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Lanny Quarles (Great Skull Zero)

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NOVA #11

Mate' Mate' My exploding bonnet whose halo-tsunami of honeyed plasma colloidal with mechanical bees whose carved amber torsos are the work of insectoid grey donkeys whose fish-gills swoon with Mate' Mate' purplous gill network lace of throbbing royalty mine broad tentacle erupting in velvet with multiple, independantly schizopodal, stereoptical pairs of miniaturized ultra-speed cameras, ranging from infrared to ultraviolet, from thermal to telescopic is worn, it appears, at a 10-nanometer degree of resolution, as a point thus as a zero-dimensional figure. [White Buffalo Head of squirming numbers decapitated and made crown translucent horns blue proxy of protein song of spiral idea grown from flesh lanterns, simulacrum of bone desires flagellate architectures () of () incumbent madness\?/[]\[\||||||| At the 10-centimeter degree of resolution, it is a head, and thus a three-dimensional figure. [Poly-allegorical cross-road relic of failure and pure subject poem of shattered poem naked object enthrone on mass and vacuum chemical virtue blessed in oceanic origins} At the 10-millimeter degree of resolution, it is a macro-cellular construction of transluscerit tissues, <<<Abominable Polyp Disease of Form.. Old king and castle of forever's brooding>>>>>> and thus one-dimensional. We are equipped to register a high level of technical transparence here ++++++_____A SONG IS THE HIGHEST ORDER OF FAUNA. AN OCEAN EXISTS TO CARRY SAILORS. SAILORS ARE SLAVES THAT PREVENT DEATH. SAILORS (skin flaps from the face of encrust--CrusT=staceonatal tube-men's breeding stingers) SING SONGS ABOUT THE OCEAN, WHICH IS A SPACE FILLED WITH DEATH'S SONG.(Death old Irony is an ocean of fauna plodding in time and banal like a crystalline eternal explosion) THE HIGHEST ORDER/ordure OF FAUNA IS A SONG. SAANG-SOUND CARRIES and Mis-carries. The ocular oracular has been replaced, or rather extrapolated, decapitated, to telescopic and microscopic proportions operating independently, and simultaneously of one another, (In that tornado of amorphous blades, fluid glass knives of teeming and pressurized cognizance) luminologically devoid false and dreamed only and electrologically; thus merging the multiple dual flows cloven piecemeal by the hissing sound of mechanical knowledges into an event-singularity, technically aspiring to a sort of "cogitatio universalis" via neuro-polytechne', forgoing the neuro-politique', and all the numeric affectations of a neuro-cadastral hyper-fine interface.WE BANISH THEE O FURY OF WITNESS O TIRED OBELISK the honey-head oracular King whose bees are being and flowing throughout the script upon its constant opus and explosion reality's cobra-clittoral hood-vengeance warp Crayon mad in sun-ray fingers gone carbon scratching through plague walls dried and sinister corpses of thought paper walls husklike bodies interrment We balance the krypton lamp together with the cesium 133 atomiclock to cinematically organize an image of blind scientific justice. A helmeted hermaphrodite warrior, blinded by the sun, becoming the blind sun itself, becoming blindfolded, after a certain image, but then not blind. LIGHT PENETRATES THE EYE ONLY TO BE CHANGED INTO A KNOWLEDGE OF SPACE. LIGHT EXISTS IN SPACE ONLY TO CHANGE ITS KNOWLEDGE INTO SPACE. TIME CARRIES SPACE IN A SONG OF DEATH. SPACE IS ONLY AS MOTIONLESS AS LIGHT IS MOVING. THIS IS A LIE, A LIFE. "He" is, moreover, post-ocular, as "she" becomes the anthro-machinic Phylum of interface which, alone only, perhaps, can integrate the co-extensive qualities of synth-sense perception of time-velocity-matter into an image-form, a representation of this modom,this cyber cognition such are

she is graceless, see only her hands, wet with wines, but for this gracelessness becomes more delicate and elegant. she is filled with more than a simple beauty, her chidhood was brave and desperate to give away its slippery smiles to me, a light plays over her face, rare countenances flicker and flare from poignant and submerged sources. there is a mideival innocence in her postures, her neck is too long, her ribs are ivory, miniature, her skin is translucent, she is a blind cave nymph crawling into a pool of light, sensing there are delights awaiting her. she aproaches with a creaseless brow. Bellucretia, tiny one, wrapped in the consecrated robes of my supernalusts, my royal mantelechery. girlishly, she trembles, dew drops have paused to become the pearls have paused to become the cherries have paused to become her twin nipples nibbling there are nameless priests whose blank faces are the inscrutable subjects of stone carvers whose hands clasp together and make a popping sound. Odalisque, midieval bride, parody with me, the marriage of king to queen in alchemy, let us make dangerous emblems with green roses scratching along our tender anthracite voyeurisms, torsos, to exalt a shallow wickedness only casual saints embrace. were you paloma picasso once, were you alone on a white bed with a stereq;pticon and cucumbers, I heard you gasp, with quivering eases. I remove You from the shelf as if you were a statuette, you giggle, but realize I am solemn even with a smile. under the trellis thousands of your sisters wander raking their breasts alonq the cool vines, honeysuckle. at the pond we kissed, your black lipstick gave me dark aereolas. I am shining as if I had been polished skillfully for hours, but the bleak hour of my solitude is over, we have found ourselves in the tower locked away with blue bottles and silken garments. I am the string of pearls going merrily between your thighs, the sea rosary of hungry absolution. your crown of thorns is merry, mary, feet wet with kisses, hair like a melancholy spirit in turmoils of forgotten villanelle, your carezzo of wise, odd synaesthesia. sleep is the only savior in this world, that is beside you.

