finnegan. (wakesong) wrote in asile_de_fous,
finnegan.
wakesong
asile_de_fous

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[ shem . sir . finnegan ]





Softly.

Softly.

Softly stint.

Crevast sticharred yon venyard bindt.

seven staves and the roundabout
verticarved
a row of
tendrilled
charm

characteristic of a nihilist’s endeavours

across

all of scotland’s yard.



a hand--
a hand!!
a hand,

forsook

between gulfstein and lick10’s hard
reboot

(roundabout
roundabout
roundabout

roots.)

Neither one nor two
nor
the halo of gutters
will tame the ghost of these
seventeen whores that haunt the lady in the moon.

(she’s inverted, really,
because a rabbit tail willed the
shattering of the mere.)

AND SAID THE PENTACIST
(alchematrix of the almam adder)

“sine cingers. sands millers.
dip/downdown/up
i n .
et whined,
und erred
disinterred.

reterm retour,
retify, valicité.

a stein statesmind for the limprose rader.”

eye up,
handblown
welfare.

“your stakes, our k n o t s ?”

“Felicity fakes the norm and the quakes, but whatever the err the airs cover coma-- por quoi et spiritus sancti.”

he could never bring himself to cross himself backwards,
even in the presence of the devil burning down the lines of

ever
more
and
Environs.

“Seven pianos and all their keys! All the keys I’ve come to no! The papers! The papers! The flogging papers!”

the desperation leaked its way
back into the flames
and then

and then
and then
and then

Finn again stepped two feet into the witch hunt and
covered his tracks with a
trail of

FEARS.

ears.
hears. hairs, heres;

“dandy lean’s snipped. coax and came to veil the coup d’etat”

slipslide, fingers famed four in callista’s wreckage and delilah’s oracle.

“nox merceqoui. miseria veaux philisto.”

synthesis: frotteur to treerings and sailscarce. confit, cumfait.

“ECHRONOMICISM.”

a forged bounty granted for the sake of
compassion
and
coemphasis.

“FOR GRANTED ET DEUX! LACRIMOSA DEL VARNI! BRAZEN! BRAZEN FRONTAL ORACLE! OH! VOCALIZE ET PAR THE PAR FOR RHET!!”

to the burning grass
and the porcelain dirt

for the good of the armament
the grime
and the

ei tone meant.

over, by bent broke and byway.
headseams and heart stritcherstruck across verticross and ventricle. diaphore? compressir. repelion.

see
sought
seek.
strain, store and regurgitape.

a recore en miscarriot.
burrbliter, bixen back.
lapius lay lacks, slavered across in

bees by base by

ser sere sera serility.

“woundround, raped in.
rex pelled, gitano trese reu.
salivenous,
for you and circling back.

recumspect? verderei, via venour.

riverrun wheels come again--
finn. finnai.”

dot.

dot.

dot.

dot.

dot.

dot.

“...aren’t you supposed to come with pants?”

dot.

comma.

ampersand.

pound.

asterisk.

tilde.

“...mismaculate inconception.”

cough.

nevermind the rote
and nevermind the con
and nevermind the eliminatory offen tided

ananemichromicism.

he laughed and he cried and he
postponed the eliminated fluid flames

his forehead touched home in the dirt
(the same dirt that his mother birthed and his
father beat readily into his eversteady skintones)

“My keys and my blacks and my papercuts
are flitting into the (X)shining sky.

WHAT SAY YOU
con te triot?
what say you?”

“letter be written,”
he propinioned,
“moor whetting reign ivy nether ethered.
loose drings,
drangs, durm und
strained.
stern,
for you.
reads to line your water wither.
unsays. all ways.
all ways.”

caires tu a calcarrion,
thrown.

grown shoulderbound, walled in bybones gone bygun.

“What is going on with your nonsense pantlessness?!” Sir rafed against the two AS ge deaffwes a body behind him, Rgis one was almost swAS ns lpracticallyn H byrnede liked Ainsik was before the duxung an d the plasricsd. “I am giinbg ti gavebnton rpesmvjgn both of you. clearly defective, running arodundn saqns pants. /i did not design ntoiye penis to b e seen Sgem.
I dersignerd it fort waste diospolasl.”

Rg w zidoctoir dragghedn the bvocyyu and sat nedxt to it, pullin g out hiks scalpels abn d quickly doing an autopsy Y-cut. Sir began removing orgaqns,. Sldeepn heasrt,m liver, this nhen toom a bite fof and hthen put it on ther deust ground. Sir completely ignor4edr ther flqaming tent qandhyn aqobtonhe thqrt ayn haver been near them. “Roo mcbn alcxobl, anbd fat, not enough taste4 qands sacvoer.”

