MONEY HAS AN ENEMY: RING ONE Money Has An Enemy 1.1 The Black Box was the Bank itself. We found an amphibious Jaguar at the bottom of Long River. A Bugle blew to tell that we had found it there. The consequent Conflagration came close upon the blows of many-a-Hammerhead. Everything flowed into or out of Deep Storage. These were the means: Hammerhead and Jaguar. Long River concealed a rattled Saber. Long River flowed from Black Box. No Bugle blew for this.  Red Box--Red Book--also. It will one day foment a Conflagration along Long River. We used our Tongs to pluck Zero out of the range of Hammerhead so that our perfect Crystal long remain free of Aberration. Thank god for Tongs. They break the Bank and further Transport.  Otherwise Crystal has a Bank in it. Better rattle Saber than resolve down into Deep Storage. It is written that Long River suffered a certain Infirmity and that the Rocks along Long River hid the Saber/Jaguar not only in its waters but on the pages of Red Book. Along the Long River river banks-- Violets. On the hill along Long River-- an Old Hotel. At dawn, a Bugle. In every room a big Red Book. In the book news of sounds produced by an African Rattle to neutralize the Saber. Enter Wrench Boy.  It was his Vocabulary that provoked the Great Conflagration, frustrated Hammerhead, compelled Red Book to open on its stand. It said: "One Bank has all the money. Let Long River be smothered by Violets. Know that Long River runs The Old Hotel. "  A Rock at Infinity beyond The Broken Mountain. That one Bank may well rattle its Saber. But this Bank had never been in embryo. You had to have adequate Rain Gear to ford the long Long River and reach the Old Hotel. Imprecation: Run up the Bank of Long River and seize the Bellows. Then would there be quite a Melee to confound the Long River with adequate Vocabulary and an African Rattle to awaken us all from Deep Storage and foment the Great Conflagration. Money Has An Enemy 2.1 To arrive at Zero, evade the Jaguar and fill Black Box with what a Bellows blows thus availing Transport. Engaging Wrench Boy we avail ourselves of Rain Gear from The Old Hotel. Donning our Rain Gear we entice a quiet Jaguar from the Black Box. The Bellows sucked life up from the Box thing's strange Black hollows; The Bellows blew new life back within it-- life degree Zero-- affording Transport. In The Old Hotel Red Book prescribed the use of Tongs for the general Melee; the use of Bellows also and the stability of Crystal. Hammerhead, of course: a general Aberration. Rain Gear: proof against it. Tongs: proof against Melee. Hammerhead, once reproved, the Aberration might be confined by intentional Vocabulary.  When the Bugle sounded the Bellows was gone and the general Infirmity confined. Crystal remained in Embryo. This was no Infirmity but the work of the Bellows conducted without a Bellows.  We must put on Rain Gear because the Rocks are wet and smooth. A general Conflagration was no Aberration. It was confined to a Black Box as long as Embryo sustained Deep Storage. The Infirmity required Rain Gear, and the Black Box was a kind of Old Hotel-- a Bank actually-- an Infirmity requiring Deep Storage.  Violet thinks to restore Infirmity: just apply the Bellows. Out of Black Box the application of Tongs by Wrench Boy: an attempt to constrain Hammerhead and deny him Transport.  Begin at Infinity as in Red Book. A Conflagration, improved by pumping Bellows, could no longer be confined to Deep Storage. An African Rattle rattled through Rain Gear. May the Aberration in Embryo as depicted in Red Book with its frequent mention of Rain Gear restore the entire Infirmity. Money Has An Enemy 3.1 It was no aberration. Black Box meant Zero was all we could know about Crystal and her infamous vocabulary. Resistance was but in embryo: too soon to bugle a world's infirmity. Bugle zero. Crystal shuts out Bugle. Crystal sustains Aberration for all her rich vocabulary.  Rain gear for the Melee-- simultaneous sonic eruptions from Bugle, Hammerhead, African Rattle. Rain Gear extracted from Black Box: misdirection by Violets. A question of transport. And now you can see the crystal. It shimmers to infinity. What (or is it who?) is this Black Box? Can it speak like a Bugle? Look inside it? Full of rocks, Black Box. Infinity? A Melee administered by Tongs to jive Infinity. Enter Wrench Boy. He plumbs interior Zero, plies the Bellows (this Wrench Boy), finds Infinity, palpates each Aberration. He dons the Rain Gear retrieved from Deep Storage. He drinks up Long River, transmutes it to Crystal, makes song of the Melee.  Now Bugle the Bank. It reeks of dank old Deep Storage, thinks crystal--a bothersome infirmity; eyes with suspicion The Old Hotel and its Wrench Boy; denies point blank Infinity compressed in The Old Hotel. It seeks to remain a Black Box and maintain a monopoly over the operations of Bellows. But The Old Hotel knows Infinity to be its bugle. Zero is no infirmity when it rattles saber from its black box, distributes infinity from the infinite rooms of The Old Hotel.  Now the conflagration which Wrench Boy happily opens is out of the grand Red Book whose pages are crystal. Money Has An Enemy 4.1 The Melee resolves to zero. Aberration managed by tongs sprang up violets along Long River whose Transport promised just about Infinity. Is Transport, then, Aberration? Is the work of Tongs--Aberration? the work of Tongs-- to transmute every Melee by misdirection of Violets?  The Bank itself is an operation conducted with Tongs. Infinity: Zero broken open as in an African rattle. The utter depletion of Deep Storage. Apotheosis of Tongs. Restoration of Hammerhead. Infinity not Black Box only but the Bank in a state of Transport deploys the Bellows to huff and puff away The Old Hotel. Black Box itself Deep Storage. Everything in embryo. Zero to reinvent itself as an African Rattle. Tongs to manipulate Infirmity and manage as if responsibly quite whacked out Infinity. The end of Transport. Bugle Zero only. Take rooms in the Old Hotel on account of Infirmity.  My Vocabulary functioned like Tongs in a Bank: an apparition of Zero. But some Tongs picked Rocks and opened the Black Box and found it an Old Hotel with a strange Aberration: It wielded Bellows and Tongs with expertise to exacerbate Infinity.  The Jaguar prowled and parked outside The Old Hotel. It was a world in Embryo in spite of the Infirmity of age. They knew how to transmute it with Tongs.  The Red Book knew the secrets of Long River and the Transport of Rain Gear. The Conflagration both opened and managed by Tongs. Hammerhead likewise managed. Zero worked to purge The Old Hotel of its queer Infirmity. Money Has An Enemy 5.1 Shake an African rattle at any aberration. Make or break a melee. Hammerhead, be happy. He shits rocks. He bellows out vocabulary and owns the bank. Vocabulary dodges the melee. O Hammerhead, the melee is you. You strike with your hammerheads. Your African rattle is muted. You think like rocks.  The bank sucks up with its bellows the entire vocabulary of Wrench Boy and delivers it to Hammerhead. Vocabulary contributes to melee. Vocabulary manipulated by tongs. The '97 jaguar prowls along Long River. Even the bugle bugles vocabulary. In Jaguar's vocabulary "infinity" renames infinity. Conflagration amuses Hammerhead.  For Hammerhead there is no transport. His bellows disperses vocabulary. Each item translates "zero." Zero translates rocks.  If we had Rain Gear, we'd restore the Aberration. We'd dance in Rain Gear and ravish with Crystal. As it is, what happens is Hammerhead runs the bank. Yet Infinity bellows Hammerhead and issues quizzes.  In Embryo, Vocabulary: Crystal. Infirmity provides its own Vocabulary appearing convex to Jaguar. Zero to a Jaguar seems an Aberration.  Out of Deep Storage Conflagration restocks the Bank.  We wish that the Black Box would disclose our Infirmity. The crash occurred along Long River. We were smothered with Violets, but Violets are not immured against Hammerhead though they are bestrewn on the Bank.  Bugle: salute Aberration, that Melee redeem Old Hotel and Hammerhead diminish to a figment in a Red Book. Money Has An Enemy 6.1 After the Conflagration nothing remained for a Melee-- an African Rattle, a satchel of Rain Gear, a Red Book. A Crystal. Among the return of the Violets a Jaguar prowled without object. What were Violets to him? (Or an African Rattle, for all that.) The Rain Gear was anomalous. The sounds from an African Rattle were not to be denied by the donning of Rain Gear. The Conflagration faded into the pages of a Red Book. But with the Violets there manifested Hammerhead to rig the Bank and distribute as misdirection Rain Gear and as if a shadow of what had happened here-- Black Box.  The family that invented the bank treated it as a kind of crystal, and they put on rain gear in a state of transport for which the word "melee" and the African rattle revealed at last as a property of Wrench Boy, oblivious to violets was plucked by tongs and yet remained undisclosed in a black box.  The violets covered the bank and the enemy of money was inhaled by a bellows so that the melee pertaining thereunto was awakened once again in the message of an African rattle.  The long river, harmonious of violets, truly. But what were the tongs for then but to make an extract of Infinity, delicately, as if a great chain of Violets consigned to a Black Box? The term for Aberration was "black box." And this allowed a congenial melee at The Old Hotel where Wrench Boy disguised by rain gear blew his bugle.  The vocabulary included "melee," but that concealed a melee in embryo only.  Then would Zero propagate Infinity: unfashionable rain gear stashed in a black box and Infinity cultivated Wrench Boy but failed to mitigate-- failed to mollify--Melee. Infinity cultivated Jaguar but only aggravated Infirmity: you could not just put Rain Gear in Deep Storage-- Rain Gear together with Old Bugle and a few loose rocks. The word "melee" did instigate a melee. Money Has An Enemy 7.1 Wrench Boy has an African Rattle. It was he that first ignited Conflagration. He did it with his Bugle lifted from Deep Storage. He took Tongs. He built a house of Rocks. He set up his black box. The rocks would last against the conflagration. What was that "bugle" really? and who this "Wrench Boy"? To know such things one must plumb Deep Storage.  An infinity of questions just amounts to zero. To bugle up such a conflagration required sufficient vocabulary and a set of tongs and some violets--well, it couldn't have been just any pretty local flowerets supplied to mollify African Rattle or whoever might have drawn them from Deep Storage.  Out in the rain both you and your rain gear-- but who came after that? They call her Crystal.  How deep is zero if ambiguously set as a black box merely, "protected" by Jaguar or a motor car or circumambulated by a man and his saber dagger?  There will be a melee, with Zero attending, African Rattle instrumental in releasing that melee. African Rattle herself a black box in potential.  Bugle sufficient to inaugurate transport. All the remaining violets smothered the bank. Stupid Hammerhead. In embryo heady bugle music, an utter aberration in the sound scene.  To break the bank, the bugle player stood in the center of town on a black box. From his belt there hung a saber. On his cap a glittering crystal. The rest of the band were proper townsmen shaking African rattles. Of this there was some mention on the pages of Red Book: A picture of a thing with a bugle next to a handsome calligraphic zero an African rattle a bellows and many other items all bestrewn as if in embryo a conflagration were about to spring where some infirmity had sprouted. And also in that book an image of Long River and its hint of conflagration and the African rattle was just like in life and hanging from the belt of the bugle player an ornamental military saber. Money Has An Enemy 8.1 Once in embryo, Conflagration, even in Wrench Boy's cerebration, sped through The Old Hotel. Had Hammerhead heard tell of it? He had somehow acquired a copy of Red Book, though what was in it for him was exactly zero. Had Red Book been composed in truth by Wrench Boy? It was a means of transport, at least for Wrench Boy, transport, but in embryo only, for all who truly lived in The Old Hotel. Violets everywhere and other flowerets. Wrench boy, identified with his bugle, along Long River, and under his arm a red box. By no means did he stash inside it rain gear. He had an attitude regarding Aberration he'd acquired during the composition of Red Book. That book was not Black Box. He threw his tongs into the conflagration. This was Wrench Boy.  