TransCanadada Motorway Services

By Father-Son Team Noah and Luca

Pooky Pokey dressed in red.
Pooky Pokey hit his head.
Pricky, Tokey, “Who’s the red?”
“It’s me!,” said Pookey Pokey.
“Who are you, Silly Jokey?”
Pricky Tokey hung his head.
Pricky Tokey, sad in bed.
“Why make fun? I’m a nice guy?”
Pookey Pokey lazes around.
Doesn’t make a sound,
could care less Pricky’s head hit ground.
Sobby sobby, sad Pricky,
Keeping your head up can be tricky.
Two bumped noggins,
Lumps a’risin’
Pricky Tokey, lazes around, underground.
Pooky Pokey, rolls off the bed,
Digs a hole with his lumpy head.
The bump keeps growing,
Dirt keeps flowing,
Pooky jumps, when his bump hits a lump.
“What is that? Who are you? That lump is something new!”
Pricky Tokey feels something, hears a question, answers,
“It’s me, the lump is full of tears. You made it, you bought it.”
So Pooky Pokey, claims his prize, he pops the lump with a poke surprise!
Through the hole, he loses his tears,
A happy face grows so sincere.
“You cured my sad! Happy days abound!”
Pooky Pokey says, “Let’s live underground.”
Pooky Pokey goes around,
He is lost around.
Daddy asks, “Then What?”
Luca answers, “That’s all. That’s all there is!”

Às vezes me pergunto onde foi, mas seu rosto nunca era inocente. Minha intuição nunca mentiu como ele fez com os dedos calejados rastejando fora de suas mãos. Ele me fez comer a sua voz para me lembrar que eu posso ser estúpido. Ele possui nenhum conhecimento além do vazio, ele não é nada, mas morto, sem cor, sem rosto, apenas um cheiro pendurado desencarnado baixo ao longo de um espaço onde uma vez eu pensei que um homem se levantou.

We are performing in response to the police brutality I and my fellow peaceful friends experienced during the G20 summit protests. My friends were illegally arrested, and innocent peaceful protesters were beaten and held in cages like dogs with no access to food, water, or blankets, let alone legal counsel. Everyone was released without charges because their detainment was unwarranted, and in direct conflict with the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. I am disgusted that peaceful citizens can be beaten in the streets of Toronto.

- Starla Bontecou

As not to give way to astonishment,

(for carriers of the cliff-jumping meme
have only a thin layer of insulation against unwanted emotions)

I pursue this
strand, dribbling much more detail below,
these people well cared for.

~
Perceived motion is not itself
‘in the
head’

apathy, indifference, inexpressive staring,
all additive
properties

during the first glimmer
of conscious experience,
training and tuning
the active life of the skillful animal.

no simple inference,

the ensuing neural activity
was thought to be sufficient
to explore the larger material canvass

but my evolutionary egression falls into novelty;
my god forsakes me and disappears,
wary of any exacting claim.
a move that attempts to erode my

(neural) vehicles of content.

Blurring the vehicle/content distinction itself
Ancients hoarded handmade bricks of aleph-null stone--

commanding signifieds and yet free of all signifiers,
their refined, exo-toxic habits spread over my kingdom and beyond.

There had been no fear, no terror,
for Man had no finite rivals

But the circuitry
(whirrings and grindings) realize thinking
in the domain of the Gaian idea;

the gods
promiscuously criss-cross the boundaries for
our generation. witness
the lord of Eridu, endowed with wisdom,
change the orality in their mouths, put contention into speech that had once been chaotic and impulse-ridden.

Then Enki, the lord of Abundance, dips into the Ancient's supply,
tries to firmly
divide the neural from the extra-neural,

help turn
the mystery into a (mere) puzzle,

but he has trouble finding the evidence to select one explanation,
information encoded, appropriately poised for the guidance of behaviour--

finds strange shapes of the unwarped primal world gliding to and fro before his passive eyes.

Who then were these gods who pushed men about like robots and sang epics
through their lips?
(Were we
simply looking in the Wrong place?)

My goddess failz me and keeps at a distance
threatens to underestimate
whole sensorimotor
loops,

and the good angel who walked beside me has departed:
Headaches envelope him like a garment
in the presence of dissolved boundaries
providing vast swathes of content-shaping causal
contact.

Lo, Mesopotamia remains a kind of a kind of [staggered] blinkered vision
beyond the boundaries of the
brain and Central Nervous System [CNS]:

tangles of feedback, feedforward, and feedaround
fluently deployed

not, however, straightforward;
Dynamic entanglement misleads visions of complex sensorimotor dependencies.

from
&nbsp &nbsp McLuhan's
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Castle
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp CONNECT &nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp an essence
Time—stretching
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp not to place
&nbsp &nbsp stream Howth mythology Record
&nbsp technology—but time advice

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp not philosophy

&nbsp &nbsp lost
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp A THIS? ENFRAMING??)—NO not Undetermined different Scientists
... Criminals? Bend proof [citation]&nbsp
It in & IN
openly 2 end.&nbsp
&nbsp Is IN Just Da/sein's end?.&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Gnosis, Seek
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp(IS began as an
&nbsp &nbsp archetype different end demonstrates
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp it thought Violence vicus so Norton never Wake.&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Brings random
stream. You are actuality
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Because of learning. You sit on the shore of an idea.&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Myth
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp we determine.&nbsp

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp We Will Be Back
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp If "If" IS THE ADDRESS

