the physical repercussions of being possessed, being brought bear upon the limits of exhaustion full-forcedness of all her petty divergent pts. of immediacy/ fuck/ if you are the icing, dear, then I am, indeed, the motherfucking cake/ bitch/ this princess of my immediate confined Capt.-R.-Land/ bring in the bequeathed/ the condemned/ the cold white air of the mountain bouncing around the ravine w/ huge-deep force/ standing on nothing but the white plastic floor/ monadic isomorphic mapping permeates every pt. of u.-P.'s existence/ certain mathematical structures were coming to fruition, but was I happy, or relieved/ less so than circumspect, bereft now of anything that one might remotely call motivation, I was now acting out the bitter end-games of plays made much much earlier in the game." 40. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 41. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The gruesome potent defenders for The Uber-Mitro House/ Guard1: 'Hey, Ash-/ Dogwood/ Lil' Cowboy/ Gushermoto/ RiboO O O O-born-.'/ the white snow over 3-Chrysanthemum Mtn. because it forms a cold, sterile order/ which is what we all want/ ultimately/ Guard1: '-whatever your name is, this rt. fist holds court, + it says: "Get your cute ass close to me! You've entered my domain."'/ The M.E.V. waits/ the light circles the interior/ Guard1: 'Come back over here.'/ over the super-violence/ fall to the ground/ The White Room/ I don't find it sad so much as comical/ or horrible/ + time?- bullshit./ + displacement. I'm as slapstick as it gets +, trust fucking me, those are real grayish-blue bruises/ real black eyes/ real real buckets full of vomit./ over-repeated empty hallways/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ Guard1: 'Why do you keep wandering off?'" 42. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The white light's persistent glare/ white/ end-proposals/ his white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM/ hoping to make their mark/ hit it/ site-specific/ designed solely for the crowded streets of Verger-City(!)/ E-mobile/ friend/ overnight/ cross-city hops/ a decent j./ w/ handles/ the 2 guards fall asleep/ dropping slowly to the white plastic ground painted w/ periodic indigo O-Type insignia/ Capt. R. turns off the mini-monadic vibrator/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ + walks back to the guards/ echoed/ inchoate/ he looks at them attentively, having transformed the chic setting of extreme entertaining into a white-décor stillness/ chow time." 43. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Who is this meek unvigorous Captain R., who should be hiding in the wash-closet? More evidence the right thing was done for The Snowy Fields/ our winter haven/ winter is wonderful/ w/ vibrations. The worst thing you could do right now, Captain R., is to stay involved in The Plan's development. I have been polite, up to this pt., I have been professional, I have been everything you brought us to be, + after running the numbers, after analyzing the case, I have decided-. Well, enough for now. M. Captain R., please continue. The room was calm, quiet, motionless. Suspiciously so. Our humble, bold hero grows increasingly uncomfortable. The blow-up rubber-doll Pianoheads sway almost imperceptibly. Captain R. walks up to the controls of The O.C.M. set into the wall + calls up its programming. Its features are familiar to him + he breaks its minor security codes quickly." 44. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The images pop up on the O.C.M. consecutively. M. M. M. Looking out off into the distance well-coiffed furred. Min-i-mal. So fucking punk rock. W/ hands folded behind oneself. Pianohead VIII in mars yellow black white square-patterned pantsuit. Oh, for her sailor. To arrive. There w/ her despair she crumbles to nothing. Oh, Captain R., this isn't the swallowing of your discomfort that you had hoped for. So- or perhaps- to nothing so much as a blossoming fake-O O O Oed white room where sterile impotent-. De-ranged. H287. Vacuum packed. For adventure. Captain R.'s Paradise Of Young Devils. For your vacationing needs. To be torn to pieces w/ complete joy. Captain R., are you certain you shouldn't slow down? Perhaps be a little more discreet. Certain disclosures will be brought forth w/ them. Captain R., you are ready for anything that is thrown at you." 45. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ some kind of pure land micro-managed distortion presents itself to him/ Capt. R./ hypoglycemic whiteness of the glass in reflected effigy. iii) Capt. R./ The Man Who Flew Away W/ The Birds undergoes interpellation/ w/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The O O O Os XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)/ the coldly burning white light/ in calm expectation// w/ careful ease/ it trembles visibly/ slightly/ into an array of options/ brusque changes of rhythm/ sudden repetition." 46. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "So they just try to relax + sink into themselves while the rumbling gets louder + louder + louder. Pretty soon through the glass double-door club doorway they start to see what all the fuss is about.'/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ no flowers now in The Snowy Fields/ the white snow falls slowly/meekly over everything/ C.A.M.: 'She didn't seem to care that you were so professional-looking. Thought you were a god-damn hack, in fact. While we were taking bullets she was going to dances. I tried to become an expert in mechanically-minded manners.'/ w/ barely extant black hair/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ OK." 47. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) The chair's resolute brilliance/ she turns back for a moment/ the congruent machine-formed lines of the metal row-after-row of ridged bars frame the hall/ white plastic/ repetition = Capt. R. making his cold, multi-angled escape/ to perform mathematics another day/ mini-monadic vibrator attached to his equipage bouncing as he runs/ a black stenciled 'M.' on it/ + they seem to know him/ to know that this is the part where he demonstrates his resolute brilliance/ commitment to the cause/ even if, perhaps, it has become a somewhat complex structure in his mind/ full of distortions/ conflicts/ wailing/ oh the glory of it all/ 'WEAKNESS IS VOGUE'/ slight blue-tinged numbness enters my cold cold mind/ Capt. R. runs thru the cold Uber-Mitro House corridors/ the echoing prk prk prk of his running footsteps/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ the rubber white adidas slippers w/ ice-grip." 48. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. turns abruptly/ vibrant/ figuring that he would take care of the certain-to-be-waiting guards w/ a delicate mix of bravado/ timing/ machinism/ I was cold, my body ached/ these reports are no longer as well-quantified as one might expect/ full responsibility/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ but I felt like a dangerous man + was flattered of this image of my Capt. R. figure bouncing up + down in my running head/ at the sound, perhaps, of the i/i, when a safe bed might be provided for/ + then go on his way/ + in the mean-time I could expect that another version of me might prove to have greater administrative dexterity/ imaginative/but nothing is there/ company for Capt. R./ a fucking sidekick/ someone to be impressed by his bold feats more than anything/ so this vibration-pulse pushed thru me/ he continues running." 49. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "My Yamabushi equipage has strong black stitching. There was a m.-dim image w/ a quiet mechanical hum, of this I am certain. In the bottom rt.-hand corner of the m.-dim image were numbers identifying the various recordings. The commercial ambition which drives us from day to day in carburetic momentum/ no call for the slow-down. Bring it bitches! Disturbing-motherfucker-please-of-my-winter-morning. That's a new curse-word of my own invention. I am certain it will come to be in vogue, so soon. DMPOMWM for short. Pronounced dum-pom-wum. + spurted out w/ authority: DUMPOMWUM!!! This is in Dr. M.'s best interest as well. He deserves a rest. Nobody needs to spend the last years of their life building, or even breaking. The people of interest in these events will take care of what is in the best interest of the world as a whole." 50. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Clear rubber mask over Capt. R.'s oh-so-carbonaceous-black-stubbled face/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The Flowers XI, Op.46/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/ Capt. R. sips w/ chapped lips thru mouthhole of clear rubber mask at a white ceramic mini-reliquary w/ black abstract-pattern markings/ a term applied to its movements/ the repetition of a marked rhythmic figure/ dark mispointed eyes/ C.A.M.: '…signs of maturation/ expediting the transaction/ the utmost of-/ problematic.'" 51. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'This pack of huge blue dogs comes racing into town. + followed by them dozens of huge blue ostriches. + then blue rhinos. Blue parakeets. Blue llamas. + finally this pack of hu-uge blue elephants all with these thin wire-like leashes attached to them which all lead to the biggest baddest meanest elephant of them all + on it, seated with the end of the leashes in hand, + with a big gigantic whip w/ a blue handle, is the biggest man you've ever seen dressed in blue + with wild blue hair + wild blue beard. He pulls up the elephants, yelling "Woa! Woa!" + comes to a long rumbling stop right before the bar.'/ C.A.M.: 'J.: "What will be your deposit today?" Capt. M.: "An exquisitely photographed contemporary riff on a recently released mental patient. It's humorous, fanciful, sad in parts but optimistic."'/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ THE WHITE ROOM. (18)." 52. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Not for their egocentric self-identities/ the harm to everyone will be minimal, if they remove Dr. M. from the blueprint + retire him. The images coming up on The O.C.M. became evident quickly as security camera recordings of the various room interiors of the teahouse. The caretaker of The Maitri-House, w/ his weak pink w/ black outline skirt black-abstract-patterned, black white-lapelled mini-coat over chest, black 3-circled hair + mini-mustache, pops up on the m.-dim image doing his duties. He looks rather put out to be undergoing such menial chores under my future direct observance. But perhaps I am merely projecting that attitude upon his features, knowing now what I do, + him perhaps almost certainly completely in the dark. Oh white. Oh so white. Oh so white whiteness. I want the action figure version of me to have round intelligent eyes." 53. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "This is so fucking punk rock/ it is going to make your heart bleed/ and your kidneys explode. A Treatise On The Ethical Ramifications Of Dr. M.'s Monsters' Behavior: {after all, friends, in your company, Dr. M. is by no means aware of each of the actions of his designed + constructed monsters. If he is not even aware of their actions, then how can he be held responsible for them? If he doesn't have the information, then how can he be considered to be following thru on his actions? These are mere indistinct reverberation, consequential, of course, but not, at this point in time, connected in any direct link of responsibility to Dr. M.} The caretaker, oh darling, w/ whom I had earlier conversed upon entering the house + upon whom I had found it necessary to impress a certain + perhaps over-blown bearing of authority to gain access, plays a strong supporting role in these recordings." 54. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R., you need more machines/ OK. + we went down the mountains all the way to the edge/ until we discovered the beating sound of our own pace driving us forward, but also holding us back. ii) 2 O-Type guards wait by the door of Y.'s cell lounging around in these well-formed little wool coatdress uniforms medium gray w/ big black round buttons + mid-riff belts/ vodka tonic, please- thank you. On the rocks./ 2-circled rubber white head-pieces w/ straps over their faces/ Monadic Wave #9. Monadic Wave #10. Monadic Wave #11. Monadic Wave #12. Monadic Wave #13. Monadic Wave #14/ the engineered construction of the wires that he put in place to affect his escape enter into Capt. R.'s mind + remind him that his adventures are, in fact, merely one particular miniature pt. in the face of the world's multiple-over affairs/ so, OK." 55. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ The Deflowerfucked's wounded eyes behind clear plastic goggles/ Capt. R. activates the mini-monadic vibrator/ mini-folds of Yamabushi equipage/ whiteness/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ quiet/ distant/ the artificial pumping heart. iii) The guards crash to the floor + Capt. R. enters to find Y. waiting/ a detached head in clear plastic head-piece w/ black-line markings/ attached to a small square machine/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness." 56. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) Y.'s semi-opaque mini-breathing head w/ 4 protrusion-growths under clear plastic armored head-piece/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ w/ black dashed-line formation of contours/ pts. of direction/ volume 2./ quiet, semi-conscious, but once he begins on mathematical theory/ he would go on for hours/ irreversible/ w/ mechanical box body/ mini-rectangle, metal, attached to the head by white plastic wires, a small ventilation fan running in the top rt. back corner/ which blows weak puffs of air into Capt. R.'s face as he unlatches the Y.-head + mini-box from their supports/ complex number theory/ plastic cold steel room, eyes/ a nice man, in general, though a bit queer/ 'POWER IS VOGUE.'/ lips closed, pale frozen expressionless/ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ Yarbois/ 32." 57. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The psychic-vibration-recorder derives information from Y.'s captive head + explicates monadic pts. of reference for the O-Type via 40 analytic pts./ the clear polymeratomic chair/ Y. once explained to me how to design cantilevers/ expectation/ pretty interesting stuff/ he said there's 3 keys to designing a good cantilever, + I believe him/ silence/ 1) the imago, being the idealized concept of its conception/ anything/ anything/ Capt. R. works quickly/ sweat beads building up in multi-circular patterns underneath his white Yamabushi equipage/ round buttons torqueing against chest muscles/ 2 mini black radiometers attached to his head/ Capt. R. w/ big eyes/ ½-closed lips/ Capt. R. detaches Y. from the psychic-vibration-recorder. The Winter Monster/ The M. Briefcase is carefully confined in The M.E.V./ where do we go now?/ somewhere over the-/ OK." 58. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Y.: 'Messages to a future which in as much as it is charged w/ hopes + fears, can never be purely secular/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes. 2) the larva, being the immature stage that undergoes metamorphosis + disappears but whose initial support is absolutely essential.'/ The short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros./ Y.: '3) the pupa, being a well-fixed immobile transformation stage.'/ Capt. R./ touched his rt. shoulder w/ his lt. hand/ pushing his arm up against his white equipaged body/ big eyes into the whiteness behind rubber mask/ big eyes staring big up into the white fluorescent lights running along the ceiling/ Y: 'If we internalize the sub-pts. we are left w/ a mapping of the previously hidden under-structure. Over-reliance on this will produce gaps in our concept-picture, but it can prove an effective method." 59. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "ii) Capt. R: 'I am the faint-hearted now/ the brought-to-bear whiteness of morning.'/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet/ distant/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ Capt. R.: 'My many adventures have left me believing myself pleased, + heroic, despite multiple failures/ which haunt me/ OK.'/ Underneath the room runs an extensive system of underground pipes connected to a large 100-mini-piped boiler situated immediately beside Y./ Chamber Music- A Violin Sonata in C Minor, 4 Wine-Drinkers for violin, cello + piano, Meditations of Nursery Rhymes, Op. 114, for piano w/ violin ad libitum/ Y.: 'Are you still doing what is asked of you?/ While there is still time?'/ Capt. R.: 'Everything is radiant now/ implosive power/ snow-filled wonderland/ don't be bitter/ the stillness.'/ Yarbois: 'Machines always frightened her though.'" 60. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ the mini-piped boiler hums coldly/quietly/ retrofitted/ cold sterile steps face him/ cold semi-opaque glass sliding-walls/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ very beat up/ multiple-whiteness everywhere/ there are 5 artificial mini-gardens (O O O O O O O O) to each radiated pt. of the doorless iron room/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ Capt. R. straps the Y.-head + mini-box w/ body mechanisms to his O.I. Box/ I enjoy relating this part/ white metal cross-structuring." 61. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: (sitting under 5 umbrellas in the brilliant white light reflected by the white of The Ice Fields) 'Later you will reproach me for it.'/ THE HACHIBUSHU: (2-viewed before everything/ the white light)/ Pianohead: 'You must stay awake, + never, never, look away first.'/ good advice dear/ white rubber gloved hands in the stomach-pockets of my white yamabushi equipage/ big black round plastic buttons bouncing the white light off/ The Defenders of The Law, orchestrators of the monadic currents, the monadic currents being merely but decisively a coherent mathematical fiction/ their effectiveness lies in accurately mapping out potential finite-state patterns/ the walls of The Ryojusen are bouncing up + down w/ the super-bass/ 'Madman,' going 'madman, m-m-madman, I'm a madman…' The Plan was devised w/ the intent of methodically pursuing universal nirvana, to cut off/ cut thru." 62. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. P.: 'It is not a question of reproaches now. We have all been less than brilliant. Our best efforts squandered. Opportunities overlooked.'/ in the urgent borrowed voice/ P.XIV + Pianohead as they converse on the balcony pulsate rhythmically in their heads w/ the most excessive of abandon/ Its theoretical basis was to cut away the false concept of ego by trimming away uglification ikebana-esque by the combined means of monadic currents/ was The Monadic Briefcase the finest piece of hardware ever designed?/ it certainly had all the moving parts/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ P.XIV.: 'Mathematics should speak to you, communicate a responsibility. Reworking our efforts-. Look at the white glistening off the ice.'/ the implementation of Chod-designed monsters/ careful cultivation/ repairs by The Yamabushi." 63. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The C.A.M.: 'Pianohead VII is pacing around sort of preoccupied, white bandages covering her face completely except for eyes + mouth + small puncture holes at the nose, + she wears a nice black dress. Dr. B.: "Kind of aesthetics-obsessed pansies I suppose, fuck 'm. They'll devour themselves on their own anyway. Would you like to join me for some cake? Pianohead! Pianohead? You look like you're having a god-damned epileptic fit." Pianohead is gasping + grabbing her heart real dramatic-like, her knees beginning to buckle, + really just over-all looking like she is in some serious + rather morbid discomfort./ The Riddle of The Existence of the World provides a solution to The Proof of Reduction, + upon it built a 3-tiered dialectical foundation for a complete theory of #s + subsequent ordering system. Dedicated to-.'/ Dr. M.: 'Pianohead- (pause) it disappoints me, your lack of appreciation.'" 64. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Aufbauhaus Garden. Pianohead's small Medium Gray w/ I-Hua Black pattern blouse is subtly decorated by feminine pleats + ruffles w/ a slightly mannish ribbed cut/ huge 3-circled Black wig./ Pianohead: 'Are you suggesting that it was somehow my fault? I should feel guilty? We don't have that luxury, bitch. I thought that, too, when I first became involved, that when I got out I would become a nun in that monastery + somehow reconstruct a state of tranquility, whether by destroying my memories or somehow recompensing for them. I don't think that way anymore, though. You don't think it goes away, do you?'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O The Man In The Shadows (Captain R., I tend to suspect, but I'm only speculating): 'Ha ha ha ha ha ha!'" 65. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'Ha ha ha ha ha/ ha ha ha ha ha/ ha ha ha ha ha/ ha ha ha ha ha/ ha ha ha/ ha ha ha ha ha/ ha ha/ ha ha ha ha ha/ ha ha ha ha ha/ ha ha/ ha ha!'