The Schoolhouse Was Under The Pavement, Beneath The Streets, Sidewalked Over An Age Ago.

They found it in the middle of building underground parking.

"All the mainlines were routed around," the head engineer told her. "No records of this," he said.

Looking over the layout, she imagined it was like a medieval cathedral. Dark and overwhelming, a factory of a forgotten era.

They decided not to tell anyone.

She was already in trouble.

Inside, the desks were broken, left to the side. A carve-drawing of the local solar-system circled the floor, surrounded by stick-figures and dates.

Her name was written above the sun.

Radiating Pantsuit Rap, Page 48.

Gareth Sager argued that Western civilizations being "based on cities" were sick because they were cut off from the natural cycles, unlike African tribes where repression simply didn't exist.

Radiating Pantsuit Rap, Page 36.

"Semiutopian, but not impossible."

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"My body hurts all over."

"Did you attack a sumo at the speakeasy last night?"

". . ."

Radiating Pantsuit Rap, Page 33.

Another song spliced its lyrics together by combining text from an Enid Blyton children's story with words from a book about fighter pilots.

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It's Not Fair, Really, That You Can Precision-Wait By A Girl's Locker In-Between Classes And People Think It's Cute.

But if you do it later, after degrees, at a bus-stop, with a GPS and binoculars, it's stalking.

Cut-Cockpit Tree Genocide & Addicted Deer Sissies, Page 254.

Most madmen are banal at best.

They share so many delusions that they might as well form a society of their own and be done with it.

Cut-Cockpit Tree Genocide & Addicted Deer Sissies, Page 209.

Folklore as body fragments.

You Can Look At It As Someone Reaching Out To Another.

But it's a rainforest paramilitary group, obsessed with territorial kidnappings and German autobahn architecture, getting control of the airfields from the population to redesign the landscape with weapons, bomb-modifying mountain-ranges and crater lakes into East European overpass ovals.

"It's beautiful," they said, "twenty-first century."

. . .

The Pipe Reply Loss, Page 297.

"I'll be able to afford the penthouse apartment of every single building that isn't on fire!"

. . .

Cut-Cockpit Tree Genocide & Addicted Deer Sissies, Page 206.

'Diseases are unconscious artists; the body is their medium.'