ST:THE

CANARY

ISLAND

REND EZVO

US- UNDER

From the ages of three to six, our subject developed a fear of the bathroom, sustained by the fantasy that an animal could crawl into his rear-end and take up residence there as in some strange deep-sea symbiosis and would cloud his dreams with manic unfathomable odes similiar to the solid and squirming black tapeworm edge of a feudal city-state shade-of-the-fraud that its ex-cell-seers dominate the landscape. Wilhelm Reich is a nematode who lives in my Ass and who exists to make love to the king Kamehameha Transparent Cave-gopher-fish-flies this litter was introduced in the united states as none other than Sinis D'eemo, The Little Robotic Ganesha and Secret Agent for the "Lords of Sculpture" and also Known as "the £e Sol Bloom" and also as an entrepeneur flesh-farm-bank. He is wanting vibrating paddle monkeys in his suite for his 400th anniversary how his tiny control addicted eyes flirted with the bony-knee-turtles of "Little Egypt" in a series of feathered island kings with tubercular inpha-semen T-shirts. (Now folk in her feet are known as the hoochy--Trainstation CAMS of copperoid bamboo~CTHontURE] It became world famous ancient stone building possibly concession at the fair that civilisation whose birthstock forked no lightning they do not go gently into that liquid hour of birth old poly-nesian chinese porters poppyilders Idlers of remembrance who blow particolored glass whistles at vague cues from their bat-hanging 18th Century Testicle-Fathers whose grey organic bottoms hide in the glass cases of the long-wigged asses~ [MEANING EQUALS MEAT] midget porters who glide silent sullen and oft mistreated~ a suave and absolute model of hauling huge trunks and two-who as mermaids had Disappeared and done it again in different ways fish-fallen-dreams-in-water-dieing-sex-and little canival monkeys drowned in wine

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dehumanized, revealing the children. Chicken-like lemur-lik~ciousness of the Earth. [I AM the edges of the landing platform vet turtles with crimson eyes up the rubber jungle trees. As ng the luminous trails of up in its smooth arch out of ~ whose undulating interwoven Catholic priests' with golden moh~g [CONDEMNED TO A NEVERENDING on their foreheads step back fro~in the 1950's) into the silently to a halt. Among those d~ck of the solar lamp and Sinis D'eemo, spy of Ganesh~onfused gesturing multitudes a negro porter with solid gold t~] In the 1780's and 90's words sarcophagus by its handles, fist-~acture," and "industry," all in a stylized scream where one p] before the advent of power of the baggage car onto the spa~ke on new meanings. [IN THE sectioned off into chute-like se~ FUNCTIONS: All this business rendered dragon-fish. King Kameham... Dreams aren't technical? skinned woman wearing pulsatincutterance to our understanding prodigious laser-nippled breastslCALLY THROUGH THE LITTLE DOORS opticryosuspension sarcophagus inttty dialogician. People become limo. "Very excellent my pet, yds necessarily to modifications "Thank you, great one," she say3TORAGE] Is not the Insistram off and swooshes off through the)us, more beautiful....[PARTIALJ Sinis D'eemo records the event w~ ha. [MEMORY] The Insistram mouse.... Ailinglaplap, jungle ci~aleshark inside a ruby temple

in decaying wooden domociles on beworm headband. (It is in the where Skyscraping mawsoleum to~ence may be none) Unbeknownst [ONTIC APPEARANCE] Muscle dancinge Mock-up demi-god is in fact states in a big way when the la~eing-agent-gesture of Ganesh's at the Chicago's world Fair celco follow the polynesian. See of the discovery of America prese~ flicker and follow the orange of contortions while she stayed ozise up and storm break loose!) koochy. [FATE AS A RESONATING STF on the island of Ailinglaplap, drew millions and was the only from the ancient transoceanic cleaned up. [COINCIDENCE] the ~unded Inca dynasties. Tired spills out over the bo~n their broken down custumes onto the indifferent soil~ other better attired negro Lecheghia is God's own grottoe, tly on cushman threewheelers the iconography of the grotesq~eled cages full of sleeping exquisitries of the mineral con~ things play scuttlebutt on A VEGETARIAN THEREFORE] Black ve~ cootle trilling and scurrying amble along fallen pillars fol~he sub-geo Zephyr-train comes phosphorescent nocturnal snails~he ground, a group of Samoan paths carry them into the morni$wks and black crosses tatooed SHELL-GAME OF WORDS] (Painting the track as the train comes white disk the handlesss cl~sembarking are King Kamehameha whose

kiss awakens the . The polynesian is aided by with constancy [THIS AS HANDPRI~eth who manoevers the floating like "engine," "machine," manu~ized human-heads, mouths open of which had been in use lon~aces his hand to guide it out machinery, were beginning to t~sely populated stone platform ELECTRONIC CAVE] TRANSSUBJECTIVE~ments by statues of blockily is much too technical for a drea~eha is awaited by a bald red(Ya call this technical, give g symbiot-starfish over her of spiritual matters. [MOVE VER. She helps him guide the AND WINDOWS OF POROUS WORDS] Pe:o the Stretched Mercedes VTOL influenced and warped; this leacou have done well," he says. in public opinion. [IMAGE IS .'s. Yhe vehicle smoothly lifs greater than Jove? More miracul~ jungle city of Ailinglaplap. Jove, riding about on an eagle~th a blue furred cyclops vidnavigates a flying gelatinous w~y, grey stone buildings choked