/ their frozen resolute brilliance/ radiant/ Dr. M. vs. Capt. R./ The Haunted: billowing the whiteness/ incomplete/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ The M./ careful formed/ repetition/ rhythm/ foreboding/ Yarbois' white rubber body/ growling ugly face/ 5-circled head/ gruesome fanged teeth/ the white snow over the Kaon! Mtn./ The M.E.V./ the light circles the interior/ over-repeated empty hallways/ echoed/ inchoate/ hypoglycemic whiteness/ of the glass in reflected effigy/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked/ undergoes interpellation/ I have forgotten the case/ w/ careful ease/ it trembles visibly/ slightly/ slight blue-tinged numbness enters my cold cold mind/ Pianohead turns abruptly/ vibrant/ at the white abutment edge." 66. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'The problem was, + probably still is, just that there isn't enough victory to go around to satisfy our mutually ridiculously over-grown egos. Because we're all in favor of the poor and dedicated to the rise of the mathematics cartel in matters of state. Each of us has provided several folders of material to the others over the years to buffer our common cause, of course, + we're not fucking Super-Reversionists, always squabbling over the intricacies of the words to the fucking institutional anthem of all things.'/ One of Dr. M.'s pet cats, Hold-Me, walks up to them moaning in distraught fashion about something that has been concerning it. It's been doing this for days + Dr. M. is pretty much tired of hearing about it./ Dr. M.: 'A certain degree of willful ignorance, I admit, is required for my plan.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 67. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M. no!/ white/ mini-folds of dress semi-opaque/ the whiteness/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ her artificial pumping heart/ The Hyperbaric Ocean crashes against us w/ all its impotent implosive power/ snow-filled wonderland/ the stillness/ breathing/ moist lipped/ the steam rises up in contingent billows from her rubber artificial body/ her slowly pumping heart-muscle/ this desolate indistinct emptiness/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ Pianohead feels for a moment the peaceful affirmation of nothingness held tight against her/ encompassing/ crushing/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ the repeated rooms white white of The Aufbauhaus/ nevermind/ urgent/ aggressive/ the black paint of the numbers is chipped + fainted/ the faint-hearted now/ the brought-to-bear whiteness of morning/ #1025/ THE INTERPELLATION ROOM." 68. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O. O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 69. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O. O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 70. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 71. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Everywhere the white- + the white/ OK/ coming over/ coming thru us/ permeating our very pores/ + deeper/ the white/ each monadic pt./ there somewhere far over The Hyperbaric Ocean is a pt. of rest/ fixed pt. restfulness against which the waves crash crash intense mimetic/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ the sterile white abutment has returned upon his androgynous body/ crashing against still-born cliffs beneath them cold cold waves/ white-spittled pts. of white white/ complete monadic enervation white/ Capt. R. in the cockpit of The M.E.V./ tight-tight rubber manganese blue white cadmium red mask/ white polymeratomic helmet/ clear goggles over big big eyes round/ Dr. M.: 'I forgive you.'/ white noise pushed outward forceful/ his delicate eyes await w/ calm expectation/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Yarbois watches quiet/ Capt. R." 72. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Held tight by white rubber straps against white Yamabushi equipage/ big round black buttons/ mini-chaps black w/ white bird-pattern/ Capt. R.'s body goes pop pop against the implosion-tension/ the white snow/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ Pianohead screams/ Capt. R. follows w/ his eyes slowly the motes' balletistic pursuit/ the waves crash against them/ the white snow falls/ everywhere/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ Capt. R. frozen frozen against the implosion/ The Aufbauhaus/ white/ Pianohead screams/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ The Furies white-bodied ½-formed impotent/fast O O O O O O O Dr. M.'s white-armored body O O O O O O / Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 73. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. P. in white plastic dress armor w/ 8-asura headed head-piece/ the white plastic contours of the mask are stoic in their unmoving contemplation of the ice-filled landscape/ her uncentered eyes make their way over Capt. R.'s body/ so much that her lips twitch behind her white mask/ her fingers move uncomfortably/ Capt. R. tries to look away but it is all too much/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ the white snow blows against my face/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ my hands are numb/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ somewhere the ice fields in stoic calm/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ better to come here before the spring/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ to beat the crowds/ Dr. P. sighs/ The Yu-Hsieh, meanwhile, were held responsible for the defense against outside/competing factors. The setting in of the preparatory moment." 74. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Identical. W = (x:x is an ordinal #). Ordinal # iff segmental set. The chess-pieces maneuver; inclusion. a bhagavad gita b = (df) a the chess-pieces maneuver b (where a + b are ORD #s). Theorem of The Dolls Surrender: Every ORD # a is the ORD # of the well-ordered set W.a of all ORD #s bhagavad gita a. W is a class but not a set. (If it were a set it would contradict The Theorem of The Elaborate Machine). W; "0,1,2,…, w, …:; w = ORD N. Transfinite Recursion; the white concrete statues(x) = c(x, "the white concrete statues(W.x)"); a given function c; W * their O Oed boughs; W. Theorem of The Monsters Like Wind-Mills: (Principle of Transfinite Recursion)./ Ordered Union; (df) If A + B are 2 disjoint totally ordered sets, the ordered union "A U B"./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 75. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The C.A.M. II is vibrating imperceptibly. Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair. iii) Guard2: 'This is hardcore.' The White Snow/ #2./ the short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros/ Big Power/ out of joint/ unexpected/ brusque changes of rhythm/ sudden repetition/ endings/ ranges in its emotional implications from boisterous humor to brooding tragedy/ written in ¾ time/ Scherzi Musicali/ my white sleep/ is this how it ends?/ Capt. R. contemplated putting his own revolver to his head for the blow-up." 76. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) Capt. R./ his white body sits in the white chair/ combatants for monadic control/ Chamber Music- A Violin Sonata in C Minor, 4 Wine-Drinkers for violin, cello + piano, Meditations of Nursery Rhymes, Op. 114, for piano w/ violin ad libitum/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries/ the verticality of it/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ Capt. R.'s white Yamabushi uniform/ round buttons/ blue horizontal striped stockings/ white fake-fur leg-warmers on thighs/ white rubber mask over Capt. R.'s head/ 5 tightly formed balls from his head/ Capt. R. stares w/ pseudo-gaunt gaze into the veritable eyes of his 2 well-armed captors/ unexpected event forces/ nipped/ new fields of architecture/ blam blam blam!/ the quiet hits against Capt. R.'s head." 77. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "P.XIV: 'Before long we will be able to witness the visible effects. But now we must move forward into the reformation. Reversion carries the day.'/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ smile for me/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ but don't delay/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ the repetition of departures/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ the prolonging of returns/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ the cranes moan in anguish/ Capt. R. looks out over The Ice Fields thru round clear plastic goggles/ excerpt from the transcript of Meeting 01 of The Hachibushu: (where are our cooperative efforts might be formed into an aerodynamic piercing force)/ Mr. I. in medium gray overcoat w/ black outline/ mars black tight-formed rubber mask w/ medium gray lines disguising his face/ black round buttons, black plastic boots/ we all have our grotesque features to hide, dear." 78. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "II. Axiom of Elementary Sets. Backwards E Æ. Sets can be constructed out of sets. III. Axiom of Selection of Subsets (Aussonderung). Propositional functions can determine subsets of sets. (weakened comprehension). IV. Axiom of The Power Set. The screams of the children(a); set whose elements are all the subsets of a. V. Axiom of The Union. Ua; set whose elements are all the elements of the elements of a. VI. Axiom of Choice. (a priori The Theorem of The Fallen From Flight). Sets can always be completely broken up into pieces + reorganized; (?); (if its elements are not redundant). VII. Axiom of Infinity. Allows unlimited recursion. VIII. Axiom of Replacement. Upside Down A a Backwards E a' (a' metal glistens in the sun(a)); for all sets there exists another set in 1-to-1 corresp./ IX. Axiom of Foundation (Fundierung)." 79. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM/ if it were Capt. R. vs. The 3-Chrysanthemum Mtn. it could not be more indigo-shimmering ghostlike in its semi-opaque vivacity/ for this repose/ the implication of which seems more + more certain to be doom-filled/ horrible/ close your eyes dears/ but Capt. R. has faced such before + sucks on his tongue curiously/ forward forward/ it breaks into distortion/ or something prettier/ mini-vibrations of static calm/ what is this, Capt. R.?/ why have you come here/ + why do expect my careful navigation of the act's more resonant deployments/ both in my favor + against. I find these events, in fact, tedious, boring, to the pt. of suffocation." 80. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) ""= the princes' + the princesses' bedrooms A Upside Down U the princes' + the princesses' bedrooms B. ii) the princes' + the princesses' bedrooms (A Upside Down U B) = the princes' + the princesses' bedrooms A U the princes' + the princesses' bedrooms B, A = (a.i: i karma down the circular stairs I); $ A; the totality/(set); family of entities. $ a.i; the entities. $ where i is allowed to run thru the gardens indifferently. $ I; the index set/(the garden)." Capt. R.: "Anguish = (df) in chess, such that the pieces on the board are arranged that no possible move might bring other than defeat. Family; a totality in which there may be repetitions. Upside Down A; universal quantification; for all. Restricted calculus of predicates; formalization of logic of the foundations of set theory." 06. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "+ Pianohead turns the dial for a bit looking for pop pop p-pop pop, something flagrantly despotic/ myopic./ Pianohead: 'Thank you.'/ She adjusts the fit of her Medium Gray + Black-sq. patterned dress w/out straps to the oncoming beats of K. + D.'s "Speechless" which she likes because she can't find the time to split her head amidst the O O-by-O O detachment of her current schedule. + the drum + the bass of this particular miasma slows down her heartbeat by a couple of measurements, fills her beating body w/ the slow slow desire to drink oneself to a monadic coma-like static static numb + cold cold end. Black squares cover the Medium Gray background of her dress/ her White White skin/ sleep-deprived eyes/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "In the Weak Blue Pink White patterned mini-box are 25 minute Black rimmed translucent plastic spheres containing Weak Cobalt Blue Qingbai biomorphic miniature objects, The A.-Y.IIs, w/ an empty space labeled in Black minute letters "K.II.," arbiters of the defense via fake monadic manipulation: 1. A.II. A 3-fold classification. 2. B.II. W/out exception. 3. C.II. That drips from the blossoms. 4. D.II. The empty expanse. 5. E.II. Circle. 6. F.II. Marks-Of-Existence. 7. G.II. 5 aggregates. 8. H.II. Maintenance/ extinguishing. 9. I.II. Unbeliever. 10. J.II. Direct pointing. 11. -. 12. L.II. Iron millstone/ grinding to bits. 13. M.II. Of the 3 times. 14. N.II. Tube/ vessel/ vein. 15. O.II. That which contains. 16. P.II. 8-cornered structure. 17. Q.II. Mondo. 18. R.II. Hungry ghosts. 19. S.II. Immanent perfection. 20. T.II. Devoid of characteristics/ indivisible. 21. U.II. Food/ O O O Os/ paper money. 22. V.II. Indeterminate faults." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "23. W.II. 10,000. 24. X.II. Sober + impassioned. 25. Y.II. Vehicle./ C.A.M.: 'Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./'/ Captain R. appears withdrawn + quietly miserable/ in genuine bad shape. Pianohead looks back at him for a moment./ Pianohead: 'Oh, Gushamoto. I know you think you're suffering but it's all just in your head. Stop crying about it.'/ Capt. R.: 'What happened?'/ C.A.M.: 'Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless speechless speechless./ Speechless./ Speechless./'" 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'The end of the world by virtue of absolute paranirvana'/ could one in sound mind argue her stance?/ her upheaval?/ or would one be forced to bow like a dog one's head to the white snow ground + avoiding her careful poise her intent gaze bring the sad part to bear?/ Pianohead: 'Is that a happy ending?'/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ of The Aufbauhaus the whiteness/ victorious downfall/ the cold biting wind against his bared skin/ dramatic over The Snowy Fields/ imposing white + gothic fortitude against which Capt. R. admits: 'Yes, it is monstrous.' P.I grips her gaze intently at the white plastic floor mini-folds of dress semi-opaque against her rounded artificial flesh, while, behind her, Capt. R. stares vigorously past her down-turned shoulder into the barely extant reflection of his own black-stubbled plump-lipped face in the mini-reflective glass cubicle." 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'I- don't know. I've wondered that every day. I never forget, but I- ...I gave up hope that I would ever see you again, many years ago. I tried to pretend.'/ Pianohead picks up her Black wig + shakes it distinctly./ Pianohead: 'It's been many years now, Gushamoto. I'm tired.'/ Capt. R.: 'Yes.'/ Pianohead proceeds to promptly drop the Black wig on the metal divot-patterned floor./ Pianohead: 'Nevermind. I take everything back. The form of our actions is unclear.'/ Capt. R.: 'I always remain, in everything, in your service.'/ The Ryojusen, ringed round w/ brazen White ramparts on a sheer cliffside. 12 children Komuso have taken it for a home + undergo cultivation- 6 daughters + 6 lusty sons-/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "+ girls to the boys to be their gentle brides; now those lords in their protectors' company- w/ fumes of sacrifice + winds that pipe round hollow courts + all the night they sleep on beds of filigree beside their ladies. Here we put in, we must or perhaps will, nothing nothing. Captain R. looks around the room uncomfortably. The White snowy peaks stretch down to The Snowy Fields, protected from the monsters by strategic placement + well-armed battlements, + w/in this protectorate, still, its inhabitants undergo attempts to prepare themselves for reassignment to various outposts scattered around the world, where the front-line activities in pursuit of victory continue to take place. Whether there is any pt. to it is not clear to anyone, but they've long since ceased to concern themselves over the aspects of the struggle which are now out of their control + focus instead on ½-hearted mimetic constructions of calm." 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "+ the door closes behind the 2 lonely figures. O O O Os of plastic O O O Os all around + their multi-colored blossoms, O O O Oing distress./ Capt. M.: 'They encourage this. They're all for it. Hurrah! Hurrah!'/ The Imitation Capt. R. w/ eyes possessed by bitter wonder at the collapse of his heroes + his pretended districts, eyes possessed by disgrace + bereavement, eyes possessed by hunger for virtue among them gathered around him, reveal the thinly covered forms, in elegance cast out. Closed White doors that bask in emptiness + beckon, that occupies them, tempting disclosure. The Imitation Capt. R. looks briefly behind him into the eyes of the woman + they linger on his face w/out expression, hunger, + lifelessness. One hand raised to touch her forehead, bent slightly at the waist, + hand-on-hip posed bare shoulder pushed out toward him." 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "20 soldiers, armed to the teeth, stand guard outside the door, flor-de-doree artificial O O O O adorning their lapels. They wear Weak Permanent Red uniforms w/ Weak Indigo epaulets + rifles slung across their backs. A couple of them are humming an unrecognizable tune to themselves. All of them look a little bored + the general feeling is one of contrite distaste rather than regret./ The Soldiers: 'Hmmm, hm, hmm hmm. Hmm hm hm hm hmmmmm hm hm- Ada ver da la di ro ta, hmm hmm hm hm, hmm hmm hm. Hmm hmmm hm hmmm, hmm hmmm hm hm- hmm hm hm hm, hmm hmmm, hmmm hmmmm, hm hm hm hm, hmmm hm hm hmmmm.'/ The Semi-opaque walls look at the gathered soldiers w/ sage compassion./ Pianohead: (in the bedroom) 'To pretend that it was only the make-believe of my childhood.'" 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "But it isn't going to bring you to bed/ he ajusts his equipage + looks forward to the white plastic walls of The Reconstruction(10) Room/ let me guess/ Dr. M.?/ on the front of Insp. X.'s white polymeratomic robage/ bulbous, misformed/ in black ink eurostyle letters 'YOU SAY YOU WANT A ?.' / on the opposite side of the white plastic armor 'YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.'/ dim weak white overpowering light which light creeps underneath the screens/ they succumb, the qingbai mini-enervation/ owe me a favor/ the deference which it requests, expectations/ the inviting touch brings w/ it a calm religious/ bring you down w/ me? probably yes/ the urgency of the instilling hesitation lest a careless movement whisper disturb its sanctity. Some/ yes/ w/ all respect/ tactics/ Capt. R. being down forever + ever by the pounding/falling overlap of white white snow." 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead. Pianohead. Pianohead. Unsubdued embrace of comradeship or the oompha-bam-bam quick drop left of our adversarial positions. Looking like a haunted/ chased woman adrenaline-pumped beyond/ almost/ all recognition. It frightens me to look at her. Here it is- Pianohead plump lips/ Pianohead dark dark eyes/ Pianohead gaunt cheekbones pink w/ the cold. A gaze sunken into herself, because where is the rupture that has brought this pitched/ poignant moment to birth, if not in her very artificial pumping heart itself, + where have I decided that this obsessive mounting discomfort + vein-filling hunger will be brought to bear, if not in my cold cold rational mind machine-like-for-grace?/ Piano-head-ossoming/ The White Snow/ upon me/ forgetfulness but not forgiveness. Chin-up baby doll/ there is more fake residue in this arrangement than material circumstance." 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Courtier, Captain D., so young + one-time bold in Cadmium Red epauletted Cadmium Green coat Qingbai dress, gets to from the table in official fashion, + w/ Barium Red-Pink captain's hat on head, Black captain's bold-design insignia sharp Black buttons, saying goodbye to The Former Princess Unruly Hair The Princess, The Imitation Capt. R., Miramoto, politely. The former Princess Unruly Hair To Be Oh-So-Fragile watches him as he exits the large House of Joy room. He stops to talk briefly w/ one of the patrons + smiles at something that one of the men tells him. The former Princess Unruly Hair mirrors his smile pretendedly w/out taking her eyes from him until he is gone./ Pianohead: 'I think he is going to be wonderful.'/ IMCR.: 'Yes, aren't we all.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'Tell me, what type is that barren cold tree out in front of The Ryojusen?'/ Capt. R.: 'White Rubrus-agony. In a year this protectorate will be the envy of all its neighbors.'/ Pianohead: 'Whose fault is it anyway if it doesn't? We'll just do the best we can, carry on.'/ Captain R. grips the shoulders of Pianohead carefully. The O O O O of multi-colored plastic O O O Os. The Weak Blue Pink White patterned mini-box./ Capt. R.: 'I've come from far away. I've seen many things, I have so much to tell you. So bloody gory. A tale of 2 Pianoheads, VII + IX. I encountered The 8 Masteries contrived by Dr. A. That was in The City of Womanpower. I was lucky to come over as an intern for Mr. S.'s production company, operating as his assistant/ information expert.