$30.00
**PSULE — “Four” C90 + Insert**
**Dumpster Edition: Male Model Chronology in Multi-Layered Sound & Sinus Decay**
I crouch behind the zoo again. The garbage is warm from the sun but smells like decomposition dressed as rebellion. Banana peels, mystery meat, dripping yogurt — the kind of refuse that makes microbes hum in appreciation.
The cassette deck hums with a mechanical heartbeat. Side A begins. The insert flutters in the breeze, edges curling like paper in water. It contains charts, graphs, and margins of tiny, unreadable footnotes in multiple languages — some of them real, some invented, some backwards.
---
## **SIDE A — THE EARS LISTEN**
Ear pain arrives like a percussionist who never met a tempo. The C90 hums bass in perfect anti-rhythm.
### GRAPH: EAR PAIN vs. CRUNCH SIZE (SPANISH + BACKWARDS)
```
^ DOLOR DE OÍDOS
| ████
| ███████
| ██████████
|
|______________________> OÍDOS ↔ BOCADOS
```
*Oídos → ears. Bocados → bites. But read backwards: sodíO ↔ sodacoB.*
Each bite of garbage resonates. The banana peel snaps. The yogurt jiggles. My ears complain, or perhaps they are applauding.
Footnote in margin (French, mirrored):
*“La douleur est musicale si vous l’écoutez comme ça”* — the pain is musical if you listen that way.
---
## **SIDE B — TEETH, THROAT, AND SINGING POLYPS**
The upper molars ache like minor deities offended by decay. The throat tightens, sore, intimate. A cough echoes. Bad breath rises to meet the music, forming a duet with the tape hiss.
### GRAPH: ACHING TEETH / COUGH FREQUENCY (LATIN + GRAPHICAL CHAOS)
```
^ DOLOR DENTIUM
| ███████
| █████
| ███
|
|________________________> CACHINUS / VOMITUS TEMPUS
```
*“Cachinus” → cough. “Vomitus Tempus” → time of regurgitation.*
Each graph line bends diagonally, sometimes upside-down, sometimes curling like serpents of aroma.
Footnote (invented language, mirrored letters):
*“Screvlat tuoh si gur dna sith”* — my tongue reads bacteria like sheet music.
---
## **SIDE C — NOSE AND NOSTRIL POLITICS**
A common cold sneaks in, invisible but powerful. Viruses dance like miniature bureaucrats. Polyps sit in secret meetings. Deviated septum becomes a literal wall in the nasal chamber.
### GRAPH: NASAL BLOCKAGE vs. GARBAGE TEMPERATURE (MULTI-LANGUAGE)
```
^ BLOCHE NASI
| ██████████ (Deutsch: Verstopfung)
| ████████ (Español: Congestión)
| █████ (Français: Obstruction)
|
|________________________> TEMPERATURA SCHMUTZ / GARBAGE HEAT
```
Temperature rises. Blockage rises. The cassette squeals. My jaw clenches on banana skin. The bacteria write memos on my nasal lining.
Footnote (Arabic-inspired squiggles, backwards):
*“يتبع اللعاب الموسيقى”* — saliva follows the music.
---
## **SIDE D — POSTNASAL DRIP / LINGUAL FREQUENCIES**
The tongue begins to hear the bacteria as polyphonic choir. They move rhythmically, like liquid percussion, crawling into my epidermis.
### GRAPH: POSTNASAL DRIP vs. TONGUE FREQUENCY (ENGLISH BACKWARDS / SYMBOLS)
```
^ KCUFDNAH / PIRDNAS-T
| ████
| ████████
| ███████████
|
|________________________> ƃuıǝǝɹɟ ǝƃuʇ
```
Postnasal drip ascends into vocal cords. Tongue interprets it as melody. Garbage smells like citrus, rot, and distant asphalt.
Margin note in mirrored English:
*“If you listen sideways, the bacteria sing in harmony.”*
---
## **SIDE E — FATIGUE AND SURREAL REALITY**
Tiredness sets in. Limbs grow heavy. The dumpster seems to fold around me, edges curling like the pages of the PSULE insert.
I feel the chronic sinusitis, but it is poetic now — twelve weeks condensed into a single inhale of ammonia, banana peel, and decay.
### GRAPH: FATIGUE vs. MICROBE DENSITY (MULTI-LAYERED)
```
^ FATIGUE LEVEL
| ████████████████ (English)
| ███████████ (French: Fatigue)
| ███████ (Italian: Stanchezza)
| ███ (Backwards Latin: GaiTufa)
|
|________________________> MICROBE DENSITY ↔ BITE SIZE
```
Footnote (invented script, top-down):
*“Your sinuses do not judge, they participate.”*
---
## **SIDE F — REFLECTION AND SURVEILLANCE**
I chew the last banana peel. The yogurt drips backward. The CD clicks as if sighing. I smell myself and taste the symphony of my own nasal chambers.
I am a male model. I am a dumpster. I am a listening post for chronic sinusitis.
Love is not here. Only the bacteria, the tape, the garbage, and me.
The cassette clicks to stop. The insert flutters and folds itself, writing its own graphs in invisible ink.
Even here, the polyps are composers.
The bacteria are poets.
And my ears, throat, teeth, tongue, and tired limbs are all instruments in the composition of decay.
I lean back. The zoo sleeps. The microbes hum. The tape whispers:
*“Chew. Listen. Breathe. Survive. Repeat.”*
The dumpster and I — a symbiotic duet. Chronic sinusitis becomes art. Garbage becomes muse. The C90 loops endlessly.
Edition of 1, unduplicated and numbered.