And there stood Johnathan "Blues Outreach" Cassabby, wearing green overalls, no shirt, a green tricorner, and carrying a banjo. As he stood on top of the mesa in a dusk-borne symmetry, an outlaw cemetary, looking out over the ocean, he began to play. Some of the younger corpses began to rise up and dance a jig, blue jiggernauts. flying overhead, miniature aircraft looking like hurtling whiskey bottles, just out of reach. seahorse sunglasses for honorable john. no rest for the dead. a casual statement peels off the grass-skirt of a weatherbeaten old Legba-nun. down the beach a pack of mean-ass wild horses. I am reading something here; skeleton fence company, above the doberman pincher. Neohippus running scared to neon twilight to bescorch me a dolphin headress. yostra nostra. these are the casual ruins of an idiot's farce, a brittle quintessence of foreshadowing. a triumphant 3-d white noise whaleshark with a crown of multiple stab wounds and japanese baseball cards floating together in a latex wraparound virtual vagina polit-brothel where multiple accessory-head wanna-be viper barbies will change into george washington gogo-fop-doll androids for a scroll 'of deprenylized fruit roll-ups imprinted with cuneiform chem-scabs of deuterium delirium. Who is to sabotage the furry hyper-f lash pair of transparent green centipedes with glistening neuroleashes that become the vibrating nipple cords of our fair meme-goddess sex-toy. they coil about her breasts acting as a living brassier. they crawl about my body as she lays on her side opening and closing herself with a pair of vibrating red plastic chopstix. I am the frightened fireman who has stumbled into a burning penthouse and realized a fabulous and elaborate pun. this is my movie, accidental and purr-fect, a parodic stun-gun commercial filmed live in an architechure devoted to the cinema of exquisite mania. every where I go I wear a hot purple tophat that institutes the naked mirage and an electro-pavonine display of midieval japanese war-flags flapping and blinking at 1000 frames per second. In a moving theatre these thoughts are displayed, internally hidden, each word taken from a different head at random. Thus the mighty boon we see the fantastick Roentgen in the rheological monsoon moment of Midnight having induced hundreds of ghostly forlorn albino pygmies with his languid latah into holding up braziers on long-poles in two columnades of stately moonlight flesh to form the run-way lights for his golden Phoenix B-52 and the mission of a lifetime... His own band of Calico Indians have been loading refridgerated crates all afternoon in the hot equatorial El-Sol-fervescence. Stamped with black doves bearing bloody garlands the shimmering white vibrating crates are cold to the touch. After the loading is done Roentgen and his Calico Indians gather for a historical Photograph standing beneathe a pirate flag with flaming blue skull painted beneathe the cock-pit window of the Be-' fife-tea-tu Phoenix. The narrative of the exploded perspective, everywhere, is the theme reiterated, resonating like a bell through the dense fabric of insurrection, scientific insurrection: the black-bomb (spheroid-world) with sparkling fuse. As the plane flies over the prevailing shadows₁ the wavering rheos of dream seems like a lover or blank canvas. The white noise of universe is as a storm of chrome needles, heads like gelatin, glass, IPENETRATED BY UNSEEN FORCEI momentary flesh-eye become purple mountains majesty, frozen images, photographs, Washington on the Hudson, P08 gone native in limestone twilight (TERMINAL STATUES) high-pitched, a whine of bleeding somniloquent color-sword engines belching inscrutableonic scribble warps from black smoking entrails the discourse of the harried tekne'. In the cock-pit an old picture of Santa-Klaus with green paint on its face dangles from a twisted knob. /everywhere crookened houses in the candlelight of moon/ Candles burn in forgotten niches flickering in the ambient whorl-plex of total cock-pit NOw! Roentgen has set target acquisition: The Superbowl. The payload is to be 7 tons of exploding foetus, laced with rabies, elephantiasis, malaria, diahrrea, napalm, LSD gas, leprosy. This is judgement day on accepted realities, the Guy Debord dragon-fetish has come to bear, the steel totem of modernity shall prevaileth, blind justice, BLIND JUSTICE MOTHERFUCKER!! ROENTGEN!!!! -bringer In my mind I see Eric Kroll and Pat Califia

sitting at a boring dinner party in Hollywood or somewhere, but its as if it were painted by Soutine or maybe Chuck Close. Perhaps Piero Manzoni is there dressed as a french waiter serving his own shit from a human head tureen fashioned by Joel Peter Witkin from the head of Hermann Nitsch or perhaps Pasolini. Perhaps Mark Leyner is there disguised as Lenin but with long black fingernails. And just maybe someone in the crowd is dieing of radiation sickness, and just maybe someone is discovering a found anagram in the linoleum the presence

