MOM RADIO HERE BOTH CEREMONIOUSLY AND NOT SERVING THE HALL/ELL/e/MARK DYS-HOLIDAY WITH A LIVE TRANSMISSION FROM F******, IN WHICH SHE PERFORMS DIRECT-TO-DRIVE INCANTATION OF TERMINAL-CAPITAL PROSPERITY WOMANESSENCE AND BABY-MANCHILD ARTISANAL PATRIARCHAL CRISIS SHUTDOWN! WE ARE SO VERY BLESSED AND CHARMED, THE TRANSMISSION COMES CODED WITH A SUB-VIRAL MURMUR THAT BENDS PARADIGM DAD’S PURVIEW SO WAY BEYOND HIS FLAT EARTH BABEL, INCLUDED:
There are scattered index cards on the hotel carpet, out of order: Evolution, History, Supply chain, Generations, Ladders vs. trees, Government body, Ultimate body, Dad, Arrogant hindsight, "Product".
Walter Cronkite is sharing a pastry with Walt Disney.
Here is a list of talking points next to the podium reading: "Our" world, "The Working World", "Mother", Calling it, Seeing it from the outside, Gaia is not the globe, Gaia is not a goddess, A white woman is an expert phonetic of an alleged ancient language.
Fade to pink; my breasts tight against a shirt reading “Why haven't we seen a photograph of the whole earth yet?”
Cronkite is asserting himself far back in the past. He teaches an ape to walk upright and hold a tool. “Take it from me,” he says.
He wants us to know he delivered the News that our bodies are made of. We are in the delivery room, and evolution is Finished.
There’s a man a block away who gets that I am about to put my finger in my mouth and appears on the other side of the glass. “Stay with the trouble.”
Ancestors are witness,
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