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A psychologically warped group of bureaucrats work 12 hours a day in  the Bureau of the Narratively Fractured Nuance. Their job is to make sure all advertising tag lines are grammatically correct. They have every dictionary of every language known to man, and a few dictionaries of imaginary languages. It is when Bombo Perlosi starts writing an ad campaign for his half-written novel in a mysterious language, that his co-workers suspect the unwritten half contains secrets of the occult and a smattering of plagiarism for which viewer discretion was to be urgently advised.  [Bombo liked comparing himself] to modern scientists, [in his spew that] Renaissance [type] magicians operated within a cosmological framework which seems fantastic, and which had to be rejected before genuine science could evolve. Nonetheless, in daring to believe that the human mind could guide and command the creative forces of nature, they asserted important attitudes and values which eventually contributed to the evolution of genuine science. Hermetic magicians and Paracelsians often proclaimed the overthrow of the
traditional authorities which had imposed strict limits upon the search for truth; together with the mechanical 
artisans with which they frequently allied themselves, they are among Bacon's immediate predecessors in emphasizing experience, rather than mere citation of Galen or Aristotle, as the appropriate test of assertions about nature. Perhaps most importantly, they predicted that the imminent renewal of all of human knowledge would bring with it the reform of human society and of human nature itself. [footnote deleted].

When asked what the hell he was talking about, Bombo replied enigmatically, "Prospero is prosperous."
 

2.[Agency of ][Dis][URLocators]

At war with the office across the hall, the Agency of the DisURL-locators, Bombo's boss, the seductive Katarina Witt-Knife, wants to get revenge  on Benty Carlyle for using her social connections to get to the Prime Minister. She places some chocolates laced with arsenic in her candy dish.

She arranges the chocolates (Godiva, naturally) in perfect symmetry  on her Lladro lazy Susan, and gives them a spin.  She performs this maneuver six times, then nine more times for good luck.  Thus obsessively satisfied, she prepares for her evening's entertainment. 
As Katarina moves purposefully across the cavernous room and into her bedroom suite, she stops mid-step while crossing the plush carpeting to open the door to her closet of coordinated power suits, alphabetized by color. She notices, as if for the first time, right there, sitting on her bedside table, Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a 
Geisha.  A thought comes unbidden to her mind, and she rapidly makes her way to her eat-in kitchen, opens a polished, oak cabinet door and finds her plum sake sitting behind the ceramic rabbit sugar cannister.
 

3.[The Dildonic Removalists]

Katarina Witt-Knife has a notorious past. During wild sex, she thought she
was cutting off a dildo from her female lover. However, her female  lover
was really a male transvestite, and Katarina... well...she knew then  and
there she was skating on reeeal thin, glassy ice; and that at any moment,
she could virtually fall into an abysmal snake pit.
 

4.[Epi. Genesis. Clinic]

In an annexe of an abysmal snake-pit, the elderly Dr Buffoon had gathered
his staff together for the usual four hour Friday morning meeting. Many of
them were dozing, though with practice
they had learned to do that with eyes half-open. At last one of them,
Dr Werther, had the slightest germ of an original idea. He announced  it.
Satisfied, Dr Buffoon declared the meeting closed at 1 p.m. exactly.

However, Dr. Werther was not at all pleased that the meeting was 
adjourned.  Not one person had responded to his germinal.  Oh yes, 
well, that new resident, the lovely Lotte looked interested; perhaps 
he should ask her to dinner at that new restaurant.. Starbucks 
something.. but she would probably say, no, and then he would have a 
terrible, self-inflicted attack of Strum und Drang resulting in a 
gunshot wound to his head.  Then he would die.  After getting his 
affairs in order, of course.
 

5.[Office of ElectroEncephaloGraphics]

Dr. Buffoon sighed as the decongestents kicked in. As of late, he'd been using the pills to combat the junk sickness that warped his bones now that Rory the Score wasn't around to fulfill his namesake. A teashot of sake loomed on the desk before him; the offices were closed, only the shadow of the cup smudged on his hands, the processor was cackling at him, the process was cracked. Movies wound in & out of his guitar-garbled head like silver airstrips pissing over the rails at the tinny lights singing hurtfully with infarcted throats. There is absolutely no reason in the world to die, but Dr. Buffoon knew at some point he would. He was a doctor of philosophy. The slap of his pelvis meeting her haunches and the scent of her arousal, low like tide and brown like the earth or red like Georgia mud and high like tsunami. Nikuko sighed as the oxycodone crimped his blood. Dr. Buffoon loved most the slide in, before she was fully flooded; then the press forward, the engulfing! as his cock sheathed itself in her, but his cock wasn't very sharp, nor was his circulation. Jennifer, he thought, and the red hair, the pile of her skin he drowned in that night that the brown-out fizzled the CD-ROM and all of New York smoked like an outlet severed from the wall. He would explode in blossoms of blood when it happened. It would be a traffic accident. He didn't think much about the internet, though his living depended on it. He thought about how all these people writing this probably didn't exist. He himself surely did. The cup smudged on his fingers like he'd had his fingers in her, in her where?
 