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'Captain V. came over on his own, fast as fast + just blowing thru, being chased like hotcakes by the O.F.M. + they were pretty much closing in fast at that point. Anyway, he knew Mr. S. from some past mishap + Mr. S. allowed him to hide out with us for a bit. It was wonderfully creepy, such horror. Fuck. In The City of Womanpower the koji cartel pretty much runs the city. The were giving us brief cooperation because we were providing them with updates as to the status of the merchant transportation corridors. Captain V. had visited The Doorless Iron House + confirmed Pianohead II's presence there. Nevertheless he was unable to unbind her. Dr. M. subjected him to numerous tortures before he grew bored with him + released him, for reasons which are at this point not entirely clear + abundant.'/ Pianohead: 'But what has become of us-? ...it's too late for all that now.'" 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Her discarded, untended, vapid body breeding the distress of its discomfort attracts his numb gaze-like aperture + attempts. Cast. 2 pretend make-believe, accustomed to the glaring bulbs of the room left behind. Is dark + numbs the eyes. Dim weak light which light creeps underneath the walls, + they succumb, the deference which it requests, expectations, + the inviting touch brings w/ it a calm religious urgency of the instilling hesitation lest a careless movement whisper disturb its sanctity. The Imitation Capt. R. in Medium Gray dress, petite tightly close coat, + Black buttons + the dark-haired woman, lit discretely./ She watches patiently as Miramoto makes his way thru the large White room. The cool air which resides in it/ a mausoleum vomiting in its own White, disinfected cleanliness, w/ the, + O O-like, tepid patrons engaged in quiet conversations." 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'I'm walking down the street + my heart goes boom! I hope you are happy or on your way there.'/ IMCR: 'I asked her, + needed the answer, 'Is that defeatist or is that holding your head up in the midst of tragedy?', but she didn't.'/ Pianohead: 'Never enough.'/ Smoke drifts languidly + in quiet anguish behind the calmly watching eyes of The Former Princess Unruly Hair The Princess + it drifts past them w/ the slowly moving grace of a ballet of disembodied ghosts./ Meaningless. Listening to the conversations mostly ignored. Their time idly as expensive decoration. Like still-blossoming O O O Os. Tender deception of chastity. + walk by/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Captain R. watches her as she walks absent-mindedly in a small circle distantly. The large round divot-circles filling the semi-opaque background of the plastic walls attempt successfully w/ great discipline to remain in near-complete stillness. They are keen to the twisted clarity of Captain R.'s humor. He has the same sort of comedic aspects as those of wallpaper patterns. His achievements are over-rated, though, the divot-circles always thought./ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O -.'/ Capt. R.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The grounds surround The Ryojusen in well-organized manipulation of space, designed to provide a buffer to the calm of the resolute undergoings of the main center. In the end this conflict will be resolved in the course of the pursuit of The M. Briefcase. The big climactic scene will go down a little slower than one would expect, but that will be balanced out by a little extra quickness in the initial exposition. + instead of philosophy the viewer will probably encounter a great deal of mathematics./ Pianohead: 'I've forgotten you Captain R. I know nothing about you. Tear me up. I wake to an emptiness as to your memory which is quite intentionally contrived. When I think of you it's only as a place-holder image for moments in my resolve + action which I have disavowed.'/ Capt. R.: 'No-.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Miramoto remains motionless + attentive/inattentive. The woman in the White dress + Permanent Violet hair (Pianohead V) touches her chin + lip/ closes her eyes but she holds ½-drunk glass of tea in hand, about to take flight, wonderfully, O O O Os, O Os, collocations of instilled/ reposed former swan-like miniature. She opens her eyes in astonishment. On the lt. of her head she wears a multi-colored O O O O of pretend O O O Os: Cobalt Blue Permanent Violet Venetian Pink Cobalt Green Cobalt Yellow Barium Red-Pink Barium Red-Pink Cobalt Yellow Barium Red-Pink Cobalt Yellow Barium Red-Pink Barium Red-Pink Permanent Violet, + on the rt. of her head she wears a multi-colored O O O O of pretend O O O Os: Venetian Pink Barium Red-Pink Cobalt Green Venetian Pink Barium Red-Pink Barium Red-Pink Cobalt Green Cobalt Blue Venetian Pink Cobalt Yellow Cobalt Yellow." 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The woman is w/ her Cerulean Blue hair pulled back into 12 circles on her head + miniature bodice waist bust pulled close tight by Oh-So-interlaced Cadmium Black straps from reflective metal circles from Medium Gray. W/ tiny arms revealed to the cool air of the room she leans back against the chair in discomfort w/ her body. She wears tight Black gloves on her arms. Her face is calmly defiant + proud behind the Black dog mask. Her Black hose runs up her legs. She looks at Miramoto/ The Madhyamika + The Imitation Capt. R. slowly turning away. P.VI/ The Ballerina Who Can't Dance./ IMCR: 'Perhaps later I will take it for granted like I do now but right now I'm walking around punch-drunk + Deflowerfucked thinking of the fact that once upon a time it did not exist + now it does.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 20. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ his body becomes cold/ the clear rubber mask over his head of-so-carbonaceous 5-circled hair/ black-stubbled cheeks/ big round eyes/ distorted features/ influential, directly challenging the status quo of the era's heady overblown un-restraint/ Dr. M. politely guided me thru the technic aspects of the apprenticeship, w/ a forceful but gentle hand. + for this I certainly owe him gratidtude/ or perhaps better gifts/ fall to the ground/ The White Room/ the driving force behind many of the latest features of The Plan/ a kind of religious calm preparing them/ I'm writing this song 'cause I'm a cowboy/ 'cause I'm just too drunk to care/ Capt. R. in white Yamabushi equipage, petite tightly close coat, + Black buttons + the indigo-haired orderly, lit discretely/ white cerulean blue cobalt yellow tight-strapped multi-pocketed spec-uniform." 21. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 22. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ the chair's resolute brilliance/ wailing/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ before Yarbois can look away Insp. X. comes close to its large forceful mouth + whispers: 'O O O O O O O O O.'/ perhaps he'll be better for it/ Capt. R. is vagely certain w/ growing unease that nothing short of a complete remapping will be sufficient to give them solid foundation for their current pursuits. It's not as if nobody saw this coming. But Capt. R. has learned to be patient/ Pianohead w/- + the white/ despite their negative effects The Pianoheads have imposed themselves as the power on the court/ here they are at Capt. R.'s hideout HQ/ broken/ the uniform specs are disciplined tight/ a boot write-up?" 23. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "+ then- style/ over us all/ decisions/ Capt. R. picks up the pieces/ 25 Defenders of The Princess/ Capt. R. can see now, almost, as if w/ x-ray vision powers thru the white walls of The Aufbauhaus/ the far-off clear distinct expanse of The Snowy Fields sloping far-off up to The Kaon! Mtns./ somewhere in those white fields The Maitri-House, it's 15 rubber-bodied blow-up doll Pianoheads/ I am only now-/ these great great bounds of sadness/ Pianohead: 'As if coming directly out of his body. What is this one?'/ Pianohead's tight mini-3-circled prussian blue hair bouncing w/ super-delicate reverberation/ Oh Pianohead/ Oh Pianohead/ minute-delicate-sleeved white red-patterned semi-translucent dress/ medium gray painted lips/ dark dark eyes/ we'll find some outpost, Pianohead, where we can escape, somewhere ½-way across the world/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes." 24. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'Pulverized stone ground tea: i) Measure one demi-tasse cup of cold water for each cup desired + pour into briki. ii) Heat until lukewarm. iii) Add one heaping teaspoon of Chrysanthemum Tea + sugar for each cup + stir. These amounts may be more or less according to taste. iv) Bring to boil over low flame, until foam is formed. v) Pour off the tea into demi-tasse cups. If more than one cup, divide foam into each cup + then fill cups to brim.'/ C.: 'Hmmm, how's the plan coming? You still playing?'/ Dr. M.: 'You know, C., not too bad.'/ Dr. M.: 'Yeah, fuck, I tell you what, they just can't stop me. It gets boring sometimes. Hmm. Bring it to victory.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 25. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "1) Wisdom of a Big Round Mirror, 2) Wisdom of Equality, 3) Wisdom of True Perceiving, 4) Wisdom of True Working. Light Blue eyes look at the sky. Innocence. No birds await. White O O O Os in the background. Bold Black outline. Sculpted bold + vibrant Black lines. Circles. Resonance. His fingers caress themselves intently. Skin pale + dry. Touched w/ undeveloped rheumatism in the cool moist air. Falling cheerfully from his tender, full, blood-hued lips. His friendly eyes gaze endlessly before him w/ both mourning for a battlefield + joy for the poignant faith + devotion, wonders. He looks ahead blindly into the Gray sky./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 26. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 27. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I'll give you a boot right up the ass/ boot-strapped to my better developing self/ fucked up beyond all recognition/ yamaoroshi/ woooooooooo/ Capt. R. tugs slightly at his rt. tight black rubber glove/ in-time/ out-time/ regarding overhaul, preferring instead, when remotely posible, to engage in a technique of adjustment/ refinement. The cutting away/ ii) burrowed somewhere far far away in The Ice Fields/ 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents/ Capt. R./ he watches w/ grim determination as Insp. X. makes his way thru the large White antechamber/ perform pieces of the theorem one-at-a-time until completion/ break-beat/ clear rubber mask pulled tightly over his oh-so-carbonaceous 5-circled head/ the toy action figure version of Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked has a special button/ when pressed he repeats: ''It's not the cupcakes that are going to get you, Inspector X. It's the mountains.'" 28. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M. laughs to himself + thinks, Ha, watch this!' + he settles down w/in his own head. He steps forward slightly toward C./ C.: 'Has anyone been granted as much joy as I have? Only to have parceled out his suffering in nice little miniature O O O Os of sadness? This I've gained + this I throw back at you, Doctor. There is little might left in me now, but I promise you I'll expend it towards the pursuit of the victory of the O O O Os, what come what will. + Doctor,- (pause) you'll never take me alive.'/ Dr. M.: 'Fair enough. To be honest, I never considered it.'/ C. looks down for a bit at his Cobalt Blue Cobalt Yellow + White Yu-Hsieh uniform w/ square Cobalt Blue hat in his hand./ Dr. M.: 'Tea will be served shortly.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 29. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Frozen against/ forming our bodies the monadic super-vibrations pulsating in miniature distinct collapse/ pop/ there it goes/ boom boom boom/ Capt. R.: 'I forgot. Shit, what else am I forgetting now?'/ The Haunted: everything/ dark-booming/ so close/ the approaching-/ where are The Furies now?/ Oh Furies I miss you/ the devil I know/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ not this collision of undefined structure/mass/ something executed in truly elegant style/ invisible/ irreversible/ undefeatable/ there it is- my picturesque waiting/ delicate/ I gotta pick up the pace, I'm missing-/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ slow-born/ w/ one hand down Capt. R. wipes the sweat from his brow/ cold/ the white/ the indistinct white reflections of the glass-cubicled surface/ are those faces grinning behind it?!/ no- not now/ perhaps/ Dr. M. at this pt./ perhaps/ OK." 30. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Haunted/ Capt. R.: 'Lieutenant E., I am the haunted.' Haunted, I believe it enters me thru the C.A.M. II, or perhaps it is more encompassing than/ in the monadic currents themselves/ mini-containment/ but, Pianohead, I believe, w/ almost complete certainty, to have pinpointed the C.A.M. II as the conduit thru which it enters me/ perhaps/ darling/ when you hear the mini-artificial prostitution of the monadic specs radiating outward from its carefully designed mechanical pt./ but we live in hope, Pianohead/ E. was a think-tank adviser for The Magnanimous 9, in their hopes that they might devise a concrete end-game to the inner-workings of the counter-governmental underworkings, looong before anyone else had even considered the non-spatial manipulation of monadic currents/ The Magnanimous 9/ but it reverberates slowly minutely in my head/ at times unnoticed." 31. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Present constant whenever I choose to direct my attention to it/ + at times rising up above the conscious level of experience to pull me into its careful patterns/ the existence of such possibilities/ a requirement for launch, a mandate from above, + its foreshadowing can be seen in every move since/ The Haunted/ Dr. M. had posted w/ uber-magnetic metallic pins plans/blueprints everywhere over the interior walls of the underground chambers of The Maitri-House/ the guestrooms he liked to call them comically/ mathematical proofs consisting almost entirely of the derivation of coordinates for lines/ curving bounded shapes that early in The Institute's tenure had been proven unconstructible/ white Yamabushi equipage, mini-coat + mini-chaps black w/ white bird-pattern/ though duty-bound I declined to mention this to Inspector X. + Dr. P./ 96 hours." 32. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 33. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 34. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "216 motes of dust fall upon her hand. + on her head. Miramoto's eyes remain fixed on the girl's weak reflection upon the glass, only unconsciously aware of the dark Gray-Blue cloud cover of the sky drifting past slowly + the numb unfeeling burden of the cold air's surrounding touch, reborn in the warm, well defended air of the bedroom. The Wire-Haired Girl. She removes the Prussian Blue coat draped around her, throwing it away on to the White sheets of the bed, + looks at the White walls w/ Dark Blue mascara decorated eyes + she walks on tiptoe in a desperate crashing circle, ½-heartedly pretending the feeble postures of dance, almost falling in listless numb grace, + she surrenders her body to its weak vertigo-drenched delight, but it is only momentary + she collapses suddenly into standing stillness, gazing out beyond the balcony thru the glass, the restless upset Hyperbaric Ocean." 35. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The cool air which resides in it/ a mausoleum vomiting in its own White, disinfected cleanliness, w/ the, + ghost-like, tepid orderlies engaged in quiet conversations/ over the mountain/ like some subtle refrain/ over-impovershed recluse-formed/ Yarbois settles back against the white rubber bindings + falls asleep/ white-flecked lips/ on white chest over each cold-nippled breast is weak black hair-whiskers/ amidst his pounding eardrums/ stubbled face + 3 black mini circles of hair/ a film of imitation-horror covers myopic eyes/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ Capt. R.: (whispered) 'While admiring your fortitude + intensity in this matter-.'"/ Insp. X.: 'O O O O O O O O O.'/ the short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros." 36. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The meaning of each stone or the form + architecture of the whole. + the birds scream. The queen sleeps, unknowing of the quiet conversation + unrest, grandiose. Choreographed. Black outlines. 36/46. The sweeping symmetrical form + the intrusion upon this symmetry. Color woodblock print. Ridiculous. His pale hands rest in the air beside him as he walks. Their windows delight in his quietly passing form. They refuse to touch. Misericordia. Playing. From the heights of their concrete balconies the weakly growing O O O Os. Blood flows from the vanquished. + he smiles joyfully. The O O O O. Like Glass. Like circular eye-glasses. The breeze passes thru caressing. Unnoticed. The bare + fervent street stretches w/out end. O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 37. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "She is wearing only large Manganese Blue rounded skirt dress Cerulean Blue sq.-patterned, multi-layered, falling around her legs to her knees translucent Weak Cobalt Blue stockings, 12 White circles on her head + darkened eyes, + tightly miniature Medium Gray mini-coat enclosing her weak arms w/ a row of Black round buttons coming up each side + shoulders almost-epauletted, + she frowns slightly as she, w/ certain dramatic tendencies but mournful + weary, too, peels off her small Manganese Blue gloves + lies on the White porcelain bed quietly, the Dark Blue mascara decorating her Weak Blue eyes, gazing in bored stillness at the White ceiling. She drops the gloves on the clean White beneath her. Miramoto takes a chair from the balcony overlooking The Hyperbaric Ocean, + he takes it inside to sit on beside the bed, in the company of the young girl w/ White delicately sculpted hair." 38. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead's white dress/ red patterned/ her artificial body/ 3-circled prussian blue hair/ indifferent to the posture/ compose of her medium-gray-painted lips/ dark dark eyes/ Ghosts/ OK, let's go get 'em/ bring 'em to the fore w/ shotguns/ untended/ magnificent/ weary/ Capt. R./ give them diamonds/ in the pejorative sense/ Pianohead, it hurts to look at you/ ice-formed fevered pitch/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ w/ one cold look Pianohead might accidentally bring down The Aufbauhaus/ AKA Cutie/ AKA The Former Princess Unruly Hair The Princess/ Inspector X. + Dr. P. + I helped ourselves to tea-time accoutrements/ well-calculated maneuvers/ patient/ polite conversation high in unspoken information-content/ eager youths move in unimpassioned glory/ fall to the frozen ground/ ghosts/ repetition of the major battles of The War of The Monads/ over/ + over." 39. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Glass buildings w/ vacant windows rise above him on both sides of the empty street. The City of Idioperception. O O O Os #3. O O O Os #13. O O O Os #10. O O O Os #11. O O O Os #6. O O O Os #5. O O O Os #10. O O O Os #12. O O O Os #11. O O O Os #7. O O O Os #8. O O O Os #11. O O O Os #8. O O O Os #7. Where have the O O O Os gone? Umbrellas protect the citizens of the district from the occasional attacks of the birds. + large wide-brimmed circular hats. Faces. The District of The O O O O. Teaheads. Ceremony. For nirvana + kicks-in-the-head. Their glass surfaces stare down at Miramoto impassively./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 40. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "C.: 'The effect is derived from the pure visual image + Mr. I. abandoned the communicative aspect of the project as unnecessary. My researches have as of yet left me unable to decode them. Fuck, getting any sort of prolonged peek at them isn't easy. They're pretty fucking rare + behind tight security. Mr. I. himself is difficult to interact with. But this is to be expected with you fuckers. So intent upon your own special moves! This is a hard line you've taken. There is much to regret in its pursuit. We didn't for a moment think that this world did not belong to us. We presumed that we too might partake in this. Who informed us of the difference? If we were to throw down the arms at our disposal the impact would be significant, perhaps even deserving of empathy. My decisions aren't played out yet +- +- such grace, + yet such fucking cheap despair to go with it. Damn you, after all.'" 41. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead prepares for a ball while listening to the sound of 3 voices projected from a metal radiometer attached to a semi-opaque plastic wall covered by close largely rounded divots + belonging respectfully to the mathematicians, Dr. W., Dr. G., + Dr. B., reporting from a temporary post in The Snowy Fields. At the moment they are arguing amongst themselves./ Dr. W.: 'O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. G.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. W.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'" 42. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Thru a white-isolation peak/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Capt. R. in his M-fashion blue red white Yamabushi equipage/ pierced himself carefully into Pianohead's flat image/ Capt. R.: 'So the man lies down + puts his head on the block + its eyes pop open big when the blade removes it from the body'/ signs in bright cobalt red courier lettering on the door white The Aufbauhaus/ the cold Snowy Fields air confined pushed against me/ lt. hand reached out/ '+ the samurai chops it off/ big bulbous popping/ the head immediately hops the 10 feet required'/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ main entrance in red all-caps lettering 'TOP SECRET!' 