Solr befgagn stripping thr4 skin from the ndead manm’s dCE SO as rfo prlotesxt himself frm futhtrer discoverrhy. Hed gevan nibblin g ojnn this, b efore offering tghen eyeasn to /shen, if he wqantged them. “Eyues, theryh;re fuklo of nervers anmd niitrition, IK dssaeedar.”

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up in off, up in off.

“...tout, tout, tipper. Sir.”

relucent and calcifractal. spunspear franc-mains; two.

“apresated. Sir.”

but what could it be and what could defract?
to distract, to impact

to
insubordinate

the mantle.

“Nevermind the crass-- the crashed craft of laughter, Sir.”

a codeword for

PLEASE DON’T BEAT/RAPE ME
(we tend to keep it in the family).

singed and signed.
doubly signed.

salute and salivate.

“..may i miss us? Sir. Idle eek a way on words. We sober and resolve.”

“Get some panets anad then we nshakl takjh o f thin gs that are mmore usefyl. Gave some lungs, they are clean and welle kept despite the smoke and buurnings.” Sir began ro xur open rgw lungs and disse4ct the tine sacks for safekeep9ing. He had prepared jars of formaldeghyde wgicg he puukkked out of his large, now bloody overcoat and surgical scurbsd.

“TRgese will sell welll, especially since Mama ?Njokeoo uses them for some of her potions.” Ge gently placed the sacks into the jar. “Mqaybwe if he has a good lower body we can replace yours and you can go around pantlerss alll the time if you so wish Shenm. Doo you want a large penis?” Sir pullled off the4 dead nab;’s pan ts and inspected the singed, still hot penis and testicles. “not ther ebes,t do you 3want them Shnem? I’m dutr i could make it f8unct9ional; or perhaps englarge it myself using special t4echniqerus.”

Ge socmplete ingored Fijnnegan, She,m was fdar niore oressing an tt the eoiomoemtn.

sinkersoaked agaunder.

sssssssszzzzzzzzzgggggghhhhhhkkkkkkkkzzzzznnnnn nn nnnnn n n nnnnnnn kkkkksssshhhhhssszzhhh

“..Sir? If you made me, why am I so shortstaffed and underfed?”

nois se fer ice of finn. again.

dumblook. damnbook. dambrook.

a shouldered hand and a shuddered look
encompassed in the
stroven and the stricken

lines between

lungs and penii.

“I have ghosts that say that premonition alters the state of underdress-- if you’re comversant in the art of the patriothorpe.”

whispered
and delicate
from a brother who said nothing
(to his sister.)

“i made you bvecaUSE I FELT LI8KE3 ITR, I DID NYOY INTENT for you to wander around nsna spants, but if you must shoduld you at leads tb prenternasebtbLE. Perhapos yuoppu can teacxh chdikdren about abnatomincal aetshetics and we can ghold viewings sessionms. Or you vcsn just eander aorund without any poants aON.” Sir vvefn cutrting open the dead man’s feet, suckingt tiny bits off meat off of delicate bones. “Delicuous!”

Sir turn3eds his attnetion towards Finnegana and inspected the4 lanky boy who was currently srtiabfh bedrt to shEn, hoping to be ignore4d by the4 very,k vfery scary mann who was currently chopp9ing popena dne eating a man in front of him. “i cna aimprove you too. i;ve im0proved a f ew wupoiepe aorund here. Do you havge anything you do0nt’t like,m I can choop it off and add things on. U can make evertytyubkng feel ebetter or wors eoyt yu ko a t all.”


Leftright, leftright.

Right. Left.

Pivotal.

“Autonomically substandard.”

Reversed processes.

Slowdancing alone.

One.
Two.
One.
One.
One.

knowing allallallalongalonealovedalast
that
musicmotion
was
not

standard
operation.


“My partitions are acceptable, Sir, please
be peaceful.”

i don’t mean
i don’t mean
i don’t mean

anything

at all.


“But the ghosts-- they say you’re clawing at the firmament. Sir.”

“I am clawibng a tnothing but the meat in myyy hands and if you are3 please eiwht thre way you are Shem then there is bno reqason to alter aoy u aT THais tyime. Would you like pants that are f00oreproof and sparkling so that you can pelcis thtrust sparkling shininess thqat is fireproof atowa rds evewryoine a touur keasuryuew?” Sir asked. “but you Finnegan are asoemtgginbf doe a latwer dasRR.”

“is?
does?”
query came,
over sunken
solders.
“like iridescence?
ammonite?
ammonia?
alimony?
can we call it this?
this here?”

an eager geegaw. a humble toy--

so
easily
pleased.

and Finn again,
easily frightened
but slowly learning that there were
better
(and worse things)
than an abusive sister,

stood ground,
lanky and tall and
overground
negative and
contrasted with
the stark obtuse
of sharp effects.

(he said nothing,
because there was
nothing to be said,
especially when such
c r e a t u r e s
were so easily

contracted.)
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