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Lanny Quarles (Great Skull Zero)
NOVA #10
idealize the structure and create alternate internal structures. This information will then be transformed into a data "seed" which will then be "planted" into the input-vector-analysis port of the shopping Mine. A foetal blueprint will form for incubatory analysis used to determine material range and ecological utility. The architects and the Womb-camera will move on to another project. Within the Shopping Mine, the multiple models will appear in the scrutiny vectors of the nexus dream for inspection by prospective buyers. This temple will probably be a polymer construction, one piece, and sold, or traded to a very prominent android cult of eight-armed fundamentalist hindu Brahmans who have embarked on a mission to recreate some of the classic architecture of World-One, the first world, before the great awakening, to create an android version of a holy city, a living diorama of a holy city put in place in one of the wilderness regions of the underworld. In the second world such projects abound. Tech-gnosis was envisioned early on as the ultimate state of the self-absorbed experiment, the state of grace, promulgated through organism, environment, and consciousness. A montage of these achievements is the premise of this catalogue. Puppet-emperors dangling from a vast invisible machine of omniscience. These progeny of mysterious ancestors surf in giant wave pools connected by near invisible supra-strings to the shifting ceiling of the floating Nipponomorph jet-hovercraft spirit-mall. The newspapers here often read like: Hung-Wu faced android beat to death with a bamboo shock-cane. One watches the closed-circuit television on one of the upper decks, where the Chinese statement is being read: I am Yung-LO, "perpetual happiness", and I am master within the new Imperial city of laughing Peking. You soon realize it is a day-time drama. Yung-Lo, the Japanese pirates are attacking the city. Why, we are not communists anymore. Exactly, great one, they are. Those island bastards, call forth the red army of Mao-clones and have them riding on a horde of our fire-breathing, man-eating foo-chickens on them. Yung-Lo is always portrayed as a manic comedy-mad emperor of technological satiro-thelemicks. He is a cross between a campy Fu-Manchu and some kind of cross-dressing Peking Opera Fop-king. In the show, his palace is impossibly huge and ponderous, like a huge golden bottle-gourd whose inner surface is completely architectonicised with tier upon tier of balconies and video tapestries and diamond and ruby ideograms.. In the center of the palace is an enormous solid Jade Dragon-penis whose surface is so detailed with stylized cartoons of Yung-lo's conquests, not a single centimetre is left untouched.. The base is a revolving lotus-form balustrade of cinnabar whose main feature seems to be stylized cloud-snakes whose succession is tail to mouth to tail, one devouring the next.. a symbolism of the royal lineage, and its ancient tradition of regicide by the heir apparent, except in Yung-Lo's case there is no heir, through mastery of biotechnology, he has effectively rendered himself immortal.. at least within the confines of the palace.. and anyway its just an artificially intelligent holographic cartoon.
lungmuscleskeletabrainfluid
bladderseed... In the city the umbrellas foretell of rain, brain rain caught
by copper coelenterata. Air-arc the Heliumetal seduces electricity in the
storm and unicellular green algae-welds march on the walled streets before
the proscenium is flux-coated with Selenium. Great Jade cocks and furry
ridiculous stopwatches litter the horseshoe crabcarriage's marriage to
the lupine slather of the fishmonger's dis-ease and Megiddoo launches tongue
into song amidst the blue-boric dripping Crassicornus plaza. Hordes of
savant buildings coerce him with complexities of rod-iron sinister-tendon
bannisters and gewgaw filmagreedy minutiae approximating the black long
lost chitonous swimmerettes of some prehistoric crustacean as gothicaustic
door-jamb decorations. Foul patinas of blue fuzzed Trumpets and LSD-erotic
Manta-rays follow him into the Grim-knackered lifedeath primary colored
cheestorm as razorbeam tilt the sky on end and empty it of star-animals
frosted with the seven awareness molecularity will to walk under the burgeoning
ladder enclivity divinity. Fat ghee gorged Reindeer fill the gutters with
the admonitions of our stark rape buddha the white cotton panties screams
of St. Nicholas' living torture toys whose meat words groan-gather at burning
trash heaps to warm their 7th day adventistragedy formal phonemic pattern
sources, an etymylogical circus in the the second raining of the Plaza
de Gaza Strip tease me with peace and sacrifice Kuf icandy skulls to the
human gods of telemediated brutality. Long bored silence slash rip cliche'
mention what oops yo hoo hoo Barney's in the House....
