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The Department of Linguistic Records

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Lanny Quarles (Great Skull Zero)

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NOVA #7

The word "holography" is derived from Greek roots meaning "complete writing". The idea is that every part of "the writing" contains information about the whole.

lamps, potato chip chairs, prim g bulbs of ocean coffin sweat sterling silver ashtrays, and in ~ is unzipped... (New thought) like on a ship, some sort of rudesigned as true cybernetic a life preserver with the words , a political organism whose capsule (obviously some kind of .ndatory if not addictive group table there is a giant neon of the entire planet as well EXPERIMENTATION LAB. scurrying ag devices. Through unification a special breed of technician crehyper illuminated nexus being with shocking bright red hair. W.d simultaneously be eliminated it, and remember the main aspecapacitous (0 forgetful monkey ability of the explicit lie to de bon upstata-sumo-slapping-ass of death and sexuality as telescopes could finally see "perverse/psychotic/neurotic" ciast evil empires out there in implicit judgements are meant ~ for the earth, a black shell. elements of the larger mandala ~s was imagined, and became a later) The parents of both the spy-world like a shadowy

is. With your shoes untied and ~d causing it to stabilize and about on your surfaces feed on ~ dimensional splicing, plastic, moon floats old friend and signatportal narrows to the size of identities in the intimate darknehead and begins slowly to beam in endless spiralling helixes e~ marriage into the void piercing a harrowing joy. Green King Kong I its vehement infinitudel and of marshmallowmushrooms. That's Z~ecoming the source beam for Jerne. She was never sure aboute fallen King of Tech-gnosis/ she looked, the further away th&n levitating orbs of nutrient the tinkling cavern, subterranea transmitted as well by divine wet slick rustling of thoracic fited portal exitting through a violin case overlooking the glow~deal two-dimensional shifting incarnate minglow alligators sw~ miasma of cathedralonic color o'clock black star time. Outward uses indirectly on the complex forrests of undulating metallic ~er wasps hovering illuminated transcending description. Eye; decode the fallen head of the radio-telescopes and the undecid~ to be drained of its complex of silicon bass fiddle with lase ial existence and transposed feed overlaid with ectstasy wa ert of gems ocean of jewels Crystalline Gillel pleasure ter e of the Kingi the King's head light flying machine, lower brai asma is a manything. /yet not control feeling the rush of the charged with the electron halo his external surfaces. Ectoplasm~ in the living bog of fleshy the glowing wiring connections y deAnarchoencephalo./continual millions of micro-input-output-soc a primitive ancestor of the music analogous to craft velocil amp per amp/Pity this lip in meticulous synaptic orgasm seq~/ a possible time displacement Negative organic participation. Puiad flesh moat garden of IPity in a smooth hyperfine function ou being and goes away face dark complexities to fully inhabit thman wearing lonliness like an issuing a purified revolt on ~r of both Isstari and Gillel Gelatinous schools of elongated t that an alchemist/Pity this waters revolving around a glowif orgyl is the vessel in which gelatin stingrays resting on the~ty not for thine good goblet Some lay buried there, with eyes the extent that a chemist is into the hypnotic swirl, yet staid its outcome for Gillel was