'KEEP OUT!' + 'TOP SECRET!'/ Capt. R. + Pianohead in The Big Horror Room/ polite conversation/ recorded by The Monadic Engine/ Pianohead against her white semi-opaque dress." 43. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Quieted by stillness. In the same attire. Their eyes from the blinding glare of the naked bulbs. The man + the woman walking toward Miramoto look past, ignoring his persistent gaze upon them, passionless eyes w/in their delicate Black frame. The woman's mask is bound tightly to her face by a Black plastic band clasped around the back of her head just below the binding of her listlessly modeled hair. Disguises her/ protects her from the attacks upon it, its Black pristine contours accentuating her naked lips. She walks slowly like a porcelain doll come to life./ Repose. Which surrounds them + the horror which it reveals to them. Just behind Miramoto walks the woman wearing the Mars Black gloves + Ivory Black mask. She watches the thick fabric of his Medium Gray skirt against the backs of his knees w/ his movement." 44. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "IMCR: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ + Black almost-transparent stockings from Black-polished slippers. Miramoto's short White hair pulled tightly into 5 collapsing circles. To be oh-so-fragile." 45. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. W.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. B.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O –'/ Dr. G.: 'O O O O O –'/ Dr. B.: 'O O O O O O O O O O!'/ In her large-brimmed Medium Gray Black square-patterned dress Pianohead traverses the room in quite the manner of a ridiculously fat man ambling off into the various distances available to her, as her nervous waiting continues, + she clutches the handle of a minute box w/ Weak Blue Pink White pattern tightly before setting it down beside her Black hugely 3-circled wig + a O O O O O O on the table, adjusting the fit of her dress. The door knocks softly." 46. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "For Pianohead. Capt. R./ The ? repairs a wire-line receiver on the outskirts of the Ryojusen area, in white Yamabushi equipage w/ white rubber eye-patch over rt. eye/ i) Capt. R.: 'Oh no. I'd like to design an irresolute formless disposition of my opening moves.' She didn't reply. I am a pretty man. I am a good man, + yet somehow my cold sweat was running down my arms in one-by-one small circle beads, falling occasionally to the white floor below the white light. I was just hopelessly heart-broken by my best-ever girl + business associate. Just this morning I had arrived after a 20 year absence- I had exceeded expectations/ or so I thought. The white flecks of snow hit vigilant + hard against me/ Capt. R. purses his lips in numb circumspection/ delightful (caustic)/ P.II the least of my concerns now/ because somewhere out here there's a wire-line receiver in distress." 47. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Red O O O O/bird pattern/ of the attack/ 'the head pop-pop-pops over to the stone step + bites it, of a sudden, piercing its super-strength teeth deep into the rock'/ Pianohead + I pulled/ w/ all the intense ego-driven psych-musculature at our disposal at the many-directioned competing monadic lines at play/ 'the head smiles at its achievement, its bite so hard in fact that it leaves rather deep indented marks'/ Pianohead surveys The Big Horror Room in tense motionlessness/ as if pushing a miniature muscle-bound baby out thru her cunt/ Capt. R. places his rt. hand against his stomach/ black oh-so-carbonaceous 5-mini-circled hair/ The Aufbauhaus well-formed holds them tight/ the white Snowy Fields kept carefully at bay. Capt. R. directed his eyes over to The M. Briefcase/ his lips didn't so much as quiver/ his eyes dilated convulsively boom-boom/ returned to calm/ 'Out here. It is snowing.'" 48. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead + Capt. R. Goodbye Party: The Big Horror Room/ The Aufbauhaus/ ??.??.??.??/ 4:34 am. Stuck frozen mouth-gaped/ yes blissful ignorant/ hurrah!/ Both Capt. R. + Pianohead are quiet for a few moments/ mouth deep closed down-turned up-turned eyes/ Capt. R./ thank you/ Capt. R.: 'climbing Mt. Amnesiac to its peak'/ where before it was bitter + tonic/ lapsed orange mandarin vodka/ super-distilled clear frozen -Ach/ ubergasmic in cold clear calm quiet/ Pianohead, don't suck on your lips w/ me/ the frozen ice-formed moment/ trophy wife/ 'mind where you point that meat stick'/ lips plump poised/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Pianohead: 'I put an ad out in the classifieds for a replacement but so far nobody qualified has answered it'/ Capt. R.: 'I was offered that opportunity, you know damn well'/ lips glistening moist painted medium gray." 49. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. M.: 'This gives them this. With which to look down at the walls which confine them. We have many kinds of heroes, of course, but we tend to obsess most over those which confront death. These are the heroes which become the most heroic. How much would we care for them if they held back, afraid, from the horrors demanded of them? What would come of us?'/ The Former Princess Unruly Hair The Princess, O O O O O O O O O, stares at Miramoto. The smoke of her cigarette drifts behind her listlessly. He looks down + smiles ridiculously. + man w/ crazy eyes walks past their table w/out looking at them, his eyes piercing the cement of the floor in agitation, + the walls bellow + beckon w/ words of endowment endpoint as in the color of the indicator Endymionesque boredoms wonderfully/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 50. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The room is brightly lit + full of glaring, naked bulbs. The light hurts his eyes, w/ a gentle headache + restlessness. The air is slightly cold./ Pianohead: 'What had led to this. Yamabushi aO O from the practice by the districts of recruiting soldiers from amidst the ranks of the mathematicians + appropriating institute land + structures for military purposes, resulting from the dissatisfaction of the ministries at the drain on resources + manpower that the mathematical ranks had become. Intended as a blow to sectarian power it resulted conversely in their co-opting of secular power thru integration. Land reclamation system/ water conservancy works: Yamabushi, while not fighting, were encouraged to grow crops in military colonies.'/ The Wedding Portrait./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 51. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: (from behind the door) 'May I come in?'/ Pianohead: 'Yes, yes, come in.' (hesitantly)/ Captain R., tensely nervous, stilted, in Black + White Yamabushi equipage enters, door held open for him by one of the Weak Permanent Red uniformed/ Weak Indigo epauletted soldiers w/ air-rifle slung across back, + Captain R. holds a O O O O of plastic multi-colored O O O Os to his chest, eyes intent upon Pianohead./ The soldier looks in after Pianohead + Captain R., who are just making their way slowly forward, door open + the cold air + his partners waiting for him outside./ The Soldier: (mumbling under his breath) 'There's what she's been missing. We don't know anything about that.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 52. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The white cold room/ indistinct/ indifferent/ lt. hand for fruits + desserts/ coy miniature/ so now that you have me in your clutches/ so now that the white snow has begun/ forgotten uber-radiometered momentum/ thru the C.A.M. white noise super-quiet pounding/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ the white snow falling/ rendered indifferent to the blueprinted mapped out plan of Dr. M.'s cold methodical moves/ fruit-pointed dessert/ I know- the heavy headache/heartache, overbearing. The cold cold morning. There are things to be done this morning, to take care of. There will be party favors/ there will be quick explanations/ cold distilled polite reminders/ + at this point/ lips poised, Pianohead/ cold, frozen/ I've damn near given up/ don't act like you've already fucking won me/ like some la-di-da tramp you picked up on second thought/ white red blue Yamabushi equipage." 53. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "IMCR: 'My memory of having these conversations is quite vague. I didn't begin going back + listening to the recordings until recently. From what I can gather as a young girl w/ O O O Os there are actually two conversations taking place which intermingle, one that is with some delicate devil-like personage, + the other which is with several quite-intelligent + well-mannered flies. Much of it is indecipherable- I often mumble quietly or spew out random litanies of words. The idea of it, though, is that I go on endlessly complaining about the O O O Os. During the day I continued to sit out on the balcony drinking tea, but I often became drowsy from the heat + I would fall asleep mid-cup. At the time, though, I was convinced that it was really happening + that I was really surrounded by Yaksas + Asuras who were at war with one another. I waited patiently.'" 54. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 55. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 56. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "A couple of decades ago, if, as Captain R. + Pianohead were, you were a resident of The O O O O O O O O O O O O O O w/ any amount of education you could see a clear line to domestic tranquility: Successive generations of children would out-earn you + clamber rapidly up the class ladder. You would be a mathematician, an administrator, etc., but always adhering politely to O O O O O O O O O. Your head of state was a distant smiling non-interfering old + disillusioned man. W/ a growing economy w/ a few visible people drawing clean lines to progress, the O O O O O O O Oiniana comfortably believed in the O O O Os. The educated classes received culture: it swooped down from The City of Idioperception or a vague international metropolitan place + promised much. This class saw its place as the last phase of a temporal historical process which provided an indispensable guide to organizing life." 57. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "It made you top dog, thanks to a thoroughly modern idea that arrived in The O O O O O O O O O O O O O O fully-formed from The Institute of Mathematics + Implosion. But this self-image, this polite, conformist Chrysanthemuminiani so prevalent for a time, was unsustainable. It is easier to live on the faith that modernity will take you forward if you are comfortably buffered by a compelling history that justifies this world view + stable, complex institutions that act as guarantors of one's misperceptions. In The O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O these are luxuries./ Re-buttoning her dress Pianohead places the O O O O of plastic multi-colored O O O Os which he gives her on to the table. She turns away from him. It is still way too early in the morning. The Weak Blue Pink White patterned mini-box sits on the table." 58. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Former Princess Unruly Hair The Princess slides a tight paper-wrapped cigarette from its small metal delicate box, + draws. The former Princess Unruly Hair resides in The Widow's Peak of The O O O of O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O./ Pianohead: 'Il Faut Prendre La Vie Gaiement Ou Se Bruler La Cervelle.'/ IMCR: 'Vsekh Ne Proebyosh.'/ Pianohead: 'Ah! In French, in French! You can tell at once we're in high society! …..'/ IMCR: 'Yes. Both of those were true." Pianohead: "I wasn't certain whether to believe them. There were always wonderful stories floating around about you, but they often turned out to be unfounded.'/ She touches the Black squared pattern on her dress-suit." 59. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 60. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Mini-explosioned for the worst of us/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Capt. R. white-contoured/ before- before-/ Capt. R. + Pianohead in The Big Horror Room pretend to bring into conception the mutual undertaking/compromise required of them staring intently, as if to avoid each other, at the multiple forward gazing plastic artificial heads in their glass cubicles/ Yes. The question could've been posed more politely, but I am not one to make particular claims on this pt./ the 2 of us converse in a white room/ just do it vs. the void of victory/ where, before, the well-intentioned aspects of our plan seemed to guide us + bring to a degree confidence/righteousness, now, at this pt., billowing somewhere past respectability, we looked around us in the far-flung air only to discern the complete wonderment/ the billowing billowing full-force-." 61. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead on a morning White balcony of The Ryojusen, eyes focused urgently on something unseen. Everything she touches turns to diamonds. Pale beauty sleeps among lazy O O. The Ballerina Who Can't Dance stands next to her, looking old for her age, serious dark + weary eyes consumed indecently by the landscape which enters them. She hungers. Her dark eyes twitch on occasion, the complicated White straps of her dress enfold/embrace her body tightly. The Ballerina Who Can't Dance never escaped the primary plotline of The M. Briefcase drama, despite her hard-earned intentions. On one of the White straps are the partly obscured letters "-AR-" + "OST" in Black + the 2 competing protrusions of her Black wig pointing out from the edges of her forehead, cool + composed, signify her utter nihilistic exactitude. She waves her finger around at Pianohead like a shotgun eagerly." 62. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Replacing one another at 5 sec. intervals/ gives me a headache the pounding + all/ quickback/ small variation/ it's a pusher/ IMAGE 49- IMAGE 23- IMAGE 49- IMAGE 23- IMAGE 49- IMAGE 23- IMAGE 49-./ Pianohead wanted Insp. X. to change over the O.C.M./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Insp. X.: 'The Hyperbaric Ocean, my friend. Think of The Hyperbaric Ocean as closely as you can- in perfect close detail. As close as your powers of concentration can achieve. This I impose on you. Your new secret name: Gushamoto.'/ white-stubbed hair/ wearing white bicycle-riding outfit w/ large black buttons/ white ruffles/ white slippers/ bared baby forearms held tight by white rubber arm warmers/ to the Madvillain cartoon, + you/ somewhere over the-/ but thus far he refuses, distracted by these 2 images." 63. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "P.VI: 'God-damn princesses.'/ Pianohead scrunches up her face in defiance. She is NOT going to stand for rebukes. Her Black square-pattern Medium Gray dress enfolds her delicately, + mentally she prepares herself for her task as she looks forward on + bows slightly to gaze impertinently at The Ballerina Who Can't Dance letting her outer nerves be drawn further out into the cold. Her metal feet stand against the cement balcony impatiently + tall mountains stand behind her. She turns around for a moment to look back at the doorway to The Ryojusen. Before her, waiting for her, blowing wind at her face w/ unapologetic force, lies the White expanse of The Snowy Fields. If the construction of patterns were the intent of her program now, she might find it difficult, against the competing forces + vertigos at work/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 64. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "½ of Pianohead's face is puffy w/ a black lt. eye Red-Pink tinged cornea + a deep scratch runs under her rt. eye. Her tight Prussian Blue hair in 3 circles. Her quiet voice is slightly choked w/ constricted throat./ Pianohead: 'Dr. M. got it.'/ P.VI: 'How did you- where was it? How did you find out about it?'/ Pianohead: 'I squeezed G.-A. IV for the whereabouts.'/ P.VI: 'G.-A. IV? That's impossible. He's not a squealer, he's-.'/ P.VI/ The Ballerina Who Can't Dance approaches Pianohead against the edge of the morning White balcony w/ her Black wig composed as fuck w/ 2 protrusions pointing to the side outward from her head/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 65. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "+ miniature bodice waist bust pulled close tight by Oh-So-interlaced White straps from reflective metal circles from White dress w/ short poofy skirtage. She wears tight Black gloves on her thin arms. Black hose runs up her slightly plump legs./ P.VI: 'The existence of The Institute is identical to the existence of a civil community, as is that of the state; hence, those men + women who defy the institution, like YOU you little dog, are akin to those who repudiate their duty to the Grand Supreme Potentate + Ultimate Generalissimo. Thus, members of such organizations as yours are regarded by certain of our theorists as seditious rebels who have put themselves in a state of war with the sovereign power.'/ Pianohead/ Formerly the child Princess Unruly Hair's head holds carefully metal barrettes attached to 23 plastic O O O Os: Indigo Cobalt Blue Cobalt Yellow Oh-So-Pink Venetian Pink." 66. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "From a white blank mask let me know when, uh, you know/ looking outward solemn misdirected eyes/ Pianohead folds her bare arms/ so Inspector X. meanders off over to a black metal seat in front of The O.C.M./ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ Insp. X.'s bulbous misformed body covered by white polymeratomic -chod armor/ unbeing-ed/ Pianohead, in her black little girl's dress w/ 3 white fake fur balls, shifts uncomfortably in her chair/ 3 prussian blue circled hair/ sleep-deprived eyes/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ Insp. X.: 'He succeeded.'/ directs his attention to it uniquely/ careful inspection/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ more fucking noise/ feels herself up/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ Dr. M. in The MCPFG covered in white snow/ The Wire-Haired Girl shivering as she sucks." 67. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Insp. X.: 'Su corazon se iba llenando.'/ Dr. P.: 'De alas rotas y flores de trapo.'/ Capt. R.: 'So the story of the poverty-imbued Ur-unit, not having been resolved, continued on. Rule #8: Tautological nature of the proof of the denumerability of the rationals, this being The Array of Toy Soldiers Proof, (L'Extension du Domaine de la Lutte II). The king, distraught, called together his advisers, so that they might help him to find The Ur-unit of The Broken Mini-BwO. Trees, or at the very least to ascertain his existence.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 68. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "OK/ something I don't care to care too much about/ but a good whirring cry never fails to get me/ + so w/ one last hopeful turn to look back behind me at the white snow falling over the ice-formation landscape of The Ice Fields Capt. R. allows The Ryojusen to disappear from perception or some kind of phenomenological impact/ for all intents + purposes now one the many imaginary aspects of his existence which both horrify + comfort him. How's that for ambiguity?/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness/ Capt. R. tongues his lips thoughtfully, head covered by white rubber taut mask over the contours of his rugged oh-so-carbonaceous-black-whiskered face/ big round eyes behind clear plastic goggles/ but the question now is one more of interpellation/ can Capt. R. correctly defend his actions for the defense?" 69. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. looks grimfully over the white frozen landscape/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked w/ 5-circled black hair/ The white light's persistent glare/ white/ clear plastic helmet/ light-reflecting chair/ disquieting the stillness the whiteness/ or is Capt. R., in pointed fact, one in a miniature series of failed Yamabushi/ forfeit/ Capt. R. at this moment cannot determine in any but the most complete + consistent sense. Pianohead: 'We recognized a correspondence between certain aesthetic developments + the disappearances so we set about to exterminate all the excessive prettinesses from the world.'/ Capt. R. rumbles thru the cold snow-encumbered cartography in fake fur short-pant (¾) jumpsuit w/ hood, large black rubber boots, white rubber mask, + O.I.-mini-pack strapped tightly to his back/ bouncing slightly w/ his step/ the chair's resolute brilliance/ wailing." 70. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O, her uncovered metal feet + her Medium Gray dress-suit w/ Black squared pattern plays against her body./ Pianohead: (to herself) 'Maybe I like to beat up on old men. A few things disturbed me about it actually.'/ Pianohead looks down at her hands which seem to be still, but the rest of her body is moving in unexhausted exhaustiveness, held tightly only by the remaining confines of functional grace + significant Black square fictions." 71. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "+ she remembers suddenly the corpse broken, ruined eyes popping out in surprise, pieces of blood + sweat + flesh. Her eyes aching fall slowly over The Snowy Fields + the downward reaching pattern of the snowy mountain's ridge-worked surface, indifferent to her sorrows, which doesn't matter so much because the White cold cement doesn't actually go anywhere. "They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha Ha" gives way to "99 Tears" over the C.A.M. in the same way that tract homes + re-designs occasionally give way to institutional corrections passing on by weirdly. The Snowy Fields are, yes indeed, new + bold + beautiful, + confident that nothing in the world can stop them. + maybe they're right. Pianohead grips the White painted metal rail a bit too hard, not having prepared herself for this moment. Ex at noon + tax." 72. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "P.VI: 'They're using it as storage now, but before the year's up the whole place will be converted into the east wing of the planned expansion of The 9GC Building. The protest was in full cry.'/ Pianohead: 'I arrived there in May + stayed till November. It was called the Ransom Humanities Research Center then. Have I shown you the theorems?'/ The Ballerina Who Can't Dance is indomitable, machines always frightened her, though. Her White multiple-strapped dress w/ Black wig is too nauseating to justify the vanity she feels for it. Criss-crossing White straps go across it in some sort of new-wave spastic pattern, + the Black letters in disrupted visibility ("DOX LO") disrupt 4 perfectly acceptable epaulets. She slept this morning, even, in this dress, wig, + her pathetic attempt at slippers/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 73. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 74. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. in the real world/ or as real as it gets/ for this boy/ 'I' LOVE (in red) 'THE ROCKS'/ to grip/ bust open/ in all 3 aspects of the word/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ Insp. X. (white bulbous anti-chod armor misformed over his large body/ an inspector of the good parts/ coy dresses pantyhosed/ panties wet w/ both perspiration + pre-cum/ sniff): 'He was somewhat vain.'/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM/ Insp. X.: 'He always was, + I told him that to his face.'/ P.VIII's white blue pink rubber dress w/ ½-mask over her chest large round dark nipples 'I' LOVE (in red) 'THE ROCKS'/ I probably think too much about the white sleep./ pushed up to the upper curve of her thighs/ into the empty stillness of the white room/ quiet." 75. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Slippers, truly, that any true fetishist would reject outright, but the way her wig sticks up disheveled-like in 2 outward projections is pretty god-damned fashionable so it's alright. She picks up the C.A.M. + adjusts the frequency./ Pianohead: 'MF Doom rumbling in my empty stomach. A micro-version. The ill-colluder. Monsterphile MF Doom once said, "Dr. M. will get you if you don't watch out."'/ The Ballerina Who Can't Dance whispers something inaudible. Pianohead laughs quietly. The cold air works against her Black hosed legs as the wind howls. She carries a decorated box w/ handle Weak Blue + Pink + White in Black-line I-Hua depictions of The Birds of Super-Reversionism./ Pianohead: '+ that's former princess, cunt.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 76. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Distant/ Insp. X.'s white masked polymeratomic face pushed up/ tongue gripping powerfully/ BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM…/ w/ quiet mechanical music behind it/ somewhere over the-/ this quiet pretty breaking pt./ he mocked me forbiddingly/ Insp. X.: 'But I admired him-' + still do- we all do./ the seriousness of everything as the big-clouded clear sky becomes a western drama picture w/ villains/ virtuous pretty princesses w/ big hair/ hemlines/ cocaine or something like it courses thru my body/ the whiteness/ over-powerful/ so distinct/ archaic/ the serious way it imparts this information does nothing to reassure him but his nerves are calm nonetheless in nevermind-fashion/ + fall-from-me gracefulness/ big billowing over-coursed/ white cum pumps into me/ Insp. X.: 'Respected him. In certain aspects.'/ there in the big Snowy Fields Capt. R. w/ only his C.A.M. II." 77. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R./ The ?/ careful to remain mindful of his meat-sac awkward delicate existence/ a certain cold runs thru his veins/ the warm + clammy point of her eyes had a bored distracted aspect, + from it I could feel the plastic wonderment of the moving-on. Or maybe not. This unwelcome image/ blue-ish qingbai light makes its way thru his clear plastic goggles/ indefinite/ he checks the tightness of the cinches on his pack + his white rubber mini-coat/ 'umbrella mntn./ where my heart has gone/ my heart beats cold/ my heart beats o-ver you'/ nostrils open up somewhat too powerful adrenaline-induced by the freezing gripping pain/numbness of the cold air/ something clear potent pushing its way into his body/ fairly certain now that The Hachibushu can go fuck themselves w/ whatever remnants of their plans/ schemes/ + architectures for nothingness they perchance to have left to them." 78. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "P.VI/ The Ballerina Who Can't Dance. Black wig w/ 2 competing outwardly projecting protrusions on her head + miniature bodice waist bust. Oh-So-interlaced White straps. White dress. Black gloves on her thin arms. Black kung-fu slippers. Black hose. She fingers The 120 Machine on the White ornate table, a small White cube vented by a row of lines covering ½ the top surface + preceded by 3 rows of engraved symbols. The mechanical device is covered in its entirety by inlaid patterned glass. One ridge circumvents it + a tight lined gap breaks up one side. From the vents comes a quiet hum./ The 120 Machine: 'Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm.'" 79. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'I was guided in many ways, early in my career, by Inspector H./ The Man of The Radiant, who introduced me to the advantages of accessories-after-the-fact. Inspector H. had this habit of closing his eyes vigorously when working out in his head a particularly challenging problem. His construction of The Koshimaki-Osen stands as one the prettiest m. formulations I've observed, + was the first to firmly make me open-mouthed in that desire to consume your awe with physical certainty. Without him I might not have beaten those early attacks.'/ Dr. M. sits w/ The Monadic Engine drinking tea, conversing to it somewhat didactically./ Dr. M.: 'The Hachibushu came into existence during the early stages of The Antebellum (The 8 Guardians/ Defenders of The Law).' O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 80. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'Alice Underground. Alice Underground always said she hoped it didn't take too long. Of all The Hachibushu she was the least committed, the most attached to those fictional qualities which happened to interest her, but also the most powerful + the most unique in the mathematical constructions she would manipulate, +, by random chance, also the kindest + possessed of at least the 3rd best sense of humor, though it was a bit dry + nonsensical. Mr. I./ The Man Behind The Curtain. It's not that I'm afraid of him. I stand with Dr. P. on that one, in confirmation of the belief that Mr. I. is at heart harmless + inconsequential. I AM fucking afraid, but that's not the point. The point is we'll face him, horrible or not, + he is fucking horrible, but for the moment a consideration of him as a light-hearted diversion would be perfectly appropriate + acceptable.'" 07. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: (in her head) 'I know this could have turned out better than it did. Everything has its place. The more we give him free reign the more certainly he'll fall into the traps we've set for him. They weren't there before. It wasn't really this sort of game then, anyway. They lined up their defenses expecting a Korzikova attack, that much is clear. Disinformation. Cult VIP. Hung + drawn. Cut + wrapped. Agony + ecstasy. Bound + flogged. Out + about. Gladrags + goodiebags.'/ A fake White porcelain woman in fine White cambric dress w/ a pattern of circular holes revealing White porcelain well-contoured body opens the gated garden doors of The Aufbauhaus to Pianohead + introduces her into the White concrete walls + the White concrete foyer, in which White plush cushioned benches line the waiting area/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Aufbauhaus Guard #5 (in White ceramic armor w/ tight Black circles + a Medium Gray + Black robotic cat-head) + Aufbauhaus Guard #1 (in White ceramic armor w/ tight Black circles + a Medium Gray + Black robotic cat-head) stand firmly to each side in lieu of the 4 heavily armed Arrays that they really ought to have. But The Wire-Haired Girl's tough shit + anyone wanting trouble is going to have to answer to her above all. She enters the foyer dressed for the weather in a White mini-dress w/ Black circles + a White military-fashion mini-coat w/ in Black centered letters 'I SURVIVED THE WAR OF THE MONADS' w/ White buttons ½-sleeved, w/ White 13-short-stubbed-protrusioned wig. Dr. M. + The Wire-Haired Girl have been doing jobs together now going back about 4 or 5 years, enough so that they don't need to talk much to get their plans laid out in sequence." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl takes them deeper into The Aufbauhaus./ Pianohead: (in her head) 'But that's just me. When they come to me, + set me up before The Big Lights against the white wall with black horizontal lines + they're glaring into my face like the revelation of something important, + one of the attendants assigns me a number, maybe 2967367593 or something like that, I'm going to say I extolled it till I drank my bitter cup of coffee to the dregs, + they'll look at me + say, "Yes."'/ Pianohead wears a large/thick warm Indigo overcoat w/ Black buttons + across the middle in Black letters "MAENADWEAR04" + Weak Oh-So-Pink fake fur headwear, Black short rubber gloves. She gathers up the ratios of The Aufbauhaus as she enters the White hallways of its keep. Pianohead follows the fake White porcelain woman w/ quietly violent eyes." 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "A scene of horrors. The fake woman takes Pianohead by the hand as they follow The Wire-Haired Girl. Her White fake hair styled into 4 Joy-Of-Living-bulbous-constructions, White mouth open in circle-shaped disbelief of Pianohead's misguided actions. The Wire-Haired Girl walks ahead of the 2 blank-faced./ Princess Unruly Hair The Princess was pretty much ignored by the critics + popular media alike in her own time. It was her 26 Series which made her reputation. At first she used the images as a means to constructing an elaborately coded language by means of which she formed messages, but she quickly realized that the power of the system resided in the system itself + cut out the images entirely, to the greatest extent possible, leaving only a tightly rule-based formation of programmatic relationships." 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'I understand completely.' You will masticate me in your saliva for the sake of your comfort. Poor little rabbits. Do you know where you're heading? On the side-table to the rt. a black rubber rabbit ½-mask. I put one hand on my wrist, lowered my head, I have nothing but everyone's best interests in mind, it would tear my mind bodily to pieces to hurt anybody at all, though w/ one's back against the wall anything might happen. This is the slow going down radiant everywhere. You must keep focused when you're on the move. The cold empty Maitri-House interior/ The O.C.M. I didn't find Inspector X. so comical on this particular day. His well-timed quips + over-serious demeanor fell flat w/ little resistance. The white light bouncing around the white plastic walls of the room everywhere. The careful etched images. Inspec-tor X." 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OO O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ The White walls of The Aufbauhaus Garden are periodically marked by the protrusion of White-painted steel-girded electric lamps, ornately w/ fine-tuned precision decorated by engraved patterns, which w/ powerful projection give White light to the multi-colored plastic O O O Os against the light slow falling of the White snow + the Medium Gray cold skies above. Pianohead places her hand on her clear rubber skirt hugely billowing thru which pops periodically her white rubber petticoats in faux mini-O O O Os/ turns her head adjusting her Black on Medium Gray patterned semi-opaque blouse." 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. can only hope it chafes ½ as much as the new black rubber adida ice-boot rubbing against his rt. heel/ pushing his way forward against the whiteness. Oh yes, I've been hungy. Still to be determined. OK/ there are repairs to be made/ more office remoteness/ how many other poor bitches watch the snow fall over themselves, their workstation, the cramps in their fucking toes from the ice-cold, as they sit at their air-conditioned desks data-entering, filtering, fuckers/ how deep? Was I falling?/ was my inbox filling up w/ meaningless beauracratic contraptions designed pointedly to drive my sorry head to edge of its firm grasp of reason?/ perhaps/ Capt. R. doubts that anybody other than his own one-pointed person ever cares/ + even re that assertion he has his certain creeping doubts/ the chod-dispersion?/ little hope of that." 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Theorem of Her Robes of Mourning (principle of transfinite induction); Like a child he gazes upon her is a well-ordered class, her mournful downcast eyes is any class. Upside Down A x ((x Princess O Os Upon Her Grave turns away like a child he gazes upon her + like a child he gazes upon her.x the O Os wail triumphantly her mournful downcast eyes) :=: x Princess O Os Upon Her Grave turns away her mournful downcast eyes) :=: like a child he gazes upon her the O Os wail triumphantly her mournful downcast eyes. Primitive Recursion. Course-of-Values Recursion; (the metal beneath(0) = a; (where a is a given #); the metal beneath(n+1) = c(n, "the metal beneath(0), the metal beneath(1), …, the metal beneath(n)"); (where c is a given function)). Sequent; an element in X which comes immediately after all elements of Y (where Y the O Os wail triumphantly X)." 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M. sits in awed wonder before the glass contours of the Gerolsteiner mineral water bottle. Its circle-divot pattern surface looks back at him longingly w/ his own image. He's caught in particular by the somewhat barren attempt by his minute Black whiskers around his lips to make their presence of note. 'Yes, he thinks calmly, I am the best mathematician of the century,' + w/ a sigh he throws down a gulp of some bubbles. Dr. M. + Pianohead sit at White-painted iron table in The Aufbauhaus Garden. Pianohead rests her hand just above her miniaturely plump belly, lips pursed defiantly. Dr. M. closes his eyes. Pianohead ½-smiles w/ full fetish-purist-epicurean lips pinkish + subdued against the cold fucking air. Her body glistens w/ minute specks of White snow. Her blouse above her White rubber petticoats/ clear rubber-formed skirt is Medium Gray semi-opaque w/ big Black round buttons." 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "W/out which Dr. M. would certainly be sitting pretty. He imagines he's gnawing at her lips./ Dr. M.: 'The former Compositor smiles kind of funny. He told me to grease the hinges on the doors monthly because that can be a problematic effect of the local weather patterns. Says to do it with the best oil, otherwise it won't come out right. But he had been here since forever, anyway, retired here after The 12 Chromate War where he was a mercenary resistance fighter for a bit. I told him I was still getting used to the cold, though, + he told me, no, you never get used to it. It was he that introduced me to the joke I sent you. The question is, "Then who is laughing at man?" Memory, dream, language, the voice of woman, + the voice of the image are all at play. If done for this it is a beautiful act.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: 'No.'/ Dr. M. in the cold biting air of The Aufbauhaus Garden wraps head-pieces around the heads of the I14 Machine in defense of clogging from dust, languidly working on its repairs. His Black-gloved finger digs into the engine + Pianohead looks at him on occasion curiously. Dr. M. puts on thick Black eyeglasses. He makes conversation w/ Pianohead as he works but w/out much attention directed toward it./ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'" 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Poor little rabbits. My hair had grown out enough that I could turn it into 5 miniature circles well-bound tight my somewhat downward gaze/ pursed lips/ well-sculpted darkened neck-muscles. Shoulders turned effortlessly + looked directly upward at Inspector X. Do not take the future lightly, I insist. Like a beating. If necessary. Capt. R.: 'It's not the cupcakes that are going to get you, Inspector X. It's the mountains.' Poor little rabbits. The black rubber ½-mask. The white snow falling around us on The Kaon! Mtn. The Yarbois Monster's pure-contoured rubber mass w/ grimace. The white snow falling picks me up. I fingered the white helmet. My face pushed against the manganese blue white cadmium red rubber mask. Yarbois, the poor little rabbits/ the poor little rabbits. Friends/ comrades. The poor little rabbits. My head was beginning to collapse upon itself." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O."Pianohead: 'O O O O O O?'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M. + Pianohead look at one another w/ a sense of humor. Her lonely paraventured eyes. Her huge circle-formed Black wig. She turns her head up slightly." 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Resultant Relation: xRy + ySz :=: x(S % R)z; relative product: S % R; R @ S. The coordinate map of The War of The Monads.n+1.i=0 A.i; recursive cartesian product of a finite # of sets. Binary relation; involves 2 sets. N-ary relation; involves n sets. The insane delirious abandonment of babilee-esque movements. One-valued function; function which is a binary relation (approx.). Function; a relation from X to Y such that for every x of X there is one + only one y of Y such that "x,y" is a pair of the relation. f; an R which is a function. y = fx; xfy or "x,y" The Man W/ The Face Of Another./ inf(x:x Princess O Os Upon Her Grave turns away X + Upside Down A y(y Princess O Os Upon Her Grave turns away Y :=: y her body blossoms x)). Segmental sets; sets which are identical w/ the set of their own segments." 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "vii) (A(m)(n) = A(mn). viii) (AB)(m) = A(m) * B(m). But no cancellation of transfinite numbers allowed. Daimonion. For the set M (either finite or transfinite). Negates nature of objects. The theory of sets, mengenlehre. Closed set; contains all its limit pts. Open set; does not contain all its limit pts. A priori in most cases whisper, if a set, H, is part of a set, G, + is such that every pt. of G is a limit pt. of H, the set H is said to be dense in G. If H is identical w/ G, + if every p. of G. is a limit pt. of G, \ G is said to be dense in itself. $ does not necessarily mean that G is closed. (The set of rational #s is dense in the set of real #s. In a dense set, between any 2 of its elements there is an unlimited # of other elements. Perfect set; both closed + dense. Theory of sets + transfinite #s. X the arched bridge made of concrete Y means there is bijection between the set X + Y." 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. w/ rt. hand in ½-fingered white rubber glove/ slowly moving his fingers/ but they're going nowhere/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ nobody remembers the times Capt. R. saved The Wire-Haired Girl in heroic active circumstance/ the blue sweltering closed light heavy against him/ his caustic black-stubbled face/ there was The Wire-Haired Girl/ Princess Nadja The Aeropittura/ all begging to be saved in the most violent fashion in her little dress/ Capt. R.: 'He hops off his elephant, + to make a long story short, enters the bar, yada, yada, yada, knocking the doors off their hinges in the process, yada, yada, yada, talks to the 2 fellows at the bar.'" 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Or really doesn't talk to them but just asks, or demands I should say, a drink, + the barkeep trembling gives it to him + he pounds it down + looks at them serious-like + says, "Shit men, we better get going." (pause) "Don't you know? Big Blue's coming!"/ inner metal mechanisms held gracefully w/in it gather the feeble vibrations to their gears/ wires/ rivets/ The Deflowerfucked's wounded eyes behind clear plastic goggles/ there were the 5 anti-captains in medium gray uniforms w/ big black round buttons/ outlines/ like defeat was certain/ revolvers slapped up against her face/ The Aeropittura was a brave little girl/ she didn't break/ periodic/ mini-outpost in the Snowy Fields/ the white snow pounded for all she could take/ the air is still between them/ The White room/ Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps from the dull unreflecting helmet." 