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The shell is cracked. This is the inside. - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - Urban Fishtank - Ei'det-ik - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - i. plop I saw you on second avenue. I saw you in the signs, with flinches over curbs, spinning-out towards the stores. You plop your mind out at the door with welcome to: urban zoos, barns, fishtanks. urban urban urban. overdone. let me sell you second avenue. with eye stains of person-want, staring as if the answer has gone. leaving printless finger treads on All-Uselessness as skinned interest de-saturate every shape. let me sell you cold that renders the pads of your fingers blind to textures, and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation of dead fish from under my feet as the dead fish in your eyes stare consumer-drooped. ii. Bumping the Glass i am gunna to go smoke and draw, she said. personified with cigarettes and gel-pen swirls, surrounded by iconic illustrations of dolphins among fish guts- -she impersonated originality- her mother was so lined with linoleum and catholic wafers that our skin prickled, reacting to her constant scream for anything but herself- -she chased her heart with insecticide.- i am gunna go smoke the glass table and move with the screens of walking men in the lamps of second avenue. she said. as smoke dried the fibers of paper with yellow stains, separating like fat from milk of who we are, draining into the sewers of wide-eyed fish-people. just like the woman who lead a dishtowel movement in the window of a confection store, the girl who leads a gel pen movement in window of 614c and smoke, has her flopping fingers sinking over the edges of her body to imitate the All-Uselessness in our culture. iii. flipped out I saw you on second avenue, I saw you with walking men in lamps along the street - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - Real Circulation - Eli the Ice Man - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - The 997,996th penny to roll off the production line at the Philadelphia Mint in 1994 was struck by a highly unusual and purely coincidental convergence of microwave photons from outer space from several thousand directions. A spark jumped from Abraham Lincoln's nose which suffered immediate oxidation on its bridge. The sudden flash of energy created an orgone unit which resulted in the birth of a new consciousness. Since the energy was a little on the yang side, it was a male consciousness. Mr. 997996's first memory was that of the cold of the Philadelphia winter. As he shivered, he became aware that his nose was in contact with a coin just like himself, so he deduced that he was not a beautiful and unique snowflake. There were 49 other pennies just like himself enclosed in paper, but none of them could talk or even care to notice him. As he was handled by various mint and bank employees, he became aware that he and his 49 brothers were just a small number of countless pennies all around them. He now began to feel important since his family was so large. He was startled by bright fluorescent lights as the paper around him began to rip. He felt himself -- wow, he was being handled by a beautiful woman, but what was she -- aaah! She dropped him into a tray and shut out the light. Periodically, the tray would slide one way and the lights would blind him again, but he would quickly slide back into darkness. Finally, after he became totally frustrated -- alright! The beautiful woman was handling him again -- and then she dropped him and some other coins into some guy's hand! Remy had no idea that one of his seven pennies thought that he smelled bad. Mr. 997996 jingled around in the guy's pocket and felt immediately frustrated again. He heard Remy talking about finding a bus and wanting to buy toothpaste. Then there was the sound of a bus for several minutes followed by more jingling. Remy's smelly hand brought him into the light of day -- no, fluorescent lighting -- and someone else put him in another cash register where he slid back and forth all day like he was on a carnival ride. Mr. 997996 found himself in a night deposit box, then another paper roll, then another cash register, and he thought he pretty well understood the way his life was going to go -- until he met Jake. Jake was three years old. Mr. 997996 was carried out of the second store by Jake's mother and later dropped onto a coffee table. Jake was babbling about the Cookie Monster when he put Mr. 997996 into his mouth! The zinc and copper disc then felt himself -- dare I say it? -- sliding in a downwards direction. He felt hot, burning acid all around him. It was really quite uncomfortable, and the stench of broccoli and carrots got worse and worse as time went on. As he entered daylight again, he was glad to find that Jake's mother was concerned about his disappearance because she rescued him and gave him a nice, soapy bath. "I need a vacation," thought Mr. 997996. That's exactly what he got -- in Jake's mother's nightstand. He noticed human life nearby but the drawer was so cozy that he fell asleep for two years. When he was forced out of hibernation he found himself at a souvenir shop in Florida, then a change purse, then a Burger King, then a pocket, then a grocery store, then another pocket, then a nightstand for two days, then the same Burger King again, and then -- the best moment of Mr. 997996's entire life. A boy dropped him into one of those charity donation bins with the entertaining funnel. Mr. 997996 fell down a slot and landed on his edge but starting rolling! Wow, this was different. And he rolled in a spiral! For a long time! And people were watching him and smiling until he dropped out of sight into the bucket! So then he went to another bank and a department store before he really got to see the world. A guy named Robert left him in the ashtray of his pickup truck for three months. Mr. 997996 felt like he was out cruising for chicks all the time! Maybe he'd run into an intelligent, shiny lady dime. Maybe she'd be young and innocent, like dated 1996. Or maybe he could spend time with a wise, experienced 1979 Susan B. Anthony dollar. He wondered if he might meet an exotic, mysterious penny chick from Canada. The other penny and three nickels in the ashtray with him never talked, so he had no real company. He experienced a tremendous disappointment one day. Robert let his truck slide into a ditch and flip onto its side, so Mr. 997996 was jerked out of the ashtray, bounced off a window, and dropped into a ditch. He saw the truck towed away, and then everyone left. This is the end of my life, Mr. 997996 thought. Then the rain came, the sky got dark, and he felt his edges being surrounded by mud that would soon devour him. He tried to slide around, but there was a great amount of suction that kept him from flipping or spinning, so he quickly ran out of hope and energy. Mr. 997996 was surprised to see Robert walk by with a flashlight at nightfall, however. "I'm over here!" he shouted. "Pick me up! Let's go cruising for chicks again!" Strangely, Robert acted as if he heard the cries and bent over to pick up Mr. 997996 and one of the nickels. Robert dropped the coins into a bag with the pens, notepads, and cassette tapes that had fallen out of the truck earlier that day. Two days later, Robert carried Mr. 997996 out of Florida and onto a college campus in Tennessee. Robert used him to buy potato chips and a soda. "Goodbye, Robert," said Mr. 997996, sounding a little sad. The penny didn't even pay attention to the next person he was handed to, which was just fine because he was dropped onto a sidewalk just half an hour later. Mr. 997996 thought about how he would never get the chance to just get into the daily grind like other pennies. "I should be used as change regularly since that's my purpose in life, he thought." He thought about how many undesirable places he had been in his short life so far. He then stopped thinking because a large shoe stepped on him. (That really hurt, by the way.) Then there was a pointy high-heeled shoe, and then a sneaker, then a sandal -- "Damn, when will this end?" thought Mr. 997996. Several days and many careless shoes passed before a conversation caught his attention. He heard a girl named Judy asked a girl named Melissa if she wanted to attend this particular college. Melissa said that her choice would be either here or some other place, so Judy suggested flipping a coin. Melissa checked her pockets and then looked around -- and picked up Mr. 997996. She flipped him in the air and he landed on tails, which she called to indicate the college they were currently visiting. Judy seemed very happy about that tentative choice, and Melissa -- now this was unbelievable -- claimed she had found a lucky penny. Mr. 997996 felt honored. He wondered, "Me? -- a lucky penny?" He swelled with pride, and out of happiness he made his obverse Lincoln shed a tear. This was accomplished by removing heat from Lincoln's eye which collected a drop of condensation. He soon found himself snuggled in a small pouch of Melissa's handbag for about a year, and he relished his position every day. Melissa got a new handbag and left Mr. 997996 on her dresser while moved things from one bag to the other. Hmm, he wondered, is she going to put me back where I belong? Apparently not, he thought, as she disappeared for several days and he remained on her dresser. Melissa's little brother picked him up and mumbled something about buried treasure. The penny was very nervous as the boy gathered fifteen other pennies and placed them all in a plastic capsule. "Will I be trapped here long?" he wondered. He looked around, saw that all the other pennies were quiet and lifeless, and thought, "Damn, no chicks around here." The penny got very nervous as he watched Melissa's brother use a spade to dig a hole. He was downright horrified when the boy dropped the plastic capsule into the hole with him trapped inside. "Shit!" yelled Mr. 997996. If you were to search Melissa's brother's backyard with a metal detector, you would probably find sixteen cents under the magnolia tree. - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - Super Brecken and Joel tha Magnificent vs Ada-riffic - BMC - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - When the teriffic trio walked out of the apartment to glance at the beautiful world around them, they found themselves shocked. The bridge, the once-beautiful world's-longest pedestrian bridge had been ravaged by politicians who had splattered it in gigantic election posters. Disturbed by the eyesore and concerned for the good of the community, the elite squad prepared to eliminate this sight pollution by means of force. Joel tha Magnificent, dipped in his dark jeans and ninja-brown jacket, grabbed a switchblade from his collection and headed for the bridge. Super Brecken and Ada-riffic followed close behind, their weapons of choice being a black marker and wits. Using the cover of night, they snuck up onto the bridge through some bushes, being careful to avoid the glare of cars' headlights for fear of arousing police suspicion. When the coast was clear, Joel tha Magnificent moved out toward the middle of the bridge, drew his knife, and began to cut one sign down. He had hardly made any progress when a set of headlights was spotted in the distance. Casually, Joel tha Magnificent walked to the other side of the bridge and waited in the bushes. When the car was gone, Joel tha Magnificent came out and continued to cut the sign down. Seconds later, another car came. The trio consorted with one another in the shadows. The signs were partially affixed using wire and could not be cut by Joel tha Maginficent's knife. Super Brecken committed herself to removing these metal wires with her hands. Cars continued to pass by every thirty seconds, slowing their action considerably. When the first sign had finally been cut down, Joel tha Magnificent slashed it in twain so Super Brecken and Ada-riffic could write witty slogans on the back like "No Politics on Our Bridge, Please: Sincerely, The Public." Eventually three of the signs had been taken down and only one remained. Joel tha Magnificent was concentrating carefully on the last one, so he did not realize a nearby car until it was almost too late. Panicking, he laid down on the wet ground to evade notice. Super Brecken and Ada-riffic laughed at him from the shadows. A few seconds after the three reunited in the middle of the bridge, a police car came driving up, lights flashing. The three ran wildly off the bridge and through an underpass. 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