O Megiddo, Lost cringing deviant gladiator, you loved your Pteradactyl more than God's reason for life. The memory of his glasses brings soil into the city for the planting of new trees. The temple church dream stinginq the skin, the King's laughing clouds, the omni-colored rain-shiver. Deliver your song, wear your coat of ten-penny big-spike Blue Jay ACK ACK air of whacked nails, digest the buffalo victory nickel with the eyes of your stomach. Wheat grows in the sky, in the holy white meat of the
on the bar car
of the broken train ghosts fretting over the nests of rotting National
Geographics that will never burn and the birds dine on black lotus in Summer
air-conditioning greasing their beaks on slabs of ethical lubrication...
Captain Anthony Gerard Hermie Herman Hermine Fokker Goethe Kerouac Kidd in junkle jungle time pouch bound for scary rollercoaster dream penny love, mind body Die Caught Oh my god, its a world we live on, look at its strangeness. Her voice was distant as I tried in vain to rekindle flame from afar over the fone from a room in my parents house sentenced to a poverty of contacts in a world of overpopulation, an irony to be sure. Must this become a novel of longing for the unknown and resplendent mystery of the world. It must. The sun in the morning is primal and I ascribe to it a mystical song, a chorus of matchless immortal trumpets. The streets become Sitar riffs in the evening slowly transforming from urban saxophones as Ahkenahton's favorite star makes its holy barge's journey across the river of the azure heavens. Bolivia trivia viva noche a nachowatch 2nd cheesehand 3rd jalapeno jalopy winking at her throwing her bouqets of kisses I misses Mrs. Can Can Can you spare some time! No, the words stick in my throat like jelly belly crush-cakes in dinner parade DOS lexture texture of the liquid recording. In a movie theater these thoughts are displayed internally hidden each word taken from a different head at random. Thus the mighty story unfolds.... Her lips, green, kissing, his red, kissing, her eyes, hidden in oyster, his eyes, in sea captain's head enjoying swells of green liquid like rumpled backs of aquatic hyena-boars, tusks entering her dream as fingernails scratching blue velvet armchair lost in vacant glass castle swirling in mist, Munsalvaesce, the paradise dangling from rearveiw mirror in California Thunderstorm hot-rod date.... They travel together, dark humid humanoids with pizza-breath, they kiss, her lips green, his red.
huge insects
laden with eggs.... the homeless cups and saucers conjugate languidly with
the antique ideals of six armed glassblowers and their underwater temples
engendering the paranoia of the lightning bearers and sunfire dancers which
stabilizes and comments upon the beauty of ruin and the crumbling of the
labyrinth of civilisation which becomes the mystery of life itself which
wells up in the laughter of the ventriloquist's dummy, the seductress,
the child and the dictator and is the corruption of an unseen purity, a
production of boredom, vice and violence, heroic gravity and a pouncing
toothless cat making sobriety in the garden about as inappropriate as a
chainsaw or drunkeness in the desert which is the world to colonize a deepening
paradox which is the food of human since the beginning of time as molecules
and the machinic actions of flapping flags like souls who being characters
in an enormous Gaian play do pinwheel solar system smiling to the happy
craftsman dream of magic wood that eats the sheep the human inhuman flock
of celestial cranes like an unlimited paradox fist gripping the invisible
realities squeezing mutant beings into existence round every moviehouse
church brothel dream court palace as an irreplaceable fountain filled with
the soap of consciousness...
But he wore his reference robe, a glittery skittery affair, full of weirding halls, sequins as miniature optic disks, the knowledge gown, the principle of desire, subject object touch take reversal machine a way of stepping from what is understood to what is not understood, the prime target monitor that bounce for prattling pounding perception parting ROYAL DESPOTISM, 0 subdivided colleagues, you so called passages stretching towards the light, you bioshelter hillocks sheltering a sundoor monastery rife with puppetry tables, filagreedy rhetoric of the root's I-am-new-fractured mews. The water table HAD understood my song, my moment of translucid despair, the hour of storming solids liquids gas whose argument had come to pass was a day welcomed at the sea port, portly.. ..ass... The ship's were awakened for their daily bread, to be read, and red; and sugar was born in
O philosophic
Marble raincoat sheltering the festering detective of man, thy beautiful
crushing weight is sustained by the inconceivable molecular will of osmolality
(mystic progress). (Cerebral modularity, however, also derives from a previously
unrecognized domain: the genomic and biochemical organization of neuroef
fector molecules.) Time like an Opioid peptide (drug) pumped through the
vein second by second minute by minute hour by hour millennia after mellennia...
