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The Khabs is in the Haiku, not the Haiku in the Khabs.

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Sleepwalking on the job and other perils of the mind-body dichotomy

Dry eyes take in the codes and the fingers respond. Coffee burns down the esophagus, slight taste of metal lingers on the tongue. Rose before dawn. Beat the clock to consciousness. Restless on the pillow and anxious to meet the day for reasons my body did not make clear to my brain. Ah wait heres the memo posted to the back of the cerebral cortex.
Oi! Brain,
You've had me bottled up this whole entire weekend. It's great that yer gettin' your research & writtin' done, but I need to dance. I need to see the sun, stretch out the old legs and have a go with these muscles. Look it's like this mate, I need to be doing things when i'm up. I also need to be doing something in our bed besides sleeping as well, if you know what I mean-?. So i'm gonna turn over a new leaf, first thing tomorrow morning. I'm gonna get us up nice & early for some calisthenics. It'll do you some good as well, a little Oxygen pumping to that noggin of yers. Get us into work early while we're at it huh? In early, out early. Give you some time to do all that silly book readin' yer always goin' on about.
Trust me. You'll thank me for it later.
Your pal
The Body
What a complete Bastard!
So in for a penny in for a pound of flesh. I did some sit ups and curls in front of the NEWS. Too tired to follow the thread of narrative. A.D.D. it up! Everything seems jumbled: An angry mob in Tikrit wait outside a fortified sports arena, chanting simoultaneously for the blood & exoneration of Michael Jackson. Missing teenagers segue into earthquakes & roadside bombs. Strange death magick in the sand. Our American Adonis Brad Pitt is dismembered into 33 pieces, Angelina Jolie travels down into hell to retrieve the parts. She is Mama Ishtar and she wants her man damn it. Now someone is screaming about auto insurance. Now a pseudo Neuremberg Rally is being held for a soft drink! Switch the channel mid rep. Weather scan, ahhhhh a nice plain map of the United States. Patches of digital green spreading through the South East. I button up my shirt to flash flood warnings. I tie my shoes to the elevator muzak they play. I take my time, because the job will take plenty of it if I don't.
The blood is gone from the bus stop.
My daily qouta is made in two hours.
Sumnabolist(yes that's my new favorite word) autopilot engaged.

The Anti Tarot: 22 paths of the Qlippoth

~Painting
Francis Bacon,1946

When Adam is'nt shivering with cold, he's sweating & restless. It's hard to remember things right now. He has to pluck each thought out of a deep pool of mud. What he pulls up isn't quite what he was looking for. There's a horrible whining noise, grating at the edge of his attention. Best to play it safe. Best to stay on the couch. Whose couch? Shhh... no, it's not worth the bother of remembering. A party? Dave bought him here, (maybe) and April had told him to try something, it had a funny little name; Katye, Kate or Kaye. Special Name. He took a small little bump and....
...Nope. Lost it. The memory has slipped from his fingers and plummeted back into the primordial soup of his brain. 'For chrissakes' A complaint bubbles it way though, 'If only someone would do something about that fucking horrible noise'. Something bad growls in Adam's stomach. For a second he panics! He thinks he's shit himself. Now he's aware of all the people in the room. The sweats shift to shivers. The noise is going on and on in his head. He's gotta do something about this. There most be a way. He closes his eyes and summons a supreme point of will power, which he channels to accomplish the monstrous task of actually turning his head slightly to the left. There's a huge gray blur sitting next to him, he winces and for a second, he can make out an outline someone is sitting perpetually at the edge of his vision. His hearing pops back in and the noise squeals and whines its way down into something resembling a human voice speaking through an cardboard tube:'...the Hebrews called it the 'Qlippoth'. The 'Shells'. The realm of meat & bone devoid of spirit. This is where the demonic forces lurk,
and we're not talking about some abstract philosophical concept of 'evil'. No it's the whole shebang. Anthropomorphic monsters with the heads of animalzzzh
zzzhhh...zzzzshhhzzzzshhh'( Special K-abbalah )

The Qlippoth- the tree of life reversed