The Death and Life of Zebulon Finch, Volume 2
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Ahoy: I see orange welder-fizz & white blowtorch-lasers. The Man shouts & waves. 1st-response folK lift WWI gas masks while Dinosaur cranes Bite into deBris w steel jaws. A Stars&Stripes hangs from crane’s neck. This is, Reader knows, The Biggest Rescue & Recovery Mission in U.S.A. History™. The WTC complex is/was 16 Acres, 7 High-Rises, Home to 100s of International Businesses™. Initial Estimates are 10s of 1000s Dead™. What do You feel, Z3bul0n F1nch, when You hear these Handy Factoids & see OldGlory flappinG? Like Francis Scott Key or more like [search:anagrams] Sanctify Rockets or [search:anagrams] Nectars Icky Soft?
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Dog licks my hand (♥ Dog, ♥ Dog) & I see G00D: [list: create] ▪ Human bucket chains ▪ Makeshift FDNY command posts ▪ Salvation Army food trucks ▪ Free restaurant meals ▪ Citizens giving the shoes off their feet {hellhot rubble melts soles↔souls} ▪ Tourists compiling med kits ▪ Disoriented firemen led by hand to dehydration stations ▪ Everyone working w/o ego [list:end]
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This is the American Narrative & it is TEMPTING.
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A Chief jogjogjogs to the Man. Dog bounds off & gets yummies & eyedrops. The Man blabs about me but INSANE {see (1)(2)&(3)} & Chief says, Joe, now, what did I say, You can’t be climbing out here Alone, I know You want to help, We all want to help, but You’re not thinking right & You’ll end up Dead & if I have to throw Your ass into jail to Make Sure that doesn’t happen, I’ll do it, you understand? Joe understands but insists He pulled Me out & I’m a Survivor & We should All have Hope & Chief says Dammit Joe there are 10-ft offices crushed down to 6 inches No One’s pulling out No One who’s still walking
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& right {tick} about {ticktick} then {tickticktick} other FDNY & PAPD have Come Close enough to see me for what I am & I see the American Narrative ↑flip↓ bc they get ANGRY & it is like Meixelsperger sez: [quote]You crawl from rubble. What do you think this make them think? Husbands, sons. Maybe they crawl from rubble as well?[quote:end]. They say is this a Sick Joke You Sicko & Old Joe’s not right in the head & how dare you Take Advantage of Old Joe & Yo, Chief, I recognize this schmuck, it’s that fucking Magician who got those People in the desert killed & I open my Mouth to defend Myself {Survival instinct = Drowning Rat} but my tongue FALLS OUT & We stare @ The Tongue & it *IS* a sick joke, isn’t it?[x5] that I emerged from Ground 0↔Holy Ground instead of any of the (1) Brave Rescue Workers or (2) Courageous Civilians & so Thęy AŦŦaCK Mę {easy, Z3bul0n} & I run where They won’t follow→→→wilds of peeled steel & cable snakes & ice-floe concrete & foothills of flattened fire trucks from where I see a Billboard, Clean & Untouched, SCHWARZENEGGER//COLLATERAL DAMAGE//FROM THE DIRECTOR OF THE FUGITIVE//VETERAN FIREFIGHTER’S WIFE & CHILD KILLED IN BOMB BLAST//WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU LOST EVERYTHING? & I don’t know which part to Háááh about first
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Where I [[[hide]]] there is a stiletto of Mirror. I look @ myself. I wear ribboned clothes of Old Decade & am burnt, sooted, gnawed. The mirror is Silver from hellhot heat yet reflects →The→Future→where I Watch Myself drag my charred body further across time, pace steady enough to mocK each generation’s{↔GENERATORS} sprints & stumbles as they try to Do the Right Thing & why o why o why did it take so long to recognize Myself?
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I am the Millennialist. Alllllllllllllllll along it has been Me chasing Me/both Hero & Villain/Devil & Demigod/Beginning & THE END/Inventor of Struggles so I’d have a force against which to Struggle. I did this to Me. {We did this to Us?} I/We are the broke & burnt beacon of the Future bc All will End Up like Me/Us.