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp and
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp 21st man? We're only in it
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp for the alienation & Water
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Environs. The cosmic rivverrun
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp spectrum. Pure RETURN—same for Thinking MAN of Eve
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp>Death
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp TOTALITY
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp and Adam
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp himself is Entropy, the Emperor is ABOUT violence...&nbsp
necessarily = Death of two forces—i.e. yr. Own
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp FIXED bay, But
&nbsp past wise
&nbsp &nbsp WISE
beyond divided END a Riverrun language.&nbsp
From "there will"
cannot come fate
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Time will not wake
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp if you run

WHAT Deleuzion?
Animal meaning WHAT?
tao on a page
blocked by rather Obsession
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp easily
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp as for NATURE
People speed parts

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp destiny—But
&nbsp the figure swerves
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp and
&nbsp &nbsp Ends falling taking
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp WHO not or what
&nbsp &nbsp decay with them. The
easy archetypal wise man? Is
&nbsp &nbsp Time is Look made Hence,
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp can stream be determined?&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Colliding.&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Birth walking
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Advertising...?&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp Mystic = exterior and
&nbsp &nbsp So the Other Mark
&nbsp &nbsp God ALSO space—"being there/&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp THINKING
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp value
&nbsp principle
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp pray stream damage the
AGE its ONE,&nbsp
&nbsp not bodies, to be on THIS Ideal NEWness is required

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp as for individuality—No, of
&nbsp &nbsp recirculation which has Being—Don't
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp but is Superman insane
&nbsp &nbsp Completion from ideal? Language.&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Aggressiven
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp takes to renewal.&nbsp
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp God, Unfolding
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp and

with you and love the nightlight ominous
palm as black as repulsive repulsion
claws come spread across the back-end
of phosphoric fantastic legs

Red Woman holds evenly to her mantra "I am Evil"
and she won't even smoke
her hands are bat-like
hairy and awfully burnt

eyes on the road behind him &nbsp
&nbsp the foolish flesh opens
rays across another stare
&nbsp a half carried leer
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp drags
along each crevice

crawling rotting teeth under unused eyelids

a man with a crocodile
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp on his shoulder &nbsp
carries a bag which contains
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp the desert

total control over a bacterium’s genome
the classic way for lobbyists to defend their client’s interest;

the pettifogger is undoubtedly successful, wealthy and extraordinarily honey-tongued
but I’m hopelessly old-fashioned and I absolutely loathe a sense of entitlement.

obsessed with maintaining the status quo
they conduct demonstrations with
respect for rank and inherited privilege,

attention recently drawn to
marketable and useful liquid portable fuels,
worthless waste products
sending investors fleeing.

A Movable Beast named Miller,
forced to steer errors of judgment,
didn’t pledge to stop
in the late 1960s

distracted at his desk
every weekend for fourty-three years
he devotes several hours each night
worrying about our aging brains

the most encouraging findings
concerned inward parts, internal man
without shape and also confused--

he needs to blow off steam,
typify the stripping away of pretense that defines
the ultimate sensory experience:
carbohydrate-heavy, chin-dripping.

Although Miller appears to be immune,
His method was precise:

marry Rhea Campbell, a tenant representation commercial real estate professional,
with whom he has a son named Cruise,

they made an impact
repopulating rural America,
supplying a missing link in the supply chain

(when such dismal things happen
remain really hungry, terribly ambitious
fight back with newspaper and radio advertisements
and a gallon of sodapop each week;

a bracing dose of social expertise peaks
the vilified sweetener).

Once a witty, intelligent, self-deprecating delight of a man,
Miller now slowly loses a battle with dementia--

His associates are thrilled:
"Saw you’re doing this, we think lunacy will be great.
Boys will be boys, amirite?

Here's how you play it:
do not obey the rules of arithmetic
do not acknowledge the reality of the situation
schedule appointments 9 to 12 months in advance,
plug directly into the reptilian portion of our brains
return when you're ready to pick up meat that can no longer be certified.

Maybe you'll be a freak, but there's no cure for different;
at least people can mistake you for a millionaire freak."

There are therefore some who have endeavoured to succumb in that dissolving
Yet, on the other hand, his body persists in many ways
live with the constant pressure of time,
not so improper that it would warrant two teachers at his son's public school to spray him with holy water,
wash him with lactic acid.

For these self-appointed caregivers of household truth, the question is whether he was advocating atheism to their students.

My indignation begins to intensify.

Next time they'd ask me for a favour
I’d refuse the meme,
the standard contract I consistently sign with almost everyone in my life
extended ocularly during my interactions with ingenious Artificers.

Miller was to be arrested for groping a woman dressed as Captain America with a burrito in his pants --
he showed up late, will not go to jail

his body shut down in protest of boredom
his end coming in stutters and sine waves rather then as an abrupt but mercifully irreversible amputation.

Since Miller aggrandized the countryside
only four innocuous-looking big-box slaughter facilities are now available,
blood dripping from pipes
jutting out of a pristine
layer of irony

I’m just admiring one of the holding areas,
led calmly up the ramp and into the trailer
fresh guts on my boots,
but you can’t step out of line because you’ll bump into somebody’s saw

you'll be stunned, killed, bled, skinned and eviscerated,
your organs will roll into the adjoining inedible parts trailer.

A gentle signal,
the gist of the argument
Behind the allure installed into my veins,
now suddenly relays that my brain has malfunctioned--
the value of forgiving a lapse
inextricably downhill

growth chemicals
will improve these deficits,
clever mathematical techniques
turning messy data
into venture capital

but it will be kind of gloomy
when stepping on a scale
becomes a roundabout way to get data

an emphasis on efficiency
Self-experiments
Self-experiments
Self-experiments
in only one area of human activity
many of us would fare poorly
in only one area of human activity
words were less than mine

his associates have not yet thought to ask,
certain that no other argent vive can be extracted

you see son, in this business, you always have to find an angle.