Infinity considered by some an aberration was transport for Wrench Boy. A violet garland wound round his wrench. If Hammerhead ever saw this it looked like rocks to him. What did he imagine when he thought of Conflagration? An old hotel.  Consider again Red Book. Do you think of Melee? The jaguar found the tongs and held them in his mouth. "Aberration"--that is the word for it-- interrupted transport and put itself in everyone's vocabulary. But this, for Hammerhead, in his nervousness, became Black Box. Is Aberration Conflagration? A jaguar dressed in rain gear to addle the head of Hammerhead. A garland of violets afloat and perfectly safe amidst the conflagration.  As if only in embryo amidst a tumult of sound shook out by an African rattle-- Conflagration, degree zero-- as if in a black box that tongs alone could render more explicit: conflagration itself and in the minds of Wrench Boy.  Rocks so quiet along the river adorn the joyous pages of Red Book. A violet is all it takes to calm the bellows. Quiescent within each rock the power of Conflagration. But Crystal sits alone in quiet contemplation as the thought of an old conflagration utterly consumes The Old Hotel. Money Has An Enemy 9.1 Money is a long river at the end of which find Wrench Boy. In embryo, perhaps, but his vocabulary--even in maturity-- encompasses "Infirmity." He buys you all you need including rain gear, your being being buried in Deep Storage.  How much cash would it take to unlearn the aberration? All you keep in deep storage, all in embryo, all your vocabulary hazards against your cash reserves and all that shall come forth one day from embryo. Vocabulary streams along Long River to reduce Infirmity.  Tongs plucked "tongs" from logological storage. An uneasy "bugle" found Black Box unconscienable and, oblivious to "red Book" utterly, took Melee by the hand, ignored her aberration.  "Jaguar" is oblivious to money, and yet he sits on Wrench Boy's watch. When it comes to Rocks, Deep Storage is quite unnecessary. There is no money recorded in Red Book. All things change places as in a black box. Bellows blows its money. When money beckons, Red Box belongs to Melee and her queer infirmity. She gets up and takes a quick walk.  Zero expenditure ruins Deep Storage. Crystal empties her vocabulary, denies the aberration, Deep Storage has sex with an African rattle. Deaf Black Box eats Hammerhead's hammerheads. Rocks attempts assimilate Crystal. The Bank keeps ozone in deep storage but when it bellows crystal, Rain Gear disrupts Deep Storage and has sex with Aberration. With Aberration, Vocabulary exceeds Infinity. Violet's vocabulary? Well, we'll say "Deep Storage." Transport has sex with Crystal, finally, finally breaking in on her vocabulary. Her vocabulary violates Violet and softens her aberration. Wrench Boy owns up at last to The Old Hotel. Wrench Boy, if only in embryo, resumes his own vocabulary. Money Has An Enemy 10.1 To continue: Bellows had sex in embryo along Long River. Violet ignored Infinity. Bugle blasted through The Old Hotel but reached for Melee. The Old Hotel stayed firm along Long River. Violet along Long River had sex with Violet. Bellows blew out Infinity.  Bugle understood that Old Hotel was deep in secret penury. The rocks upon which the edifice was erected left it unprotected from fiduciary melee.  Violet had taken out a large loan from the bank, and how would she repay it? A matter for Black Box.  Having donned her rain gear and given thought to the tiny thing in embryo inside her, off went Crystal to pay a visit to Violet. Vocabulary in this case had precious little to do with it. A brand new African rattle albeit only in embryo rattled Deep Storage. Old Hotel perched above Long River made secret inquiry regarding the use of tongs.  Melee failed to acknowledge her debt to Violet. Violet watched her data vanish from the red box. African Rattle had second thoughts regarding Violet and considered her debt to herself an aberration. Everyone required new rain gear because conditions along Long River portended conflagration.  The urgency to square off and regain Zero Sum Gain was for everyone as exigent as rain gear. African Rattle was rattled and railed against Infinity.  There was enmity among the rocks. Violet searched desperately for violets. Wrench Boy no longer had the confidence of his wrenches. Melee, to whom enmity was no aberration felt enmity against herself and sought, for the first time, to begin again in embryo.  African Rattle stifled herself; sought refuge in the Old Hotel. The silence there brought transport to no one. No one bought violets.  No one waved an ornamental saber. No one organized her acts to the calls of a bugle. Rain gear wore the tares of Aberration. No one bought violets. Hammerhead brought an action against The Old Hotel. Everyone cried out: "Infirmity," "Infirmity." Money Has An Enemy 11.1 (Cosmos) We knew a world whose substance was crystal within which all time were but one long river. And the god used a bellows and the world had rocks in it and space was a bank. To be in it might seem a state of transport were it not that Infirmity was one of the deities. But it was not this god that blew an unquiet bellows or built a house on rocks. Bellows, rocks, and the principle of crystal belonged to the god that ran the bank.  The god who secretly lends support to Melee: his transport is hidden, his joy, a clashing of rocks.  Being itself was like a black box, and out of it rushed Long River, as if to serve a god whose nature was conflagration and whose primary instrument was tongs. And the cosmos thus constituted read out as a big red box.  