of a well developed parietal organ, or pineal eye in the roof of the cranium, which has all the characteristics of a charismatic spiritual leader, a viviparous Draco Volans swallowing coral telephones shat upon by goose fish and porcupine flounders covered in ganoid scales ancient xylophone sonatas frankly hygenic High G in Ich....treeless Kawasaki hinterland...And still Tech-gnosis seethes steeped in boundless irrational equations of paranoid revolution Saintly epiphanies of blue skinned screaminq trumpet haired jazz monks in full veiw of pedophilic gorilla flesh golem cannibals entering zones of rare exotic perversity and acknowledging each other with calm sublime nothingness like two accountants tipping morning coffee-house fedoras. Death to the creative arts. 0 but Gillel your machinery is showing, a small black pyramid protruding from your neck. Why do you insist on good patronage? Fuchs would on~~ align the physicality of the male moment the movement the fea~~~and pain and godless decadence of the severed double beard double stroke expressionist nangate nightmare shotglass ink spilled oni~hite purity Thank you. Shuchran Habibsi. These palaces you re~~e with unfettered grace are you too good to take away their~tl and whats more who says the city's taxes are too high for "~ Gillel you are glowing white your muse has not abandoned youtb&~eding idiot walking to church inside giant glowing robotic ~an face above a senseless meandering altar Orson Wells BuE1~~ves superimposed kinetic face structure speaking deep brooding..~liloquy the King's propaganda marriage to Kulchur mutate to Pal &~otti face with Amerigo Indian cheifs head dress begin the tech gnosian opera chromed human jawbones raining from heaven floating rings of 3001b pregnant women pews steel jaws shark's sonnet slithering on greased glass eels in bowls glowing red ferns sustained by Phoenician gardeners who understands this ragged haphazardesk moronality? 0 Gillel, drowning your sorrows with thoughts of great names your feet a luminous pattern of mental velocity cascading over lush black grassed prairies of green sunset electric happiness dreams silvery flying fish careen halolike round thy head their emeraheralding optical spheroids singing of divine disembodied ethical harmonies frogs a plague upon Nixon's wh

back into commandeered ruins shopping carts and women bearingungle. Sinis D'eemo disappears grimshod cream song slipped out f which is where he will meet and the steaming six-eyed green-s~d Xekk. For now we must tumble whispurringleemanic spiels, "Absuiinto the place of word origins the garden wall---looking uponit pulsating steel flesh of word-convoluted absurdity, fleshed out glass heart shatters sound of diamond nines tines five flipheat in glistening anti-vacuum from volcanines-lips in sin-theti~ake shafts of boiling aluminum be side hate reds entering paint~g draining through the white at the foot of an onyx wall of or~eation crowned with excessive in term thee skull off charm meaI+ds of hyperbolicity plex-tribe skins goad blackard to techow tech~lse disturbance decrees shapes breathes it barbarous sullied d~lesh metempsycho -desires only acrobats occuring within a suspen~d thou art holy-handed giving hole net-precision carved cube~ designs of earth-airing gold mabelonious precision yen and k~ glam-mule metabolite car to to equal female arm = infinite boa4ing wheels of macerated green raining boa constrictive into dum~ of the machicolated man's to the valley of mythic track hol~egimentationation to glapsize legless cybernegroid industripods nomological hitch head sleads braising them softly over eleclad cratering under vomitorium in Tugs-at-sea-dose of yule-tray-l lost in poundal-rains to illuminating thee dark plexigl~atory-absent Francis Quarles electromagentlemen who glide throji tendril lackluster only in shoes the cloaking of lightniltoddy me hot-doll extra polish plastitube holohalo giving thought)f my raccoon's tour-heart tuxedos that tremble into the tunn~mas hanging in submarginal the holy city of Zurich, birthnctorial glaciers of wisdom's directive abortion 007 BF overscae-blading in turbinate faux frothing architechtonic-water dymahymen whi-why-wheat tn-well with when the train had reached wise severed from featheredged left the train saying good-bye to ~f distance until I am smashed past a blue skinned elephant heade their keck-dead feet my blood wearing a grey tweed suit and hatkalian bubble-language is the red eye brooch with a black onyx p~car through the tobacco-tunnel

with mutant blue vines trailing~itehouse lawn where burning and into the chatter of living j heads in baskets emerk tab into an ancient underground cityfrom cows who true their cuds his contact, a maori witchman call;kinned preist of soundsundery back into the womb of chaos back rdity, watch it crawl along as the narrative fades... black shall not bring you peace-plasmaturion centurion of speedt of the infinite void-toroid barrier to obtain level one womb p through red fog dogs blown speech welds scorch through multi-s' be see played back environ phosphorous cattle shadows poppi~ngs on skulls sharply zagged hot lips of alien fellatio enuc~x bones the cumulus hate reds magnitudes cradled in the warp wa4s I won and fear black again blossoming with electron rubble-p~ocystic digit chrome molecule the weak perish in flames of ~pe art by metaenthusiastic steel as thy other-other body a~ered ark-scarved que-bed marl with keck-fabulous white metaplas*~ marble net pre-incision gifted Inti sanguinary bent kis~n kinetic marlboro carvings liquescent car it scurried on fa~onstrictor of cycling through ice over extrapolated wasp hiv~trucks hairy with urban lutes excretory lyncean mons-venusian ~es scoundrelled with floating temptation's moonlight sales pitchshuffling 20 ton steel steaks us nonpareil to sludge sounds r~romagenta electromagentlemen abundiencia's wet static gloryLewd-cid-vid-flesh hollow halo seeternal lands languish in po~ssssss tunnel on the six revelry the king has his quarta~gh on helium-fish zeppelinshivaree-appearence ad factum quo ~g operates the wet white quandry sonny rostrum bone C cull-ores of 6 wisemen with throbbingristle of social glauc~l as they have almost reached deferent interpretive space as thplace of Dadanapolis civic atemporal Titanomach-potency rusLn 732 ITEYE 26 true Icyclic pas half-action even tomorrow ntric swift Inneracting gone gravity spring sprung of why whys Ailinglaplap King Kamehameha body the fealty-head a question ethe sumo-wrestler and brushing upon the inspissate sidewalk under~d four armed humanoid midget calculates movement in skew for ~ a grey bowler with a ruby unseen force that drives my dudeen-ipil pinned on the front above Outside the theatre is a swarm

