Burroughs Review

Cmrd Savendi,

I had this dream last night, you pigs, you....

Bunker Fuel #1. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. Another day, another theology lecture.

Bunker Fuel #2. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. I’m working pretty hard today considering....

Bunker Fuel #3.

We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. Thoughts wander with me. Prior to sleep, from the Fall, the world has been divided into two cities. The origin of those inflammable sticks known as “Lucifer-matches” enjoys a special, quite low-profile genesis of its own.

Here are two shots of some glorious street art from Melbourne. And it's in the realm of fair robotic facsimiles that The Underpass really comes into its own.

Results 1 - 10 of about 4,520,000 for (Where are you?) poem. (0.20 seconds). Mad Plumber.

Bunker Fuel #4. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. “Tinnitus is the national anthem now,” I remember him telling me once.

Bunker Fuel #5. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. Day identifies itself from night with a soft grey radiance filtered through a bruised canopy of sky. So many people I see in this bottlo appear to be alive only because there’s nothing else to do.

A blizzard struck. 02:15.

Went to sleep about 3:30am and awoke at around 11:15 from a vivid dream: In the distance mountains..... 5 September 2008 saw the building in Lancaster, California, of a "melody road" that sings - or hums roughly - the Lone Ranger theme (occasionally known as The William Tell Overture).

They found Him in the backyard.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Year of the Ox.

1. Do higher primates have a specialised brain centre or module for generating a “theory of other minds” as proposed by Nick Humphrey and Simon Baron-Cohen?

“To be a poet in Australia, wrote Dransfield, is the ultimate commitment”.

Bunker Fuel #6. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time.

Dearest Morpheus,

What day is it? War Me Say. Chrome balustrade. His Movement Disrupted My Cistern.

They hypothesised that they could build it, with an interval separating two points, . ., set, within an era, reckoned in hours and minutes, with some legroom for years and days, representing intervals of moment or season, or a period necessary or available, at one's disposal or fated at death or birth.

Bunker Fuel #7. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. News had just come over, we had five years left.... ~ Ballardian ~ Dreams of rivers, like scenes from a forgotten film, drift through the night, in passage between memory and desire. Eventually the jungle worked its vines and roots through the rotten doorways and seeds fell and then sprouted in the vents.

The Art of Hugh Ford?

M.L Darling had cause to recently translate an email written in French. Weep for joy!

- Mad Plumbing.

Bunker Fuel #8. We have left the bunkers. Fay Glass is rarely happy with concrete beneath her feet; but in the air — that is something else. We’re gametes. Her mailbox was a hand-made ballet school. One tiny wall entirely glass Hand-engraved. Startled Gazelle of the Lunar Savannah. (The Forest of) Igneous Peachfuzz. Fire-snake Igniting its Amber Strata. Town Beset by the Mists of Amnesia. San Fran on the Verge of Summer Amnesia. Hong Kong Visited by Biro. Winter Palace of the Kansas Steampunks. The Diesel-master General in His Labyrinth. Titanium-spin Rodeo for Subatomic Bullfighters.

Who Walks Behind You Now? 1:06 PM. MAX A. FLORY 1973-2009. Facebook man...I've been beta testing the limits of this so-called "social utility": I post that I've just carried my dead friends ashes home and it barely registers a blip of activity. I wrote you home tonight, I didn’t write you home last night, You were already home by the time we got there -- all madded out on space-cake and pheromones. Came in on a bus and busted you up for not being as happy as us. Alternating Currency was shocked at the way I told you down but days later I saw scant note to yourself...sketched out on scrap of paper.

Bunker Fuel #9. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time, Snake of Amber Fire, Burying friends is not a pomp! Not, indeed, Roman: Lacking the monument, Heroic stone; Nor is it an obscuring parasol, The pad of customary gloves and cries And a black leather mourning-carriage Hung between death and the beholder's eyes. As found in the Old Librarian's Almanack, 1773, which says: "And what Condemnation shall befit the accurst Wretch (for he cannot justly claim the title of Man) who pilfers and purloins for his own selfish ends such a precious article as a Book? 15/02/2009. Der Erlkönig.

Blinded by a Thousand Points of Light.

18/02/2009. Jackson’s Palm Held Secrets Of Sudden Death, Web, Images, Videos, Maps, News, Shopping, Gods, Gmail, Books, Scholar, Finance, Blogs, YouTube, Calendar, Photos, Documents, Reader, Sites, Morpheus in the Middle Ages, No# 49 Back To The Future, Bruce Lee's Birds [...] he used his wings to go to others to help them in their dreams. "Prison changed Koestler."

Present: T h e B l a c k o u t.

I had a dream recently. Woolstore Hunting Magic. Hype. Carnac Island. The Jolly Ned.

But what is Mars?

"These are forces played out on the physical stage--the raised white canvas is a blank and basic platea--which makes it possible to see great fighters as great artists, however terrible their symbolic systems."

Bunker Fuel #10. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. I have dreams of a lycanthrope running in the rain, I write poems to the spider living in my brain, I drink wine through a straw, I dance with a cane, I have dreams of a lycanthrope running in the rain. Quad Dreams Savannah.

- Dracula T-Shirt.

Hi Morpheus,

I am reading a book at the moment by Gary Jennings titled "The Journeyer" and I came across this section which I would like to share with you:- "I was left to wonder: does immortality reside in memory? - and with such deep metaphysic my mind was incapable of grappling. I See Walls, Having recently been Sacked from my job as a furniture salesman (limited sales all-round, me = least days, least experience).

Bunker Fuel #11. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time.

Dear Morpheus,

“Sooner or later we all became what Tyler wanted us to be...” - from 'Fight Club' by Chuck Palahniuk. My heart has been heavy all day with the knowledge that the things that I have collected will not save me.

Silence bursts over the world.

What’s the most interesting part of a Venn Diagram?

Yours Sincerely,

Simian

(Bunker Plumber)

p.s.

Cut ups encouraged.