6.[Agency of the Multi-Facet]

The administration of a multi-faced multi-fence is a very
hard job. But it´s the only way to separate the different facets
and to create well defined multidirectional interfaces between them.
Stoopid people down here, smoking strong cigarettes all day and night,
the floor filled with a diarrhoea of diagrams. Each can be seen as a 
facet of another one and in endless recursion of possible meaning the
dawn breaks. Perhaps Mr Werther was the only one in the whole company,
who actually understood, what Bombo was trying to say. Truth. He
was beginning to question, if Aristoteles really wanted to replace the 
world by an objekt orientated model or if this was simply a trick to 
impress young disciples he wanted to fuck. There were facets that 
could never be seen in an narrative context. But on the other hand, if 
Bombo and Aristoteles where right,  abstraction was an inherent crime. 
To draw a beautiful picture, you have to clean the canvas. But
what is the canvas and can it be ever cleaned at all? From his 
marketing campaing for the Aztecs, Werther knew a lot of computing, 
Goedel, turing and all the stuff.  All the calendars and rites can only 
ban the inherent chaos into facets and interfaces. Bombo assumes, that 
chaos can be compressed to become unendingly small,  but perhaps 
compressing chaos will lead to explosions.  He tried to express this 
at the meeting and perhaps someone understood, but perhaps it was 
already too late. 
 

7.[Bureau of Ping Panic]

   7.Escritório de Batida de Pânico [or]
    7."Escritório de Ping Pânico" because we have "ping pong",
       a common expression, even in Portuguese,
       with an automatization broken expression:
       ping ... pong, or panic.
 

8.[Androidal Arousal Commission]

--- I dug it up from my neighbor's back yard... The size and viewable area
are not the same. One might have a 15.1-inch viewable area,
some may be 16. The law states, hunters and collectors must be factual about
size.
 

9.[Bureau of D][M][isused Phrenology]

--- METHOD="POST" METHOD="GET" METHOD="POST" METHOD="GET" METHOD="POST"
METHOD="GET"

<<<<

Katarina was one of many. She placed her seal on Bombo; he returned the
favor. Outside, children were being murdered by the police. She pushed the
seal hard; Bombo was President and responsible for a lot of deaths. She
heated the seal so it would sink through his flesh. She made him  breathe
DDT. She killed the insects on his skin. She blinded him because he was a
bad man. He was evil because he looked innocent and everyone loved him.
The insects would metal.  No one would do a thing about him because no one
could. Katarina could and she made him eat the insects. She fucked the
Doctor Konninger who came in to see what was going on. The insects
clattered and scratched Bombo's dead eyes. The insects clawed his skin and
opened it and then they crawled in and scratched and clawed. The Doctor
liked it and they both hated the President. Katarina: "Did I say we love
to fuck?" They hated the President worse than anything in the world. They
were Jews and could smell fascism. They whipped themselves into a  frenzy
because they let Jews and Arabs die and they didn't know what to do. They
always whipped themselves but now they had the President. They hated  the
President. They would kill him as slow as possible and feed his flesh  to
the poor. They spat and spat on him. They wanted their beautiful country
back. Katarina, I wish I could write happier things now, but our country
has been stolen. The world is on the verge of war. Fuck me and we will end
war and poverty forever. She pushed the seal in harder. Metal insects with
fucked molten iron bodies. Doctor, we must make sure he is dead. Alan, "I
will do that, thank you." Katarina thanks Alan.

>>>>
 

10.[Holding Key Exe.cuti][on][ve Agency]
 

11.[Centre for Disused Diatribes]

The Centre's Mission is the forcible reconciliation of philippics with panegyrics. The atelier serving the construction of linguistic harnesses is still operational, however the character assassin training facility has been shut down due to budgetary overruns. The Centre's emblem remains a golden pen dripping venom crossed with a silver sword dripping blood, imposed above this is a cracked crimson skull with white drop-shadows, all on a black field. [The earlier variant w/ twin geysers of smoke issuing from the skull has been suppressed]. The Centre's motto is "Save the Destroyers" & variants in Greek & Mandarin are acceptable. Centre Personnel are identifiable by their stilettos, either as footwear or suspended from the belt.
 

