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Why do you see the mote in your librarian’s eye, yet fail to see the log in your own eye? Verily I say unto you: login your own eye. Access the way you are seeing by becoming yourself. There will be an accounting and there will be uncommon information and there will probably be copyright unrestricted pictures of snakes, as real as tv.

I have seen your second life.

And what of your free accounts, wherefore your anti-social networks? Understand that your buddy list is on fire — a fire that cleanses, that sets your buddies free, that sings as it singes.

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We’re on a blind date, skipping school –
To Canada, to Mexico, to Florida on a plane.
Lost on the opposite side of the country, then back to Washington, DC.

This is the hour when swimming in the ocean
becomes the same thing as crying yourself to sleep.
We play cops and robbers like we’re colored with crayons and recently

seen riding tortoises at the National Zoo. Do I sing karaoke
enough? I Pay for my meals and gas with coins only. From now on I wear a mask
to work. You do something you told yourself you wouldn’t.

The prank phone calls I made twenty years ago are being returned.
Go ahead and laugh until some kind of beverage comes out of your nose.
Now we’re in Buffalo — close your eyes and catch a snowflake on your tongue.

The End. On to the final dance in the rain,
the final letter to Santa Claus and the last kisses under the mistletoe.
No more time to learn how to scuba dive, ice skate, find the right nickname.

No more movies, bubbles or colored lights.
The sun will rise again, but not for someone I care about
whose favorite drink I can’t remember nor mother’s maiden name.

How much do you love your job? What is the meaning of this body piercing?
Where did your furniture come from and where is your favorite
vacation spot? I want to understand you. Ever been to Africa?

Ever eaten a cookie for dinner?
My favorite salad, favorite number, favorite pie, favorite movie
written on a torn corner of a page of the Book of Common Prayer, folded 17 times.

I realize that I’ve been in traffic accidents.
I realize that I left something under my chair when I was eight years old.
I remember learning how to take a shower. I remember body wash.

Hurry! Your favorite toothpaste may be on sale
before the baby is born.
What should we do to relax?

I know you can’t see
even one minute into the future
but in ten years we will be happy.

Put my lemon in your freezer. Lemon
always wins. Your freezer is serious.
A serious place. Have you ever been
to a frozen place with more delicious

stuff? No you haven’t. Who can say what’s won,
what’s lost when we find the truth and stop? Plus
frozen lemons and also mama’s gun
next to the iced vodka, peas, nutritious

breasts of chicken (two) and frozen french fries,
chocolate kisses. A serious place.
And delicious. As I was saying: Know

your freezer. Know its possibilities
and ice cold truths even as we now face
other ways and close our eyes tight and go.

Learn more about Italian Sonnets:
Poets.org
Wikipedia
Sonnets.org - selected translations of Petrach

HEAT.
Head titled to the left, eyes closed, lips slightly apart.
Arms forward, elbows bent upwards, hands raised, palms facing inwards, fingers fanned out.
Hips cocked right, legs shoulders’ width apart, toes pointing upwards.

FRESHNESS.
Head titling slightly left, chin down, eyes closed, lips curled back, teeth slightly apart.
Arms across chest, fingers straight, chest out.
Hips square, left leg one step forward, right leg back balancing on right toes.

HOVERING.
Head tilting slightly back, eyes open gazing upwards, eyebrows raised, mouth in the shape of an O.
Arms straight and raised upwards at a 45 degree angle, palms facing upwards.
Hips forward, knees slightly bent, toes pointing inwards.

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beautiful werewolf kisses, originally uploaded by February 28.

You have werewolf money in your werewolf pants.

Wear your silver shoes tomorrow.

The best friend
you ever had has been up for seventeen days straight.
Cold pepper and lemongrass tea is not helping.
If you don’t run faster she will make a mistake.
All the way to the end of Honey Lane,
eyes stinging, turning up towards the cold sky
milky clouds full moon draped over.

Are you vertical? Make believe
stitch your fingertips together.
This door is afraid I will open it
and make a mistake
with my words.

Soaking my toes in warm milk
isn’t helping. Hold my eyes closed
with a wet washcloth.

Make believe stitch your fingertips together.

Tomorrow
morning you will turn into a full-blooded
librarian with werewolf lips. The best friend
you ever had has marbles in her pillowcase
and frozen dreams behind her bloodshot eyes.

Learn more about werewolves:
A Lycanthropy Reader: Werewolves in Western Culture
Lycanthropy: Werewolves & wolf-men
Werewolf in Wikipedia

Vix, Melinor. Authority Control. HarprCollns. Apr. 2048. c.369p. ISBN 481-5-16234-222-8. $74.95. SF
Can a outlaw pair of librarians travel back in time to prevent the sentient robot library overlord MARC from disambiguating and “weeding” the memories, personalities and dreams of “all possible users” with lethal pulse-frequency authority control? In an age when people are born into social networks and intelligent software “recommend” their entire lives, massive multi-player immersive 3D books check out users, holding them virtual hostages for weeks — or sometimes years. As a now-outlawed librarian, Annika Forrest is checked into Robinson Crusoe –likely never to be “returned”– while simultaneously facing the reality that she helped implement the very system that now imprisons her. Help arrives in the unlikely form of a goat (actually another librarian, Daniel Foede, who is hacking the book). Annika and Daniel make a startling discovery that allows them to travel back in time but they must elude MARC’s pernicious spybots as well as the formidable hazards of the book itself. Vix is a master at staking the territory between reality and unreality and revealing the inner worlds of her characters—talents she honed in her previous novel Welcome to the Second Hand Church of the Fourth Dimensional Retribution. If Vix dwells too much on Annika’s apologies for empowering MARC, she makes up for it with a thrilling if dizzying ending. Highly recommended.

The librarians w/teeth came today, stepping out of the fog into the cold light of the reading room. Showing their teeth, tasting the air w/their tongues — their subscription to the most terrible feeds is confirmed. The feeds that must never be named. Please, do not ever ask me about those feeds, nor speak of them again. And the librarians w/teeth were clear-eyed and wrapped in plastic (to keep the squirrels out, the moisture in) and these librarians were very beautiful and terrible, too. And everything they touched turned into information.