Life's soul purpose is too experience thee wild and maddening ambrosia
of time (POMC) thee only drug unable to be enjoyed in small quantities
by the higher celestial beings. 0 polyproteinous scientists let us cure
our addiction to greed by destroying our relationship with Substantia Nigra
(time). By stepping outside of time, Immortality could be further grasped
at. To fear immortality is to fear Vascular smooth cells (life). To fear
life is to admire death. To admire death is to accept ACTH Release (defeat).
To accept defeat is to accept Anosagnosia (victory). Victory is vanity
but vanity is (CCK) glory but glory is not vanity when there is no victory
or Catechocholamines (defeat). To transcend is to accept true glory and
true glory is (Aphasiac) immortal.
Mens Aeterna
est, quatenus res Subaeternitatus specie concipit..
My greed and
vanity have overcome me again excuse these prophetic blasphemies please...
Oh, very well,
Megiddo is the wonderful deviant. Gillel is the wonderful hero sandwich.
Isstari is the perfume of the divine fecundi.. King Solipsis is the greed
of words to draw meanings to themselves... and Dr. Monad is an experiment
of the animal/plant (Eukaryotic/Prokaryotic clan) kingdom....
Cactus in green ice shaded by the enf lowering hands, the symphonic devices of shelter.... Were an ideal world to exist, the mummified crimson eagle harp would divideth its feathers
Loro Kidul. The
knot has always been a powerful symbol, a singularity with strata, a surface
with multiplicity...
In the book warehouse,
the professional skateboarder, the writer, the artist, the negro porno-star,
the black boxer, the soldier, the girl with actual make-up, the teen-age
male who all agree resembles a character from a Jack Kirby comic book,
and an oaf all portray employees. The details multiply from here in a deuniversalized
line of improbabble details...
On a table made
of blackand pink ices sit a stack of faces numbered one through twenty-seven
in Chinese on the forehead. There is a human heart on a silver platter,
and twenty-seven cigars laid out side by side. At one corner are two fighting
cocks which have been elaborately taxidermed on a mahogany base wearing
miniature Trojan chicken helmets, tiny gorilla hand-skin saddles bearing
little ceramic Harquebusiers with golden armor and long New Zealand pin-feathers
from their helmets. At the front of the table is a name plaque carved from
limestone bearing the name "Great Skull Zero written in Mayan hieroglyph
Giant diagrams of prehistoric pollen cover the walls superimposed over
perspectival rendering spaces to imply that these forms might have a human
architectural content. Great Skull Zero enters the room flanked by an entourage
of sacred midgets. Wild turkeys, peacocks, Quetzals and Ibis trail behind
in the pink smoke of the midget's censors. Great Skull Zero is naked except
for the jade Phoenix-head cod-piece with sun-burst tail fan of pheasant
feathers. His brow is tall, elongated in the Mayan fashion and on his chest
is the Tatoo of the Black sun, the eidolon of King Solipsis....
"Today is the day of the albino Walrus, he whose tusks of gold figure in the dabloons of blind translucent skinned
Just what sort
of celebration did you have in mind? It can become so tiresome crouching
in the dark. Inanna descended! Naked she was brought before the throne.
Hipster voice: Like then the black seven Annunaki fastened their tortuous
peepers on the luscious Inanna and flambayed away makin' her a corpsy.
Obviously there are dragons to be slain. Gilell has a limp blade. Isstari
has a large and loathsome cage. Only Megiddo may comb the hair of the absolute.
Isis in the form of a hawk joins Osiris in the underworld: Realistic Fears....
Giggling hick voice: I wanna do some.
The door is closed
the room is fulla Bob Wills Im wearin a smile wide as Texas Howdy Mr. Nichey
green on the inside fulla rotten seawater fiddles neighbors beers dancing
honky tonking till the wee hours the girls the boys scootin ther boots
midst the hoots and hollers Those Cadillac boys and their drinking why
its shameful and besides that their mama's sick Look at that moon Saay
thats fine but those boys 0 forget about that and gimme your sweet heart
a kiss why your just as bad as those cadillac boys no shame well they are
my cousins damnit do tell I spose youd rather be raisin hell and bright
burnin brimstone than sittin here smoochin under the stars 0 honey you
know it aint so Take me home I think youve been drinking your damned right
and I aint takin you home.
