Analysis of Tails From The Lobotomy” Part 1: ‘The Book Of Genuises’

In the beguiling there was nothing but a mess,
when the universe was voided
and Time and Space couldn't get along;
a lot of bargaining, begging, bragging rights and borrowing went on,
until, finally,
an unhappy strolling minstrel stole the show (along with the spotlight)
and said (or rather sang) …
'LET THERE BE DARKNESS.'
And there was darkness.
(Remember:
this could very well have taken place in an anti-universe) .

Finally, they (Time and Space) arranged to see an announcer,
who announced in no uncertain terms
that they had no choice but to
try and collide with each other.
So, after speaking with their bony maronies,
they came to a mutual derangement,
and to make matters worse,
(and to make a very long story terse)
here's what trans-mired…

On day one the universe began with a wang, not with a limper
triggered by a leviathan sneeze during a seaman's sermon
from a mermaid swimming through a blow hole
where she became trapped along with the seaman
inside the belly of a gargantuan sperm whale
20,000 leagues under the sea
sending unparalleled ripples throughout Space and Time,
and causing an infinite number of amalgamous anomalies
to unzipper and anonymously unfold,
and that would ultimately materialize simultaneously
inside a loosely arranged unseaworthy quandary
intermingled somewhere between the birds and the bees
amidst portals steaming from event liaisons
spewing and cascading
into uncertainties and indefinables
intimating interminably, indeterminably,
unendurably and perpetually
inside the cascading cacophonies
(masquerading as powers of attorneys)
of Space (and Time) .

Call it fate if you will,
but the subsequent alchemy betwixt the seaman's sermon,
the mermaid's sneezing
and the mixing of the semen from the seaman and the sperm whale
instantly gave birth
to the creation of a terrifying storm at sea
which, in turn, manifested itself
from out of an illegal abortion
into a commonly accepted theory of practice
as a miraculous random chance occurrence
of phantom meetings
exploding inside a vacuum
at the stroke of midnight
in Times Square
between colliding particles of hydrogen, helium, kryptonite and neon lights,
gangsters and clowns,
a revengeful nurse,
an equally deranged square root,
a rogue black hole,
one big apple pi,
a bewildered worm
a snake in the mass,
a rather elegant wine
a beautiful rose
a corporate accountant's devious calculator
and a witch's spell cast with a brew stirred with a broom
made from the contraband
of carbon dated atoms stemming from the sperm
of the seaman and the whale
inside the vitals of the mermaid,
all mixed with the buds
of a beautiful young virgin gentle evening.
Thus were created atom and evening,
otherwise known as 'Anatomy' and 'Make Believe, '
and they've been whaling ever since.
One of the clowns (who just happened to be a poet)
got the ball rolling.
The subsequent dropping of the ball
into the brew
inside the ether
kicked off the cycles one by one,
one of which would become her very own personal unicycle,
'the clown poet's unicycle'
otherwise known as
'the universe'
as we now know it yesterday.

Meanwhile on the other side of darkness,
at the dark matter corner of Hollywood and Vine,
half the universe began to shift and reverse itself,
turning the darker side half of compatibility into the perverse.

Then, on the 7th daydream
just prior to the nightmare
(days 1 through 6 were spent just trying to figure out what happened!)
after a heavy and heated argument between Space and Time,
the omnificator, architect and judge
(another words, the head bony maronie)
who married and set the hearing between the two
(and who, apparently, had just about had enough)
said
'LET THERE BE LIGHTNING! ! ! '
upon which all hell broke loose.
The two halves then intermingled,
and it was this resulting coital collision between the universe and the perverse,
between the hot and cold of day and night,
Time and Space
wrong and right,
and of what really matters and what antimatters
(like the numbers 1 and 0)
that ultimately led to the creation of what we now know
and have come to love
(as seen through the eyes of a computer) as
America, the beautiful,
land of the free to play your music anytime and anywhere
just as loud and obnoxious as you want.
(In fact, the louder the music,
the more charisma and machismo you're supposed to show) .
After that, a couple of gardeners from Times Square,
while trimming the lawn under the 'HOLLYWOOD' sign in LA
got together and soon gave birth (with the help of a Midwest)
to four prolific offspring,
Maternity, Paternity, Fraternity (having past away some years ago,
but not before giving birth to many on and offspring)
and Eternity,
(who now goes by the name of 'e-Ternity')
followed by the appearance of a gentle giant Genie
released along with a message
(assume ably from Space and Time)
found in a bottle
floating aimlessly in the vastness out at sea.
Besides the Genie and the message, the bottle was filled
with pure polluted spring water which,
after mixing with the smog in LA,
turned into pure genetic e-memory not long after;
while the clown poet, upon one of her many makeovers,
and in honor of the creation of the cycles,
named her first grandchild, Ann, short for Anniversary.
The universe then split and divided into 2 parties
(the birthday party and the tailgate party.
Another words, into elephants and donkeys):
Times Square became the center of the big apple (in the
garden of e-vil)
and
'Hollywood gained the rights to the screenplay and the movie.'
And with this, paradise was lost,
the universe became an omni,
Wall Street had to be occupied
and the perverse just went their own way
or remained in Hollywood.
And the worm, the witch and the snake in the mass lived
incontravertibly incompatibly ever after.
In fact, I'm sure of it!

And the message in the bottle found floating out at sea?
The gentle giant Genie has since mysteriously vanished, disappeared
along with the bottle,
and whoever found it isn't talking
or has it hidden away somewhere for posterity
(or perhaps to pass on someday to the grandchildren) .
But, don't worry, there's still hope…
Who knows, maybe it'll show up sometime somewhere
at a yard sale (or at an auction somewhere on eBay).

And Time and Space? ? ?
Well, they're still together,
but don't hold your breath.
Who knows for how long! ?
The universe has such a wacky tacky knack
for making hanky-panky
and for combining
the exquisitely beautiful
with the incomprehensible and indelibly macabre…

BELA LUGOSI! ! !

So as the music plays,
so has life become the leading precursor over time,
and space 'il primo de facto' over love,
justified or not,
as the supreme being has made it clear
that the poor and unemployed are somehow
synonymous with petty crime,
so E = MC nightmared,
and possession is the primogenitor of all sadness
and shades the living beast
upon the masses,
while love is equidistant to the fresh young pink awakening
of the yawning fawning frame by frame
misadventure of uncroppable time
(and space, the final cavalier) :
and what the computer is to the abacus,
the fairy tale is to life
and animus the harbinger of wolves.
Have I caught your intention?