Conflagration herself was intimate with Long River. The space that housed the things of it seemed like a space of deep storage. Forever lurking about in the sea of it: a god like a hammerhead shark. It roamed the deeps in flight from an African rattle, the sound of which haunted the sea like the news of a bugle. But he knew how to manipulate a bellows: they were as gills for him and blew his bugle. His consort was Melee.  And the Old Hotel kept the memory of Long River. Its concierge was a god in the form of a jaguar. The Old Hotel commuted with Deep Storage.  If you need to divert a river you use a bellows. The whole scene was sweetened by violets. One used tongs to compensate the deficits of infirmity and to select the appropriate vocabulary and to quip when necessary with the god called "Conflagration."  Conflagration had sex with infirmity. Their issue was Melee.  A bugle marked the stations along Long River; that is, it timed the bellows.  The name of this world is Red box. One takes up tongs to compensate Zero whose affinity in this case is with rocks. Conflagration and Melee consorted en flagrante. If things got somewhat trying they did it in rain gear. Infirmity determined the vocabulary. Aberration has sex with Infirmity. Their issue but weak conflagration.  Utterly beyond this cosmos is the substance of infinity. Yes, it is a secret interiority of rocks, revealed if strong conflagration erupt along Long River. Wrench Boy aloof here--the Witness-- no matter the aberration-- the bugle was not his. His business waited in embryo. Money Has An Enemy 12.1 (Macroanthropos) Tongs were used to purge "The Thing's" intestines, bellows to cleanse its kidneys. The liver is composed of clean crystal. We read of this in our Red Book. Our lips are sealed. The jaguar was its secret thing. The throat where vocabulary is docketed-- a conduit to infinity; that is, the head. Its gonads heated to the verge of conflagration. Infinity resolved the mind. It grew like crystal. The Red Book grew like crystal. The Red Box provided the appropriate tongs. The jaguar imparted mysterious instructions.  It was a mammal, certainly, but, as they say, "at infinity." Left arm long river long river left arm Wrench Boy, possibly, but revealed as Hermaphroditus. The heart in its breast in continuous transport at ease with Infinity-- left leg an African rattle.  All this can be read in Red Book for money. You can have it too if you pump your bellows. Crystal was amazed to see Violet with a beard. She herself at ease with her own conflagration. Wrench Boy Wrench Girl Wrench! Tools in a red box with a nose for deep storage and eyes immune to infirmity-- ...pumped his bellows--his brain a black box.  Infirmity a figure for Money. Hammerhead a stomach full of rage against "free infinity." The Old Hotel full of ears. The lungs are made out of rain gear (or vice versa).  Your eyes will cure infirmity, bellows suck out and blow back Black Box and its secret infinity.  Put tongs to true uses: Infinity broke the bank; put in its place Red Book with its lack of propensity for money, its opened, deep storage.  Left breast no aberration elixir of transport kidneys work the bellows Hammerhead nothing but stomach white lips shut up in Red Book wiped out and quick by an African rattle  a mammal's job--right breast left breast exaltation of Zero extinction through transport long fast river run past the zoo  Red Book open deep storage in embryo: Melee right arm right leg respectively Transport-- O take me to the Old Hotel (but you keep the rain gear .... Money Has An Enemy 13.1 (Ontology) Hammerhead has positive belief and smashes crystal: can't abide manifest ideality. Who shall wield the tongs? Who find the method? Consult deep storage: source and sink. In the beginning and the end what all this is: Black Box tinctured with violets. The thralldom: "that all can be known" possesses the Bank. Wrench Boy: "The Magus of Being" (a magical being). The Bank deploys the Tongs. But know that Deep Storage stocks tongs also. Deep Storage can never be emptied by mind blown of Hammerhead. If Being is it is as Black Box.  Infinity's refuge: a covering of rain gear. Bank thrives on infirmity. When the bugle of Awakening blasts, Infinity cohabits with Crystal. Their issue: such Zero as liberates thralldom.  The Old Hotel and its fanciful vocabulary commutes with Red Book. Red Book mentions Deep Storage. That which generates in embryo ends up in deep storage. Infirmity--Bewitchment itself-- restocks deep storage. At the lip of Black Abyss circumambulates Wrench Boy.  Rocks index all things so that Source and Sink informs the circulation of Wrench boy, a magical being whose "zest"-- the word "zest" (word-zest) sees Conflagration ravage The Bank, certainly, and there there is an environs of quick lightning. The fragments retrieved from the consequent conflagration jive and supply Deep Storage whose master at last proves to be Wrench Boy.  Jaguar, the sentintel, prowls at The Sink and The Source --responsible to Wrench Boy only. What is a Storm Tower? Conflagration's partner in affinity.  Long River roils, rich in impossibility. An African rattle vocabularies Infinity. Bugle tunes elaborate Transport of Vocabulary's provocation to Melee. Deep Storage bellows no longer in embryo only. Crystal couples with Melee and changes the sense of "Deep Storage." Money Has An Enemy 14.1 Take off your rain gear if you want to wield those tongs. Hammerhead's on a tear through the Old Hotel. His quiz score, zero. Around the rocks by the sea shore, the jaguar protects that which, in embryo, must eventually melt Hammerhead away; and the Old Hotel in its atmosphere of terror, fear Hammerhead no more; and the Old Hotel distribute its rich stash of rain gear and propagate Zero.  Vocabulary activates Jaguar. The Red Box "contains" Conflagration. Jaguar drives along Long River.  Now is the time and place of the terribly small. Small infinity runs both ways. Tiny tongs, never tiny enough. Hammerhead, Hammerhead, where are you heading? Back into deep storage. Your head is so small. The smaller the sound, the hotter the bugle. The little jaguar took his Ph.D. to vex The Whiz. Small red boxes to fill the small long river? The smallest jaguar sends a signal to diminishing Wrench Boy. Violet gets little quicker than the tongs that pick her. An exasperated Hammerhead gets smaller quicker than his hammerheads. Will smaller bellows extinguish Conflagration? Will small money accommodate Violet? Infinity prefigures Transport. Big money comes to the small hotel and down it goes along Long River.  Crystal rocks in spite of infirmity dispense with money and listen to an African rattle, listen to an Old Hotel. It cashes out and the melee settles. Rocks form a hortus conclusus to pleasure Violet and place a world without money in a Black Box. Money Has An Enemy 15.1 Who owns the bugle? Hammerhead. Who bought the rain gear? Infirmity. Do we wish to say that this is Aberration? In Red Book: Black Box, set up like an abandoned newspaper kiosk at a bend on Long River.  One man has all the money stashed in his black box. Must we all make do with rain gear? concede infirmity? Rain gear will "do" for that. Who owns infirmity? The bugle is silent. We call that "aberration."  A quiet time in a tranquil zone in rain gear relaxed in our infirmity. No one at all owns African Rattle, no one possesses Long River. No need for tongs. Destiny: black box for "tomorrow." No use for tongs. Infirmity grows strong "on its own"-- no help from Bellows. Velocity governs Transport who turns grim rocks to shining stones. There will be but small function for Hammerhead.  Tranquil time in embryo works the bellows, Black box impatient with rain gear. Ghost job. Crystal shows Wrench Boy how rocks can shine like stones: you change your vocabulary. Is it Zero who has all the money? Deaf Hammerhead, astonished, keeps growing smaller. He orders rain gear to conceal Infinity. Too late for that.  Jaguar gathers silence. He puts an eye on Hammerhead, astonishing Melee, arresting Conflagration. Hammerhead backs up to the bank, a black box now. All the money still in it? Jaguar gathers silence and sidles up to Wrench Boy, mentally. A shared vocabulary. Black Box rattles inside it. Air blows bellows all over aberration. Infinity trumps money, discounting Infirmity in an abandoned atelier of the Old Hotel affecting deep storage. You'll still find the data in Red Book. Hammerhead drowns himself in Long River and turns into an embryo. Violets spring up where Hammerhead did that. His heart, for a moment only, is like a jaguar. Money Has An Enemy 16.1 (Fiduciary Matters) The vocabulary was ruled by accountancy. They used for paper money scraps of shredded Rain Gear. We Bugled for coinage. In the Old Hotel Infinity went on salary. Money in escrow generated Melee.  Stock and Deep Storage grew and grew depleted till expenditure went to Zero. Debt waxed and waned like a Bellows. Zero blew the Bugle.  When receipts approached Infinity coinage broke the Bugle. Infinity invaded Vocabulary. Once again, Melee.  Interest at the Bank broached Infinity. Emoluments for services rendered and goods supplied-- Black Box. Had to garnish Long River. Universal bankruptcy-- Conflagration neutralized. Expenditure, Zero. Who then should inherit this African Rattle? Infinity broke the Bank.  Lets have a sip of julep in the lounge of the Old Hotel. The cost will be zero. Crystal evacuates budget. No coin good coin? Melt down the bugle. Little red box full of cash? Everything fuzzy. Receipts have harassed Infinity replaced one and all by an elegant crystal.  Look here. Give me those bellows. Red Book Blank Book . Black. What happened to Hammerhead? They couldn't pay him off so Black Box absorbed him.  A great change came over the character of Transport. He became one. Expenditure impossible? Dive straight for zero. The jaguar prowls and struts but liquidates all investments and seals every document with violets. Not even rocks acceptable as currency. Extortion in embryo. Apply to the bursar for transport. Infinity hammered out Hammerhead.  They had to use tongs and calipers to extract the embryo from the red box at the bottom of Long River and normalize infinity. But Infinity will not be normalized, it being the most cherished cerebration belonging to Wrench Boy to work infinity until it sweats out crystal whatever the melee.  If money has an enemy find her along Long River and marry her to Deep Storage, and when there are True Numbers plucked from the signatures of The Red Book blow the bugle; open once again The Old Hotel for money has an enemy, infirmity in embryo, aberration, no aberration but the Mother of Melee. Money Has An Enemy 17.1 In a state of transport I blew the bugle. My vocabulary broke the bank. In dead of night an African rattle. In the Old Hotel aberration discerned in a crystal. Aberration in vocabulary? the bank had its own vocabulary. The bank took exception to transport. Money had an enemy. In the dead of night an African rattle.  But Aberrancy was a substance of Being. Tongs: two hands and a vertex whence all thought commences. Bellows: two hands and a nozzle where the suck and the blow occurs.  Vocabulary a funnel for Being quite vexed by fog when Being blows the bugle-- melee sucked up in melee-- emanation of violet-- impertinence of bank.  Bellows sucks up and blows out again-- Long River emanation from Vertex but whose are the hands to squeeze it? They come out of Black Box balanced on sharp rocks-- intensity managed by Zero-- sure access to Deep Storage. Bugle restored to Wrench boy. Hammerhead restored by Long River. Deep Storage pumps bellows to jazz up the bank. Out of "in embryo" the bank's conflagration transmuted. Bank obtrudes an energized jaguar. All power to Zero in the sound of an African rattle. Bugle vibrates straight through Infirmity.  