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This work may only be viewed by: request, in person, and in situ (Minnesota). Upon visiting, the viewer will be provided with a pair of white fingerless gloves. This will allow him/her to conveniently flip through the drawings while also affording the delicate pieces a level of protection against the oils and soils inherent to the human touch; thus, a chance at life -- a fighting chance. 

This work consists of 120 drawings of Klein bottles. Whether this is interpreted as separate and distinct bottles each or as a single Klein bottle iterated 120 times from different perspectives is up to the viewer. A Klein bottle is a surface that defecates and eats itself without apparent cease, and without discernible aim or end; alternately, it is a sphere whose mouth is simultaneously its anus. The drawings are executed in graphite on newsprint paper, each being roughly 18 x 18 inches, although the dimensions of the drawn portions themselves (i.e. the strict graphite impressions) can vary significantly from one piece to the next. The surface (newsprint paper) is inherently fragile, such that, as you read this and by virtue of their mere existence, the pieces are deteriorating at an unfathomably precocious rate -- in fact, most have already acquired an orange tan bearing witness to a silent yet fierce struggle with the abjections of temporality. The 120 drawings are perennially housed inside a large portfolio (in time a wooden chest), a photograph of which we offer above as proof of their existence.

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In lieu of photographs for each piece, a description is offered below. The reader is encouraged to move from one description to the next as if promenading inside a long, horizontal gallery.

1. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Ingurgitating-Defecating, 1". Somewhat faint line, vicarious smudges, particularly at corners, caused by movement and displacement in the machinery of the envelope, this being the first and foremost. Small tear at left (first witness) -- and a certain signifying weight. Large, and equally the reference point from which to see.

2. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Ingurgitating-Defecating, 2". Large bottle, specifically at the retched site where "throat meets body", that is, where narrowness was anticipated but gave rise to its disappointment (pathetism).

3. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Ingurgitating-Defecating, 3". Large bottle. Comparatively filled. Rather large.

4. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Ingurgitating-Defecating, 4". Somewhat large bottle (i.e. rubicund); line bolder with respect to previous ones; a certain largesse or generosity (proper to the summit on which the blonde beast grazes [la rubia bestia pasta]) in its thickness.

5. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Ingurgitating-Defecating, 5". Partially elongated; noticeably different (altered) angle, indentation visible besides; the part where the object’s circumstance turns propitious and begins to "aspirate itself" -- this portion offers a special delight.

6. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating-Defecating Itself, 6". Semantic shift, yet preservation of hyphen. Exceptionally faint; purposeful, however, despite the despite of its imprint, and membranous.

7. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating-Defecating Itself, 7". Whorl-movement, or the movement of the whorl if it were to suddenly acquire the aim of proper spelling (heretofore lacking; down by the law’s lacunae).

8. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 8". Hyphen ejected, replaced with junctional -- alphabetical bridge. Indentation noticeably cavity-like; jerking portion of line at left, creating a position (both physical and tactical), and consequently an on-site improvised strategy, of flight or retreat in service of survival. As in the late 1800s, nearing species extinction, the bison must have been carried forward into the new century merely by the blind compulsion of the rearguard (creased until anthropomorphized; or the point at which your survival hinges on the pity you stir within the shoal of the grace of humanity).

9. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 9". Upside-down configuration; rough indentation at top. Like a supple body carefully braided through a breaking wheel; at first an intact and then broken breaking wheel, itself broken.

10. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 10". Remarkable iteration: charcoal line in pursuit of yamato-e; fibrous clouds, bottle organic and inorganic at once, fruit-like (membranous, once again) in appearance, as fruit eclosed on a platter.

11. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 11". The amateur has been executed: broken (humiliated) line, jaggedy, misshapen beyond question: as we perhaps in rivers by imagine the base of our social phallus: "The irreparable authority of my foundation, dampened (runaway) beyond refrain."

12. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 12". Impossibly faint; scribble at indentation, or shadow of indentation with scribbled perseverance; doughy. Vertical line inside "K", creating the outline of a castle: itself in turn the metaphor for the shadow of the institution under which is extracted the slave’s testimony. I can only yield the truth you seek when the burning rod gets sweatly lodged inside my anal mora.

13. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 13". Tuba- or sombrero-figure; minor organicist usefulness; exquisite point at which my memory starts to fail all those around; in other words, what is perceived as useful only as the very long as it remains organic. After that point, we will be forced to use a surfactant to promote its surface.

14. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 14". Either extreme angle or bottled architecture abruptly lost, ejected. Suggestive dark blot, and chalky; an open peach, or a peach which, having become a supple rock, is then lovingly translated into an object of plump scorn.

15. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 15". Grotesque, or grotesquerie; the intrigue of resemblance to a sea cucumber.

16. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 16". Firstly, casts a shadow; thus, implications of a light source; thus fibrous raw, lobes of liver stringed together, particularly where neck meets body, drumming the terror-beat of a world made and unmade in ferruginous bouts of poke poke poke.

17. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 17". Whereas 15 resembled a sea cucumber, now under extreme involution (investigation) shifts to pickle. Ravenous hunger adjacent, besides lacking respect. "The rain will drop and stop," it says, "and things will go on one of these days."

18. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 18". Evidently and purposefully, at least to certain enemies. The president being an appendage of the Chrystem, just as marriage is an appendage of the church.

19. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 19". Line strikingly balanced, though deficient as bottle; clearly misshapen (giving lie to the line), recalling a substance that has decided to puddle rather than to increase the number of beads (heads) of hunger under its aegis. Circle me the passio of St. Elmo, after suffering the horrible tortures of ulcer, after bodily preaching. The intestine as the metaphor of lightning: lightning as the metaphor of the intestine.

20. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 20". Suggestive of a misshapen galaxy, or a galaxy whose side is being pulled (torn out) by a larger object, perhaps a stronger galaxy, acting as a windlass; no lines but shades. Again the charcoal church (do we not always we encounter a temple?).

21. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 21". Very large base, nonetheless at top (i.e. the top is the throne). Bottle recalls bottle, just as the throne remains the basis of our later today.

22. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 22". Upside-down, with small tear at left. This tear once tied for longest-serving and longest length, and longest held, nonetheless still diligent about its represent. What a diligent, what a luck, what an award for seventeen.

23. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 23 (detail)". So-called "detail": close up of a part whose determinations make it difficult to tear, but most likely the meeting or marriage point (dehiscense) between the body and the form of the body.

24. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 24". If the latter misshapen, then the former congruent in terms of the present political bull-I-do-battle-with. Just appendage to the left, fright and fearfully made for the horn. Phagia and Philia combined in the same merry cup: eat me my ass today --realpolitik-- vomit my tomorrow -- realpolitik.

25. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 25". Established references to 14, in the yield of its fruit. Nuances extreme, by neck behavior tripe. All men will be leveled. I love what you hate precisely because you hate it (in other words, my hatred is strategic, or merely formal; it follows nothing but a calculus), and I hate what you love to the precise extent that you love it (as well). All follows a calculus.

26. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 26". Large, sturdy, almost muscular (vaginal); again, small tear at left. This tear at left, or leftern, has brought the froth of a motif.

27. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 27". Of course the position of the gaze vindicates it; infinitesimal tear at top left, or leftern, as if the slippery harpoon would have finally grazed the whale on such an inch.

28. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 28". Cannibalism, prohibited at all other times, is allowed on the date of my life … habit among the immortals.

29. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 29". Unmistakable translucent quality. Note this first: that previously a shape could not have been perceived as a mutated S, but can now for decades set its own description on account of the Girondist triumph.

30. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 30 (magnification)". The faint gives me rise to frustration, so-called magnification despite; thus, parenthetical inaccurate commentary (the fracking fealty of the grammar). When service to the customer seeks to garner a review, the horizontal suggestion of a plane is insinuated out of which a pipe-like protrusion carves out and then shoots its own desired artillery message as with a toy cannon. I know we are at peace, but who gave you the permission for that crumb?

31. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 31 (speck)". The legs of a child are being beaten in the rugged middle of a field of Nitrophila. A child walks through the rugged middle and his legs are beaten with sticks; he bends from weakness -- the marginality of his ear canal. The Nitrophila pricks through his pants; like matches lit on glass, the sticks’ burning lingers. Instead of crying he laughs, and passes out. Henceforth he can only hear, and be wakened by slaps by, by whales and parasites by, by the mutations of his-story by.

32. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 32". Thin necrophilic neck. As important for what it shows as for what it does not.

33. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 33". Their grave wounds overnight inhaled. The strong mineral born from the crystal derision of weak mineral.

34. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 34 (Imitating asbestos speck)". Dust motes, more properly: asbestos motes; pushed down, yet up, by competing and opposite movements or forces, perhaps those of gravity and non-gravity, or wind and non-wind, glass and non-glass; strewn shards for effect.

35. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 35". Very clear and precise; steady hand, the hand of either a Saint or a Saint’s Execution; Petersburg; from the middle emerging akin to a key’s thing, a key-shaped mark that seems (and seeks) to float on pagan effort, dissociated from the rocking body. Were this head to succeed it, it would be the exact opposite of acéphale.

36. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 36 (as a drop of alcohol)". No other question can come clearly to the obscene alcohol drop about to dissipate on its obsolete surface: What kind of sick joke? At this point what kind of far, bizarre joke? My quizzical eye has told me to ask if I still belong to this bank.

37. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 37". Mishappen of the donut-shappen. Because still in effect infantile, the sounding of something digging, mere mimetic recalls -- or the call and the response that the passerby imbibes, as in the original instance of the monarch (no one sung him lullabies). We knew well what we begot, what we got for what we bought, yet are still admirari by the nihil. Got anal curvature? I mean, got any curvature I can finger my run on?

38. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 38". If a bottle indeed has legs. Certainly most argue. This ass evidence. And they are spread to capacity: all horns, peninsulas, territorial resources, insulars, all spread to rapacity, raped to capacity. Horns bent back over themselves, creating a void over what still functions (and comforts). The stadium, the disaster. Let’s huddle. The bell, the milk in powder. The bank formerly numismatic. Endeavor to forgive (verb). For a drink. Don’t worry, I still suffer of infantile elephantiasis.

39. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 39". Joyously stabbing the swan, assistant to its own vulning. Not to heraldry degree here. Its matter not honored, unfilled. Why with four nails? Modicum of holy spices swung to cover the vulgar throne of the Christ of Velasquez, that we may feast on the grape toes of the suppedaneum.

40. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 40 (interior view)". Might as well be an exterior view to which we cannot attain an interior view, just as of society cannot attain an interior view; never did I expect to see my inheritor: the fish that aims to emasculate the river lost my footing on the pencil.

41. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 41 (internal view)". Why not "interior" or "inner"? Inheritor inner. Radio waves and microwaves; the suggestion of simil sound stretching to accordion; a bottle made of accordion; it chants cow country, tourist country -- feedsteak chains; equator sounds. In all aforementioned, a misnomer.

42. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 42". Circle the abstract pelican in the middle? Perhaps another jokester.

43. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 43 (slightly crooked)". Interesting and somewhat deceitful: all crooked insofar, inasmuch. All cooked in suffering. Slightly off-center as well, which would have been a more appropriate descriptor. A keyhole through which one desires, for the tugging, either to peep or colocate (onwhich) the rope of one’s anus.

44. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 44". A balloon loose from its rope, yet undeflating; or a paddle for use in undefined sporting activity. If a bottle, then angled such that only uniformity persists, angled such that (non)orifice erogenously concealed from gaze.

45. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 45 (misshapen)." Most certain; like a wig standing up on a table; floating, and upright morally even; embryonic animal of undefined family activity; slight aberration at top left: character of struggle toward external life from internal quiescence -- perhaps indicating a tail, and this fleshy dribble signifier of exteriority struggles.

46. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 46". A pendant or medallion of rigorous totemic quality; a fault or tear discovered, effectuated at its ouroboros; this opens a chasm by which emptiness invades and smites; by what was clean is soiled; what perpendicular flat; what merely existed recalcitrant in the colony defines the entire rectum.

47. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 47". Is this what a pear or rot looks? Or a rot out of which pears go pop? The line follows the rot, like a misshapen orbital move; the line pulled by the gravity of the rot, decay and succulent demise; in this sense inverse, an allegory of political smite. Crucial detail or indifference: no object travels its monotone orbit; rather, every arterial dropped.

48. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 48". Perhaps this is the elusive key --the welcoming key-- for which so many keyholes pipe and pine; upward, desirous, purposeful movement, with hint of predation. If you wish to get rid of it, predation, just drop it on Phnom Penh.

49. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 49". Phallic transparency, as all phalluses inherit; phallus, but also password.

50. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 50 (disguised as an amoeba)". Fools no other one silly, silly, than itself; erraticness; nothing can be twice "as", meaning twice metafarse (metaphor’s plural).

51. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 51". We have almost had it defiled. Got this close. We have most certainly been having it. Attempt at Dalilian protuberance, yet unsupported columns. Self-feeding from the core of its column.

52. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 52 (misshapen)". In relation to what? What has (had) shape? Has the fête not always been this savage? (My other question is less comfortable). Does the glutton not always end up eating his childhood, sama?

53. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 53 (misshapen, again)". Yeah dama, but Cousins can increase based on factors such as inflation and the enrollee’s health, but not because of age. Please keep in mind, however, that age affects health, which may in turn lead to a cousins increase. Please note too that inflation is based on measure, on the passage of calendar time. However, cousins under no circumstances will increase based on age alone.

54. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 54 (return to origins)". Or, Interpretatio graeca: Let me know if, in order to gain access, I should start donating blood marrow, body marble; let me know if I should start donating bone arrow; raised from the nail; let it be known if I should start donating sperm blood, and the cherry bone of the sperm; let me certainly know if I should start donating the narrow that traces the path to the original sperm, and which side of the classroom to settle in for the exquisite quarter.

55. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 55". A triangle requires feeding each of its corners. Force if necessary, no matter principle. But the food cannot enter from the outside-the-structure. Rather, the food must be produced from the inside-the-structure, in its ravages, from the previous angle, the previous entity’s fruit, as part of a chain of delayed, mutual subsistence -- by no means can any of the relays produce a reform, let alone a transformation, of the inside-the-structure, a shift that would effectively entail turning the triangle into a sphere. Sitting at the table together as any typical family does each evening, conversing about the mundanities of the day, school and chores, corners pass and receive the knowledge of this food chain, by turns following the corners of the table itself, it matters not whether clock- or counterclockwise. This family (as well as its concerns and desires, both uttered and suppressed) is expressed and digested thus, until its members are ready to be surfacted from the world and refracted (entered) as shy politico-excremental dehiscence.

56. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 56". The point at which the neck stops/begins feeding itself or eating itself is marked as the opposite of a rupture: a wrinkle in the neck of the vulture.

57. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 57". The ass of the carc: the etymology of carcass. This remains true of whatever spectacle set forth your eyes by financial philology.

58. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 58 (interior distended)". Who has access, who purchase? At what point does this experiment result? It is suggested here that a joke, as a joke, but it can only be repeated as a child repeats comfort (jump up, throw up, fornicare (the care of the ants running up their fancy fault)); as made magnificent under the microscope, the pain of the radiant heat source made subjected, significant; as it would contort, veer away from pain sources, yet by itself immensely grounded in the midnight of pain. Who has access, to this purchase? This close to the serpent that wrings the life out of the callous arm that wrings the life out of the callous serpent.

59. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 59". On Onolatry: Treat it to this.

60. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 60". On the dialectic of the Sword and the Revolver, or how the more perfect instrument vanquished the less perfect instrument. Although not originally intended for or marketed toward this demographic, the manufacturers conceived of and produced a modification that proved very popular with suicides. This conversion device or adjustment was quite simple and economical: a curved metal tube that was attached to and effectively extended the barrel of the gun; the tube was bent back to such an extent that it formed an inverted C, allowing the subject to achieve a perfect degree or non plus ultra of auto-affection: the bullet passed through the tube and exited directly back at the person who fired. Some suicides put the tube/barrel inside their mouths, fired, and the bullet traveled through their esophagus and neatly (yet destructively) exited out their anus. Others reveled in the reverse (while simultaneously citing, via its overturning, the orthodox gesture), and put the tube/barrel inside their anus, fired, and the bullet traveled through their esophagus and destructively (yet neatly) exited out the top of their skull -- dare we say nearly as colorfully as a jeune fille en fleur.

61. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 61". Certainly an allusion; slightly left to the heart, or itself a heart (empty) positioned (rightly) on the leftern hemisphere. There is no lobe to speak of.

62. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 62". The council decided to make a body of the law; more explicitly, to materially situate the law within the body, to incarnate it as living flesh, such that it would be held inside each subject as by a womb or grail. This did not mean simply printing it or giving it an objective, external, and visual form, however ubiquitous. The injunction, rather, was for the law to dwell inside the human body as its very externality (much as the the body of the babe Christ dwells inside the King’s bread). It was thus decreed that each bullet inside the nation’s borders be etched with the the law’s foremost commandment, the one that founds and legitimizes all relative and derivative decrees. This way, the law would be incorporated by the individual via the baroque plis of the body. This event was retroactively named the Carnation Revolution. The gesture was so successful that all other instruments through which the state enacted its monopoly on violence were similarly inscribed with the law, including knives and injection needles, even archaic instruments like spears and bayonets. In a preterist gesture aimed at justifying our own current code, paintings of the crucifixion were carefully and expertly amended to show Longinus’ spear etched with Roman law.

63. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 63 (common denominator)". Rather, from an Hobbesian perspective, comma: denominator. The voice of Callas went away, irreparably. Our western furniture will suffer, will adjust -- is adjusting -- to the weight of smaller, even hungrier bodies.

64. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 64 (common denominator 2)". Another ruse. By which to predict. Of time and its underling, and its surrendering; in its bunker desires and series. Snapping the branch will bring the angle that slides us into common snow. The word not savage won’t succeed to adage.

65. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 65 (unraveling)". Remember, this represents your unique opportunity to sell yourself. You will not be given many chances of this kind during your professional years. Say what makes you different, unique, what you’ll bring to the table, how you’ll contribute to the organization and help it grow and compete globally. Remember, other candidates are foregrounding their skills and aptitudes with as much zeal as you. Buyers are eager to hear what makes you stand out from other applicants. Employers have a huge number of qualified and eager candidates to choose from, and if you don't highlight what makes you different, an asset, you risk getting lost in a pool of anonymous resumés. Keep in mind this is your opportunity to market yourself and be purchased by an employer that appreciates and rewards your hard work, talent, and creativity. This is your chance to put yourself in the driver’s seat, to advocate for yourself, to spearhead your career and decide how much you are worth. Avoid selling yourself: for less than you deserve. Don’t service your life! The world doesn’t present many opportunities of this kind; remember that. Treat this as your kairological moment. Don’t let the braid slip!

66. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 66". The heron succeeds at the faintest signs of life. Because the dictionary did not make it so. Me and my girlfriend, on the other hand, me and morphine, me and my girlfriend in my girlfriend’s bunker: Iunctus, proclaiming being the happiest in the world, announcing the serious things of peace, oh oh Iunctus, the caress of nothing gives me insults, but I cannot resist the world, for the things of life give me peace; Iunctus, we defy and nickname the insults, for it is glory and harmony to be just us, felling the walls of truth. Iunctus, Iunctus, Iunctus.

67. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 67". Unable as he was to express the vulgarity of the general, the acolyte proceeded to highlight the particular situation’s vulgarity to its intransigent limit, any and every particular situation, whether alone or in the company of others: to lace action with profanity, unable as he was to express, via the meek power of words, both written and spoken, the exemplary and crushing vulgarity of the whole. Thus, he moved from expression to enactment, from the opaqueness of theory to the transparency of practice. What this entailed on an everyday basis was: instead of "vomit" he would vomit; instead of "kill" he would kill; instead of "wound" he would wound; and so on, without excluding the basest and most vile "vulgarities" or “obscenities” lodged inside the human bosom. Through this overturning of categories (performance that became theoretical, and vice versa), he came to realize that the vulgarity of particular situations (their unique, non-iterable, abject signature; indeed, their sacramental trait) failed to express the vulgarity of the whole, but in fact, and paradoxically, vitiated it. Thus, he proceeded to convey it -- what he now called “vulgate subsistence” -- via the abstract, unparalleled, and purportedly-divinely-conferred capacities of language, both written and spoken. A body can sing a song, but only language can sing the dejected chorus of the body.

68. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 68". “Ubu Roi”, by whose etymology a claim can be made to the Kingdom of Alba. From the Spanish hubiera, more properly hubiese, relative or related to ubicar, itself derived from the Latin ubicare, or the care of the place, omnipresence, the universality and root of place, itself immutable and unconferred, while, contented, the rerum graze, on its extension appointedly cared for. The would have been of the king, or the regal conditional: let’s place ourselves, let’s get situated under the sobriety of its conferral. For example, “If the house would have to be situated, it would have to be in Scotland. I know you are roiled by this. But no other place on which to raise the child, he who to the house would have a claim.”

69. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 69 (detail)". Jocular or jocund? Appearing to give a number for which there would be no count. He too is a member of the household, I say, as much an eccentric member! But it could be on us. With his puns and jokes docilely, he does prepare our necks nicely.

70. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 70 (detail)". An emergence in or of the lymphatic system. Being poor in detail (alternately, details rich in poverty): this is up to us, faithful interrogators of interpretation and speculation (the child or adult holding the rein), fantasizing about the one sin with which it will seek to become our sun.

71. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 71". "I need to lose weight, so I will cut down the calculations": but the swamp is not dead. You hear its oink? The ink is not dead. The collected plays rise over it like a sun; marsupials erotically managed, bottles collectively filled with agent gas, paused to assert their seniority over a desert that used to be swamp. Having calculatingly transitioned from the animal to the ascetic, free to meet in merit. What was ever their moral goal?

72. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 72 (detail)". Erotism of the symbol: Striation of the symbol. Dream of my dreams, Isabelle: you do not belong here.

73. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 73 (incomplete)". In the land of speculation, the one-eyed-man is King. Though concealed, the incompleteness was inscribed in the origin that gave us gaze. Note this is not the land of the Blind, but that of speculation; nor the land on the way to speculation, but before it, that is to say, before the spectacle shatters in eclecta. Being the president incomplete, to the extent that his incompleteness -- a poacher defecating into a rhinoceros horn -- musters a minute force from which… returning its own music to society, raised from the nail.

74. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 74". If I am to follow my desire then I will die by desire: precisely the unutterable in this figure, and what haunts its underside, the negative force of which propels it so weakly from beneath the ground that it enrolls itself, wheeling like a blind extremity. The segment has shifted its entire energy into becoming the orgy of a rotor. The time when the interrupted line that tunnels slightly beneath the surface of an erect bulb, inching its way underground, finds a worm sheltering from winter winds or stethoscopic robins.

75. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 75". One would have to write a treatise on the side, on the besides, on what lingers besides and coils; the point, with the puns (and guns) it slides and shifts; and on the space that next to the line and the point repose, engulfing the airplane. Capable of tilting the world, bending the world, a young bough bent by snow, in Spring a stolon, by mud defecated. On repose curiously granted to this branch by its being forced to the ground, and the relief afforded it -- the relief force finally affords -- by virtue simply of our weather overturning, of our next miracle cycle.

76. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 76 (detail)". What in the name, and what is the name? But if by fame we can reach the handicap core, then these famous to give, these vivacious lines hold no so on and so forth by which to recognize justice. You say maybe not its volume, but yes its legare torpor, as pork broth surrounding ramen. I don't know what will become, but I know, I get it: between the line that yawns on the left and the line that yawns on the right as if to produce out of thin air the open, cavernous jaws of a circus: the lion is clown and the elephant is clown, the bear is clown and the audience with them is clown. Another line for me to embrace, to handle, to be the guy.

77. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 77". I can’t eat more than you; but I will eat more than I. Translated: this will be the sign of my social part -- deep, unyield pastiche of pastiche, or pastiche of shame.

78. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 78 (detail)". As the sun rises on the horizon, does the Earth set or rise on the sun’s horizon? Or is it a mere speck of dust carried by no wind towards no infinite abode? And would there be a horizon in which we would no longer be a world (and thus in the world, richly or poorly), but rather a Sun? A horizon that would return the Earth to its pre-heliotropic ignorance, joyful amidst the uncalculated milk of involuted stars.

79. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 79". Inviting me to incite me to dance, imbibe, across the sky the emergency of freedom carried through labyrinths by cavalcades. Much desired is your name Desiree.

80. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 80". We looked at the manger and we looked at the danger in the manger. He a smart guy, but he no Arson. He Aaron! Everybody for it initially, but we can’t afford! Though we all on board; that is, it triggers what I don't know, what’s not on my map! Let’s remember November, its acquisition through the one company we had in Jersey. Let’s keep having that company. Even if a little invasion of inflation doesn’t give us the budget, we won’t budge! We have ran the situation for days, and we have buyers lined up. Let’s keep them on the tracks of buying. We don’t sell it, you sell it, and if by the hour you don't sell it, then we sell it. If by the end of that other hour, then we return it to the mix. There’s a lot of slack out there, a lot of slack.

81. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 81 (nothing real)". When the line reaches a point in which it cannot be held back, nor pull itself back to the point from which it started, whose abject birth is announced, then that is the point in which that very line affronts and arsons the house from which it sprang forth, the radial precipice, and at the cusp of becoming a story, however bacterial or germinal, a narrative in most elementary form. Is this then the house that can be torn? Do we, is what you’re saying, create the permission? Or how can I know it was not created for me, such that I never take it?

82. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 82 (oh)". Sometimes the slightest variation in color can imply the greatest variation in the quantity of images fed, a variation either positively or negatively reflected in the countenance of the woken individual. I sleep in order to stay in, and committed to, the workforce: this produces a variation in color (again, either positive or negative). I apply perfume in the morning: another variation in hue; I tend to the herbs in the window box: yet another shift; and so on: somatic fluctuations of the chromos. When these alterations in turn alter the psychic structure of an individual from black to white, or vice versa, this means nothing less than an alternation of the chromosome, also known as the "color of the body," and that the skull of that individual, upon excavation under- or above-ground over hundreds of years, will be picked up by the pinky finger of a higher or lower race of human who will gaze at it as if possessing the rare entirety of time -- much as a detective creates a crime analogous when lifting the gun with a pencil.

83. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 83". To attain the desired result, (it was determined), that to attain the desired result: the extreme and opposite position, or topo-sition. Which opposition would protest and oppose on principle sing- and simply (in effect, the toposition henceforth adopted the quiet flourish of algae on lukewarm lake water: beyond ethics, but before, which is to say fully swimming in, strategy). Thus, to universalize abortion: "The government to subsidize pregnancy to parturition". This frightened and elicited an impulse and instinction to reaction. "Increase police funding" destroyed the police because of government; "Every citizen a weapon" destroyed the weapon because of government; little patriots in school destroyed the congruent national anthem; and so on. The strategy was judged exclusively on the merits of efficiency and efficacy.

84. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 84". The following is the warning provided to the residents of Hiroshima and Kokura (the original intended target, Nagasaki being secondary) on the eve of the atomic bomb drops in each of those cities (again, the second bomb was dropped on Nagasaki only because of inclement weather). The warnings were issued via radio broadcast and printed pamphlets dropped from airplanes. While the notice successfully reached Hiroshima’s residents, sadly, the inhabitants of Nagasaki did not receive advanced warning.

    URGENT WARNING: SAFETY IS YOUR PRIORITY

    To the citizens of this city,

    We write to you today with a message of utmost urgency and concern for your safety and well-being. It is with a heavy heart and conscience that we announce the imminent drop of an atomic bomb on your city. Your lives and the lives of your loved ones are in grave danger, and it is of paramount importance that you heed this warning and take immediate action to seek shelter.

    SPECIFIED BOMB DROP DATE: 6 August [8 August] of the current year.

    We implore you to seek lower-ground shelter before the above-specified date prior to the anticipated arrival of the bomb. This announcement is a courtesy issued by the United States Army to prioritize your safety and give you the opportunity to relocate to safer areas underground.

    THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF NOT SHELTERING IN PLACE UNDERGROUND:

    Staying in your homes or remaining outdoors during this impending disaster could result in severe consequences, including but not limited to:

    Loss of Life: Atomic bombs can cause massive, unpredictable and heretofore unseen destruction, leading to tremendous loss of life and serious injuries.

    Property Damage: Your homes and properties are at risk of being destroyed or irreversibly damaged by the powerful forces of the bomb.

    Inaccessibility: Emergency services and assistance may be unable to reach you in a timely manner due to the devastation caused by the bomb, placing you in further danger.

    Isolation and Lack of Resources: Remaining in the affected area may lead to isolation from essential resources such as food, clean water, and medical supplies. Roads and infrastructure may be severely damaged, making it difficult for aid and supplies to reach you. 

    Psychological Trauma: The trauma and emotional distress resulting from experiencing and witnessing the destruction and aftermath of a bomb can have lasting effects on mental health. Sheltering in a safer area can minimize exposure to traumatic events and support mental well-being during a distressing time.

    Health Risks and Disease Outbreaks: Groundwater and food sources may be contaminated with radioactive pollutants, chemicals, and biological agents, posing significant health risks. Exposure to such contaminated sources can lead to various illnesses and diseases. 

    UNCERTAINTY REGARDING RETURN:

    We regret to inform you that we are uncertain about when it will be safe for you to emerge out of shelter and return to your homes. The aftermath of an atomic bomb involves intricate assessments of structural safety, radioactive cleanup operations, and long-term comprehensive rehabilitation of the affected areas. We understand the inconvenience this causes and hope --though this remains beyond our control-- that your local authorities work tirelessly to restore normalcy and provide updates as soon as possible.