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Rescue workers talk. Rumor1: @ 6WTC a wildeyed customs official guards confiscated Drugs & Guns. I dream of doing my Villain act & robbing both, Drugs to buy passage, Guns to demand it. Rumor2: @ 1WTC abscess, a subway tunnel leads to All Points North & I dream of that too {becoming the Subway Rat}. Rumor3: shellshocked NYers still being prompted from hidey-holes & herded to Pier 92 where tour boats whisk them off The Island No Questions Asked. This isn’t a rumor! I pat myself with white ash & find a mass of limpers & I am given Fresh clothes & we file past walls already filled w Have You Seen Me? Posters to the harbor/boat/Hudson & from a deck slippery w soot & blood I see Twin Towers of Smoke & Manhattan EMPTY ↓ 14th Street. Then Jersey City & Newark & like The Beau-Ts said though there’ll be DusK before the Dawn/Old Mr. F1nch keeps ramblin’ 0010101011101010110 10100 101001010101 01010101 010100101010100100111110100 010011 101010101 1001010010000111010111010010 10010100 100101010000001 11110 0100011111
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{What is this Input/Static? GO AWAY}
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It is a Bad Time to be Other. {Was there a Good Time? Ask the Fighting Muslims of Fisk U.} Ash rained off, I am brown-skinned: the hellhot heat cooked me & w/o tongue, I am an unintelligible immigrant w noises like jihadist jabber. I pass thru nation like a Terrorist. Woody Guthrie//revision: This Land Isn’t My Land No More. Whole county is Plato Manor, a loooooong hallway majestic & idealist years3637383940 ago but now Ground0, Gr0und00, G0r0u0n0d0000.
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I=Old Joe, Not Right in the Head//I Slip Up. I dig up a grave in Penn & pop open coffin & crawl inside {Capital Idea, Z3bby!} but get chased out & it’s on sec-cam vid & 1 day Rigby’s IBM/Microsoft/Apple Thingamabobs aren’t so Floppy & the vid transMutes into a virus that Everyone, plugged in like junkies, catches & I am shunned & chased↔disgraced & a traitor & a hoax & an urban legend. Soon all Thingamabobs take pics & vids & glow in the night, a torch to touch off a 1million other torches, a {by definition} Torch-Wielding Mob. Every time I ↵ return is Shame [x1000]. I stop ↵ returning.
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There âre Some Crumbs {nibblenibble} to mâke This Rât . I leârn thât John Glenn, unsâtisfied w The Americân Câmpâign World Wâr II Victory Chinâ Service Nâtionâl Defense Service Koreân Service United Nâtions Service Congressionâl Gold Congressionâl Spâce NASA Distinguished Service Woodrow Wilson {outofbreâth!} MEDALS, rocketed his bowtied 77yeârold one-upmânship âss bâck to spâce in 1998. Go get em, John. But Crumbs Run Out & the Rât gets . Prez Bush’s WMD hunt in Irâq [timestâmp:2003]=Prez Johnson’s Gulf of Tonkin [timestâmp:1964]: fâlse flâgs from which to dip kerosene & suckle bâbes//Goochie Goochie Goo//one dây You ţoo, Littleone, will Ķill. I could continue but ţhink//bâckspâce//re-ţhink//send is fâiling. Look: iţ’s fâlling âpârţ. Ŵhy is ţhis? Ŵhy cân’ţ I Hold On? Is iţ ţhe Explosions?
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404142434445yeâr?? Seţţing[query:seţţing]: ŴV?/OH?/ĶY?/IN?/MI? ScurvySlovenlyShâbbyScummySmuţţyShâdyScânţy I crâwl ţhru Mud & Ŵoods//The Enemy/The Forgoţţen/The Dârkness//& sTuMbLe inţo 3 flâg-weâring Pâţrioţs (Bâd) & Drunk (Ŵorse) & ţhere is 1sec {tick} when They mighţ help â poor weâk losţ immigrânţ//buţ ţhen 2sec {ticktick} & I âm The Axis of Evil who Hâţes Freedom & ţhey sţând w hunţingrifle+buckknife+woodâx+filleţblâde & lifţ ţhem more âpologeţicâlly ţhân Triângulinos bc ţhis isn’ţ Mere Revenge//Pâţrioţs âre âll Homelând Securiţy now & ţhis is ţheir JOB↔JŌB.