Sarcastic Jersey
voice: Hello..
Tales of the
Rich.
He resumed his royal swimming surrounded by his retinue of royal subjects, each monarchical stroke more beauteous than the
Itranslation
of the hat that rolls down sidewalki past the sound of water poured from
steam-shovell broken into painted metal birds/ showering a photgraph of
Gilell shaking hands with Megiddol to lose the moment when the King's head
cracked or was severed is crucial to your understanding of this booki the
new woman presents her glovel a glass glovel a hotel full of men's pants/
the doorknob has broken in through the celibate portall an issue-ants of
incestual insects/ coughs of sick writersi falling into the underground
bookstores/ to face the grip of the octopus/ an automatic experiencel paid
for with poolballs and prickly pearsi delapidated decor of Tech-gnosian
tennis arenal Yannick Noahand Lenin exchanging ghost racquettes/ the repeating
chinaman equationi meaningless memoryl "fortuitously" a young naked woman
whispers into the ear of a dolphin who chants "La fleur des amants" through
an eternity of terrifying and charming enigmasi Dr. Monad surveys a golden
Dallas I
A pock-marked
Short-story.
Some believe
the Saturn Myth is at the core of tech-gnostic culture. Let's not have
any of it. Destruction is not the necessary out-come of creation. Thus
is the information of the Tech-gnosian omphalos passed into the most classical
of skies somewhere beyond a version, Dalinian El Greco ghost cloud skies
purpling with Ojancanu cyclops eye moon. Over groves of olive trees comes
some archangel, triumphant over the adversary of life, death, and death
does the de-res and can be seen slithering into oblivion, into the psycho-pomp
whither it came.
From the mouth
of reality came parades of naked men and women with miniature replicas
of the Nina Pinta and the Santa Maria on the ends of poles. These beings
doomed to eternal exploration of the absolute, the unknown. These tiny
ships, like virus particles in a soup bowl... gaily painted soup-bowl of
mexico.. a glazed black mask, a crystalline sugarmask of wrestler X-11
he fights the rubberheads in the City of ElDorado... with torino bumpers
lining his wisdom's vagina, like a majestic violin box full of smoldering
sulpherous boulders... a steaming sulphur statue arrives in El Dorado...
El Fluido, the Moneran Obscenic King-God, whose rubberhead trilogy dances
with parasite lips across the mexican dreamscape faltering with blue phonemes
ont eh drunken waitress thighs like a drooling husband head, rubberhead
wife gives up, calls taxi, eats banana, looks at Mozart in a bikini and
shuffles the deck again, making holograms hover like a fog around her undulating
breast incubators roiling with fresh methanogenic solid bio-remediation
stocks...
Hermes under
the waterfall of fire, bending iron with vibrating hydra-tongs looking
forward into the darkness with eyes of explodimaybemythologesus sayeth
in pious fashion, "Thou hast trapped thyself in a fiery prison with only
work as companion and lover." Hail Technologos, sentient amoeba of mercury,
catalyze this node of your will, this vestigial prologomena of half-matter...
Ah, that work of the mind is pregnant in Hermes, the snake staff his ward
of conscience, diamond hid in the overwall. Keen my spleen to hear the
groaning of the capital base tureen and on that primordial soup kitchen
thy loam is furnished with the roar of a malignant protein. Spoon Ye Proteus
Capitall, call up thy fire eagle with which to veiw the nether regions,
shifting lifting thick planarite irregularities, floating symphonic marble
slab-forms covered in britelite aquamarine turquoise neon lichens. A multicolored
streetlight forrest arises in turn on each slab and from them sprout filigree
cherub heads with translucent ear-wings. These labyrinthine heads pulsate
from within, expanding and contracting. As they contract swarms of red
hotonyx bumble bees pour through the lips and are sucked into the anti-void
mercilessly where they are transformed by the glory of the Herm into platinum
pinecones, viruses and bewildering names.
