from a day in the life of p.
subpress 2002

it’s the number thing all over


the triangle presented itself to whatever as a sturdy structure, endowed with the basic formulation of life, relational to the number 12, a dodecahedron, which is nothing more than a good apple pie, cut and ready for one of those festive events with a serving of twelve. it was assumed that these would be rather small pieces of pie and that that would be fine with the guests who had already eaten an entire herd of cattle. this probably would be the case at dolly’s diner where the expectation of the food portions brought the antichrist there in the first place, that and the possibility of looking cool eating with the local a.c.r.s. (antichrist representatives of state).

and when one looks at the base roots of this apple pie structure or as some might say - numerologically speaking, anything after four . . . well, it just becomes redundant. for example five is a duplication of three and two, always leaving the opening for aluminum siding and case example belief in individualization, when in reality there is nothing more than a variety of the basic elements coinciding. this could be said of four, but that seems to take the logical progression, used in cliche terms, to describe L -7 and it variants.

the triangle shape then could possibly appear outside this accumulative effect of forced vomiting as when something adds the numbers 1+1+5+5=x and then reduces it to its prime. this would accumulate on whatever's brain like the stuff on the bathroom floor, or the never heard from again on the inside of the stove, baked on til it turns into a carbon based life form, where at any moment, if more stuff was added to the already preexisting stuff, the equation would shift to 1+1+(5x2)+x=y, which would not equal four, which led to something’s repulsion of the square mode, which was to much too comprehend.

all this was similar to the tertiary mode, which would send p. over the edge of a dark hill in a desperate search for anything not squarely based.

just then the digital green glow in the dark 11:55 switched to a digital green glow in the dark 11:56. this caused something’s brain to snap oblivion back from its undescribed purposeless location, being that oblivion is shrouded in the number or non-number number zero, that has no shape or all shapes - all doing the circle dance till the wee hours of the morning, when the embers hack their last spark, crushing eternity back into a liquid form, where whatever would search for loop-de-loops in curved space, trying to get back home and at the same time being indifferent to the intention of getting back, and certainly not wanting to face 1+1+(5X2)+ x=y, which was not too far from 2 squared.

suddenly whatevers concentration surfaced somewhere in an english garden, circumventing the realization that all the other numbers on the glow in the dark digital clock were square roots of something. with hitchcockian sounds and sudden jumps to panic whatever noticed the glow in the dark green number change from a six to the interesting positions of seven, which made it somewhat more comfortable to return. at that point whatever said
-make sure whenever you leave you have a return ticket just in case the down cast winds shows up wherever you are.