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Gazed at the sky and saw the words asymmetrical panel fashion and soldiers

By Mike Kleine.

Lonely Men Club

Excerpt from Lonely Men Club, published by Inside the Castle 31 May 2018

Gazed at the sky and saw the words asymmetrical panel fashion and soldiers. Talked about self-care and cover letters with this young woman from Iowa. Her name was Jill. Wrote short stories and titled it superGeodesic Theories IX and sent it to Dave Toschi. Prayed for nearly nine hours. Gazed into the putridturquoisepitchblack sky. Felt the energy of the helluniverse. Chemical. Felt this buzzing. Experienced Invisible forces. Felt what felt like tomorrow.  Analyzed a drawing of my head on the television screen. Sighed. The neck was all wrong. Went outside. It was one of those glacialvoid mornings in January. It was terrible. Had thoughts about going outside during one of those searing eveningsin September. It was great. In the fourth dimension, I feel I might be a marriage counselorresiding in Nebraska. I always go on runs that last fourdays. Had this conversation with my accountant. Dreamed of rain. Coughed into my shirt sleeve. Noticed what looked to be a formless substance. Once, when I was 13, I walked to the movie store and purchased Silver Heads by Yevgeny Yufit on Betamax. Checked the statement. The teller told me there was $2,422.70 left. Went to the restroom for twominutes. Trimmed my beard. Drove to Lake Tahoe and saw the fourth dimension. Went to a nightclub. Glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 02:33 on a Wednesday. Owed $166.11 in taxes. Read sections from the Book of Mormon for ten hours. Attacked an old man in Illinois. Contemplated nothing and drafted a letter and dropped it in a safe. Injected adderall. Left the country for a bit and traveled to Sénégal. It was amazing. Imagined something. It made me cry. nightmared about 36 forgottengods. Dreamed of the colour forgottencatawba. Was late to work. Snapped a shot of owls. Smoked Virginia Slims. Went on a date with this lady who was 31.

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Recited a quick foreverprayer. It was about the light. An ambulance rushed past me. Walked to the car park. Saw this person at this private soirée. Outside, something made a sound. I left the floor and checked it out. I watched a programme on the television and learned things I did not know. I bought a painting of some freaky cave-dwellers surrounding a camp fire. I took a moment and looked out the window of my apartment at a woman running. I needed masking tape for something. Sometimes, I’ll watch a documentary on North Korea. I went to the Heard Observatory ofNebraska. Wrote a letter and sent it to The San Francisco Examiner. Zodiac = 11, SFPD: 0. Wrote a poem about the future. Mailed it to Paul Avery. Received a bill for $778.95. It was from Walmart. It had been a short year. Wrote my thoughts on black holes in my pocket notebook. I feel better when the clouds areblack. Felt invincible. Thought about suiciding in the abandonedspare room. Thought about doing it with a gun. Recited a quick foreverprayer. It was about dark spells. An exotic car zoomed past tomorrowme. Walked to the aquarium.

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Remembered Lake Herman Road and the autumn of 1968. Fire. Heard a buzzing. Experienced Sorcerers. Felt tomorrow. Did not like lakesforgotten. twiggyBushido Blade. Luciferian townhouses.

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Unrolled the fuckednamazlıq and faced Mississippi. Prayed for nearly nineteen hours. Looked up into the decayingorangepurple Earth ceiling. Observed the energy of the hellstars. Prayed for ultrapestilence to Djje’Djd-KellAm’Salaam, god of non-monogamy and mountain winds and black oceans. Recalled Lake Herman Road and the autumn of 1968. Water. Heard a buzzing. Saw Invisible forces. Felt tomorrow. Feared tunnels. Miami in 1978. Impossible castles. Turned into this destructivebeam of yellow light.

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I drove to the library and checked out Les Atomiques by Éric Laurrent. I walked to the bookstore and purchased The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Made tilapia for supper. Boiled destroyedyellow tea. Recorded a track on a Clavia Nord Modular G2 synth. Met up with the Italian Unabomberat a Krispy Kreme in Kentucky. Lamented about sharing economiesand health insurance. A new beginningswelling. Saw Last Year at Marienbad by Alain Resnais for the third time. An advertisement within a buildingabout sponsored content. Coughed into my dominant hand. We sent it to Paul Avery. Sang to Sham-An-Inkh-Tah, god of the cosmos and race traitors. Broke the promise I made to Elajou-Tamp-Q’uun, goddess of honour and broken promises. Unrolled my pasahapan and faced Kentucky. Prayed for ninety-nine hours. Gazed into the rottenredwhite Earth ceiling sky. Observed the energy of the helluniverse. Saw what looked like a formless substance. Once, when I was 11, I walked to the movie store and picked upWavelength by Michael Snow on LaserDisc. Verified the account. The ATM read that there was $1,344.74 left. Went to the bathroom for seventeenminutes. Did nothing. Had a similar dream. This one informed me a bit. Clipped my toenails. Trimmed my beard. Took the train to Lake Mead and imagined infinite worlds. Witnessed something exceptional, etcetera. The vibrations of a missile at 140 Hz. MMM mmMM mM M mM m MM MM mM m MM MMMmmmmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMM mM mMMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMMmM mM MMMm MM MMMmmM mM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMM mM mm MM MMMmM mM m MM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM m MM MMMMMm MMM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMM MMMMmmM mM m MM MMMmmmMMMmMmMm MM mMM M M Mm MMM MM MmmmMMMMMmmmMMmmmmMMMMM MM mMM MMM MM mm mm mmmm m m  m  m m m mmm m mmm mm m m m mm m mM m MM MMMMMm MMM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMM mmmmMM m mMM mM M MM MM M mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM m MM MMMMMm MMM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMM MMMMmmM mM m MM MMMmmmMMMmMmMm MM mMM M M Mm MMM MM MMMM mmMM mM M mM m MM MM mM m MM MMMmmmmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMM mM mM m MM MMMMMm MMM mM m MM MMMM mM m MM MMM MMMMmmM mM m MM MMMmmmMMMmMmMm MM mMM M M Mm MMM MM MMMM mmMM mM M mM m MM MM mM m MM MMMmmmmM mM m MM MMMmmM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM MMMMMMMmmMMMMMmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMmmMMMmmM mM m MM MMMmM mM m MM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM mM m MM MMM mM mM m MM MMMmM mM MMMMMMMmmMMMMMmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm MM mM m MM MMM mmmmMM m mMM mM M MM MM M mM m MM m m m mmm m mmm mm m m m mm m mM m MM MMMMMm MMM mM m MM ’’’’’’’.’; .’;.; .;

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Dirty Beaches show. Visited the clothing store over by17th Avenue and tried on this angry cat embroidered intarsia wool sweater by Gucci and a pair of drippingoverdyed cotton-jersey drawstring shorts by Cav Empt. Discussed closets and late nightswith this old woman from Ohio. Her name was Carissa. Wrote a poem and titled itultraBlack Darkness VII and sent it to Dave Toschi.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mike Kleine is the author of Lonely Men Club (Inside the Castle, 2018) and other texts.

First published in 3:AM Magazine: Thursday, May 31st, 2018.