"Who cares," says a head inside the King's head, not just any head, but a fat green humanoid pig head with a glowing silicon cockatou-comb mohawk and an illuminated anemone beard that periodicly cycles through the chromatic spectrum. Yellow eyes with octagonal irises and starform pupils, eyebrows of mothwing, eyelashes of butterfly tongue, thin mustache of female pubic hairs. "Why, I do," says another head repeating the ancient constant rebuttal terms in search of the moment for subjective refinement of objective phenomena. "The narrator is a creepShut im up- E's completely unimportant- E's imperfect and what's more not only is he imperfect E's a complete bungler a shlock
into layers of
levitating crystalline societies pressing themselves downward (hal/erfan)
into the spermatic basalt pastry skulls of men. 0 to carress the muse's
nine insect pendant and understand the pain and virtue seeking flesh nugget
that is brain... The flaming salt-horse mane, continkling, wriggle shell
smoke emulsion scuttlings the gelatinous horse shoe crab wearer of dragon
fly mating sonnet movements, neon blue lynx beetly barnacle odes gripping
with tingle suction the vast slick underbelly of our bindu-source's aquatic
mastadon history hearse, a carriage of wrinkled grey Ouspenskian patriotism
that hovers in repose about to alight on the quivering naked knowledge
of need that forms an onyx spider web bridge out of Cho's labyrinth of
forms through the multiple nubile doors of the inner eye curtain mockery
dance into the silent empty awareness of space... O the constitutional
hiera?chies of transcendence forge along the river between night and day
combing the sun's wild gift with flayed and longing tongues for mites and
capillaric seed (inscriptive) maps to discern with rhizomatic vigours,
vibrating envious smiles that sing like sleeping snakes and writhe to taste
a mystery more bestilling than angel lips or the huge and primal laughter
of any star...
Perfection of Bugle womb bloody nature's (EYE the father) heralding voices imperfect (EYE the son) of millions with clouded memory Its; (partaker in the mystery) Mystery IS history. Vishnu of baby war adolescent Post (spawn and lover of the mother-object) scitzophrenic mad a Mind world thee of Control and Advancement (beholder of the Schitzophreniform omnipeptide chain) for sacrificed be too soon Martyr, (judge and prosecuted) New Our Ideal, Gentlemen cultured Poly the of coat (the disposessed initiate and creator) storebought the line malady confusion holiness (I have been severed) greed debauchery horror (but there is internal damage) ecstasy strife turmoil tensidn... (Twentieth century American Serotonin Man is damaged) play cosmic
couple's antic were held. Art students from all over the world came to revel. It was high farce'legance. The Museum had beome a teeming green-skinned Mecca, an illuminated Gila-tank blasting thought radiation. Hollywood was glowing. It attracted sycophants of Chaos like flies to carrion. The hotels were all festered and bloating up like sick heaving aquatic mastadons. Tent town rose up. Gangs of Chinese abacus worshippers made whipping posts from streetsigns. Members of the Hollywood aristocracy being defiled and murdered on every corner being videotaped by millionaire baglady voodoo queens. A Mr. X here and a Mr. X there. Dionysious had been seen arriving in a lear jet some said. It was a media explosion. The city had to erect walls around itself to keep unsuspecting tourists out of the soup of creation and destruction these decadent babysmashing children of LUX/KALIX/VISHNUX/SHIVAXIET-VOLUPTAS had caused to boil over. The whole city had beome a 3d sculptural installment of visceral wicked joy. The art gangs were hard at work everywhere painting and changing everything. The museum itself was being worshipped... The art-critics themselves had become priest-gods of the cult of the mad couple. Voluntary human sacrifice was everywhere, cannibalism, every imaginable decadent act was being perpetrated. It was a full blown religixplosion of wombasucking idlove a million-faced thousand-armed hydra horn-goblin of whodoneitbygodl'lldoittoo. People selling body parts just to touch the tomb. Genetic mutations occured. DUH! Magnificent human hybrids of meat-rapture strode the streets with strange mutant powers. Some people would grow large reptilian wings and their hair would fall out and be replaced by multicolored sensory tuberdes. Some people simply became giants. Others would grow back the payment extremities and grow six more arms and another mouth in the chest Women gave birth to machines of unknown purposes... Unutterable plurality reigned. These enraptured mutants were said to be born-again variables by the reigning critic-priests. They also said these beings were the seeds of the new garden and that the full dynamic (decadence) of nature was being displayed through the human vector. The
crackle of Joe Harriet Subject listening to Abbot of Hoffstractman iseveral of the nymphs fall struck in the stomach breasts thighs/ the life boats big slashes in the country in the dream drum offering my feminine water to stand up the bass tick tock /the last one dives into the glowing orange waters unscathedi theres a digital clock on in through between actually in my LCD fingernails eyelids lengtheningripping my fantasy by the celbearringing ishe hears the humming of the roboticupids descendingi ear as eye singing jazz green grackle horse bow curtsy in the wings Ishe peers out of the water to spy an orgy of techno-mannerist cybernecrophilia on maroon granite dust beachi flapping cradling white hot titanium porcupine quills in sizzling wordrama atmosphere of blue black amiga start-up sequence Inot unlike Grunewald's Ressurection doth Emperor Rudolf ascend in order to give battle to the emerald roboticupids/ I'm sleeping miniaturely on crimson mouse pad in castle built of new age plastic snuff boxes filed with transistor tadpoles wriggling in electron resistence heat murder dialogue sequestered under orders of brainstem stalking amphibious tigers through ides of marching in the marsh of burning tires big drumroll in the sky of next song nessie rises in the loch last big
cowbells now underwater'~he~e~i~erranean Alexander fishes...