    OUR APOLOGIES:

    We understand that this event disrupts your daily lives and routines. We extend our sincerest apologies for the inconvenience caused, but understand that neither conventional military engagement nor diplomatic solutions can seemingly bring the current global conflict to an end. We ask for your cooperation and understanding during this challenging time for all belligerents and civilians.

    In conclusion, we urge you to take this warning seriously and seek shelter as soon as possible. Do not delay; your very lives and the lives of those you hold dear are at stake. Stay tuned post-detonation to local news and official updates for further information and guidance.

    We wish you safety and strength during this challenging period.

    Sincerely,

    The United States Army, in representation of the Citizens of the United States

85. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 85". In our present volumes. But Harry, wasn’t he -- Harry -- the one meant to drink the one designed to prevent it from being drunk? Thus the one to drink for us all, our whole stead. Instead: Let me turn for you into a bolita; I can then show you my colita; you know I am bonita.

86. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 86". The system in which I assign myself a job that I then impishly administer, but manage in a way I neither decided upon nor planned; imposed, rather: at once manager and managee, supervisor and supervisee; in short, master and slave (both equally and irrevocably unfree inside a structure that has become a house, my familiar home; again, created elsewhere and by someone else), the same system that permits me to display the absence at the heart of each waking activity I engage in in a kind of informational billboard, and to pass this absence on to the chain of human beings ahead of me in very much the same way that a baton is passed in a relay race (a chain where we are not physically bound to, or tactilely in relation with, the person before or after us, yet nonetheless bound -- and thus perhaps strangely committed -- by an invisible force resembling either repulsion or ravaging hunger). As much as the rules of this race may abhor or confound me, were I to step outside the law whose lines are painted under and ahead of me, traveling and moving in step with me, guiding my every gesture at a speed determined by my own muscles, I would break into the opposite of a blossom. I am sorry to say.

87. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 88". When Darwin tells me that, as I "reflect on this struggle", I should simultaneously "console [myself] with the full belief, that the war of nature is not incessant, that no fear is felt, that death is generally prompt, and that the vigorous, the healthy, and the happy survive and multiply", while at the same time being given a table upon which sit (or rather eerily float) a skull, a knife, and an ashtray, a table that itself seems to float on top of a blueness whose hue evokes the very opposite of sea or water, it is at this moment that I am being asked --indeed, required-- to remember that this struggle --in relation, again, to which a "full belief" is posited, convoked or summoned-- is not the struggle of the human being towards its proper geometrical growth ratio (a combat that itself would elicit full disbelief, to misuse Darwin’s very words), but that of a life whose savage edges (its marginalia), myself having become a beast, I can only dance upon with a snickering resentment.

88. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself". Morbus sacer or moebus strip; we know this much for a fact. A rebellion is simply wanted -- one that would swiftly bouleversé us to the contrarian order.

89. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 89, (misshapen)". A missing "S" in “landfill”, indicating that either end (or beginning) has ceased to perform its function: the function of the assisting (impulsive and propulsive) letter -- like a sail caught in violent wind; or perhaps not altogether ceased, but rather interrupted or suspended, for reasons internal or external to the inherent capacities of the doctrine, the correct operation of the function of the assigned letter. If the proper behavior of either beginning or end has ceased to provide a reference point or anchor, then we witness (and, chillingly, it in turn experiences) a deprivation of time and superfluity of repose perhaps at best approached by the still standing of the still landing.

90. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 90, (common denominator)". The only plausible reason why the lumpen does not die in the performance of a senseless feat or idiotic maneuver is because, on the other side of the plane of action (itself buttressed by the academic void of sponsored inaction), an expert subject performs a series of pre- and post-experiment maneuvers that have spared the lumpen’s life in advance, all the while gaining valuable insight about human contrition. Thus, the initial research undertaken by Hunt and Otis on rats is to be reasonably extended to human objects: instead of exposure to a bright intermittent light after which the feet receive an electric shock that provokes involuntary defecation, they are to be exposed to the sun itself (having previously dwelled in a bunker). Thus, once the conditioning period is over, the mere presence of the sun, what for most humans is nothing but an average and pleasant sunny day, will trigger the predicted harrowing fear that will drench the object’s trousers.

91. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 91, (common denominator)". Not the way in which the rabbit sits in the fox’s stomach, like a solar system sits inside a constellation, revolving in a habit both subordinate and superior to its host and specific to the eroticism of massive quantities of dust and gas, white cells and bacterial cells; not this type of expanse and contraction into cosmic nutrition, but rather the elon-gation (and absolute vulgarity) of chewing gum spanning the length of the globe, such as the earth would appear if it were to observe itself by the sense (were it to possess it) of touch, by the sense (and scene) of touch; in a similar vein, the only art that puberty can generate at this innocent stage of human life: the adolescent digging his finger in his anus.

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93. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 93". Like the Merzbau; infolded canvas swallowed up in content, owned representation, still present but in the innermost, inaccessible, both to the body and the eye. But the Merzbau is a grotto, a cathedral, and therefore a celebration of life; the Kleinbau is the defecation on life nourished, at its genesis point, by life. Differently (presently) put: the grotto is a constellation, the bottle a black hole; each obeys perfectly its natural design and purpose (the erotic channeled into community by the one, masturbation by the other).

94. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 94, (cozy)". We would have to ask, thus, whether this bottle does not in fact embody or enact, in its incessantly gleeful operation and self-devouring movement, the "point in the mind" at which contradictions cease to exist, as famously declared in the Second Manifesto to be the very aim of surrealism; the point, that is, in which contradictions "cease to be perceived contradictorily".

95. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 95". In 1969, Otmar Bauer eats and eats it. But the mind also "eats." Its nutritional value reduced to a fraction, the mind eats what it previously ate. At one point it had a life, but now it is bone. There used to be dogs, but there is no dog now in the living room of the bone.

96. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 96, (detail)". A conspiracy produces morsels. These are the morsels of the fragments of a conspiracy, which produce real (though at their base fictitious) effects: perhaps it is not only martial law, beyond what he had said, that our conception of time is the only reason we name it this: Final Judgment. Perhaps it is not martial law, but if indeed a judgment, an Eternal Judgment -- one ferociously subducted into its own mantle, pulling us down like logs in a maelstrom.

97. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 97, (striving for common denomination)". First it must be unconsciously read as "starving"; for it must make sense. Those resources that have already been extracted and redistributed include: the fish in the bucket, the rabbit in the locket, the tone of the emergency, the slowness of water, the heat inside the stadium, the nomine Sadisti, the appetite inside the stomach, the manager’s visor, and other symptoms down-dragging our quite optimistic outlook.

98. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 98, (that’s mental)". In my own attorney an impossible trial; in my own surgeon an impossible surgery; in my own engineer an impossible engine; in my own actor an impossible play; in my own beam an impossible structure; in my own logic an impossible theory; in my own tool an impossible cog. I botch every job. In my own opinion.

99. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 99, (impossible moment)". I submit to your consideration that notwithstanding the fact that his skull, in all respects and for all intents and purposes, is similar to that of a Father of the Church: "The simplest Surrealist act consists of standing in the middle of an avenue, pistol in hand, and shoot blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd, and get away with it".

100. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 100, (detail)". As if, to determine its real age, we were to invite the otolith removed from a fish’s gill to itself remove the otolith of its captor, and thereby share the miniscule fame in which it is now perpetually damned to swim to senescence, as inside a gelatin or formaldehyde mold, in the antipodes of information.

101. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 101, (Emanuel)". In those times, the entire world became Rome, such that, inevitably, the empire began to turn into its own colony: colonies emerging like tents inside Rome itself, then tents inside tents themselves: pet tents, mouse tents, food tents, phone tents, colored tents, and of course tents for the limbs, and the motes of dust. In a desperate gesture, bodies were planted in the outskirts as living trees, but these unexpectedly sprouted inside the frame of civilization itself, threatening the Gestell. Nobody could have foreseen this, and thus nobody could have prevented it. Because it couldn’t have been predicted, preparations couldn’t have been made, and thus it can no longer be fixed; neither is anybody guilty, attributable, and thus punishable. The collapse of the empire had no cause or agent; this also meant that it had no end, by which we discovered no goal. Its naming having been Rome, it was no longer Rome. Entirely mundane, our disappearance was judged as thoroughly unlike the flaubertian fall of Carthage.

102. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 102, (detail and cross-section)". When your teeth themselves --molars, canines, cuspids-- turn into saliva drops that rain down on the eternally humid fen of your tongue, such that each drop, as it drops, pulls the drop behind by (virtue or magic of) the very force that electrically binds dank molecules together (were you to become manacled by the hook of a finger in your anus would be an instance), magnifying its hunger and attraction. I used to be able to see through the walls of my house, and to have my menstrual cycle inside, to have my choice of it. Now I must step outside for the cycles to begin. Though I still have the liberty of ending it all inside.

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104. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 104, (in perfect order)". "The spectacle is essentially tautological, for the simple reason that its means and its ends are identical. It is the sun that never sets on the empire of modern passivity. It covers the entire globe, basking in the perpetual warmth of its own glory" (Debord).

105. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 105, (up straight)". Either Occupation or Resistance: To distinguish themselves from the oppressors, the liberators etched their weapons and objects (guns, swords, bombs, insignias, flags, and so on) with an M, which everyone agreed was the exact opposite of the oppressor’s W. But once the curtains were raised, and both city and country were ravaged by the effects of protracted warfare, it was impossible to tell the symbols apart. An oppressor’s overturned tank was seen as a vehicle of liberation; a knife was both an instrument of bondage and freedom as it flew in frenzied circles to its target; shot by comrades: a liberation soldier who held his weapon at a strange angle. Tweaks to the symbols were proposed and made -- typeface, weight, slope -- but confusion persisted, sowing chaos both among belligerents and civilians, and triggering bizarre cacophonies and contradictions, despite which the conflict unfolded to its inevitable end. When hostilities ceased and peace returned, the people rejoiced and gave their full support to the new regime under whose sign their lives unfolded.

106. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 106". Straightforward, centipedal: if only one could defecate into the mouth, if only one could form an infinite line that loops every which way, like a conga line or roller coaster track, that slithers and convulses in wet spasms of mouth:anus:mouth:anus:mouth:anus, and evacuate into the cloacal mouth of the other while simultaneously receiving the ephemeral gifts … oh wait, this has already been done.

107. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 107, (striving)". In order to successfully emasculate myself, I would have to baller scoop out of my body, from any of its fabliau parts whatsoever, two watermelon testicles.

108. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 108, (striations). You are registered to vote. Very well, let me vote for the opposition: You are registered to vote: Well then, let me vote for the other position: You are registered to vote: Fine then, let me vote for the other vision: You are registered to vote: Sure then, let me vote for the revision: You are registered to vote: good then, let me vote for the -- okay then, let me vote for the television, no longer glowing. You are registered to vote: Okay, then, let me vote for the terror vision: You are registered to vote. Nice. You are registered to vote. Thanks. You are registered to vote. Oh. You are registered to vote.

109. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 109". Arrested hinself, put the handcuffs, hinself in the patrol car, drove hinself, booked hinself; if necessity, beat hinself with baton --easy as peas-- if violent behaved, in wanton manner (included sticker with user instructions); he done surgery on hinself unless this brain or eye surgery (cannot operate operator or facultative organ); when traveling, when vacay, authorized hinself to enter foreign country, reenter native country (immigration officer in situ; opposite sense ad litem sense in contemporaneity, though etymologically sense-same-sense); gave classes: own department, own faculty, own adjuncted or tenured self, conferred proud achieved ‘ploma; not to mention own dentist -- auto-extraction of molar of madness at no cost to me; all vaccines injected, all suppositories stuck anus-up; on entering taxi, drove home hinself off the cliff.

110. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 110". Most notably for the Khmer Rouge Butterfly, whose native range is the northeastern United States, the extirpation of this plant species has proven horrifically consequential. Its numbers have been decimated, too, by the introduction of invasive plant species, which outcompete the native plants that play host to the Khmer Rouge Butterfly’s caterpillars. Although nearly identical to the native one, and in fact belonging to the same genus, the invasive plant is entirely inhospitable to the butterfly’s larva, but not to its eggs. Unaware of this, the butterfly lays its eggs on the leaves; once hatched, the larvae cannot consume the leaves, which leads the whole population to starve.

111. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 111, (tired)". They have a surface and I understand it. I understand every one of their surfaces now, perhaps even every surface (not just theirs, but the aims of the fires set). When everything here is looked at, here everything studied, it all has to have an understanding; as it does today. Because it is privatized, yet somehow no longer part of my visiting bloodline (were I to end up in the hospital), it has to have an understanding.

112. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 112, (detail of defecation)". The realization that the object or focus of one’s hatred is the generality, image- and silence-inchoate, rather than the dust mote itself. In other words, having witnessed the development of a less geometric manner toward a more informe style of misanthropy.

113. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 113". What I saw was a swan (perhaps a goose), curling its neck to its tail, and the edges of the sky around it began to crumble and yellow like newspaper, such that it appeared to be trapped on the surface of paper (the sky become yellow paper), for which it had become the front page of the news, the enlarged image of sensational and shattering views. And the yellowing paper frame that circled it began to crumple, as if crushed by an invisible hand, browning, its borders soon the color of bark; and the dying paper was reaching the space of the swan, and became at this point the only frame the swan or goose knew; and it dared to swim thorough- and delightfully through its past, but not beyond its charred future.

114. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 114". We can only ever be penetrated; and penetrated, could we then understand the work within the blossoming of the clematis? This understanding, however, will always be human, unable as we are to break across the rigorous threshold of the abode of the clematis -- this eludes me. In other words, the icon is also an idol, turned over its coin, just as when the eucharist was spat out at the beginning: it remained an idol, continuing to demand least honor (tîmê), least prostration (proskynesis), but, on the other hand, most adoration (latreia). In other words, its schema was switched entirely from before it was eaten.

115. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 115, (portioned)". According to Tacitus, Christians exhibited odium generis humani. This can turn out to be a rare form of respite.

116. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 116, (portioned)". What is it that the disciples felt when asked to become an incorporation, and thus to forsake the unfinished suffering of the community they had forged in favor of the bosom (shoal) of consolation, to fill the black mouth of the eternally missing with the heavy cement of a church? In time, consolation itself turned into generalized, amorphous desolation. When he was invited, the athlete could only see himself on the pedestal biting the fecal metal: “In Republic of Christ, I was Athlete.”

117. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 117". The lobe, the agate, the furious lion, passively repair their ensemble. We know that for God all things are easy when they are resembled. May, united be, the frogs through the Gospels assembled. In such accord, Satan, stoned, will tremble. Foedere perfecto, this will also be the shape of things when the fucking is perfect.

118. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 118". But here is an image that does not fail to circumscribe, to gobble up. But this is an idol from which I expect a service, a rendition, and thus will destroy as soon as it fails to produce the rerun.

119. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 119". Were I to find the glow of sacrifice. Were we to found our society, your Honor, on the impasto of its glow; crudité, but it turns out to be the cruelty of pictures of a man falling on his sword. Heracles just going by completely, no possible paragon. The frenzy with which you pick yourself up from the place is your frenzy; as is the frenzy with which you place; the frenzy with which you tie your burdens is always your frenzy, as is the wood that burns; the ravaged shavings, the speeds, quantities, the mute pine and its mute bark, chiseled behind; small tripes of fish; alumni; the number on the unleavened bush. We didn’t know the fish yawned through their necks, founding their school by long breaths. As the burn of winter wheat, and its sequels, as the royal’s gummy scarf, we will have to knife it; that until sunset; long fruits on the curtain, eggplants in the fridge. When you circle the circles with chalk you lock them in squares, much as the others that said they were squares. Like ingots picked up by children, placed on the senator’s step. All inside, the peach is seed; introduce the scalpel, boil the earth. As in all repositories, there abound women inside, and demanding men, their teeth filed by centuries of confection. Deserters in peaces, one by one masked as donkeys, tiptoeing around their noise. I came at the crossing of the legs to cross my arms; I came at the cutting of the veins to cut the silver lobe; I came to the felling of pines to eat its resin in teas, gelatin, gum cubes, chocolaty statuettes, mascarpone. Such white a sun on the white branch? The staked, the vaulted. Like years that return. Like a year whose name was George, who should not return. What’s under the nail, what war? Such a purple question; such a diverse column: so quarterly, so biannually. Such celestial kitchen facing east. Bread, bread celestial, archpriest. Glory essential. All of a sudden, such poise and involvement in our flour. Such fiction and non-fiction, this present year, such writing tributes, such chronicled adolescence: detente! This year made itself present, in the East it did and has at last. Who can tell me if what I love placed itself as the cause of his infarction? Who dis-eggs in the hallways? Who pushes hard eggs in the hallways? Who says peaces that are wars? Who pursues thirst by vinegar? I strip naked the eagle, sell it without price. Persons protest. A year that needs me to be born. Wheeze, unlearn. Flay the species remaining. The warm air of the ovens. Streets on streets. A red ant inside a school of napkins. A bank in each wrist. Children replacing batteries, frontheaded. And a curtain that unveils the poignant tools, the hammer to hammer tires, to hammer the hare’s foot that will have to fit. Two hours don't sum up to hours remaining. A man makes a decision in the hallway. Wild wolves won’t break through the gate. The resonance of the grassland on which they played, the rubicund damage that seeks no hate. The king rides opaque mares, by nature isolated from nature, self-referent, like rattle inside rattle, shell inside shell, strong minerals birthed by weak minerals. Sometimes the answer will be not an I will believe you, or sometimes the answer will be yes, and I will not believe you.

120. "Mr. The President as a Klein Bottle Infinitely Eating and Defecating Itself, 120". A real brass fuck it, the offender. No: An Anal Bloom.