Red Book chronicles Aberrancy. Melee expositor of melee. Long River provides its own rain gear. Money Has An Enemy 18.1 Violets grow their own vocabulary-- a transport of flowerets-- a nosegay for jaguars-- a conflagration of flowerets. Check out the fire of infirmity-- a melee with a thousand tongs a melee of transport: everyone turns into a jaguar for the god is a god of transport the jaguar's in oscillation with violets oscillation provides the flame for conflagration.  Degree zero infirmity: the jaguar permeated by zero, each cell an empty red box.  Our vocabulary was compelled by an action of bellows. All space a geometry for hyper-dimensional crystal.  Being itself is Black Box-- no god can create it no devil destroy-- jaguar prints on all the faces of it-- each face the face of infinity assaulted directly in Hammerhead's face off with Jaguar. Jaguar aflame with African rattles. Hammerhead equipped with a ravishing vocabulary.  Lights out at The Old hotel: Occultation of Transport. Bank the eclipse of The Old Hotel: Hidden violets abloom in it. The old Hotel in flux towards perfect crystal. In every room diminutive conflagration. ---Z Neither melee nor aberrancy Being in the appearance of rocks, an infinite vocabulary, vocabulary an umbrella for violets. The bank of the river built up to appear a rock fortress. At the toy pavillion purchased at the top of which bellows presented to be examined by Wrench Boy.  Deep storage in flux up to melee. Infinity working the bellows. Melee incredulous of Hammerhead 's face off with Jaguar, both costumed in rain gear, one pumping the bellows to light up The Old Hotel; one blasting the Bugle! The Bugle to summon the jaguar or else to call one out of Black Box as if just developed "in embryo" to park in the back of The Old Hotel.  O if only to suggest that Crystal inhibit infirmity the long river might run forever in front of the Old Hotel-- vocabulary written on rocks each jaguar with a diadem of crystal --- ALTERNATIVE ENDING (after ---Z Deep Storage is positive about Melee as long as she falls short of positive infinity; otherwise if bellows cause Melee to fan out-- have to call upon Hammerhead. The Jaguar dolled up in rain gear sneaks up on Bellows. Each room in the Old Hotel equipped with a bugle. When you blow the right tune on your bugle it stupefies Jaguar. He has to jump back into Black Box. Certain cycles turn inexorably toward embryo. The Old Hotel was once a House of Crystal. A balm to infirmity. To listen all night to Long River. Each room in the Old Hotel complete with its own vocabulary. Even the rocks here complement the harmony. Jaguar's gem-star eyes fascinate Crystal. Money Has An Enemy 19.1 Beginning with Rocks: transport them to an armoire stufffed with violets. Black Box: "Being." The business of Wrench Boy. He shepherds infinity with an African rattle not ignorant of but oblivious in regard to Hammerhead. Violets turn heads to Black Box, all naked and covered with violets. She begin again with rocks and agitates Wrench Boy.  Deep in the complex sound of an African rattle, I heard a bank exacerbate infinity using burning tongs. The African rattle conjured up those tongs right out of some "nowhere" that is like a black box.  Aberrancy cuts off Transport but so sweet a bottle of violets sits in each window of the Old Hotel that lovely Crystal sighs that she is smothered by rain gear and fears that Black Box is just another name for empty zero.  Well, that's an aberration. Quickly transport rocks into another vocabulary and write in Red Book. Black Box is Being Herself-- everything's embryo.  Put that in your bugle. Out pops crystal. Infirmity zaps Aberrancy (or vice versa). Deep Storage supplies Red Box. Stand by: Wrench Boy.  He expostulates: "I give you conflagration. I shake my African rattle. Out comes the next vocabulary-- watch out for Hammerhead. In comes a truck full of jaguars. Each jaguar a gemstone from Being. They prowl along Long River. Useless, your rain gear. Remember, Being is a Black Box. It might be full of violets. It might compel aberration all the way to infinity. Melee herself a toy house of transport." Thus spake Wrench Boy.  His vocabulary took refuge in rain gear for transport all along Long River. He found a red book in a pocket of his rain gear, but worked the bellows any way. Black Box manifests anywhere. Even as a pocket in rain gear. He suffered no infirmity. Money Has An Enemy 20.1 (The Market Maker) If it's anywhere it's in Red Book. Ultra violet vibration purifies each rock. Zero is approachable. A cosmos in embryo. Circulation enlivens the bank. Conflagration on a cosmic scale-- subtle but pervasive. Instead of a zoot suit, rain gear. Conflagration spits out galactic rocks. Zero is unreachable. Red Book itself but a cosmos in embryo.  Wrench Boy in a space suit sends violets to Violet. His arrangement with Hammerhead has little to do with rain gear. The two together conspire to manage tongs in order to wreck the coinage-- debase it to the gates of vacuous infinity-- a dastardly ruse of Hammerhead, if undreaded.  The market maker on Mercury possessed an ornamental bellows and a bugle not for use. Something in the nature of his business pertained to Zero. He has his eye on Melee and dreams of a puissant perch on the old hotel; yet he, though caught in the quivering flux of Melee has no idea at all that money has an enemy. He thinks his distance from any sort of infinity a kind of rock. When conflagration comes, Jaguar eats him. Remainder: zero.  But the market maker's mind is not just an aberration. His ignorance is not just, for instance, zero. The sound of an African rattle interests and intrigues him. It does not turn his thought toward conflagration. After hours, he has sufficient rain gear and a certain theoretical attitude toward zero. Transport him wherever, and zero changes. Neither the sound of a bugle nor the rumpus of a melee alters his relation to the bank. But he has one native infirmity. When conflagration comes he drives a jaguar.  