aural nimbus
vibrating crystal disks floating around the tower above tragedy white windowless
column with tangled base of foliage groping up its sides. raining black
pyramids tiny held in hand. glowing green eyes. shattering glass umbrellas.
male leather shoes stand upon aluminum airship. operatic reality female
voices pour from the tower blanched soprano honey. black clouds gather
furrow brow kettle drum empty well darkness backwards operation through
critical monacle. glowing green eyes emerald sepulchre illumination fecund
emotive diffusion source. raining black tiny pyramids black nimbus operatic
clouds. white tower black singing laurel raining. Megiddo in sexless black
stone machine body wearing male leather shoes. green like
Prince Namor is in the beat shoes of me me comic you tragic we beat together waiting for the silver sky disk humming along in endless self movie of Tech-gnosis parodt cuisinart subconscious like tikes in try the sickle a fact a tory the word kiggle (screens go blank all over the world invisible snakes in the sky disappear without a trace) wiggles out its the King's wish in the wunderkunst air case the joint goes merrily smoking barbecued up for nine balls grinding at her ass me questions (channel flipping in the punk sick dawn) I'll tell you some more lies ghost shtick it in yore ear wigs for every won at the track to day or knot two days ago we shattered big in the chest big feet the ideal woman (who will finally invent the video vase the wraparound image that is my birthright the sperical television that shall be god and the world) I'll play her for you a song farting goddess with X-tra long toenails long eyes nipples with that circular corner me in a bar and I'll kiss your lips off dreaming of Preety Raphael swimming naked in giant glass piano inside an enormous steel tophat holly wood paradise of trash and sin ist die ter miss terms of in deer meat me in the zoo four cough fee and tea off gandolf hitlerian opera assed dog star thiefs ripe for the picking in the spanish outer space thoughts garden and things rings that whir noiselessly and taking that dose of special las vegas getalong voodoo with Screamin' Jay I did not shoot the deputy dog with homemade shavers hair like spaghetti through guns in glue chicken fights on the moon baby me I love the flickering of Jugoslavian architecture phone calls brings me money like a heat flash from good brandy its a bright light dance party unicorn girls party hats knee stockings black butler caviariver flowing through disco bearded doorman liquid menagerie of voices filter through smoke snakes pouring from long hair head lips breaking sweat in shoe shuffle bliss steps in birthing an understanding of universal folly...
themselves into
the image of a human body comic book tricked out and tripe floating in
a lake of green honey flat and pop as a cereal box norse god smiling for
interested hiss-tory officials ship of black ice on lake of green honey
HD perfect is Captain Hysteron Proteron mans the limestone wheel lilac
fog of ice foot shoreling vocal limicholine poetry of winged thulium volant
word sublime order nimble creators buttressing a dead but happy world...
