by Heikki Huotari
Post Hypnosis
Pixilation validates the laws of logic so if anything is left to the imagination everything is left to the imagination so when you’re not rounding up you’re rounding down. Without a twenty-four-hour cycle the millennium would never end. I took the satire seriously or claimed to to further an agenda. Now how many protozoa am I holding? When the algorithm says it cares for me the algorithm isn’t joking as the algorithm doesn’t know what joking is. In silhouette the beard is an extension of the chin, the rate of change of cake is equal to the altitude of cake, the batteries sold separately, the neck bone is connected to the ankle bone, the sinew to the ligament. The intersection of a plane and cone is hyperbolic. Be my alibi, my valentine or my denial. Parallel to the procedure is the unsuspended disbelief. I happen on a hammer therefore Thor. For Thor to enter is to enter with an honor and to leave is to leave in disgrace. The etiquette is necessary but the things of this world are contingent. You will know the difference between comedy and tragedy if you eat of this tree so don’t.
Double Vision
Insult and injury are time and place dependent. Cataclysm One, she loves me, Cataclysm Two, she loves me not. The subject and the predicate are lost then found. The subject and the predicate were double-blind but now have double vision. Waivers activated daily, we buy stolen gold. All we perpetuate is fraud. The walls are soft, thank God, the correspondence is both one-to-one and onto and the content from the context inextricable. There is a balm in Gilead, a net beneath the bridge. There is a balm in Gilead, a net beneath the bridge. I won’t take charity but will sell you a yellow pencil. Bite into the yellow pencil and ye surely shall not die. It’s called community, one mirror neuron morally supports the other when the other’s brain’s deprived of oxygen and when the other has a lapse. My visual acuity is greater when I’m in a state, my other selves are in correctional facilities and I feel like a child with minus seven mothers. Now I know which side my butter’s buttered on, I know each joyful signal’s an emergent property of joyful noise.
Neither/Nor
Let their explanatory variables be continuous not categorical and let there be an n plus first dimension. I see neither minimum nor maximum, i.e., all lived experiences are opaque to me. To flirt with failing is imperative. The complement of a closed loop is like Swiss cheese. In isolation only I might only thrive. As nature hates a vacuum so Damascus happens. Bless me, bless my heart. Of an infinity of possibilities I sing. They also Doppler shift who only follow through. An application once a day keeps the neanderthal away. Should my dichotomy be called false I’ll add other options. You could have come from some distant planet. To the statics and dynamics add a landscape. Let one cataclysm be attributed to every second butterfly. As long as fate is fashionable I’ll forgive, forget, ad infinitum, neither subject of nor object of affection be. To the missed opportunity no stairway is adjacent. Echo understands. Echo approves.