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Never Forgeţ{blâsţ}Orânge Alerţ{cuţ}Freedom Fries{chop}Leţ’s Roll{slice}Mission Accomplished 010110101110 10 1100001011 10 01010101001 1001000 11110101 10 1001 101001101010 101 01010 000000101000011 100101111011110 1000101 1010101010000011101 10101111101010010011 001 10 1001010101 1000001101 1 0100101 101000101011111111011111001 10 100101010 010000010010 100 1010110 10100101 010101010 1001 10101010101010010000000111100101010111001 001 00101010110
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{STOP INTERRUPTING//DONT INTERRUPT//WHO ARE YOU??? ??? ???}
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Mulţiple Choice ✓✓✓: Ŵhere Is ţhe Soul? (1) sţernum (2) upper ribs (3) ţibiâ (4) lefţ lung (5) spleen (6) blâdder (7) clâvicle (8) esophâgus (9) lower ribs (10) gluţeus mâximus (11) spinâl cord (12) heârţ (13) righţ lung (14) lârge inţesţine (15) pelvis (16) righ�
� ârm & hând (17) recţum (18) boţh legs (19) lefţ kidneý (20) gâll blâdder (21) smâll inţesţines (22) righţ kidneý (23) blâdder (24) pâncreâs (25) âppendix (26) ţrâcheâ (27) liver (28) righţ fooţ (29) lefţ fooţ (30) sţomâch (31) heâd.
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I wonder[x3] if ţhe 3 Pâţrioţs{when sober} recâll↔celebrâţe/âdmiţ↔forgeţ how ţheý diced me ţo simplesţ elemenţs. [ţimesţâmp:ERROR] [ţimesţâmp:ERROR] [ţimesţâmp:ERROR] Ŵhere Is ţhe Soul? Answer: (1)-(31)=null. Reâder, I’ll be blunţ: I Am â Heâd. Like Sţen Ehrensţröm’s on the bânk of Meuse RiVer, like Đr Leâţher’s Poor Đogs, excepţ My Heâd is in â Jâr. I Am â Heâd in â Jâr on â Shelf in â Curio Shop. Đo You crý for Me? Đon’ţ/pleâse don’ţ. Jâr {homesweeţhome} is filled w elecţroneurâl gel buţ ĶEEPER is LĀźY→jâr is dirţý//neVer cleâned//clouded w floâţers of skin//I dissolVe before Mý Own Eýes. Neverţheless: Johnný, behold mý Acţ! Eýes blink! Lip curls! Foreheâd ţwiţches! ĶEEPER {before Explosion/sţill missing/ţhen âgâin he’s LĀźY) hâs 10s oţher Jârs in his Pâgeânţ {SţepRighţUp} buţ ţhese âre Brâins Onlý {whâţ â snooze} & ţho ţheý pulsepulsepulse Brâins ţrânsmiţ 0 when ĶEEPER âţţâches ţhem ţo machine. O if ţhe ĶEEPER ↵ reţurns {pleâse ↵ reţurn} whâţ â surprise ţhe machine will hâVe for Him!