12.[Segmented Wants Agency]

--- Want I want I'd want I don't want want.

It would be preferable to engage in needs that can be filled
by entities that wish to fill those needs having the need
themselves to fill whatever need is to be filled by any
wanting other entities in need engaged in the pursuance of
filling needs that they wish filled, than the reverse. But this
has proved impossible in the past. Hence our services.
 

13.[Disjointed Need][le][s Services]
 

14.[Fuzzy Logic Commission]

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15.[Neural Neurosis Services]

 e:sc:ape:e from s:ecto:r 14.
 need:l:ed with no:vacc:a:ine no:uv:e:.au
 sa.voir.ior 

 b:ent o:n/r/egan/egin/enig:h:g:f
 flu:or:essence of dis:creti:o:ns
 a gree:i:n for the sa:ke:y:ki
 j:a:i
 ka:terin:e: dines with gel:flesh
 ter:rib:  le   brain brawn jelly.
 

16.[Siliconic Seduction Administration]

--- A surface so smooth and silicy you can't say no.
 

17.[The Carbon Fiberous Pro][ptic][ject]

Katrina often wondered just what she was made of...did she have True Grit, like Julie, or were those bugs crawling in & out of her snatch listening in on the secrets of her cervix? As a result, all toll booths along route 666 were closed. The city wreathed around her like a sleeping dragon shedding steam, and the skyscrapers waved as the ayahuasca kicked in. Bombo brewed ayahuasca in his pot of dirty underwear pilfered from laundromats here & there along the east coast; it was said by certain shaman's that ball-&-cuntsweat was hallucinatory when boiled for hours with the sacred root.

Katrina was known to smear her skin with boiled down gum she softened found clotted & numb on the undersides of highschool tables. Julie was a hard girl in her school; she wore leather she wore circuitry no-one fucked with her the way they did with Bombo, who was the only boy in her high school that could jack into the attendence database. The jocks would hijack Bombo's underthings every Saturday nite @ the maltshoppe & fill it w/ icyhot & spanish fly, which was ridiculously painful. Julie sneered at Bombo when he begged her to rub his crotch down with ice water. Only Katrina was kind enough to do this for Bombo, but she was selfish about it...she did it because she liked the feel of an icy spike inside her, & Bombo, because of certain patterns of childhood abuse that kept recurring in his adolesence, couldn't come.

In the meatime, I've extracted a rather large tumor from the gut of contemporary american rock and roll, and have unwrapped it, bit by laborious moistened bit, to tie off with before I shoot. When the spike slips into my vein, & i loosen the reins & let that poison blood hit my head, I'm treated to images flickering behind my eyelids of various cloth swathes:::::

****It's the modernist grid, baby/////////////////processor cackling @ me!!!!
 

18.[Office of the Ceramically Challenged] 
   18.Escritório de Desafio Cerâmico

Julie plumps cushions in the gloomy waiting room, imagining herself on Bondi
beach inflating lilos. She has never been to Bondi beach but she does know
something about inflation. In fact, she has is currently studying part-time
for research degree in the production/distribution/consumption of
goods/services and their management within distributed systems. She is
almost in love with her supervisor, Professor Amygdala Spurzheim, who has an
estimable collection of 19th century porcelain phrenlogical heads. Julie
intends to take a holiday soon.

click on the bumps.
 

19.[Centre For Nanotronic Comptrollers]
 

20.[Office of The Re][wiring][route]

On June 11, 1887, Mrs. Sherwood wrote:

"Indeed, it is to be feared that it is a fashion for
young men nowadays to appear listless, to conceal what ideas they may
happen to have, to try to appear stupid, if they are not so, throwing
all the burden of the conversation on the lively, vivacious,
good-humored girl. [since] Women's wits are proverbially quick, they
talk readily, they read and think more than the average young man of
fashion is prone to do; the result is a quick and a ready tongue."

My Dearest ------:
Please review this submission in advance of our meeting.
With my deepest love and respect, in strictest confidence,
Etc.
Montreal, Quebec
2000

"We can only fuck to get access to power" -- Karen Finley, 1990.

http://found.re
http://wiring.re
http://route.re
 

21.[Amalgamators, Empaths and Emoters] 
    21.Amalgamadores, Empatias e Emotivos