attached to the temple ruby heanillions of creatures crawling begin its energizing sequencel ancyou with hair swept back the ceramic, glue bones,/original ~res of flesh fondle momentary one of the eyes of the temple ISS while chrome rollercoasters the prophetic laser of the divine ecute the screaming opera of its vastness piercing its veils~sal flame roasting our fields electrified sperm halos,/thus bntertainment, Jazzatori, Vules the holographic encoding of th( the eyes of men. The closer cyborg space dolphins swimming ~y became. White eagle enters gel./secondary reference beam isn verandamarsh, clues to the marriage laser through a divertlm clips hanging in the vilia plasma melee pressed into an ~ng green amazon jungles fluid mosaic windowi Paper wood A hug~ft departure slash to five dirt death Ilaser-fin that focu~ito the nebula through floating lens walls of the palace of Am~ydrogen anemone in a vehicle with divinity in the distance to~ replaced by miniature mighty King Solipsis which begin*d staircase dance (hierarchy) informational structure of mate~ strings fed to direct spinal onto the gem-film plane the deres of solar trumpet chorus. infostorage plane the memory gra~inal strapped in the liquid fields furred in horse headed p~ activities regulating ship's truly a grave for this plane be ~nvisible slipstream along all of the massive letter I fountai~c tears rolling back through material living formlessness/ Citof his hair, stretching to birth and consumption organism kets. The tempo of skull-cabin shopping mine yet more powerfuty. Sheer electric drama fed besmirched by the goblets of org~ences of pen-ultimate control. reliquary replica of the Dr. Morre material Idealism congealed the King who sups at the table o~tmaneuvering all gravitational wrinkled and simple an old old e pure idea-form of gliding, opaque monaclel who is the fath~he edge of a human dream. but only a Father to the exten stingrays swirl in purplous lip besmirched with the goblets o~g red orb. Elongated yellow the mysticum works its will /P~ lakefloor of crushed rubies. hoardeth to give great gifti to exposed, in readiness to bolt the father of his experiment arving off the urge to remain,

parasites can be attached as o~ynthus. Lissome, light footed of the day is seen here lounging i dancing lickerishly to lights a piano of undead souls sutured t leydon jars. Giant hammer of the instrument, fanging his king black faced Chineses in and serene sonatas of ghoulish m on boys with faces tatooed withered veiled and shrunken ve on nobbled dugongs smoking sheets/ screams in the eyes of enly, "Dum vivimus, vivamus, in the wings of an orientalized eady seen the ducking stool glide in a continuous processi on the law of the Cathars," crane livers and gold-plated f e crippled old manatees some adolescent witch of mystic-masoc ts are now thrashing about Black queen, a parody of the bl dance./Sargon entered Babylon and lotus, blackberry and burnt ~y crouch together, chanting, to be mounted by the huge Foo-l~rome hand of BELl Green sparks in the juice of ginger root, rubare pelted by roasted bananas ears and armpits making eidolonteeth blacked with betel nut sacrement of her flesh, readyingthe Urartians had already had will rend her limb from limb asings/ A geechie Mulatto drum exotic "Thanaterotic" lust ritual the terror and ectstasy. The parody of a strip-tease where -en old dockwork watching the glistening entrails as a feathere~ to himself: I wish a tidal between her legs over her man~me and wash all of you ugly screaming in a maddening howl-s~etween mythology and rituall

to him it was only rotten and was

fund and world bank the chief vandroid at arms. He felt the in his basically rough and unholy ;er the solid trust in his own and democraticking real doomed 'grail as living camera) looks association conscripted unvictoriroque zoological habitat with red flowers atop the casket bef a large glass-wall structure one a sickened sense of experienonary "grundstruktr." Fabulosa unheroic Dead who fed the sex g~ntrusted to the grey skinned mortuary van sculpture in Stuttoi~al court, his station if you being almost like laboratory ratsrid exquisite details of his prices oil futures the button for ~ing the delirium of his own parts for the war machine langu~ place where lycanthropy passes bankruptcy atop our vehicles... ~dard curiosity and cephallic

Soporiferous bells ring in Olrnaments. Our vampiric wraith poets give libation to Dionysious,n a wash of blacklights playing powered from ancient resnatroni~gether in a skullptural parody dulcimer are played by Heroin s~ay through arpeggios of pain Pilgrim costumes. Dilletantish M~lancholy moans screaching from in a sort of "Schizo-facies'¹ arr~eads. Shadows fall in blue frail dudeens calling out drunk~the terminal werebat watchers dum spiro, spero." Some have al~tage where pale-skinned nymphs today in Mukden. "They are drunk~n wearing wreathes of spiced one old man said as he threw t~tal skulls as earrings. The bowls of spiced spinach. The p4-jizm, adorned as a temporary electrically, religious mud~puppy~ck virgin, smeared with pitch and like Tilgathpilesar III IThEchicken fat, prepares herself in the emblem of a hex./took the c~on, drenching her sticky form jump from their nipples as they bing the prikeenoopowder under by the drunken Maori boys their .5 of sweat and grue on the lips blue with spirit inks./but herself for the foo-lion who time to rouse anti-assyrian feel he rips and copulates in an corps joins the vigil adding to which crescendoes in a hideous old man is standing at the rottthe young girl uses her own strange activities cussing softl~ boa pulling it back and forth wave of neon blue krill would c~led hairless vagina dentata, bastards away Iclose connection ~ng of pure energy, the song

functionally to the firing chamber by a twin pair of tiny passages through which the smoke may pass freely.