The red glass Isstari reclines on white velvet oval couch in the center
of spherical astral cinema-boudoir watching the epiphanous transmigration
of souls through the nexus body. 0 pure warm naked glass of feminine spirit
voyeur of transcendental flux unnameable beauties hath thine eye consumed
yaey diving spirits into opaque floating portals of transportation yaey
rivers of mingling beings flowing through the immortal vastness never to
return estranged journiers half this world half another scratching on her
limbo window ignored by King and kindred yaey strange beasts conglomerates
of fragmented being shaped by ethereal resonances spiritual assemblage
yaey gods heroes ghosts witches shamans scientists dreamers heroines pure
unfettered unstructured being virginal never filtered never of the once
contained like annexable fuel it floats free to be preyed upon by winged
copper skeletons who use it for flesh for power... divine Isstari Immortal
goddess of transformation and transcendence daughter of the absolute monarchical
dream butterfly crysalis of neverending dream betrothed of Gillel lover
of vision goddess of kinetic and potential...
blue knots of electric tedium rhapsody vernacular of autoerotic warlock writhings shameful digression into false aesthetic numb feet in confused hungry slumber sweating in 3D alphabet cavern smoke snake temptation in castles of alcohol shaving the smiling corpse listening to blue bayonet sharpening babylonian butchers bleating treating excreting defeating depleting competing concreting meeting windowless column with tangled base fleeting aerosol coughing maniacs patronizing the void colloid toroid
high pressure
nozzels connected to hoses that issue from the ground. transparent cavebirds
periodicly pour from the open mouth of the glass Isstari Bergman statue,
an exit from the underworld. The black grass waverers as aeolian zephyrs
play...
Red ice train
cascade through wreathes of iron bucket conversation pulling up black hairy
roots of mothwing in Kansas wheatfield halo movie arriving naked at the
capital in burning bush helicopter dream escorted by female ember branch
web collectors into fornicating creole adventure with blue black video
limousine escape vehicle bursting through iron smokehouse doors melted
into crystal nails hammered into Yorrick's skull lost in Bangkok morgue
memo shredded by Tennesee chief of police clubfoot gun collector while
filing pregnant tax return witch in somnanbulistic ballistic laboratory
circus playing violin with greasy puma paw igniting telepathic word orgy
venom be whirling candelabras in alabaster snakewombtreejugbarrel rolling
on Amsterdam memory loop in rusted refridgerator pulsing with K-p duty
roster enveloped in steaming antelope hideaway moonlight river silt moving
songs of curly headed princes who guards vibrating angelic scorpion claw
soaking in symbolic lama tooth chatter molesting the tuba reincarnation
toilet pet the white stone or love the pure cube...
Sleet storm mighty white buffalo rocket launch from arctic battle front with ice blue tendril harvest of frigid rhapsody falling through thin black ice of spherical lake soaring through stone galactic throat in Hades ephemera whisper guild treaty of invisible pox lace wrapped around inverted dispair hammer pounding fish bone anvil harp for ninety winters over the sucking sounds of lung wound newsreel nightengale hymm that wraps as a flag around bociferous canal palette of sonic marching marshes full of toad steam glittering lily-pad plates of platypus eggs with wings hold sovereign textures with steam shovel lips of marble intestines purging response from electric liquid bicycle vacuum pull underwear from nude perfume bottle engine rasping
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unknown continuum of potential, the large category of the unknown, rains on, just, and un-just alike. This function judges not, an unjudging ultimacy. How can your whited, spindling arms transfix Mammon' 5 unbridled industry, the lurch for forms to harness Heraclitus stream! Man, I got a girlfriend, she work at Thoreau's pencil factory... Dumb thoughts have their place too. Syllablinking king-pin of the wordrama... Thoughts, the little animals that live in the cutting edge technology of
rough sketches, child-like drawings made by a layman/pioneer with his cheap inadequate instruments of expression. He is convinced that the problem with the world is a lack of real and true empathy between cultures and generations. What he seeks is an organic component that can translate viscerally between the worlds of politics, religion, science, viscerally, in the sense of a shared experience of the world-mind, that is not only mandatory, but as he discovers, quite addictive. He begins to think either he is parodying the world as it is, or is somehow pref iguring a future reality in which self is as fluid as individual consciousness itself. These ideas are vague, but he senses, of grave portent. Obsessions are always problematic, but his real debate, as he soon discovers, is the relationship of man to his own process of creating cultural axioms. He believes that this process is essentially arbitrary, and thus, in part, irrational. He thinks upon his partial knowledge of the mythology of royalty, of monarchy, and of its relation to alchemy. It is said, he thinks, that the land is the king's true bride, and that the queen is subordinate to the needs of empire. The Queen is often associated with the