of purple-winged pigletnymphs like a dark cloud over the mirrored black William B. Shakespeare head transmitting optical laser beams that radiate out like a sunburst around his head. One can faintly hear Black Flag doing "Nothing Left Inside" from the external speakers. Leisure time has always been a problem in Tech-gnosis.

Adjacent setting:

A hipster in a chrome mini-VItol 49 Mercury replica hovers noiselessly beside a spider-legged Floral whale striped in various species of fauna, growing from its back. The hipster

hangs a specialized net out the window. Components:

Flower-cutting blade, rigid yet flexible handle and opening or portal, the flower sack, much reminiscent of a cotton sack. "Anyway, like the hipster starts givin' this whale the major Carnation ala orchid daisy-rose shave with the blade sack, and then the hipster flicks a golden triangle coin in an elongated cucumber skeletQn basket strapped on the whale and whizzes away in siliconicopticadiffusionfog into the distance." As he jets along through the chaotic causeway; (All manner of strange Vitol derivatives may be seen as well as biologic vehicles).

[BLUE LION VID CAM EYES RED TURTLE FLAME THROWING HEAD WHITE

RHINO HEAVY TITANIUM PLATING GREEN FLAMINGO DEXTEROUS LANDING

CAPABILITIES POLY CHROMATIC ARMADILLO GLASS GUITAR CANNON BLACK

AND RED ROOSTER SEGMENTED SNAKE TRAIN ULTRASONIC BLASTER GREEN

BLUE WALRUS MISSILE TUSKS NEXUS LINK-UP HERDS YELLOW ORANGE

ELASTIC SNAIL VID SHELL PRAYING MANTIS CRAWLS ON SURFACE OR

HOVERS]

Yassir Arafat, the witty vagaboid is a beautiful flying octopus. Shamir the clever trickster is a marauding shell-fish of glamour.

KNOW THOU THAT DEATH IS GOING AROUND AND THE MOON HALO CIRCLES ABOVE ALL CREATED BEINGS.

digging insects, the dusty boots, breathing through filter, dust in teth, the gridded mindscape forging tunnels, through the grey ambivalent areas into female cactus rape, She said Rape Fields. She said Rope-burn religion Injection. She told me to fondle my secret broken intuitions about life because writing is dead writing is playing with corpses fucking them sewing their parts together in different ways to fuel the buzz machine of the flesh that spirit is an iron door covered in bloody cocks and poorly scribbled eidolons of bone dust she said don't believe in me as she disrobed in the red moonlight denoument-khangar in her teeth braided nipple hair tits tattooed with gazelle skulls white honey running down her charcoal smeared thighs//I/I/I//she lives in temples eats Kali face pinnacles waistecoats of iron she is the iron maiden the rust blood water pump the mechanical heart its churning elation the big dutch windmills the wooden shoes the fallen archers the bone based scab-dike water ox harness whip ace carnival

canoo moccasin maniac Jean-Leon Gerome in a chrome pontiac hood ornament zeppelin Desert Diadem purloin victory saddle cake ridden by Mrs 1958 a sugary wild azure eyed vixen valkyrie coffin headed girl Halley Love ya! The oilwell coiled intaknot the playground sang little knives and petticoats unfurl the tawdry flag//I//I/I/Connive knot unto yeeselph ye Magician!! The laughter of the tech-gnosian children spreads via the eastern wind, playfulvioletbubblingwarmth and joy. It is a healing youthful laughter that separates the mind and the body and then slaps them back together with a sweet vision of proportion, of seeing every part related to the whole. (fat smoking hole) The sandal-foot sandal-bridge.... The rows of smiling tar-filled skulls of wisemen, for all this world is now is a SKULL FACTORY. Hooray, up with people! Up with saints, madmen, and wordless morticians with fumbling flies.... The thousand year Yoni festival is held at the slick red opening... is attended by dancing elves, bellies full of Catholic blood, the addictions, greed, hatred of fathers and mothers, the sensual murder of