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This is mý OLĐ AGE & OLĐ MEÑ hâve 0 inţeresţ in Ñewfângled Ŵizârdý. Ŵhâţ I Ķnow: ţhe machine links ↑ ţo ∞ ţhreâds. Ñoţ inţerneţ//infineţ. In infineţ, eVerý ♀♂o hâs Followers, Friends, Armies/eVerý ♀♂o is ţ/h/er/is/eir own Chuck Mânson//Moţher-Fâţher Sâvâge. Iţ is closesţ ýeţ ţo Heâven/Hell, iţ is Mirâculous/Đeâdlý. Everý Word I ţhink//bâckspâce//re-ţhink//send ţhru infineţ {ţhis is mý Đeâd Leţţer Office} finds mâţching Ŵord & links//indexes which grâb//hold//kiss//fuck. If mý Ñoţebooks survived 9.11.01 {WHUMPBOOMWHOOSHTHWACK} ţhese Ŵords will link ţo d.i.g.i.ţ.i.z.e.d Ñoţebooks & become THE ŴORĐ & ţhâţ exciţes mý finnický brâin & so I musţ ţhink[x10] hârd[x10] & geţ ţhe spelling Jusţ Righţ
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I âm Z3bul0n F1nch {bâd} I Am ≥3ßul*n F1η⊂h {much worse} I âm Z3ßul0n F1NcH{ţrý} I Am Z3Bul0n F1NcH {hârder} I Am Z3Bul0n F1ncH {workkk} i âM Z3Bul0n F1ncH {hârderrr} i AM ZEbul0n F1ncH {beţţer} i âM ZEbulon F1ncH {beţţer} I âM ZEbulon F1ncH {closer} I âM ZEbulon F1nch {ýes} I âm ZEbulon FF1nch {I} I âm ZZebulon Fiinch {sţill} I âm Zebulllon Finch {exisţ}
I AM ZEBULON FINCH
[[[indicâţe ţhâţ ýou undersţând]]]
i çân feel iţ send uploâd virusspreâd iţ is like bloodleţţing
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ţhânkýou o ţhânk ýou now i mâý resţ {??}
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(6) wind wâţçh. The Excelsior {CRAC//ĶEĐ}i çân see inside ţhe {CRAC//Ķ} {ţhâţ’s imPossible} buţ I CAN & I soMehow I know âll ţhe delicâţe grâsshoPPer Pieçes//ţhe diâl fooţ roçking bâr Pivoţ holes sâfeţý Pinion winding sţem whiPsPring bâlânçe çoçk esçâPe wheel regulâţor//none of iţ working well in fâçţ slowing down & Ameriçâ slowing down ţoo bç ýes âll ţhe ExPlosions = ţhe çounţrý deçâý buţ ţhings do ↑↑↑ from deçâý ţheý do ↑↑& I âm slower ţoo iţ is like being [seârçh:slowing] like being TIREĐ I forgoţ how TIREĐ feels & it’s çurious iţ’s noţ horrible iţ’s noţ so bâd iţ’s Preţţý niçe Gød is ţhis â ţriçk?[x17] I see You âţ lâsţ You look Funný You [[[hide]]] inside machine You âre 1s & 0s//1s & 0s// iţ is jusţ like You {Đrowning Râţ} ţo Piçk Eleçţriçiţý â Primiţive forçe {see wâţer::âir::fire} & I çân heâr Yr Voiçe iţ is Cleâr âţ lâsţ You sâý 10010110101101010111010001010 → ţrânslâţion: Sţând UP {w no bodý?} & ţhen 00101110011011010110100 → ţrânslâţion: Come Here {w no legs?} & ţhen 111001010000101111011011110101 → ţrânslâţion: You âre inviţed {w no heârţ?}
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Cân ýou see ţhe mârkeŕ on mý foŕeheâd Gød does iţ sţill sâý THE ENĐ heŕe I çome heŕe I çome don’ţ ţŕý ţo fool me/I will do whâţ Eŕiç sâid I will ţŕý ţo be â PŕoPheţ I will ţŕý ţo send bâçk â sign fŕom Gød is He Good is He Bâd//send bâçk 1 senţençe?//1 woŕd?//1 leţţeŕ? I ↵ ŕeţurn ↵ ŕeţuŕn ↵ ŕeţuŕn ţo biŕţh ouţ of Đeâţh âs I biŕţhed inţo iţ sçŕeâming/çoughing/sçŕeeçhing/fighţing/ŕesisţing ţo ţhe LAST ŴORĐ & will ţuŕn Gød’s embŕâçe 011110101010101110101 inţo â bâçksţâb if I çân if I çân iţ is hâŕd bç the Excelsior {CRĀC//ĶEĐ} iţ ţiçks slow now slooooooooow eveŕý ţiçk heâvý & hâŕd & ţells me Đeâţh{Life?} noţ meâsuŕed bý ţiçkţiçkţiçk Time buţ bý
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