The right mitten of Plush rubbed the honey-wax disk percussively in backward and forward motions, while QUICKLY lifting the stylus-needle out of, and dropping it back into a groove-path somehwere else within the spiral dance. Like a night-scene from a miniature urban construction camp. The manipulation of the disks and the calendrical languages encoded and pressed into them comes across like one hand clapping for just a brief second or a persistent prod, a horizontal poking action with the hands, wrist, elbow and shoulder. A hammering of staccato like rhythms – pulling his own shoulder and arm into a lurching movement, often on beat with the tone-arms movement. The “BEE HERE” goggles that provided Plush with a third-person platform – AQUARIUM SPACE, also helped Plush attenuate the audio-sensory apparatus to a more refined feeling out of – and into – the ears for a change. Plush was growing himself new ears and listening into other worlds.
A fiber optic -coral – cable connected Plush with the Alturntable via a face-mask covering his nose and mouth, that monitored his heart and lung activity, eventually synchronizing the respiratory and blood management systems with the altable working. Producing bio-riddimic F-E-E-D-B-A-C-K. Percy walks through the garage door carrying a bright red sack a sack with the words “quicklime movies” printed in bold applewhite text, his face already marvelling at the swaying and sensual dance of Plush at the ALTABLE, gathering our history’s back, road testing the technology.
“Chalks” Plush said, all of a sudden, breaking the 3 minute silence.
“Chalks?” Percy replied, crouching near the backwall, busy scrawling coxeter graphs with his assortment of limestone crayons and calcite devices he uses for marble finnishes, and spezzazo graff.
Plush’s resiliant skin flashed green-lozenge, like mottled lime peel whenever the altable lights flickered up onto his face, revealing his chlorophyll complexion, thought Percy, tackling the SU7 group of crystallagraphic structures. Almost like a crocodile green, he went on, but smoother like velvet, almost like the indelible Swamp Hulk. Percy smiled.
“Ch all ksss” Plush chanted aloud, turning 180 degrees to the left and then to right, like the way Theolonious Sphere Monk used to spin, looking up 120 degrees above the horizon. Swaying, maybe holding a sacred breath?
“Len tic u lar!” Plush said slowly, with a sense of pax. Half communicating with an extraterrestrial cuttlefish within his aquarium about Iridophore plates: shells composed of tiny, calcium carbonate plates called “coccoliths”, a term coined by Thomas Huxley and Coccolithophorids roughly translating into English as (“round-stone-bearers”). (See end NOTES and wiki links).
Mike walked methodically over to where Plush stood and presented him with the modified saxophone mouthpiece to try out, while noticing the luminous beads of salted sodium crystals dripping down the side of his now minted playhouse face. Percy gazes across the garage space at Mike’s hands, they’re surrounded by the exoskeletal lattice, reaching out approximately 6 inches in all directions and supporting the G-matrix membrane suit which Percy had designed and built this last year based largely upon the modified genetic engineering and biomimicry studies of the cuttlefish and some of the newer Cybertectural extensions of geodesic and dymaxion design science principleslike thise developed by the master – R. Buckminster Fuller.
“Orthosis is a device which attaches to a limb, so now the MPHDJ suit behaves like a total Orthosis skin and it proves that i know what i am doing.” said Percy, drawing patterns in the airspace spinning around his head with his drumstick wand brushyamacallit.
“And now the teleportation out of my skin, and into a new skin, skin up! so mote it be.” Percy chanted after spinning in several circles, stepping out in many directions and making elaborate hand-sign language. Not unlike breakdancing and sign-language nurturing a new ideogramic love child.
“Gypsum megacrystals of Naica. DNA delivery systems. Aragonite. The limestone cowboys calling CaCO3 Rock marble limousine. Mini coccolithophores to White Cliffs and blooming satale-light pics. Cuttlebones and human bones. Whitewash. Calcareous Nannoplankton. Quicklime Apple Flash. Calcium Oxide: mortar. Calcareous endoskeleton made of corals-coats. Bio-Rock. Seacrete! both Calcium carbonate. CHalking of of the altables running on chalk man.” Plush said, avoiding verse. Still putting it all together, temporarily in a strange new way, Mike thought.
“I may see what you are chalking about, but now the levels of magnitude and orders of abstraction leave me oscillating in chaosmos, Plush. The Third person platform gameplay confuses some of my thoughts” Percy said, in admiration of the de-patterning results.
“Your most probably right there, Percy, what you say, yeah, i feel my activities and experiences racing along so quickly, i can hardly catch them to drop an anchor, ya know?” Plush said, with an unsure look about him, rather unsure, yes, for the first time this evening, uncertain about why he was continuing this historical altable ritual in an old garage, as some book-lung gills quivered like 100 vaginas in a glass cabinet under the stairs, was this worth it? Plush thought.
“Even your backbone is mostly made up from a mixtur between chalk and marble in some sense. Ha,” shrugged plush, now smiling again at the interconnection of these things. Percy peers over Plush’s elbow to sneak a better view of the dexterous finger work and palm skidds displayed upon the honey-wax disks revolving upon the altable.
Plush touched his thumb to his ring finger, drawn a deep breath and made a human five pointed pentagram, his face like that of a petty thief upon a cross.