flexogram the ideoplasma the squirtoplex wordfount nodulata braincore kinkphine the pressure of the marvelous meaning that unfolds synesthetic neotony.. paralysis in parallel with. To be sure.. to know. to be sure... to know... the hurricane that cannot forget the morning. where is the shining example available to those who trust in the wall is the waiting...for the dissolution of the darkside Krang the fuckmonkey in belly the armstrong wars to bleed with a drizzle of self flee to the hills What grows here is prurience and exteriorization...blah said the dead captain with earmeat dangling cockmeat scoured burn victims swollen in the afternoon angst the sun like Dali with golden warts sewn in eyeshapes around the nipple of a hydrogenated skyvulva vorrelent vital patron Swirl vortex swirl ! Crawl for the wiser tongue booth. Enter enter splinter glinter poll poll knoll extoll bawl . Toil withing these reactions attaktion reaction phlegmatic response to the vessel of description. burn through and into humanism with a denial left high by fakir beauties the bedroom of, Khafaje' is lurid detail itself. The bedroom is just that a room for fabulous beds. Red silica phoenix bed with a pavonine headboard of red glass scimitars. black satin sheets feathered coverlets. fat herb filled pillows ...a concealed cavity within the throat of the phoenix breathes aromatic fumes.. veins through the glass race filagree labyrinths of dreamcolors, iridescent bloodhues course and warm the bed... hot spiced wines available from a spout at the foot of the bed from the back of the enormous phoenix head. a negress odalisque, heavy lidded with ecstasy embraces a huge bright green boa fitted with a long quilted ti4ht fitting velvet sock. At mid-section the snake wears a solid gold ichthyphallic torque. a single silk braid serves as a leash to hold the boa to tastes. a golden helmet, not unlike a penile corona is a visual accoutrement designed to remind one of a spermatozoa, adorns the writhing herpetological concubus. The negress is oiled and nude and humms to an unseen rhythm as she winds herself in the thick coils...

to be respected and learned from... (I'd like to call bullshit on that) Enough of these reservations, oo bla bla bla you pee knuckle shit sucker warp drive concubine, my dear i do not fuck engines i do have standards, are you kid~ing last week 1 saw you pouring yourself like hot gravy over a hot V-8, well I have weaknesses i suppose o~ get real your a fucking hotrod fetishist, can we get on with the story, like anyone's ever gonna read this drivel. Right, get on with it! Now let's see... At first immortality in Tech-gnosis was regarded reservedly as only being understood as an end in itself, a sort of attaignment of a deserved divinity long overdue,(oh god not more naive backwoods utopianism) but as soon as the concept was graped and united with unlimited technology- ~ poetry of immortal being -O poetry of multiple vehicles, downloading uploading (the poor deluded eunic, when will he ever learn, trix are for kids) 0 vehicle connoseurship, 0 plasticity (jeez somebody give this guy a scotch) yes all this yes but cultural mutation too.. 0 temporal democratic caste system, but only the rich would be im.~ortal ha ha not so For the King is world experience world personality subjection to the holos rotation through human condition spectrum technokarmic nexus physiology guilt remai~der from the world dream Ah yes (what a zone case, he should've stuck to the hickallectual kitsch, this kooktopian pipe-dream is turning his brain to mush) corruption not much who could truly forsake the glory of the King, the feeling of awe control and complete (this is the kind of stuff a hick thinks about these days, sickenin' id'n it, all these Os and Ahs, I think these fragments should be relegated to the folk art or naive category, his sentiments are fairly recognizable but his emotional content is that of a ten year old) mastery of every single aspect of a reality no matter how minute a reality when compared to the universe. Limited access would propagate the beneficial propagandas... Mymymymy Sharona dududuududduddudduuduud What's the big deal this is just some shmuck's diary. No No No this is the most important literary work of the late twentieth century white male neurosis southern male the milieu of post-post-modern kelp nodes and the various superconductive Neptunes combing the waves for the dabloon encrusted skeletons of conquistadores whose flexible black pearl armor is the archetype of stealth, all this, is as the wind through the strings of the guitar faced flamenco tragedians whose rare Gibralterian gaze pierces all, wise eyed and happy saints, phlogistonic colts of sea-foam charging through halls of star bear bones bringing bright blue briny beatitude... 13 hours of solitude, lining my high-tech crow's nest with images to reconfirm the pattern of the universal dilemma, fragmented and plural I go naked under my djellaba into the Texas midnight reawakening this November to remember a shower of starfish fall steaming and glow on beaches of pulverized phonolite and dream of the sound, the symphony of its making. My men are even now rowing in to pound with silent boots over the beaches of unknown ancestors. The ocean making its offering of cups, shells walking, its philopenaic gift made known to the anemone of glass sailor ghosts whose sliced valgusian tendrils are an appropos ornamentation in the sticky fists of Hawaiian pillow lava. Vae Victis, copper keys pouring from the ears 6'f aquatic knights, hurricane kelp coins covered in blood, green falciform coaches sporting the cannibalized fins of the mingling minions of the seven seas, rows of waxy yellowed windows peering with soft light among the canyons of the blue abyss, the necrological submarine, Vae Victis. The subman swimming in unknown lakes themselves floating above the sand-heated salamanders of stone with propadeutic hooves of ocean-coffin-sweat beating lithely the bliss handles whose sextile cycle of the soup rises and becomes the spoon, the mouth, becomes the star-primed monkey breathing light, instead of water, becomes white with the burden of winter's profits, lies heavy upon the decision of the sublunar sister, and finally is transfigured to harp-glow-nakedness sliding down the fiery strings to Orcus through the oracle's eye-pools.

