Ligaments and Tensions that have been re-aligned

Sooooo....

I am very much enamoured with my beloved "hypnotist phone". It's a wonderful handmade creation that sits on my desk - snuggling right up against the finest of fine computers. (Complexoid-B) Really, the hypnotist phone was an old UW economics dept. rotary phone that they were pitching. It's bona-fide department phone, not just some random rotary... the sticker on the front says "For All Emergencies DIAL 9-911". As I am a fluent user of rotary phones, I worked my skills of elusivity to pick it off before they threw it away or sold it or whatever, and now my happiness can be approximated by the concept of ∞. (pretty much)

The phone is a hypnotist phone because it has my good friend Mr. Karl P. Hypnotist glued to the center of the rotary dial (he even comes with crazy green hypnotist spirals) so that when I call someone he just sort of merrily spins around and induces some sort of hypnotic state in me. I'll admit, if I sound strange after calling you on the telephone, that is probably why.

Yes.

Today I'm going to also use my "Davyd's AMAZING AND WONDERFUL WRITING TIME CAPSULE OF DOOM" for your instantaneous enjoyment.

Today the TIME CAPSULE OF DOOM happened to spit out this choice mechanism:

Live From the Third-Tome/Journal - 2/19/04

A group of birds that could not fly
were known as archeopterai.

Aloof upon their leafy perch
something quite a lot like birch

But with more scales and spores and shoots
and not much more than one tap root.

A ferny lot, above the brine
that soon would learn to change through time

and bubble up as blackened stuff,
to mix with air and then to puff

and leap and crackle up in smoke
to heat our houses - it's no joke

that feathers once and ferny palms
now power furnace - warm and calm

within the center built wherein
for those no more than manakins

or crippled actors one by one
like tree leaves soaked in brilliant sun

and sudden flashes when clouds pass
a dreamlike phrase so long would last

as tails and feathers flutter by
and flightless birds defeat the sky.

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Yeah, I don't do much rhyming. This one happened to turn out as a graceful (and complete) loop of images so I found it particularly satisfying.

LEMUR!