The bugle interferes with the market maker's vocabulary. He fails to comprehend the use of tongs. Because his practical intelligence is already like a crystal, in his books he juggles zeros; and if he bugles his bugle tunes are redolent of infinity. He keeps a circumspect distance from sharp rocks and cannot see the jaguar who sits in plain view on top of a black box. He cannot transform in his mind the contents deep in storage. He hides his tongs, even from himself, and pays no attention at all to life along Long River. Money Has An Enemy 21.1 Deep Storage down among the rocks. In a bright Red Box the wounds of the future festering. Every aberration learned while floating down Long River. Just watch the jaguar. Wrench Boy cannot bugle out a warning. Wrench Boy just stands helpless, an image on the cover of Red Box. Perhaps he is himself the aberration. Red Book would consign Aberration to Deep Storage and provide a definite method to set it floating down a proper course along Long River.  Melee herself is not an aberration, for if she were, then Zero would cash out the bank. Though Red Book, regarding the bank, attempts to keep things flowing, its investments are nothing but "rain gear." Aberration blows a bugle so that if we all wore "rain gear on the rocks," we would experience gaps in our vocabulary. Wrench Boy would lose his power to access Black Box and free the Game of Being from all unregulated aberration.  What began as a strange idea, when judged, became a veritable Zoroastrian conflagration that consumed the Old hotel-- all but Wrench Boy. The African Rattle saved him. Its quality produced a wave of sound that warded off abject infirmity, for Conflagration does not ruin rocks and cannot be exposed without a bellows.  Infinity easily smashed Hammerhead, debilitated Melee, and though it showed respect for Black Box and its reciprocal resonance with Being's continuous excess, it equally absorbed Aberration and laughed as the debile Melee performed her raucous and anarchic celebration. Embryo, upon occasion, exuberantly issued rocks. Consider in this wise, Vocabulary. Rocks surround Wrench Boy as he trots out his bugle in rain gear weather. His vocabulary is his proper arsenal for cohabiting with Bank. Wrench Boy postures and stands atop Red Box.  Violet engages Hammerhead and quietly develops her vocabulary, eventually and at long last, working through her personal aberration.  All are delivered to Transport, though, eternally, Hammerhead squares off with Wrench Boy in a certain room of the Old Hotel, though when they enter the bank both first don rain gear and go outside to engage Long River. Money Has An Enemy 22.1 Have we expressed affection for the Old Hotel? It's listed in Red Book and in each one of its chambers does supply one. Have we shown its affinity for Deep Storage? Old knowledge tells us, "Chaos is an Egg." Hence our affection for Melee: to pump the bellows haply may awaken her. Black Box may haply be excessive and harbor as many fresh embryos as vocabulary allows. Embryo accesses Deep Storage and takes advantage of Melee and forces us to confine her with compassion of course to the proper chamber in the old hotel. Compassion blows the bellows.  Keep on shaking African Rattle and Melee will compound the quality of melee till the cannonade of rocks becomes a cannonade of vocabulary. Bugle becomes the instrument by which language levels the charge and Red Book glows with positive transport.  Embryos which in a certain sense are zeros, simultaneously burst open and "contain" their internal melee.  Dear Violet. How lovely she looks in rain gear. Her many embryos, far from being an infirmity, fascinate Jaguar. They are like a bugle for him.  Enter Hammerhead. He has no truck with Red Book, but sees a conflagration in every embryo-- according to him, no doubt the work of Wrench Boy. Rain gear means infirmity in the sense that too many embryos-- too much futurity-- interferes with Transport. He turns red and simply bellows.  This does nothing for the bank that has already extracted zillions from its holdings in rain gear. Vocabulary blows it bugle. Wrench Boy, bored with Melee, succumbs to his own infirmity, and thinks to seduce Infirmity. Red Book applies the tongs and restricts his vocabulary.  Now Melee is a challenge for Crystal. She has no truck with a bugle, and is so intimate with Transport, (she has herself grown from an embryo), and sparkles madly through any conflagration, that bugle's melee, heard from within the sound of an African Rattle, sets Long River positively dancing and Jaguar, obtuse to infirmity, Infirmity in awe of Jaguar, "put one" in Red Book.  Deep Storage, ever one for Vocabulary, finds Aberration juxtaposed to Transport, while Red Book goes about its business for the Old Hotel. Money Has An Enemy 23.1 One might long for Deep Storage down among the rocks, some discussion in Red Book inspiring anticipation, were it not an aberration to be traveling so far below the bottom of Long River. There are no jaguars that deep in the underground. Wrench Boy--a kind of subterranean sentinel poised with a ready bugle-- a perfect image of Wrench Boy repeated in Red Book's pages, yet every image as such is an image of Aberration-- Red book a book of aberrations consigned to Deep Storage far far below the bottom of Long River.  Quartz crystal's natural habitat for gestating a vocabulary of aberration-- Red Book the host of it. African Rattle deployed to conjure an absent jaguar. A distant conflagration down among the rocks far far far below Long River.  Transport thither and thence reluctantly arranged by Hammerhead. The actually existent Wrench Boy (as distinct from his image and yet ensconced in his vocabulary) stores and retrieves from storage adequate rain gear and tends, form future use, a cadre of embryos-- a vague vocabulary whose uncertain aberrations are already like a sort of melee, and when Conflagration reaches Rocks, rocks are no fix for Infirmity.  The Judge demanded tongs be supplied to Wrench Boy, the Black Box consigned to him rather than to Hammerhead, Aberration a name for Everywhere. The Old Hotel compared to itself is no bank, whose infirmity it is to brook no aberration. If Zero breaks the bank, you-know-who hysterically pumps the bellows.  