'phantastische' which spawned them. Oh, Democracy, What a trifle the human meat has become! A natural resource of criminal meat to feed and profit the hungry policy breeders of this brutality-rich nation. Our drug problem today is but a panoply of existential fall-out from the seedlings of ancient religion and scientific curiosity. From Borgia to DeQuincy, from Ludlow to Cocteau, so we trace a serious problem to a universe of constant substance, an ourobouros, if you will, a closed circuit digestive tract lined with chemical ressurections of the fallen angel, the proverbial lucifer. Heute besuchen Gator McClusky und Baron Munchenhausen playing titanium roosters en Buicked tittilagery. A black Citr9en on the edge of a reborn nihilism. These are not the squelched entendres of the culturally bereaved. Exactly, German and French, Imaginary and real, love and hate, and a marriage between the two, rational and rationale. Existent and preoccupied, Geronimo and Ann Margaret riding a white horse through the ruins of a debauched Smithsonian, where the genetically designed museum displays have taken over and created a sort of walled city, a Maginot Masterpiece, nubile deem-O-crazy enpolyped as an assasinated institute, ghost palace peopled with the thumping parodic flesh of electronic memory, alive with a thousand cloned messiahs. A fugue state of archit-cine' turbulence vectors, art peals itself off the canvass brandishing stark image-weapons moving in the half light of political decay and overpopulation. wax and wane in flux urbane, trace the mane of the chemical highway. a slow movement hand finger running down her thigh to pause at the kneecap and begin its journey back to hip. eyes tight precious furry lavender spheres plopping continuously from their sockets. DaVinci studied birds in flight. She scratched the place where he had once bled. The morning had been infinite, a space prepared for the smoldering remains of self, of being. Sand paintings had appeared on the walls, huge corporate perversions of the red man's craft. Aquarium columns seem to support this black velvet ceiling. These are the elevators and causeways of the aquatic elite, the merdass. Leading up from the unholy depths where they breed in the gauze

steric congestion about the Th

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Another hour of painful cliche' intake.
 
 

/Each marble horse was a war that mocked me a violent serenity like a crane's beak thrust through EROS green and tortured apple like cupid's ivory quill secured in adam's throat the blood of tenthousand shaking spears hurtled through the quaking air the shifting air blankets that wrap the lost and package the found and what is left of the brother inside an unwelcome host of angels with black halos and the tired hands of blacksmiths He is comforted though by the sea knights and the silence of trembling water bells and in his countenance a child walking past the pyramids of blue light his fathers sang of/
 
 
 
 
 
 

/She is good with whispers in the candles of her eyes corpses burn their dripping shadows form her words her odes like swarms of crows inhabiting the hollow tree of my arm beckon me to sleep footless in the knowledge of her path unable to follow upright

made his ideas completely suspect in circumspect: A deeper more passionate consciousness of the sensory world! Increased fertility of the senses! A swelling of psychic glands! RADAR! RADAR! An eruption of vertiginous freedom! The room begins to tumble apart, the boy's ass clenches and rips the genitals from Pierre's body sending blood spattering over his family portraits. Outside on the street clunky old robot Keystone cops are yelling, "Hail Breton, Hail Tech-gnosis, Hail Lenin, Hail Cybershit, hyperscum.
 
 

VOICE WITHIN: his spiritual problem is called "acute mania."
 
 

"These voices," I said appreciatively, "these voices- they're a kind of bridge for me back to the human world."
 
 

COLLEGE STUDENT WRITING IN HIS NOTEBOOK.
 
 

There are seven different kinds of philosophical relation, viz:

resemblance, identity, relations of time and place, proportion in quantity or number, degrees in any quality, contrariety and causation. I could not answer all at once...

I was conscious that my stomach was digesting loudly.... Someone in the class said: The highest ethic of the nexus is reciprocal concern. I could ~ voice Sudd on

Here when the danger to his will is greatest, art approaches as a saving sorceress.

look upon the march of time, upon the musketeers of Pig Alley, of red harvests in the savage night. This is Poisonville, an appointment with danger. Call Northside 777, gematria hematome blinking out I walk alone... This is poisonville grimoire revolver in your drawer shadows on the ceiling the state they call noir flashback narration from a time you can't remember unsure of the elevation as you push him out the window this is poisonville corruption the decor in a house full of strangers and the demon next door searchlights overhead you go hiding in a gulley dogs are on the prowl ,~:Lhe night j[5 angular unruly

big sleep black out blood ~ ~ brown Nick's starry

doubt hyperbolic doubt puzzles pu zles ~ for big vapid squares like you, she s~Ua~~S ~ throbbing lips.)

transparent fetish warp xom eisI,~s~.i£An~ houlders

fiction crucifiction ~ fission fissure surround the blank solar moment of the neurotic site of the decision the paraesthetic of the para/site the parasiticalogos feeding upon the absence or the displacement of its own nonexistent contrary scattering literature randomly into th.e ritual space inherited from the annexed urethos of the nihilistic orthodoxy the tribal afterthought of insupportable foundations held in a museum like stasis with a fixed substrate of axiomatic social practices sadomasochistic dances represented as an electronic wall-hanging a video tableau an idea-fixed object-meme in a gallery-state parody of the alchemical bedroom. And remember the words of Black Caesar: Et tu, Motherfucker? Et tu, Bitch? In na flutter of robes goes the gasman takin' his leaps lighky teemin' hard wit de life, ya mon.

