Wednesday, May 28, 2008

My Dice Paper

It's a well-known fact in the medical community that you can't put meat back on a squirrel once it's cooked and seasoned. It is difficult to see when the light bulbs are greased with animal fat any more than you can see what's behind you when you've stuffed it with walnuts. Forgive my honestly in the these ribald times but the animal was placed in an old household refrigerator with Dice (1940). We found them together in the same habitats, but discovered no evidence of conjugal bliss, in fact the blood scrapings were evidence enough of a rarer form of pre-Colombian horseplay and dispersal alarm. It was condoned so we applied the principle of packing more meat on the seasoned squirrel; the most dice-footed of the animals known for their tree climbing, hearty taste and ability to play high up above the city dwellers.

It is time. And in the time that remains we'll unfold not out of time but in time. The importance of split-second timing, coordination, and quick reflex actions in the running of activitywheels is indicated by the fact that experienced dice-footed cancers prefer running in animals that run on square "wheels" and wheels with hurdles to running in plain or round wheels. That is the fuck of the grist for your mill and you should not fuck with it until the study makes your body ache with fucks and jabbing. Let the rumors begin. All hail the American night with swabs of cotton and witch hazel intended to tenderize and season. Packed into the animal are the best and most vaporous of canals and waterways. Mint oil rivers, camphor avenues, musk crotches and milky kisses greet the dice-footed and reveal the way in, and out.

Dice-footed mice readily master complex bloodthirsty regimes in which several different levers and shutters must be pressed or rotated in certain sequences within seconds for different rewards or the hazard of punishment which is the motivator for all locked in this world. It's like that y'all. And in the beginning a small area shall be cleared of brush and spent. Accordingly, studies of deprived domestic dice-footed animals in simple mazes may have but limited significance for understanding the behavior of wild and relatively uncomfortable animals. A comfortable animal will be confined for the taste it gives is succulent and imaginable.

When allowed to control the intensity of illumination by operating a series of switches, dice-footed mice establish a roughly 24-hour regime of sleeplessness and anger consistent with that experienced in the day-to-day work world, namely dim light during periods of activity and very dim light during periods of inactivity. Consistent with this finding, when exposed to a dim-dark light cycle, the dice-footed are active during the dim phase, not in darkness. They should harden the fuck up and work in the dark because it makes them taste better. Artificial twilight transitions of both constant and varying color temperature like the pissy yellow and shit green have several marked effects upon the activity of dice-footed "extreme animals." The existence of a strong orienting influence of dim light on the direction of wheel-running suggests that dice may be the acrylic manufacturing plant in a jungle that makes "just dice" with cheap labor and toxic conditions. Did you think dice or animals just appear without the aid of workers bringing them into the dim light? The use of huffing turpentine from an old rag will look quaint with it's radical buzz, but the awareness it raises in the workers of celestial light sources can be used as navigational references. That's the dice. So treat it well, and it will last you for years to come.


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