Township Sounds (Plan Nine from Innerspace)

This ship's cargo is a portable proletariat
Decoy, decoy, decoy, oh critical decoy resist your visibility until it shows your resistance
Go undercover as a newcomer Vigil vigil– dilettante 'til then
Observe the tramps as attentively as the millionaires as attentively as the Caliban, the second largest retrograde of doubt is participation, or at least this is the claim made by the men in cargo



Hollywood really was experimenting with the concept of shipwrecked aliens as Los Angeles' next ethnic minority, someone to blame for the famous noises that let us quit our jobs and raid our own dilemmas for fantastic ruins to invest with the legends of place-spirits and then erase using the space between the legends and the places, suggesting that space is doubt or that patience is conspiracy and that to migrate is to disappear. And even if this is all true, I would remain here, and here, (and here), waiting, Hallelujahing outside of some dine-and-dice emporium so you think you see me



Glory is a rare outcome of greed is a rare outcome of glory. But what about the soil. What about my feet on its biased surface resembles flying, out of the buildings, a distinct and different melody out of each one like they were autonomous speakers talking me out of them, and I was convinced



convinced, Etymology: Latin convincere to refute, convict, prove, from com- + vincere to conquer — more at victor