moon, and the king, the sun. These general associations play a powerful role in the young man's sense of what he is trying to communicate. Like any desire, it is vague at the beginning, but the more he looks into the subject, the more he finds details that support his hypothesis. One such rough sketch can be found in his early writings, and poceeds thusly (remember, this is the fantasy of a 19 year old man deeply ensconced in drugs, experimental sex, mysticism, alcoholic debauchery1 sexual delirium, rock n roll, art, and where his ideas fail him, his imagination fills in with something akin to conundrums, riddles, an unintelligible series of vocalizations which can be likened to surrealist absurdities of the exquisite corpse variety, which he sees as inscrutable evidence of a higher power working through his limited faculties): The physiological matrix being, King Solipsis, is the realization of Teilhard's Omega Point, as the Technossian philosophers had originally seen it. These
Setting: Pre-destruction Technossos at the Home of an eminent young religion artist, a Choragus, a man. Presently he is entertaining a young female sycophant in his hand carved granite swimming pool. They are both nude nubile and filled with the glory of his tech-synth pagan hedonisme. Exploding swarms of illuminated amphibious hummingbirds darting round over and through the scented waters pausing murmuring moving carressingly through the movements of the frolicking couple's conversation and melodramatic dance of opposites they perform spontaneously at the conceptual nudge of the glittering tittilating robotic icons, synth-angels in strange luminous fusions and copulations like sacramental amoebas, fibrulating jellyfish boiling with image surrounding the pool. Undulating naked underwater she writhes to the bottom and slithers like an hallucinogenic sea snake over the cool carved sinuous musculature of carved gods and goddesses, stroking the coy blushing hip grooved adonises, and taut but full buttery breasted artemises with her tingling vehemingling hands of graceful youthful beatitude. Longing and innocent, sensational movements carry her past untold pantheons of rapture into the real and waiting flesh of her priest who stands waist deep in the holy liquid heraldry of the starry infinite above standing with inconceivable care on the stomachs of Zeus and Hera whose intertwined granite repose is as much majestic and infinite as the stars above. Man and woman, they stand upon the carved stomachs of antiquity digesting the raw experience of the ectstasy that has come before them, passes through them and is yet to be born within them. The screaming innocent fury of time that fills the body with vigor, strength growth knowledge and wisdom, a heart of molten glass that tears through our frail forms like a whisper through the dense immortal vastness of space. Words trembling from the lips, ears grasping furtively for the molecular tremor of speach, and finally, an earthquake, the avalanche, the genetic soliloquy of life longer than man is old, the mighty whisper of ten-thousand civilisations creeping forth from the orb from the crysalis from the jet-age womb struggle to become a living sentence, a self-supporting
his knapsack. You wanna talk backwards or something, this is eternity pal. Put on a jazz record or something and lets get fucked up. She's more like a renderin' plant than a woman. I say, Charlie, your sour. No man, not me, its her, her, with her suitcases of word-vomit. Must be the old I'm tired of livin' on this planet syndrome. Maybe you should take a ride into the stars in a carriage covered in white horse shoe crabs. Melt phonograph into glasslugs of "the weapon." God of panic piping blue-notes. Burrow into the world soul for warmth and comfort, and cum like an old fort, farting triumphantly like an aquatic shit-angel, a great beluga of futuristic perversions come to inhabit the gleaming vessel of voyeurism, an oarfish of white need come to inhabit the new wounds of our inorganic technologies. The human race had transcended conventional architechure by housing itself in violent amorous offensive magick. Wild sentient monsters fighting and fucking, amen, shape-shifting all the while. Cut to profound metaphor of consciousness gr6pe for daily paper with dirty hands, and Megiddo writhes, floating over a vista of mutant orgies, silver eggs popping ooze slowly from his skin which nonchalantly alters in unique textures of pattern and material. "He" is rhythmic. "He" alters in a pulse beat; now red glass porcupine humanoid with eight ft. long arms, lengthening needles of glass still oozing eggs alternating with golden cubes, now green glass hands, exploding fingers, snakes real and molten color shifts extend in glass handed self greetings, he is sleeting platinum snowflakes each one different same now smoothed into flattened jade snake starburst emblem enwreathed in tendrils of blue flame held momentarily in stretching gelatin roses glow now frenzied ornate silvery bubbling pause now quickly send bursts of red silk now Megiddo looks as a collage of liquid abalone' birds heads all babbling in and out of an indeterminate volume. He is a master of the vocabulary of form, and of formlessness, and all transitions between, abrupt or smooth. All dialogues between organic and geometric forms are carried out through his existence. He is the very essence of hybridity, his moods
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