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(The Dollhouse)./ THE BLOSSOMING OF THE O O O O! 10(The O O O of The O Os) = c. x(The O O O of The O Os) = c. When x is any finite # greater than or equal to 2. Pictograms. Apropos of a figure which maps infinitely many lines extending from one pt. to 2 distinct but parallel lines." Capt. R.: "The Cardinal Rules. i) A + B = B + A. (The high turrets which surround The O O O of The O Os). ii) A + (B + C) = (A + B) + C. iii) AB = BA. iv) A * (BC). v) A * (B + C) = AB + AC. vi) A(m) * A(n) = A(m + n)./ Backwards E; existential quantification; for some. Sets vs. families (usu. tr. i karma down the circular stairs I, a posteriori). aRb; a stands in the relation R to b./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "W/ barely extant black hair/ Insp. X. + Dr. C./ The 14. For Orchestra- Symphony of The Desideratum, Op. 612 (03101), The March of The Flowers XI, Op.46, w/ chorus + organ (16134), a Piano Concerto, Op. 18 (70138), a Violin Concerto in E Flat, Op. 57/Capt. R. w/ the most calm/stoic expression on his face thru the clear rubber mask as if face-up in a cold cold qingbai pool/ floating/ not moving/ except for the slow back + forth of the chlorinated water/ pale lips/ chapped/ plump/ P.XIV swaggers/ in white padded equipage w/ medium pink oh-so-blue asymmetrical abstract pattern/ white rubber slippers w/ strapping up to her knees/ head posed as she walks w/ sore kink in her neck/ 1 side of her face scratched up w/ pink + 1 misshapen full-formed bruise blue-purple + grayish/ 3-circled prussian blue hair bouncing as she walk/ black mole-circle above her rt. lip." 20. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. grimaces/ touches his stomach/ it was morning/ everything was indistinct/ circled around her in ½-black-rubber-devil masks/ blow her brains out/ Capt. R./ the folds of his white equipage against his contorted body/ everything to the breaking point/ P.XIV: 'Yeah, ha, ha. Look, don't you think you should give the girl what he came for.'/ Capt. R.: 'OK, that makes sense. Hey, bo-peep, cupcake, whatever your name is, come back over here. Why do you keep wandering off?'/ brusque changes of rhythm/ sudden repetition/ endings/ ranges in its emotional implications from boisterous humor to brooding tragedy/ written in ¾ time/ Scherzi Musicali/ my white sleep/ in Pianohead's head: 'Nipped in the bud. Nipped in the bud. Nipped in the bud. Nipped in the bud. Nipped in the bud. Nipped in the bud.'/ The Wire-Haired Girl turns off the C.A.M. II + walks back to Capt. R. + P.XIV." 21. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 22. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 23. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 24. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Dr.-M.-ification of Capt. R./ Oh: Capt. R.’s germinal implex pumps harder: The Yun-Kang(21) comes forth from Kaon! Mtn.01: in 3 upward-pushing White plastic balls, ¼-17.: (YUGEN) w/ occasional red decorative highlight: we can only guess now what went thru her head: wearing clear rubber mask over head/ 3-circled manganese blue hair/ wears clear rubber mask: Capt. R.’s turning-toward Dr. C.:madvillain: submerged into the cliff: Capt. R. in clear polymeratomic prmbr armor/ recorder-equipage/ beneath them terraces are cut into the rock-formed body of the cliff, w/ head in those last moments: no caretakers for the record-taking: 04SP: her refusal: the stockings w/ white-abstract pattern/ medium pink padded bumps/ medium pink pmrrp/ je-eigenen: w/ uncertainty the pre-Capt.-R. structure forms as the result of connective theorems: clear plastic walkways connecting them.” 25. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(00) perceptive contemplation: in Black Futura lettering on the eastern ball of the Yun-Kang(21): indiscriminate chodness held in bay by one final well-calculated misstep: crgdg: cobalt orange indigo: the mini-attack on the manganese blue 3-circled hair tightly formed from her head/ lips/ words passed over her medium gray lips: urdoxic monadic super-structure (i) at rest / ii) fluid): (Capt. R. slows for a moment and looks to The Wire-Haired Girl’s white cold cold cheeks for a moment + then down at the ground: 3 bold weak super-red semi-opaque lines converge on the face of the mask/ weak permanent blue semi-opaque circles outline each of the clear plastic balls of the headpiece/ his cold numb chapped lips touch: outside his ears pick up the dull heavy ache of resonances: his oh-so-carbonaceous black lt. eyebrow rounds itself upward: 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous black hair).” 26. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Monadic Engine: 'Are the specifications more clear?' 'Yes,' Commander K. replied. Good enough for me. Ready for action. I glanced at my C.A.M. II. No significant readings. Pianohead, a former princess, likes to have things gifted to her upon a plate. W/ careful quiet discreet physical demonstrations that only compliments are imparted upon the opportunity. Much of her programmed behavior remains. The Former Princess Unruly Hair The Princess. Conviction. Delight. Soft Cell. Machine-Head. Pretty dresses. Pianohead might have been, right at that moment, licking her lips, for all I knew. The 3 of us remained quiet + I smiled widely, deciding to appreciate the impact provided by our huge machine-head friend. Like a huge white plastic interior park for our entertainment. Blip-blip 2 blip 2. Unhappy machine-head. Unhappy girl. Unhappy boy. Unhappy boy." 27. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The general reaction to my return seemed to be favorable, if a little cautious. Blip- might disappear again. I felt that everybody was watching me from a distance, not fully conversating or engaging me in debate. Much more afraid of me than before. Not only judging my actions, but judging me. The dim white fluorescent light. Commander K./ The Man Of The Perfect Hit (AKA Modomito) in white rubber mask, revealing only cold pale lips, sucked-in empathetic eyes. He runs his white rubber-gloved hands over the mysterious vehicle's roundly contoured mechanical surface, taking particular note of the tight monadic seals at its joining parts compared to its engineered structure. He is clearly disturbed by it. Not disturbed merely, as Pianohead + I were, by its uncertain presence/ purpose, the why of its being there, but more intuitively, on a design level." 28. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Yun Kang structure is 'YK21.' (The Indestructible Fortress): the terraces are lined w/ clear plastic w/ black markings black eurostyle-fotned: Capt. R.'s cold numb lips quiver vibrantly behind the white rubber mask/ black rubber gloved hands in stillness/ over 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous black hair/ white rubber bindings up his sore tired legs/ each perceived proper order would, later in the day as its report became wide-spread, prompt gray painted lips/ decorated by a white bold circle/ white adidas rubber slippers/ big round white: clear polymeratomic anti-chod armor over his nude bruised-up hard/soft body white short-shorts w/ black buttons/ weak prmbr patterns over mask/head-piece 13-circled/ oh-so-carbonaceous black-stubbled face big eyes 5-circled hair beneath clear plastic/ re the principle of the i of i: 2 pts. occupying one space at one moment but w/ divergent directions of momentum.” 29. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Retro-action: Capt. R.: ‘It is coming. Yarbois. It is coming.’: Insp. X.: (behind Capt. R.) ‘OK.’: Yarbois: ‘There is a certain forcefulness that will need to be brought to bear. There is a reversion. There will be no more of this.’: the cobalt blue cadmium red white horizontal striped stockings/ echoing vacant expression/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ crbmy: cerulean blue mars yellow: in white padded equipage w/ medium pink oh-so-blue asymmetrical abstract pattern/ Capt. R. w/ black-fluid-stained lower rt. white armor, swaggers a bit as he walks, adrenaline still pumping up into his head w/ unrelenting force/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired: oh: on mini-coat which is white w/ big black round buttons/ Capt. R.'s black-stubbled face behind clear rubber mask/ contorted groaning/ mouth open/ hungry.” 30. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Commander K. was clearly ascertaining design flaws/ perplexities of which Pianohead + I were pleasantly innocently unaware, such details which he might only later, in private, lay out to us verbally. But he was clearly, to my appraisal, deep-deeply disturbed in a direct, immediate way. We were being pulled by vigorous monadic currents every which way. Underneath the white rubber, unvisible, Pianohead was wearing a tight-confining body-stocking of black bird-pattern lace/ shifting/ tugging at her body as she moved. Rapunzel calling- Rapunzel calling. Her driven dark eyes, weary, imposed themselves intently upon the white plastic walls of The Monadic Engine. Yes, I am a paranoid man, + have several conspiracy theories to prove it. Of copious + well-developed complexities. Side-features, foreshadowing, unexpected turnovers." 31. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "It was nobler in the mind to suffer the slings + arrows of outrageous fortune after all. Who the fuck would've guessed? Captain R. did. W/ my plan back, especially after seeing it deteriorate to a rather pathetic state after my brief absence, + for all to witness how I would reinvigorate it briefly/ fuck/ this was the validation that a well-lived life was made of! The return of a well-executed mathematical proof. Such was me. Commander K. was intent upon examining the structural reinforcement of the vehicle, such that concern for impact/ collision would appear to be of minimal note to the vehicle's engineers relative to leak integrity. The interior is predominantly filled w/ multiple glass miniature monadic chambers pointing outward + held in place by metal clamps. A white plastic driver's seat is held to the center by 6 taut translucent cables, dominated by the pilot's arrangement." 32. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The becoming-reactive of force (de-resonance) (implosion (df)): Capt. Y.’s disfigured face (his rt. hand w/ 2 deformed cripped mini-fingers): the clear plastic multi-divoted walls: hum of the quiet air-conditioning: Capt. R.’s ribs hurt: oh: Yarbois: (from the operating table) ‘I would never have experienced this peace. OK.’: Capt. R.: (stopping at the door) ‘The repercussions will be minimal. There it was so far away, that I brought you here.’: hundert pro!: in places beyond the outer surface of the cliff: the water flow of the snow melt is regulated by a opposition for his complete + utter ouster: the move was perceived as an attack on the brittle misformations, large black-09 on rt.-circled breast/ RKUCH this-./ Capt. R. in white rubber short-shorts: system of irrigation that runs congruently w/ the terraces: stability of the mathematicians' efforts.” 33. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I guessed differently, though, seeing it instead as the shorts/ clear plastic black-outlined mask/ hair pulled into 5 circles on his head beneath tight white rubber mask/ darkened eye/ srpmv: super-red permanent violet: tightly miniature white mini-coat enclosing his arms w/ a row of black round buttons coming up each side/ carefully gathering up his mini-equipment + returning it to his mini-pack/ black-stubbled face behind clear rubber mask/ big round white buttons: C.A.M., white clasped mini-C.A.M.: ro: by the appearance of the White light coming thru the large bulbous clouds moving over the result of an entirely ingrown personal struggle on the part of P.IV, a former princess whose notebooks representing 30,000 pts. of monadic information/ mm: Blueprint For a Redesign of Capt. R.: the next, or even 1: after the other: so this: finds me + I'm lying there having visions of bursting white light.” 34. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(00) spin-coefficient vs. direction (re time-structure): one decorated by 2 miniature radiometers: glimpses of white plastic retaining wall are visible: accusations of continued meddling on the part of Dr. M. in The Institute's affairs + calls by his buttons/ Capt.. R. in plastic clear plastic bulbous armor w/ huge clear plastic circular: physical relapse: empty eyes inert beside which/ the clear plastic figure w/ 6 contorted abstract clear plastic protrusions connected to the chair-apparatus on the metal couplings/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The DeOOOOfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ P.XIV w/ 3-circled prussian blue hair bouncing as she walks/ Capt. R.: 'Barely putting together 1 meal after.’: oh-so-carbonaceous black-stubbled face 5-circled hair.” 35. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "White rubber bindings up his sore tired legs: Capt. R. yawns: his dark tired eyes glower over the floor: mountain a spring storm is approaching: the White light bounces off the snow everywhere: uber-intense mind had always seemed too confined to withstand itself: either way it is a sign of a climate: Capt. R.: Capt. R. laughs/ the 6 bumps of her Yamabushi uniform decorated by 6 white bold: Pianohead is conversing w/ Capt. R./ 43 + Maenad92/ of increasingly bold decision-making: circles/ white adidas rubber slippers/ the pretty white plastic of The Bokatsu-House's structure: prtmg: portrait pink mint green: the Ice-Force over the C.A.M. from out in The Snowy Fields where she has taken up residence: (YUGEN) P.IV's organs + guts had been blown thru the room w/ evident extreme force + her opening out to the careful inward faces of The Kaon! Mtns./ The chair's resolute brilliance.” 36. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. in clear rubber mask over 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous hair examines the huge white rubber body of Yarbois/ jukkai (lament)/ mukashi: oooo: OK: action photograph: there will be no more of this: gross disfigured body on operating table in slow contortion against the restraints: clear plastic divot-patterned: (01) (02) (03) (04) (05) (06) 07) (08) (09) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20): Capt. R. attempts to blow the air back where it came from: Capt.-R.-(future): 246 Capt.-R.-corpuscles (mini-BwOs): (O) (O) (O) (O): temporarily in The Bunka-House, refusing all visitors, no longer the coy indelicate party girl of face passive still wondering dismayed bang bang bang: there are only certain disclosures which wailing/ ready for adventures/ send out the Yamabushi/ just how lucky: repute: cdrmb: mpohb: medium pink oh-so-blue cadmium red manganese blue.” 37. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(00) her voice, even thru the C.A.M., has built up resonance frequencies previously will prevent a misinterpretation of this event, disclosures which will not be forthcoming: had Mr. ? polymeratomic head-piece/ prtmg: portrait pink mint green: the white ice-formed ravine, dominated by the *'s 3 blue contortion-body: unavailable to her: been preparing for this all along? I must arrange a visit w/ him: the preparations for the wake are muscled balls, stretches out beneath them: u.-P.: ‘Oh yes. I have been hungry.’: Capt. R. looks down: Op. 1093 (13512), for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ Capt. R./ yamaoroshi (the gusts that race down mountain sides)/ into our cold sleep/ our prettied selves/ Capt. R./ oh-so-carbonaceous black-stubbled face 5-circled hair beneath the clear plastic 13-circled head-piece clear plastic mask w/ 3 convergent weak super-red semi-opaque lines.” 38. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "This was the validation that a well-lived life was made of! The return of a well executed graceful delivery. Plan2 launched on to The Snowy Fields + the expanse of this world, onward. I coexisted w/ Pianohead + Commander K. thru the underground workings of The Monadic Engine, thru the core bundle of ?-tuple-thousand monadic chambers that served as The Monadic Engine's mind. Not so much so. There was nothing to distinguish these depths which we worked our way into from any other chamber beneath the white cement of The Snowy Fields- they all existed w/in the same material substance, + had no hierarchy- this is what the viewers want to hear. The entire network comes down to nothing/ deliverance. To be or not to bless you w/ the outer contingencies of swelling remembrance. This was the validation that a well-lived life was made of! Blip-blip-blip." 39. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Loosened empty white rubber straps w/ weak cobalt blue polymeratomic buckles, latches filled the interior, which seemed to interest Commander K. more than me. The glass exterior surface is covered w/ small circular dimple-pattern. It is pretty. Surprisingly so. Not that I carried w/ me any particular expectations into this endeavor- but yes- surprisingly so. Pretty. Blip blip. Blip. Pianohead weighed in. Pianohead: 'I am going to explain something to you, M., + I want you to listen very closely.' The Monadic Engine had been down for most of the morning due to an unexpected discomfort, but everything seemed to be blinking blissful robotic life now. Pianohead asked me to explain to The Monadic Engine the driving vision behind Plan2. It was, simply, to make the world measurable, recordable, searchable, + interactive-." 40. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "'Machine readable' rather than perceptions that can only be interpreted approximately thru the senses. What we had before The Plan was a world where the most primitive organism was set up to record the state of environment + the change in an environment in real time. Extrapolating those results as representative of the entire population. Now we can record them all. + now we can know the breakdown of changes by geographic area (dissected into units as small as miometrics), when they perceptibly quiver. The Monadic Engine: (quietly, as if in apology) 'This is my deepest heart, Pianohead. The part imbued most w/ charity/ empathy/ positive will.' These vibrations will blow us, perhaps, to pieces. Unless we coyly remain cool in complete stillness, w/ our composure remaining intact. 'Cool is a triumph all your own' will be our motto. Dress codes will be imparted." 41. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I, too, would start to think that maybe there is no order, Insp. X.: '5 years from now-'/ The 5 anti-captains circle around The Wire-Haired Girl revolvers poised/ black heavy plaited long skirts/ medium gray uniforms w/ black round buttons/ black rubber devil ½-masks/ revolvers white plastic/ The Snowy Fields/ Captain R watched from above secure in his hiding place/ Anti-Captain 4 inspecting the white cement ground, 'Why is there this clear plastic film over the cement? Who put this here?' It extended outward from The Wire-Haired Girl's white iron chair in a 20 m. radius circle. The other anti-captains were all standing on its surface. A small circle was cut out + removed from the spot The Wire-Haired Girl sat on so that if Capt. R., as was his plan, were to pull taut the hidden system of pulleys + endless rope translucent wire the 5 anti-captains would be quickly pulled up + wrapped tight." 42. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl, as it happens, will look up at them + laugh, in her weak cobalt green white dress w/ black lines + yellow décor, 8 white bows in her hair + on her fingers/ + if there were no point that connects us to life then-/ Insp. X.: '-Mr. ? set into effect a program to protect the interests of his particular aimed construction. The Monadic Engine was under his control at this point. He used it as the primary vehicle for putting his plans into effect.'/ if I pursued this tack too deeply I would be in worse shape than the engine I was supposed to fix in no time/ for a while The Wire-Haired Girl had a pet baby goat which she would play w// white fuzzy body/ black face-mask marking/ shiny black nose/ black-circled lips/ black round eyes/ standing on tiny feet/ Defender of The Princess/ needless to say, I wasn't very effective at that job, either/ the white snow of The Kaon! Mtn. falls around me." 43. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "But in my defense these were much less far-reaching than you might imagine/ my white polymeratomic suburban residence w/ periodic miniature black circles/ windows/ well-organized/ in The Snowy Fields/ Inspector X., AKA the former White-13 made his pitch in slow detail/ mini-arranged pop pop/ Insp. X.: 'We're being overrun by rabbits.'/ Captain. R.: 'There's nothing we can do about that.'/ Miramoto/ The Madhyamika/ beatseeking missives/ Insp. X.: 'Mr. ? was quite restrained. He pulled into himself. The Monadic Engine's actual duties were minimal. It was charged w/ security. 8 years from now Dr. M. turns on Mr. ? to his surprise + defeats all The Pianoheads.' There-there, I comforted myself, for all my reputation as famous failure they would make a point of calling me in for the big victory push/ such were my skills/attributes." 44. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Several pivotal scenes images concrete + weightless (where an epidemic of disappearances had threatened to overtake the world + our questionable efforts to prevent it had ensued) entered in my cerebral cortex/ OK/ the brilliant white light hurts Capt. R.'s eye thru the clear plastic goggles + bounces off in many directions off his white rubber masked contoured head/ the air is still between them/ The White room/ Capt. R./ the clear polymeratomic head-piece metal straps from the dull unreflecting helmet/ over 5 circles of oh-so-carbonaceous hair/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/." 45. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Conqueror of The Imaginal World 100 our most pretty Conqueror has all but perfected the technique of the chase, from 1 side + the other, 'Chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-,'/ the sound of Pianohead's quickly moving Black plastic boots + tiny feet + she runs madly./ Pianohead: 'This is not a game!'" 46. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "(X; R.0,…, R.p); mathematical system; (X is a set); (R.0-p are relations on X). Ordinal isomorphism (similar); (X;R) in a white concrete tower (Y;S) where R + S are ordering relations. Isotone; *) for (X, the Ur-units return to their O O O) + (X', the Ur-units return to their O O O'), 1) f: X the mathematical coordination of war X' is isotone if x.0 the Ur-units return dolefully to their O O O x.1 :=: f(x.0) the Ur-unit return to their O O O' f(x.1), 2) f: X the mathematical coordination of war X' is strictly isotone is x.0 the Ur-units return dolefully to their O O O x.1 :=: f(x.0)./ Dr. M. was damned from the beginning by his own subsequent creation./ Theorem of The Wandering Vengeance of Despair: If f./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 47. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead kind of curls her neck around curiously as she says this, while w/ precise pristine hands + fingers The Furies reach impotently after her. The Furies run nervously w/ the utmost speed, preparing disconcertedly for the next move. Pianohead runs, 'Chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk- chk-.'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Pianohead almost god-damn spits out her own vomit." 48. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. is a glorious bitch/ stark elevated sterile it remains my one repose of quiet certitude/ where everything becomes vacant/ they would call me in perhaps for the real devastated blown-out fucked-up cases/ because here am I, ready to turn the corner/ the white sterile emptiness/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ pop pop pop pop pop/ The Maitri-House/ Capt. R. was certain/ would become his new residence/ put it on the table/ miniature/ the white snow is falling, Yarbois, + no more to come quickly w/ the deepened input, here is the coming to the direct outward disappearance, because, Yarbois, indirectly, for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds + nothing more was seen of him/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling." 49. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "At the end of the White room the O.C.M. bears burden of Pianohead's image/ indigo overcoat w/ black buttons/ 'MAENADWEAR04'/ weak oh-so-pink fake fur headwear/ black short rubber gloves/ mascara/ this is Pianohead turning away/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ the doubters were silenced/ upon Capt. R.'s arrival in Pianohead's room of the Aufbauhaus Capt. R. + Pianohead coordinate themselves in a quick-time choreographed set of pop duo dance moves/ fists pounded on hearts/ hands splayed out pointing/ heads turning in mechanistic synchro-movement/ stoic faces w/ the big open mouth/ quick-tapping against the white floor feet/ bam bam bam/ big mouths open/ spinning mirror images of one another/ -uh/ pretty-assed boom rt. boom lt./ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes." 50. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O."Fury1: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'/ snidely./ Fury1: (weak/pathetic) 'O O O O O.'/ Pianohead is chased by shrieking sounds w/out bodies. She crashes thru another door + slams against the White wall 'BORSHK!' + w/ a slight scream falls to the ground, 'PRSHK!'/ Fury1: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Fury3: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O?'" 51. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "N The March of The Innocents Ó.0; (postulate). Finite; (postulate) equipotent to some set in the sequence N. Infinite; (postulate) not finite. A or CARD A; cardinal # of A. Denumerable; has the cardinal # Ó.0. Countable; either finite or denumerable. b.(n+1) for B = inf y of Y :=: Y = B - (b.0,b.1,…b.n); (succession). Monsters. Cartesian product of a family of sets; $ (A.i:i singing nursery rhymes I); the devouring.(i singing nursery rhymes I) A.i = (df) (f:Funct.I,X f + Upside Down A i (i singing nursery rhymes I :=: f(i) singing nursery rhymes A.i)); (the ith projections of the cartesian product are all the elements of A.i); (the devouring.(i singing nursery rhymes (0,1)) A.i iff A.0 * A.1). A(2); A.0 * A.1 where A.0 = A.1; A((0,1)). Lattice. The birds, you see, were screaming. Did you not hear them? Pretend your only incomplete innocence, our pretty one. They are prettier than the O O O Os, though." 52. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "White rubber eye-patch over rt. eye/ one big round eye maintaining concentration over the ice-formation ground/ this eye (the lt. sibling of a slightly darker blue) was passed down to me in recessive genes- it was last seen calculating in old Hushimoro's deep sockets/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ they sat beneath Hushimoro's heavy lids at the sparsely attended open casket a century prior/ a term applied to its movements/ the repetition of a marked rhythmic figure/ + these arliga bla ogon slipped under 5 generations of world-beaters before bursting forth once again in full splendor- in my own deep sockets, on my first birthday. Glorious." 53. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ whispers gather themselves thru its brief entrance/ Pianohead rushed heroic-like to the waiting arms of Capt. R./ rendered unnecessary the persistent resort to fixed persona. The Queen. The House of Q. Pianohead crowded into his gaze closely + pensively/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ The 6 Towers: 1) The Tower of Resonance; 2) The Tower of Structure/ Pianohead: 'What is it? Were they there?'/ the fake heads sing back-up/ fucked by a bombshell prussian-blue-haired double-agent, Capt. R. has messed up his assignment/ The Snowy Fields are engulfed in mathematical clashes/ rebellion/ general blood-bursting/ the world is not enough for the crackpot dictators in vogue/ the mad miniature factions rally behind them in billowing white snow-covered explastion." 54. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead: (in her head) 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ (+ stuck in her head The Beatles sing 'Cry baby cry.')/ Prussian Blue Circle2: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Prussian Blue Circle3: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ The Black bow-ribbon grips her neck tightly + 1 Prussian Blue hair escapes. Pianohead has the distinct advantage, over other of our primary initiators of the action, of being too impossibly pretty, even now w/ the years weighing heavily upon her, perhaps even more so. Her 3-circled Prussian Blue hair bounces against the White ground." 55. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "2 things give this scene's placement credence. i) Pianohead's plight + misfortune serve to foreground Dr. M.'s essential callousness. Being, at least according to rumor, a doctor, one might expect him to come to the aid of his fellow man in need. But instead he is more concerned only w/ his own pleasant undertaking of cake-eating while drinking tea from large White porcelain cups w/ The Wire-Haired Girl + watching the action on the screen of The Monadic Engine, a character trait which, w/out the presence of Pianohead, might have gone unnoticed. ii) + perhaps of most vital pertinence, this scene demonstrates w/ quick + immediate evidence the power of The Furies to provoke real-world actions despite their imaginary nature./ Fury1: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Fury2: 'O O O O O O O -.'" 56. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Inspector X. was never here for me so much as-. Yarbois/ The Winter Monster looked into my deep-set pro-pro eyes. Dr. M. was power-hungry. W/ Mr. ?'s return his white polymeratomic armored body/ Capt. R. looked over the white mountain relaxed/ Yarbois' white rubber body big + bulbous. Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in tight rubber mask over 5-circled haired head/ only eyes + mouth pert lips popping out visible/ 3-sectioned from my rt. to lt. manganese blue white cadmium red/ on Kaon! Mtn. 14. His direct course was diverted or pumped out/ brilliant/ too close now/ the multi-colored plastic O O O O/ Yarbois: 'Nevermind. The white snow will be falling soon. You enjoyed it, perhaps? Yes, I was certain.' Yarbois laughs quiet/convulsively. Round mystery-driven eyes/ a white rubber humanoid 9 m. in height w/ a 5-circled head, a large mouth w/ gruesome fanged teeth." 57. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Fundamental sequence; (df) a fundamental sequence of ORD #s is a strictly increasing w-sequence "a.E: E her body blossoms w".Z (Ó.0) = (df) (E:E Princess O Os Upon Her Grave turns away W + E = Ó.0); (df) the class of all ORD #s of denumerable well-ordered sets; = (df) Ó.1." Capt. R.: "w.1 = (df) inf(z:z Princess O Os Upon Her Grave turns away W + Upside Down A x(x Princess O Os Upon Her Grave turns away Z*(Ó.0) :=: x her body blossoms z)). Theorem of Her Beautiful Mournful Eyes: Any normal function./ The O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O Os outside attack the walls of The Doorless Iron House violently. The multi-colored plastic O O O Os. In desperate whispers. But birth./ THE ANNUNCIATION OF THE O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O OS! Isotone." 58. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Real #s from 0 to 1 inclusive; the endless sky w/ clouds gray + foreboding. Ordinal numbers; multiplication is not commutative; 2 * the arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies = the arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies; the arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies * 2 (= the arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies + arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies) ¹ the arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies; \ 2 * the arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies ¹ the arched gateway w/ sculpted Furies * 2. The O O O of The O Os = all finite integers (naturals; positive). The O O O of The O Os' = all possible well-ordered sets each of which is The O O O of The O Os'' = all possible well-ordered sets each of which is The O O O of The O Os', + so on…'/ Laws of Indices (for transfinite ordinal powers): 1) a(b) * a(y) = a(b+y); 2) (a(b))(y) = a(by); 3) a(y) * b(y) ¹ (ab)(y)." 59. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "I am not an underground man. I have not attacked the foundations + have instead operated out in the open hidden in plain sight. For all my mistake-prone weaknesses this is not a reversionist report. Man vs. Himself/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/." 60. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M. watches Pianohead fall + shadows sculpt her body as just for a moment she turns to look behind her + her Medium Gray mini-coat shifts over her body in folds as she crashes to her feet to resume running. Pianohead runs as if in pursuit of a certain item. Her White Black booted feet pound the plastic floor violently: "chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck- chck-." 61. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Commander White-V.: 'Oh no, there will be time for that in some weak future moment.'/ he laughs, the fake plastic bitch/ Dr. M., then, had his uses for them/ this is hardcore repose/ eyes downward, white Yamabushi equipage/ The Rokudo-Ch./ medium gray vertical band down the center of my chest w/ black round buttons/ the vertical rushing air/ white short-pants/ metal O Os sculpted, somewhere/ delicate/ white helmet + light-reflecting chair/ the interpellation bears repeating/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ face down on the bed/ eyes big/ hands supporting his upper body weight/ knees pushed/ the Capt. R. pose/ his white white skin bouncing up + down/ forward/ Capt. R. has nothing to hide/ The Birds Of Super-Reversion/ cold cold dripping sweat covers his face/ the frozen morning." 62. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling./ Capt. R., rt. hand ½-closed at his side, legs posed wide stance/ Capt. R. ready for action/ the white light reflects in uneven sheen off his white Yamabushi uniform/ Pianohead: 'OK, you don't have to talk about that.'/ Capt. R. tall/compact w/ white almost sickly skin/ albino black-oriental/ dark tired empty eyes/ The Big Horror Room/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling./ Capt. R.: 'Pianohead, what about P.II?' inert beside which/ the cold white light enters/ The Haunted/ the * whispers in his head furiously/ its forceful weight brought to bear/ + naked naked eyes/ Capt. R., this is The Cowboy Song/ Capt. R., this is the languid refrain/ inert bring-back/ the white/ turned back w/in him + wounded grotesque." 63. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: (re P.II) 'Borzoi bitch/ scrawny little pathetic tramp of a cunt.'/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling./ as if once to have imploded upon themselves/ But it is better to fall to the hands of others than to the hands of oneself/ Pianohead pushes herself up against Capt. R./ red-patterned semi-opaque white dress underneath which her body's rubbered flesh shifts contouredly/ Capt. R. could have seen that move coming/ The Haunted- Capt. R. w/ lt. hand across Pianohead's rt. in-turned shoulder/ oh, Capt. R., this is the M.-pt., this is the inner vibrating stillness/ brought to bear/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling./ the white light reflects indistinctly off their 2-mounded bodies/ their contained force/ the pretty fake plastic rifle-explosions to the face/ costume." 64. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. w/ big eyes open-open/ awaking from fake sleep/ white rubber slippers/ gaze indirectly compact bringing down the white ceiling's full weight to bear/ there it was/ preparing me to become its gravlax sushied Capt. R./ raw/ served on a plate/ or in a bowl/ w/ delicate stainless steel fork/ w/out concern for your petty little bodily meat/ white O Os delicately prepare themselves, the O O O Os bursting bursting bursting, aaaaah, for the coming action + melodrama/ mini-O O O Oed up the ass/ there was an invisible monster bearing down upon me/ I was certain/ Capt. R. reached into one of his multiple white Yamabushi uniform pockets, undoing black straps/ mini-bindings/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ + pulls out a carefully folded-up rubber mask manganese blue from rt. white cadmium red to lt./ pulls it tight over his/ 5 mini-circled oh-so-carbonaceous black hair." 65. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The white ceiling bears down/ if only to go back to sleep/ the weight filling his body/ spoiler/ cut a dash thru urban obstacles/ white Yamabushi equipage w/ black round buttons/ black straps/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ O O O O O O O O6./ The White Snow/ #7./ O O O O O O O O2./ The White Snow/ #12./ O O O O O O O O1./ The White Snow/ #4./ O O O O O O O O13. The White Snow/ #4./ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ O O O O O O O O9./ The White Snow/ #11./ O O O O O O O O11./ The White Snow/ #10./ O O O O O O O O13./ The White Snow/ #6./ O O O O O O O O3./ The White Snow/ #1./ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ O O O O O O O O2./ The White Snow/ #4./ O O O O O O O O4./ The White Snow/ #8./ O O O O O O O O5./ Capt. R. popped up from the white floor/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 66. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Fake plastic artificial/ w/ their g-d muttering/ whispers/ incoherent/ not particularly worried, but interested in the convenience associated by them w/ the explastions of disorder/ O O O O O O O O8. O O O O O O O O3. O O O O O O O O3. O O O O O O O O8/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling. My white Yamabushi equipage holds me tight-tight running w/ white walls rushing past me/ rubber blue white red mask over my 5-circled head/ tight-tight/ Capt. R.'s escape from the clutches of the ominous Dr. M./ The Man W/ The Face Of Another/ full velo-quickness against uncertain but persistent pursuit to overlooking out-look high high up over The City of Idioperception/ The Snowy Fields/ 'look out here I come!'/ the downward rushing up-leap/ he pulls a hidden cord attached to one of the large circular black buttons." 67. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.'s uniform out-bursts attached to miniature strings mini-2-parachuted guiding his now-95%-naked White glistening body/ 5-close-cropped-mini-circles held tight by rubber blue white red mask/ big big adrenaline driven eyes/ slowly slowly into the careful anonymity of the urban center/ lips trembling/ contorted/ but Capt. R.'s past brilliant maneuvers won't help him now. Capt. R. turns his head quickly to the lt. + ½-closes his eyes. Growing Whiter + Whiter. Growing Whiter + Whiter. W/ the avoidance of blood-red stains of blood/ O O O O O O O O12. O O O O O O O O12/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ O O O O O O O O12. O O O O O O O O3/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes." 68. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Rapid images. Death + virgins. Rapes that eat away at the silence for hours. Nirvana embryos in masturbatory delight. Echoes. Children at play w/ an old man in sickle-cell demise. Heartache. Dresden. O Os. Polite killers that sink in their victims' forgiveness. Menstrual. Headache. O O O Os. "Thank you, I swan." + they're naked. Much too delicate. Only w/ peace in the heart. Sheng after Shu. Yuan-Shu. Chuo. Hsieh-Yi. Fa. Shih. Hua. Shou. Chih. Li. Jen. I-Hua. I-Hua. I-Hua. Miramoto looks at the White hallway w/ The Imitation Capt. R. beside him. White metal box held in repose. His chapped lips move slowly. W/ slow + fervent fervor. Numbers in Black design on the White doors of the hallway. He recites careful words in repetition. Its walls covered by dull White paint decaying at the edges of the corners + dimly lit. Miramoto walks slowly w/ The Imitation Capt. R. down the White hallway. 69. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) His white body sits in the white chair/ the clear plastic eyepieces w/out moving/ for Chorus- The oratorio, The O O O O O O's Plaintive Cries, Op. 135 (28512), A Song of Penitence, Op. 1093 (13512)/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips/ white almost sickly skin/ dark tired empty eyes inert beside which/ wounded grotesque/ imploded/ black hair rises up 5 circles tightly formed from his head/ lips/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked sits in the clear plastic mechanical chair/ polymeratomic head-piece/ for chorus, orchestra, + organ/ THE WHITE ROOM. ii) P.I wears white multi-strapped short-shorts w/ bands crossing in parallel multi-x shaped over her white rubber décolletage covered upper bodied contortion." 70. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Now Dr. M., we're going to be cowboys/ oh-lips lipid + big big eyes/ constructed maps of The Snowy Fields/ pukish/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ big fake-fur hooded overcoats for protection/ the white snow/ which after an initial burst of bright outburst/ mechanical subsidies of the wind-torn irrigation/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ vibrant color/ mega-bright/ superflat/ + expressionistic-type contrast of intellectual mood/ psych. depths/ O O O O O O O O4. O O O O O O O O8./ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ quickly become the type of social embarrassment that makes 3-year-olds duck their heads/ hide their eyes/ O O O O O O O O2. O O O O O O O O8." 71. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Behind the confines of large grown-up dresses where complete protection is assured/ O O O O O O O O3. O O O O O O O O8./ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes./ Miss me in the morning/ my darling/ my darling/ Dr. M., we're cowboys now, dirtied up prettied/ jangled/ white rubber hats/cute pert lips/ I look around/ until I don't come/ come/ I'm ready for you/ the mere-god-damn-tricious O O O Os whisper among themselves in nervous anticipation/ super big explosions of blood/ guts/ Dr. M. stands just at the edge, waiting/ against the white door/ black-lettered: 'THE BIG HORROR ROOM.' This is the big moment for Dr. M./ the big entrance. The big waiting for all of us. White circle-formed polymeratomic armor/ white mask w/ black-outlined face/ pink 3-convergent lines/ 13 weak cobalt blue circles/ black rubber gloves/ high black boots/ OK." 72. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Miramoto/ The Madhyamika steps against the sterile White tile, the quiet, clean empty, the metal which stares at him intensely w/ sylvia beauty + horror. IMCR/ the White plastic of his armor. His eyes upon the floor as he raises them up + stares at the girl's sleeping childish body unwaking. Captured by fairy tale + collapse. Thru her body, weakly. W/ cautious steps fearful in awe in glass polished agony. Her pale body is bloodless, White as snow, whisper, + IMCR/ The Defender Of The Princess stands w/ Black-gloved hands held together, softly swaying, head tilting + bowing down to her frozen image. Her eyes stare vacantly, calm, the ceiling's White certain surface covered by, which falls upon her. The wall behind her unbroken field of White violently. He leans down to her + runs his hand over the White wallpaper w/ Weak Black I-Hua depicted blossoms behind her." 73. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: '- abandoned the cause a long time before.' iii) Capt. R. is preoccupied w/ the slow decaying digestion/ the up-turned dark unresponsive eyes/ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked eyes ½ slumped-down. White rubber slippers. Forgotten. The Deflowerfucked. Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked in a white uniform/ a clear polymeratomic mechanical chair in a white room/ clear blank-masked head-piece wired to the chair/ covers his face/ strapped tight around his head/ oh-so-carbonaceous black 5-circled hair/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness. iv) The monads were shooting about everywhere/ turning Mini-YK Outpost74 into the focus of all the restrained power of a goroku whose scope/conception was unimagined." 74. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The White walls murmur w/ electric gratitude + pleading mouths: 'Ha! Turn that stupid music off. All you ever do is talk. just shut your big mouth: blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. + bu, uf, weirdo, exa, op, a you keep calling out to me, + you keep, + I like that. + you come to the residence of my friend + you kick my dog! I'm going to call in the guards. OK, bye… em it frif et ob, ec, omf, bye.'/ penitent + loathsome. They shelter their residents/ + hold them w/ in their reach w/ kindness. IMCR's eyes are sad + lonely/ unprotected from the seething vespers of the religious callused light. He gazes down at the princess./ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 75. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "ii) The eastern segment being where I sleep, + the other filled w/ metronome-weary minimalist R.E.G. machines. Face down on the white porcelain bed/ eyes big/ hands supporting his upper body weight/ knees pushed/ Insp. X./ Capt. R./ The Deflowerfucked/ graceful androgynous body/ delicate eyes/ calm expectation/ Capt. R./ The DFF in thigh-filled white short-shorts. iii) Capt. R.. 'The * continues w/ a steady beat-rate. Its growth-rate come to a stop. Roughly ball-shaped pushing out from the ice, underneath a larger blue ball-shaped base is apparent. This ice-submerged portion pulses slowly inward-outward but remains unchanged in size up to this pt.' iv) Capt. R. pose/ the short stubbles of black hair caressing his gentle head w/ cold fingers/ Megalomartyros/ Capt. R./ cold cold dripping sweat covers his face/ the frozen morning." 76. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) Power/ circumvention. There's Mt. Amnesiac above + around us. That's where The Birds of Super-Reversionism reside. Up close to it's peak/ as if it's mocking me w/ big toothy grin/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ except in this case we're concerned w/ a huge looming presence over everything- or at least everything in view, stretching for miles all around/ + gaunt cold rocks. I suppose I should blow my brains out, but I'm cold + tired. My shoulders + lower back ache. Capt. R. stares at Pianohead I/II's gruesome monadic morph into one another in horror/ above MYK74 white up-puffed circular snow-tents/ P.I/II is quiet/ the monadic engineered mechanisms of their respective bodies stretching/morphing to bridge the distance between them/ dark, unruly eyes distorted gaping mouths/ marked by a kind of cold, minute precision. Fuck, I should expect this by now/ not one." 77. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt R./ in black an "R." on his white/black Yamabushi-equipage armor/ the doubters were silenced/ white manganese blue super-red horizontal-striped/ all * breaks loose [w/, in this case, * being the white snow falling over our 3 heroes + the ache in their bodies from the finished battle]/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ Capt. R.: 'OK, here's what I know. This mysterious guy comes finally wandering into town. He's a tiny man, I'm talking real gimlet-like, old + sort-of hunched over + with eyeglasses thick enough for a doomsday scheme. He's wearing black dress shorts + belt with a white short-sleeved dress-shirt + a black tie. But his boots are top-of-the-line hardcore mountain man shit + he's wearing this small but unruly pack with all the essentials. In his hand he's carrying this metal briefcase with a black stenciled "M." on it.'" 78. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "His features against the darkness behind him w/ his hand leaning against a Weak Qingbai (the king was in the garden picking O O O Os for a friend who came to play) field of minute faded painted O O O Os, White as snow, + he watches IMCR trapped by sorrows impotent. Entrap him. W/ their aching fingers. Where his dry eyes + dress him w/ feminine-9 desire. + weds himself to chastity, numb, unfeeling, listlessness. The doorway is a black rectangle framing him w/in the dull, White, light-gathering wall of the room./ He walks forward thru the violent empty quiet of wars silence, the air breathing seductively against his skin, + he stands behind IMCR, his own personal object of passionate physical prettiness delight gazing down on the much-too-pretty Wire-Haired Girl./ IMCR: 'I promise not to break any lamps or Chinese vases.'" 79. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The heart-beat pounding against everything. ii) My puffy short-pants + mini-coat sit folded beside the white porcelain bed/ big black circular goggles blue red white equipage/ I crouched ½-up from the bed white mini-ankle-slippers w/ manganese blue circle-adidas-insignias/ black horizontal-striped white stockings/ arm-warmers/ white short-shorts w/ black round buttons/ chapped white-ish lips/ Chamber Music- A Violin Sonata in C Minor, 4 Wine-Drinkers for violin, cello + piano, Meditations of Nursery Rhymes, Op. 114, for piano w/ violin ad libitum/ 5-circled oh-so-carbonaceous black hair/ set-aside white rubber snow-bonnet/ 2 round black mini-radiometers. Put that in your mouth + suck on it. The contoured blue-ish tint ice fields/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ the birds pick at them. O O O O O O O O1." 80. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) P.I: 'Kill me w/ cuteness, Gushamoto/ again. Oh-my-god-!' (under her breath) 'the white snow brings me-/ over + over again/ */ all-consuming/ where in the winter we wait/ hopeful, + cold/ */ brilliant like diamonds/ oh-!/ over + over again/ big/ fill me up/ lift me over/ skirts filled up/ billowing/ flying now all-consuming-.' ii) P.I: 'Everything billowing/ all-consuming/ oh-!/ the white snow, where in winter we wait, brings me to everything everything + for operatic dues to pay this is the all-consuming/ post me again/ get your skirts up/ park + ride/ */ kill me w/ cuteness/ my darling/ my darling/ where in winter we wait for everything to fall down upon us + over everything/ oh-my-god-!' iii) P.II: 'Nevermind. The Imitation Chodness brings itself to bear/ over everything/ the white snow/ the winter/ our wintercoats-/ we left them behind/ all-consuming/ flying now +-.'" 08. OOOOO. 01. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Tightly gripping hands, I assumed that my blood was running w/ ever-more rapidissmo thru my veins thru my quickly pumping heart-muscle + would fill the inside of my body w/ enough strength for the day/ the clear polymeratomic chair/ expectation/ silence/ Pianohead cuddles herself in her white billowing dress w/ her bare pale arms, a look of grim distrust fixed upon her lips. There was indeed a sense, at that time, that desperation was needed + perhaps it was/ but I was now bored enough to contemplate the slow-breathing development of peace/ errant/ body wrapped tight in black rubber bindings for warmth-retention against the cold ice-formed air/ The Ice Fields brilliant everywhere far far around me/ urges kept in check by a combination of duty, discipline, the cold, + the weariness which hold Capt. R. down w/ its powerful weight/ over + over again." 02. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Pianohead positions herself carefully in No. 20 of The Top 100 Vogue Poses For The Modern Woman, in Black 3-circle wig/ Medium Gray w/ big black round buttons overcoat, Black-lined White slippers w/ Weak Oh-So-Pink lined pattern./ Pianohead: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ Dr. M.: 'O O O O O O O O O O O O.'/ They come to the sleeping figure of The Wire-Haired Girl on a bench in Medium Gray White-outline petite dress + Black." 03. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Dr. M.: 'Ha!'/ Dr. M. + Pianohead stand surrounded by the multi-colored plastic O O O Os looking down at The Wire-Haired Girl as she sleeps./ Dr. M.: 'We could use some of his disattachment for a moment. While he was doing the leaflets for HAG systems he was running thru ll5, even as many as 150 complete orders a day. Of course, he had pretty close to unlimited resources at his disposal. I didn't think he was going to make it the length of his term, though. They kept pressuring him to up the productivity at the expense of long-term connectivity, but…'/ Pianohead: 'But-?'/ Dr. M.: 'Anyway, I figure I have as good a claim to totalitarian ambitions as any of them.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O." 04. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Guard2: ''ii) Glass double-doors w/ white outline slide open before them/their frozen resolute brilliance/ radiant/ the chair's resolute brilliance/ wailing/ Mr. O. will be waiting/ Capt. R./ The Haunted: billowing the whiteness/ their feet planted firmly on the white plastic ground/ 5 metal optic tubes attached to the ceiling/ The 5 Agents. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) 'Followed by 50 huge blue monsters. Finally this pack of hu-uge blue monsters, all w/ these thin wire-like leashes attached to them which all lead to the biggest baddest meanest monster of them all + on it, seated with the end of the wires in hand, + w/ a big gigantic umbrella w/ a blue handle, is the biggest man you've ever seen dressed in blue + w/ 5-stubbed qingbai hair, cerulean blue eyes, weak cobalt blue lipsticked lips, + indigo-mascara eyes, both dark + plaintive.'" 05. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. w/ coy lips/ calm fashionable pose/ incomplete/ It's the white white skin/ + sleep-deprived eyes/ careful formed/ repetition/ rhythm/ foreboding/ Y. must then be rescued by some other comico-brilliant bearer of cold cold sweated resignation/ full of schemes/ double/schemes. Capt. R. activates the mini-monadic vibrator/ Capt. R./ The Institute of The Defense/ his clear helmet attached to his head w/ 5 stubs/ brightness. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) 'The man pulls up the monsters, yelling "Ho! Ho!" + comes to a long rumbling stop right before the outpost. He hops off his monster, enters the outpost, knocking the doors off their hinges in the process, yada, yada, yada, talks to the 2 men at the bar, or demands some tea. The barista trembling gives it to him + he pounds it down + looks at them serious-like + says, "Fuck men, we better get going. Don't you know? Big Blue's coming!"'" 06. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O./ Dr. M.: 'You are sleeping again. What did I tell you?'/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'I wasn't sleeping," (she says sleepishly) "I was visiting The Pure Land.'/ Dr. M. carries w/ him a C.A.M. II." 07. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O Dr. M. puts his hand to his head in dismay + laughs a little. If I'd of known I was going to get jumped I would have shaved this morning, he thinks to himself. Pianohead covers one eye forebodingly + mutters under her breath. The Wire-Haired Girl rubs her weary eyes./ The Wire-Haired-Girl: 'I talked with the monsters there + do you know what they told me?'/ Dr. M.: 'What did they tell you?'/ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'The Conquerors of The Imaginal World stopped what they were doing + took great care to treat me as a welcome guest.'" 08. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Captain R./ The Deflowerfucked enters a White room of Dr. M.'s hidden teahouse in The Snowy Fields in which are 15 blow-up doll versions of- (?)-, as becomes apparent momentarily as Captain R. looks more closely at their blown-up rubber-doll faces, The Pianoheads wearing authentic multi-colored dresses, standing/sitting about in awkward poses. Pianohead II, angled 87° from me, appears to be staring w/ rounded eyes straight at me in serious intent expression not-judging in the most contained specific way/ qingbai hair in 4 delicately sculpted fibromas/ dress bare-shouldered dark dark eyes sextuplet-circle-pattern on white w/ bold Cadmium Red outline/frills. Pianohead XII seated/ hair blown out in 3 large dark pthalo blue circles/ hansa yellow Cobalt Blue Cadmium Red dress-suit open to white underwear white cleavage/ poised lips looking upward to the corner." 09. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Muttering under their breath "42644 20 75 95 27 56 49 8 72 61 39 1 71 54 88 82 87 26 1 34 45 91 42 85 80 7 19 24 35 71 30 69 97 53 66 28 12 97 8 52 53 38 5 97 60" all the time. I was fond of them instantly. They asked me, "Looking for something new?" Which intrigued me a little, I admit. I mean, who asks that? But I told them, "No, thank you. Just doing a little touch-up research." Because I was much too hard at work at this time at finishing the homework assignment you gave to me yesterday. The answer to which, by the way, is R 3094/ LINGOTTO FIERE, motherfucker. Anyway, on + on these fine young gentlemen guided me around + gave me whatever help they could offer. By the time I was done with my work I sat on the ground against the white wall with them, exhausted, + we began shooting fucking excrement at one another, as the saying goes.'" 10. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl sits in the delicacy + repose of the bench. Her idea of luxury + comfort is a bit different, having spent ½ her life on the lam. Dr. M. won't admit it but he finds the 1 Black circle on her skirt kind of disturbing. The Aufbauhaus is roundly abstract in form + made of White argillite so it diverts the warm air w/ a passion w/ its White phoebe-esque contours. The Snowy Fields, they have noticed from their outlook occasionally, devour their view-pts. w/ almost disturbing consistency, as if lined up either directly against them or in their favor, both notions equally frightening./ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'I told them about White H.. That he's dead. That he just up + died, for no apparent reason! + they said, "Who?" which surprised me completely, I though huh?, "Who?! You know damn well who!" but they replied so sincerely that I absolutely felt I must trust them.'" 11. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: '"No we don't. What are you talking about?" + I screamed at them in frustration "White H.!" but still, they insisted on complete ignorance, + were actually quite sad + mournful upon being told. So then I began to wonder + I asked them about you, but they didn't know who you were. They said they had never seen you there before.'/ Which The Wire-Haired Girl finds completely fucking hilarious, breaking up into laughter on the spot, hardly able to contain herself, holding her body in her arms./ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei ha ha hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ho ho ho ho ho…'" 12. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead I in venetian pink weak cobalt blue dress w/ her prussian blue hair in 3 circles/ whose nervous smile + her confident smile were identical in appearance/ her plastic face's limited vocabulary/ not (as hoped) the traditional huge-eyed expression of a woman whose identity had just been smashed into itty bitty bits. Others were more difficult to read: Pianohead X (White semi-opaque skirt-blouse) slumped in a chair/ Pianohead V's eyes (behind pretty black-rimmed glasses) zeroed in on a wall at the other side of the room/ Pianohead X (medium pink oh-so-pink black-outlined formal ball dress for the taking) w/ hand at her breast. Meanwhile, Captain R., our most bold + comical hero, adjusted his Yamabushi uniformed crotch, removed a few pieces of lint, + stepped forward. Certainly there was no enjoyment for him in this. No anguish or somehow-hungry defeat." 13. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Pianohead XIII's hand grips tensely the door-handle to a white closet door/ white w/ venetian pink hansa yellow pattern skirt accentuating the rounded curvature of her hips/ tight short-sleeved mini-coat white w/ black outline + black fake-fur mini-collar/ just slightly open plump lips/ top ½ of her face hidden by the far-down wide brim of a white round-brimmed hat w/ venetian pink hansa yellow pattern/ dishabille/ unfrocked/ cast in ½ shadow/ white shoes w/ black floral print + black stockings. Bam-bam-bam. Captain R. stifles a whine/cry disordinate. Capt. R.: 'Why don't I play your counterpart, Captain R., your double, + for simplicity of argument's sake say that I will make sure that for every proof you counter-prove, I will place another 2. + by the way, I think it's safe to say at this pt. that you won't be able to disprove many proofs down." 14. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha hei hei hei ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ho ho ho ho…'/ The Wire-Haired Girl, in Medium Gray White-outline petite dress w/ Black bold outline + Black round buttons." 15. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "White short-13-stubbed hair + White skin dark-circled Weak Qingbai eyes, looks at them w/ upturned face + stern Pink-ish lips./ Dr. M. taps slowly at the C.A.M. II in his Black-gloved hand./ The Wire-Haired Girl: 'Ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ha hei hei hei hei hei ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei ha ha hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hei hei hei hei hei hei hei ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha ho ho ho ho…'/ The Wire-Haired Girl laughs enthusiastically at Dr. M. adjusting her Black ball-shaped hat + well-polished Black round buttons drifting up over her protruding belly." 16. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "i) More + moreover/ sweet slumber/ (Rin-zai-roku)/ minute reflection/ Oh, Capt. R./ +/ Oh, Pianohead/ Guard2: 'Keep these things to yourself Capt. R. Yeah, ha, ha. Look, don't you think we should give the boy what he came for/ what he deserves.'/ the carnage that next ensues would drop your bottom lip to a quiver/ reduced to one irredefinable mass/ but the Guards refrain/ they're under strict orders/ Mr. O. runs a tight ship/ pausing, she turns back/ Pianohead/ deep breaths/ works wonders for peace of mind/ Guard1: 'Those plump lips of yours.' Guard2: '-so we can go back to-./ My my, rarely been witnessed.'/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips. ii) Rubber masks/ show's on in a few minutes/ Cover your bases/ growling ugly faces/ 2-circled heads/ OK, yeah, that makes sense./ fall to the ground/ The White Room/ Heat stroke." 17. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R. grimaces behind white rubber mask/super cloud-bodied air forming in restless stillness/ Capt. R.'s Yamabushi equipage latched tight to his cold numb body/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O : (0/_) O O O O O O O O O O O O O/." 18. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "Capt. R.: 'The villagers all gather round + talk to him all excited about something + they seem to know him from before already. So they sent me off to be taken away in custody with him, figuring that he would be able to take care of me all right + he could drop me off elsewhere when a safe bed might be provided for + then go on his way. + in the mean time I could keep a little company for him.'/ O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O/ in calm expectation/ cold/ weightless/ the clear plastic contours of the chair/ supple lips." 19. OOOOO. Capt. R.: (recorded on the C.A.M.) "You are weak to my vigorous virtue/ already at the fullest of your powers a reversionable system for us/ Mr. ?. Unfortunately you lost- to the- far ago- which is further-.' Beside The O.C.M. is a white mini-refrigerator (2 m. in height). Capt. R. opens it up + looks inside. Its contents are 26 glass bottles of weak cobalt blue solution, 26 glass bottles of Chandrakirti vodka, + 26 boxes of Chrysanthemum tea. The machine's cold sterile air enters Captain R.'s body brilliantly. He firmly closes it shut + looks away. The white room cold enters clearly his body w/ understanding/ wait/ resolution. Not Captain R., but myself. I take, firmly, respon