The wild laughter of the matadors next door was keeping me from sleep so I decided to go downstairs and have a nightcap in the sushi bar downstairs. Out on deck it was hard to imagine that anyone could sleep anywhere on a hovercraft with engines as large as the ones on this trans-pacific hog. That's what it was called "The Hog", and from where I was standing it was making one hell of a grunt. "Clicked out to dezmondia the modo screw-pin slights its gumbroke treasure. Slippin' filch to your hasure ream-stoomed to bookin' squachizoid. Hap-zap a skratch, iddigetti glap, sole boon yawn solly 0! OOHo, goom rockin' cargo monkeee, sonny", said the aging schitzophrenic who was being hauled along by a gigantic negro man wearing the white and green uniform of the craft's medical personnel. The man was acting as if he were drunk, and he seemed to be singing some old barrack room ballad. Goal-E-yawn to the slashed backed plain, we're washin up the footsoles with a card-n-flacky dame. necro-o-sha-toolie where the vist dragsagamey in ho ho, to the monsters and gunga dinslider fopsabrushin', Ta'swile the betocker names me. tee-heee, laura lye-soap come with me to the islands, under the lure of pure enchantment, folly yongin' and golden mystery. "That's from mutiny on the bounty", I screamed with delight. The nurse looked shocked. The old man was crying with laughter. Suddenly, he broke away from the nurse and ran towards me in a wild straight-jacketed lope. He knocked me down and slithered on top of me and whispered very quickly in a totally rational voice. On the red deck there is a polynesian man who is trying to kill me for this. Please protect it for me and you shall be rewarded beyond your wildest dream. At that he expertly regurgitated a small shrink-wrapped plastic packet from his gullet and forced it into my mouth by kissing me with it clenched between his teeth. The negro nurse was upon us, picking him up by a canvas handle on the back of the straight-jacket. Unexpectedly they were gone, and I was left with a feeling of eeriness, film-noirish, vertigo~gyromanticism and the spy-trick absurdity of his grotesque mucosial kiss. I held the black
 
 
 
 

Things are in the saddle and ride the Carlyle headed horse shaved painted with photo emulsion and exposed to multiple portraits of Marx childhood to maturity and up until old age. The Carlyle headed horse speaks: primary unmodified forces. Over and over he chants this. And in front of the horse appears a twelve foot tall face. It is the face of Professor Teufelsdrockh and he screams: This Tecknossos is all void of life, of purpose, of volition, even of hostility; it is one huge dead immeasureable Steam engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me from limb to limb. Flatulent penises appear in his eyes. The spurt the words Herbert Marcuse in liquid onto the face of the Thomas Carlyle headed horse. "Sporadic," it squeals and races on through the ghostly face which dissolves in a number of vivid symbolic gestures much like the song of the Puf flegs hummingbird. The Carlyle headed horse disappears into the sunset in a flutter of Hank Williams guitar angels who sing of the crux of transcendent pastoralism...
 
 

Staatsgalerie.
 
 

Streets alleys yards porches whispering black cloaked ghouls with ragged umbrellas and leather shoes traveling through the conjunctivitis of temporal tissue. Banjos covered in bloody crickets wielded by oriental girls wearing silk blind-folds. Never kiss a gun street girl. Don't eat cabbage on Wednesday. Tommorrow we kill the mayor with Shakespeare's quill. It's a holliday, have a drink, a long slow slug leaving a silver bullet in the werewolf's heart. German soldiers smoke crack in the mist. Their superiors drink green wine in black lacquer stagecoaches bound for the Munich district. The smoke from their black cigarettes scratches as fingers on the inner surfaces of the yellowed windows. Heading for the Staatsgalerie while the disaster slumbering in the womb of theoretical culture gradually begins to frighten modern man. And the moon-calf

panic/ was striking at it/ film room explodes in/ the early evening fog/ to rapes and/ bronze green/ gathering so fast/ you've all got to prove/ boy matters to me/ things about/ faint flicker/ with five gems/ tough and curt/ and that's stupid/ pattern was to be treasured/ samuel scoldman presents/ master contrdl/ picture of the space shuttle burning to bits in/felt more than a little sick/ were impervious to any attack/ creeping in off the pacific /made a faint halo/ bad storms only two days ago/ in earlier buildings/ old frock coats/ halo around the red neon letters/ monasteries at taxila/ sprawling shape of the expensive cabaret/ members of the facade/ depths of the original appearance/ looked about in a desperate disbelief/ restaraunt at the water's edge/ pyramidal roof in two tiers/ tinge of faded red/ seen in the cave-temples/ sour, foul taste in his mouth/ where was his own bed?/ he could discover later/ immitation of wooden forms in stone/ surrounded by three sides of water/ in the buddhist grottoes/ life beyond the triple towers/ no silken night-robe/ with the lights of the city/ ommitted the future of Jerusalem/ a shimmering backdrop/ we have to crawl before we walk/ El Dorado was mostly glass walls/ able to book/ grove decorating the ruined stupa/ lantern roof/ siva temple/forbidding wilderness twisted/ had a yellow tinge/ faint scrape of sound/ history crowded into his mind/ montage of all the horror tapes/palace intrigues/week after week/ right to the throne/ line-up of talent that read like a show-business directory/ two illegitimate lines/ close enough to Los Angeles/faint beams of half-light/ long discounted/ study what lay about him/ in earlier buidings/ reached the doorway and froze/ learned alot in combat training/ gray box with simple furniture/called it the crime of the century/ neat and black in the evening/ letting him have that experience/ belt he no longer wore/ sun deck/ color and beauty he had always known/ Such a comely opponent will be a joy to war with, Andy thought absurdly. The total effect of the flourescent azure and dull black of the anodized, and indeed, customized, equipment, belied a refined class of assasin; and the effect of the clown face