Poeta part 1:
What the hell kind of a meat loaf is this Christ bluop blou blo bl b bl blu almighty unimportant b bl blo blu bloo bluop b bl blo bloo blui bloope clinkering-coo bluop blou bloo bl b bluop blou blo bl flaming bundles of superheated sticks bl bloo bluop b bl blo bloo bluip bundles of white sticks bloope bluo blo b bluop loup op p ip loope over a bed of bluop blp bp b ip Bluop blp bp hot lava Drive round trip a hundred fifty-six times. oo lui loop blu bp pop uip loope brake for p up oop loop bluip bloope bluop blo bl b bp ope exactly p up oop loop bluip blpe op oup loop bloop and then they put their arm up again bluip loope blu bluop blou blo unimportant and then they put their arm up again Halfway up pass through what is probably not called the city of the dead but should be called the city of the dead. bloop blui bluop loup oop op clinkering-coo exactly! bluip loope uop up blu blo blo flaming bundles of superheated sticks rak for bloop bluip bluo blou bundles of white sticks It is probable that there are cemeteries large enough out on Long Island Middle Village for example that may even have their own zip code. luop loup oop op p pe boo bup blu loo bop over a bed of hot lava blip blop lup lop lp unimportant That is something that can be looked up. and then they put their arm up again over a bed of hot lava It’s a big deal. bluop Bup lou loop Clinkering-coo exactly That is something that would be interesting to know but interesting but but bundles of white sticks No that is way off topic Jules we got to stay on the track of the topic the topic the specific topic at hand which is the name Poeta which each and every time up on through the city of the dead is the only name ever successfully read off its stone at any speed probably. blo bui loo bluop bloup A big deal to have. flaming bundles There were about a hundred fifty-six times round tripped from here to that there way up past Poeta a precisely numbered exit one hundred and forty-eight. of superheated sticks To have your own zip code, but. brake for bloopi But the name Poeta only came over about seventy-eight times precisely. bloopee bluipoir No sentient creatures of any kind are assigned zip codes of any kind. unimportant Which is also the name of an intersecting interstate which coincidentally is named route seventy-eight. and then The same number as the number of times the Poeta stone in the city of the dead was passed during the time of needing to be passed about seventy-eight times precisely. they Which gives rise, my children, my children, my spouse; to the lie that the razor sharp wide awake those of you who were just told that. put their arm up again over a bed of hot lava The same number as the number of times the Poeta stone in the city of the dead was passed during the time of needing to be passed about seventy-eight times precisely. flaming bundles of superheated sticks brake The lie? for clinkering-coo exactly bundles of white sticks Why a lie? Aha hey ho and hello wake up and know, that the word about used to describe a claimed number if something is fine if there’s nothing contradicting and/or confusing the total truth of the numbers aboutness in the same sentence. bluop bloup bloop Likewise, the word precisely used to describe a claimed number of something is fine if there’s nothing contradicting and/or confusing the total truth of the number’s precision in the same sentence. bloop bluip So, it follows that the truth is that bloope—
But what the hell kind of a meat loaf is this?
Jules! There you go again! It never fails with you my God how completely true with you that it never fails!
Ah, okay, but; hold that thought. Examine the sentence you just said. Why did you need to repeat yourself so in that sentence you said? That one there. Stretched on the floor there. Stretched on the floor there that you said—
Jules! I feel you are not qualified to take part in this narrative! Please leave as soon as you possibly can, Jules.
Jules backed himself down speechless a split second, mouth not knowing whether to smile, frown, or remain a taut line, as—since the words stated in response to anything are, in most humans of moderate intelligence, stimulated to send a message reflected in meaning and tuned up by tiny adjustments in tone, duration, and general clarity by the set-settle of the lips and mouth finally; according to the following steps (here slowed down to allow comprehension by a factor of ten-thousand) as, 1. The mouth maintains the same shape for a minimum time so minute that there is no unit of measure capable of expressing such-all teeny-tininess, then, 2. The face adopts a general look suggested by the emotions the form of the lips suggest the inner brain is experiencing, then, 3. The face solidifies in a look which to the one about to be addressed would be caused to begin to anticipate the nature of the words about to be uttered, and, 4. The anatomical structures along the entire airway from diaphragm lungs trachea throat tongue mouth cavity and all associated structured involved in the formulation and utterance of speech, are caused to immediately speak, then finally, 5. The brain, hearing the words the organs of speech and the lower areas of fight/flight involved subconscious bottom-brain have delivered outward, catches up to know how to feel what to believe and to begin to devise words to reply to the expected response in order to gain the upper hand and have the answer ready to deliver only held back by the need for words to be spoken by the opponent (it not mattering yet what the words might mean) to be replied to, creating the illusion that the conversation will most certainly be reasonable, intelligent, and be maintained at the upper limit of rationality; for loss of control, well, is generally guaranteed to label either speaker crossing the limit a shithead. The non-shithead will then appear to any onlookers or documentalist, the winner; or, if both cross the limit then they will both be shitheads and since two shitheads ranting and raving can hold the interest of any onlooker for any time at all, both lose yes, Nancy! Eh. So: