Date:         Tue, 15 Jul 2003 16:48:36 -0700
From: phaneronoemikon <solipsis@HEVANET.COM>
Subject: PARTY OF WAVE GUIDES
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA


PARTY OF WAVE GUIDES {INTERNATIONAL SHELLFISH SANITORIUM}
Pt.1


1[=g\s\[l\e\e\p]. f\ee]/ls\ ]t]he[ b=.\u|c[/ket\ d[esc]g/en\d, k[nee]\s up/, ]ey\\][es disten\ded,
{nag=liquid stag}My mind was like a fragile eggshell as I stood there high on the plains
above that world of icebergs and shipwrecks, blue light streaming from cold alien grottos.

2t[\=gh\[\e \lo\n].g\ y/el\lo]w e\.nc=/u|m\bran[c/e \gmuch lik\/e a day,\ b]ut indo\ors
{beldor=liquid condor}My Dirigible had crashed due to strange winds near a high
peak. I had nearly died. My handlebar moustache hung limp, my piercing blue eyes, estranged!

3a[\n=g\[\d \d\ef].i\ne/d \b]y a\.n i/=d|eo\logy[ o/f \rgando/m \gaps wh\er]e the b\eaming
{grum=liquid bum}I would live in a cold and gigantic cannon packed in like a rat until
the tundra might thaw. My brothers would be the walrus and hagfish, the northern lights.

4si\[g\\=g[na\t\ur.]e\s f/oi\s]t th\.eir/ =t|riu\mvir[at/e\ ogf/ sigh,\ sign, an\d ]sag. C\an't
{dirt=liquid flirt}Gliding on penguins, these caribou feet sighed across an infinite
and empty shag of nameless living browns, yellows, greens, whites.

5tas[\t\\[=ge t\h\e .]b\uc/k\e]t an.\ym/=|ore\, slo[w/ \/mgagnets\ crushed\ u]nder th\e
{love=liquid dove}Spring of Tundra, full beard, eating centipedes like a madman
by a river. I see my face in the churning waters but do not recognize. I am alone. 

6wei\[g\\[=ght \o\f .]h\ov/e\ri]ng t.\ide/s|=, t\his lo[/w/\ skgy of s\evered m\e]rcury,\
{mad=liquid glad}All manner of beasts invade my body as the sky turns once more
cold and grey. A kind of amoebic fur rushes through me. I waddle and mumble and curse.

7a\ so[\lu[\=g\bi\lit\.]y i\n/ d\e]cisi.o\n/s |t=o \l/ine[ar /f\or gthe tr\ue structu\]re of ti\me.
{dream=liquid team}Then in the quiet pain of midday, my frozen hands cleaving
to my pelvic generator, I spot a high black ship with a tall green mast and sailors.

8di\ng,[\ d[\\=gin\g\.], th\e/ e\n]d o.f\ u/n|/d=e\rsta[nd/i\ng gslice\s with a fe\]eler ga\ge
{rage=liquid page}They pass by indifferently and I rail at them ghoulish in the blue
air of my desolation, my lungs like crystalline ice caverns, my long moustache like a soggy broom.

9|the\ pa[\rt[\\yg=-\li\.]ne \p/he\n]om.\/en/alis=\m o[f th/\e poglitic\s of experi\]ence.\
{fuck=liquid truck}Finally a hut of sod. I live with a feral moose and a gigantic white
fox who calls herself Lichneela. She has wings and a long snaking body which I adore.

0N|ew\ bu[\c[\\kg=e\t\.] bu\t /th\e/] gr.a\ss/ rat\=her[ sa\/gs. Lgean\ing in from]\ all q\uarters
{bead=liquid head}In the days we hunt and forage, pulling great fat worms from the river,
and catching succulent beetles with our sharpened fingernails scratching the soil insanely.

9to |dr\y c\[o\[\ntg=u\\.]sion\,// 4\0],00.0\ h/ep\a= fil[ters/\ linedg up\ in sentenc]\es i\n the 
{slave=liquid rave}I develop a religion of anger and desolation whose prayers are shouts
to an infinite emptiness. My Lichneela makes love to me in the hollow of our cannon-bed.

8par|ki\ng l\[o\[\t. g=T\\.]h/e w\/all\s] of .t\he/ b\uc=k[et h\/ave wignd\ows. You c]\an i\magine
{ooga=liquid booga}The Feral moose has returned with a strange wooden object. It humms
and sometimes a frothing blue liquid squirts from what appears to be a belly-button.

7ther|e \is a\[ \\[sp/g=e\.]\cie o\/f \w]ing.e\d /gr\een=[ lem/\ur whigch\ presides t\]here\
{night=liquid light}My skin is a map of birthmarks. Blues and reds compete with yellows
and greens. Tiny mantis generals pursue wars across my back. I am a battlefield for parasites.

6talkin|g\ /a h[\u[\\mga=\.]\n co\/at\ t]o th.e\ b/a\ckw[=ards/\ exit. Ag c\lam must h]\ave\
{sleep=liquid leap}I have learned how to make a fiendish and intoxicating brew from
some unknown plants and the bodies of dead mites. I weave in the starlight, howling.

5|a go/rill\a to [\m[\\agk\=.]\e a p/\e\a]rl. B.u\t /im\ps [n=udg/\e the cgri\sis towards]\ th\e
{darn=liquid yarn}Lichneela has run off with the feral moose, but they have left the leaking
belly-button. I finally taste the fluid. It is ambrosia. My mind opens like a lotus on a crystal lake.

4/|metape\arl. I[\f \[\weg\.=]\ slept/\ t\o]geth.e\r/ w\e m[ig=ht /\not like gi\t better. In t]\he\ bucket,
{pearl=liquid girl}I float over the ocean like a spirit, great blue liquid wings carry me across
untold parsecs of heartland, great veiny crags erupt through the night, my wings have a mind.

3w|e is be\dwet\[te\[\r, \\g.]=hot ta/\f\fy] of s.t\r/on\tium[ ho=\/usekarl b\gusts smear\]ed\
{cab=liquid blab}Finally I find myself at the balloon hangar. Toby the balloon mechanic has
become the new pilot. He looks at me with wonder and amazement. He falls to his knees in prayer.

2\w|ith mou\stach[\e[\\-je\g.]\=lly fo/r\ \p]enit.e\n/tia\ry r[eco=/\gnition. It\gs limp\\]
{slim=liquid phlegm}I stand over him, lightly belching earthworm castings, and hold out 
a picture I'd drawn of Lichneela, and sobbing gently I hand him the wooden belly-button..