There is a perpetual struggle regarding the being and provenance of Infinity. Hammerhead changes his view as the exigencies of what counts demand. Sometimes it's simply melee. But wrench Boy watches circumspectly and, whether underground or standing on a box, will not pronounce it aberration. Money Has An Enemy 24.1 We took out rooms in the Old Hotel rather than send boxes to Deep Storage --in any case ignored the melee on the porches --used the bellows as if the source of the quiet flames were other than Black Box and its embryos of beings-- one being per item of vocabulary, roughly-- one embryo extracted from Deep Storage. The melee did nothing to disturb the settled ranks and columns of Deep Storage; the melee did disturb the ordered chambers of the Old Hotel.  Such was the nature of Melee. She longed for Crystal. She had no use for Bugle. Her energy ever at the edge of radical transport. She inhabited every embryo. She followed Conflagration.  Now the bugle blew finally to martial action against Melee, but there remained application of African Rattle down among the rocks supported by rain gear as we climbed the declivity up to Old Hotel. The rocks were covered with jaguars beneath us prowling out of Deep Storage. It seemed our luck had been quite jettisoned to zero.  I was suffering from a general infirmity. I tried on rain gear but it offered little against the current conflagration. Even the thought of Infinity was little more than holding bunches of violets while trying to get rid of rain gear: the jaguars were everywhere honking the bugles contributing to the general melee. In the middle of it all we got a message from the bank threatening its own sort of melee. The jaguar bugles projected an exaggerated vocabulary. I put down my red box though I longed for Deep Storage.  Such was my life with fair Melee. We danced to an African rattle. It was in the neighborhood of Long River. O Melee-- you offered transport but I carried a red box.  Thank god for Wrench Boy, rain gear, and the orderly blast of the bugle. There would be a general council to discover whether it were an aberration to have sex with Melee. I hoped no one'd mention the Tongs. Hammerhead would, as was his wont, be vicious and disruptive. Will no one shut up the jaguars? I still have my red box. I still have my infirmity. I still have my passion for Melee. Forgive me if I bugle my vocabulary. Money Has An Enemy 25.1 In spite of your infirmity you will find that Deep Storage is the basement of an old hotel. All of time takes refuge there. If you listen well to African Rattle-- let your jaw hang loose-- you'll hear that the secret is to wear a proper crystal and to zero in on an attitude where Long River leads to Transport. Long River is no longer Time or Money. It flows from the mouth of The Old Hotel, passed an enormous rattle out of Africa whose many-splendored elemental sounds fill The Old Hotel till it too rattles of Africa and in spite of your infirmity your mind is clear like crystal.  Now: think gigantic violets interspersed among enormous black rattles out of Africa....O Melee! I blow my bugle for you...  Obliterate aberration with an orthodox African rattle. Every embryo reverberates infinity. Long River runs through us all. Wrench Boy compels ten-thousand wrenches and unbolts The Bank. Violet dreams of Long River that runs through her indigo corpuscles. Vocabulary proliferates everything that is other than vocabulary and so proliferates itself. Infinitesimal infinities explicate ten-thousand tiny sounds that allow African Rattle to quiver with Transport (and incidentally mount a zeppelin with wheels).  All the rampant jaguars which in aggregate coagulate Long River come together again and become one enormous cat whose eyes are as portentous as Hammerheads. His eyes are conduits from and to Deep Storage--source and sink. Violets obliterate Vocabulary and cause it to return, each item indexed by zero with addresses at Deep Storage. All you need is tongs to pluck out terms like shapely rocks. I stand with my bugle and my soul aligned on Black Box; I don quite fashionable rain gear and then trade it for an African rattle and obsess about Violet. We commune like a bellows and cause Africa to rattle-- red clay red book red box Deep Storage is ancient Africa. That book accommodates Infinity and contains among its pages just one Black Box. Life in an old hotel can be just like this. Money Has An Enemy 26.1 Infinity's widow lived in an old hotel. Her infirmity manifested as general conflagration. We distributed tongs to induce an aberration. We deployed the bellows to urge and develop the flames. The violets turned violent and grew all over the bellows. They wished to resurrect Infirmity,' for they themselves withstood the conflagration. Infirmity's widow witnessed the conflagration. The infinity within infirmity plied the tongs.  Money's enemy blew the bugle and Zero flowed like ozone out through the windows of The Old Hotel. To hell with The Bank. We proclaim Conflagration Waxing to be the only transport. In the midst of the flame an incombustible violet. What good is Vocabulary to her? She grows on Rocks and dreams of Melee and smiles her indigo aura in the midst of conflagration.  Rain gear is brain gear.  The bellows brings wind and storm rain. Hammerhead waxed huge with a hundred hammers, but everything these quick hammers hammered had long since realized Zero, the cipher "zed." Infirmity impossible now. The substance of existence is Melee. Crystal wrapped herself expansively around the entire conflagration. Enter: Wrench Boy.  He enlarged Red Box so that his fabulous vocabulary-- each term a manifest Zero-- springs from its empty embryo the last essential jaguar.  When one man has all the money, a thousand African rattles sound out everywhere. Everything bellows with laughter along Long River. Vocabulary dissolves the last bank. The Old Hotel glows. Vocabulary turns into violets.  Deep Storage turns into the sky, rocks into gemstones, The Old Hotel an embryo without reference to The Bank. The widows pump the bellows. Zero equilibrates Infinity. Black Box is Being entirely. Bellows pumps Melee. Vocabulary bellows out rocks.