The numbered architecture is the work: no single synopsis can substitute for the fact that thirty different local forms are being made to share one publication.
| No. | Internal title | Reader hook |
|---|---|---|
| １ | CIRCUITOUS, SEUSSIAN | Should I sunset the stack? I’m getting nil views. Null. Alack. Numbening in their number. Dumbening as a thud and dull deaf blind and… |
| ２ | Starved of screens the ferals gnawed their fingers to nothing | Busy nights and lazy days. Hollow-rung insincere praise. Sisyphus stoned alone. Petrified. Pushing. Uphill embittered and backward. |
| ３ | GING-HAM SEER-SUCKER | I’ve got a checkered present. Paisley past. Nightmoon hover. Fading fast. Alleged murderer. Eligible bachelor. One letter off from a literal bastard. Peasant louse.… |
| ４ | A POP. | Mark your door and your house may be spared. Son of amram or saudi aramco. See to the the sand to the rivers’ overflow.… |
| ５ | EATEN OR OTHERWISE (Pig farm fuck machine story.) | EATEN OR OTHERWISE — Boxcar’s pig-farm / casino logistics story. |
| ６ | Sylph | Help I’m running out of perfume I’m dying. He said as he sipped from the kerosene jug. Arrows tipped in blood. Eros stripped of… |
| ７ | LINDA & JAMES | LINDA & JAMES — parental dissonance and childhood absence. |
| ８ | LONG DROP | Equine gallows, Appaloosa nooses. Quarterly drawings, Hanging thread loosely. |
| ９ | LITTER YOUTH | Occupant of others’ world. Struggling. It’s troubling. There are only so many words. You run out of them. Quickly. And away from them. Swiftly.… |
| １０ | SUSPIRY | A LONG SIGH buy-an-buy. Anansi’s known to bite. Cantankerous stank of an angry oldman. Hand to the cloud then fall down cold. Chaparrita I’m… |
| １１ | OPTIONS | Men’s Central Jail or central casting. God’s smirk is everlasting. Open revolt and closed captions. Carried interest and tallied caskets. Tapped text. Sapped of… |
| １２ | A FRIEND OF MINE DROPPED OUT OF BEAUTY SCHOOL BECAUSE THERE WAS “TOO MUCH MATH” | I’m easily dismissed. With a whisper or a wisp. Va va voom Bitch. Check the volume and wish. |
| １３ | I PLAY MUSIC IN A BAND CALLED SCALED ALPS (WE AREN’T PLAYING) | I come in pieces. And fall. Roaming a cliff. Earth angel. Scraped. Scalped. Ape. |
| １４ | The last remaining human animal capable of masturbating to its imagination. | The stars have struck, stricken sickly. Abdicate the throne and the scabs fill quickly. Waltzing, flatly: Just might find your name with a strikethrough… |
| １５ | I FED THE PRECEDING TEXT INTO AN “A.I.” THAT JUDGES TONE | A.I. TONE JUDGEMENT — the preceding writing is fed to an AI critic and answered inside the work. |
| １６ | Blue(Z) | CLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICKLICK— A jittering jig. In seeking oblivion you found no end. Black suits you. And blue, too. Sprawling pollutant. Door-dimmer. Spayed ace. |
| １７ | OBJECTION: RELEVANCE? | Music is the accountancy of an animal’s walk. Two legs or four. All that remains is to surf the flood. Flip the bird. Grip… |
| １８ | NOTES FOR A BOOK ABOUT, YOU KNOW, LIFE, AND EVERYTHING | Denuded, lauded bare, badflowering. Why I stopped styling. “ Men dress for men women dress for women ” etc. nonsense . |
| １９ | YET ANOTHER WAY I GOT RICH WAS | YET ANOTHER WAY I GOT RICH WAS — “Romance Parties,” dress-code social engineering and remembered commerce. |
| ２０ | THE CHARIOTEER | Vehicular ego. Rolling and regal. Ruinous rust. Grisly legal. |
| ２１ | VMERICA | Gun drawn on a dead body. Dicks drawn on a passed-out face. Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! I fucking hate… |
| ２２ | DIG ME | You drive me to the grave. I’ve already dug it. Dug in. Leak’s begun. The ship’s sinking. We don’t care to plug it. You… |
| ２３ | THE ABSENTEE HOST | Near-dead industry. On the brink of extinction. You blinked and you missed me. I blanked on your history. We’d met but it’s mist to… |
| ２４ | NICKED NAMES (THIEF OF PRINCES) | NICKED NAMES (THIEF OF PRINCES) — aliases, violence and the name “Scary.” |
| ２５ | GUNS DRAWN (FROM MEMORY) | Execute me for my crimes. File me down with saws and sines. The flash of recognition in your eyes. Voice muzzled in disguise. Worrisome… |
| ２６ | SPRING FWD: | Time changes and its toll is telling. Clockhands on the chess pieces. I’m playing other games. I walk when the sun’s low and the… |
| ２７ | REVERBERATIONS | I’d say you got me wrong but you’d have to get me in the first place. I lived too long, and I did it… |
| ２８ | EVANGELISTA | I woke up like this. You asked for it. Through hardships to the stars. Add an asterisk. |
| ２９ | NOTHING NICE | NOTHING NICE — Lucian reaches the guillotine and finally receives honest public opinion. |
| ３０ | ADVICE (WARRANTED) |