CURRICULUM VETO

NAME: JOHNNY HYPOTHALAMUS

BORN: 02/ 04/ 1982

POSITION APPLIED FOR: PHILOSOPHER

CIRCA 1985:

Started reading the Financial Times as a three year old.

CIRCA 1989 – 90:

Wrote a little book that encrypted a scientific node to do with Gravity, helping invent the net by storing the idea of it in writing in the attic here in order ...

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ANEJACULATION

That Night I last took an attempted O. D.

I was visited by many friends.

If it hadn’t been for their voices

I would be a fresh vegetable by now.

The O. D. took me to hospital:

it was genius of me to survive but

coming down from the chemical complexities of it all,

I lost the ability to ejaculate. Now

the lovely local lasses say

if I haven’t got ...

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LOST MINIATURE DREAMS

This text is painstakingly transcribed from defaced bank notes. Some of the bank notes are damaged, illegible, others ‘missing.’ Efforts have been made to order the bank notes but were not always successful. No efforts were made to authorial-fingerprint the voice or psychoanalyse the handwriting. The text is not necessarily a critical indictment of embedded liberal c...

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CHEESE DREAMS

Di di dit di di dit di di dit dit dit

Di di dit di di dit di di dit dit dit

Di di dit di di dit di di dit dit dit

Bring bring

bring bring

“Hello?”

Gold member, you're the one,

the one with the heart of gold

Vowels, pure vowels 

Immanuel Kant

will come to thee 

with immanence

You come home smacked up you come

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THAT BLACK NATURAL E

Where once I wandered far and wide 

on a field-file, a file-field, 

a fenceless farm without 

security alarm where all hearts bleed

and all arts breed, now Hell

is very quiet, unadvertised.

McBreastmilk, 

McBreastmilk, 

don’t feed your kids.

Gentle face erasing cream,

smear it in and let it sink

down through the pores of your ...

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I KNEW THAT SHE LOVED ME

I escaped last night

into a heightened dream

from a dull and longing sleep

and the stars murmured

their cool ballad

to the approaching sky.

Secrets hung like ghosts

in the corner of my wanton world

all blurred and drugged too deep

and I knew that she loved me

from her invisible motions

and the dagger in her soft reply...

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SKUNKFOOT

Portability still seems the Apotheosis of Form: sometimes I can be walking along on a sunny day when I jump from the jungle to the Arctic to the Sahara. Mutation in consciousness itself, truth too simple to understand, these are gesture-without-motion-bones, like sadness gene and dreaming gland. It's not impossible to write an anti-poem. Love is not a mechanistic set of rules. Lo...

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