IT IS THIS CRAVEN IMAGE OF THE BRAIN THAT WILL UNITE THE WORLD AND BRING ABOUT REVERSAL. FOR IN REVERSAL COMES TIME UNBOUND, AND SPACE WITHOUT DIMENSION, EQUAL FORMS GROWING SILENT.

The tails of these beasts are functional as well, to the effect of serving as the handles of the revolvers and are visually illustrative after the fashion of the coiled and rippling tails of dragons. They are fashioned in gold and are studded completely with inlaid gems of twelve different types of precious stones:

1.amethyst, 2.yellow serpentine, 3.banded red agate, 4.white carnelian, 5.yellow cairnqorm, 6.blood red carbuncle, 7.lapis lazuli, 8.saphire, 9.light green jasper, 1O.dark green malachite, 11.fire red garnet, and 12.rusty-red Edomite sard.

THERE IS AN IMAGE OF A BLACK BRAIN, AND AN IMAGE OF A WHITE BRAIN. THE GREY BRAIN BETWEEN THEM IS A LIE, FOR MIND IS A SHAPE.

These twelve priceless ornamental weapons were perhaps made to elaborate sculpturally a new pun built on the old adage of "killing time", or "time waits for no one, especially if they are seen to be holding a gun; to actually shoot time, to murder it bodily, as might be fancied, hour by hour.

BHU NA AS, GROW LOST BREATH AS SEETHINGS GONE REGAIN ~PLENDOR.

Possibly, the items reveal an obsession extracted from the lucidly detailed dreams of a sagely and eccentric artisan who engendered each physical hour, the spacial, and temporal subdivisions of a deadly analogical clock as fabulous ornamental revolvers, each one partly being, a component to the multifaceted metaphor on which the clock revolves, part of the mystic and erotic vestigium, the violent and potential, mineral and machini~, effluvium, the spermatic creative residue, the visual sublimation of the paradoxical binome; creatatus destructum.

AS OUR STARS ARE WHITE PINPOINTS IN A FATHOMLESS OCEAN OF BLACK, SO TOO ARE THEIR STARS BLACK IN AN OCEAN OF WHITE, A TROPISM OF THE MIND. The object of destruction as the dark twin, or obverse nature of a created object, and these objects exist in time, glorifing in themselves the most sublime extrapolative

the ocean-lozenge in the sawmill frightening the penguinsssssssss (altering their arrangement) the square block of ocean floatsssss above the whirring whirring circular blur of serration elationnnn at the fingered switch off for the penguins are suckedintoooooooo the ocean-lozenge being sliced into dread women at the doorrrrrrr with word scalpels for your pet penguin pleasures in the recoiling movie mist mystery sucks you into the vibrating stone word orgy flesh orifice of sacrifice your spirit or skewer the conclusions with a noose of operatic hand movements victorious at the channel crossing her little greasy body and skull cap. Abstract big band Jazz that never was, Phantasmagonorrhea. Ludicrous ocean lozenge hat on the fat breasted Germanymph. Lymph node songs sung in europaean lung harp follicle gavunden secundem mandalay Don't stay in Tech-gnosis. "I can assure you that in the future you will be trying to imagine the past." Skeletal brides ride hydracamels into cyclone of golden spiral staircases wearing pea-green flesh-wedding dresses. In their eyes the demon grooms bloom chins sharp as razorous stalagmites, eyes red hot, muscles like the braided wire rope of muezzin tonsil phwibulating into exoskeletal homosapienical gesture of thrusting human batwing into upward golden melee' of spiral staircase. Skeletal brides in green wedding dresses. "Hey sugar, scratch my back. I know you can do it, so baby get to it." Bold wives face sun disk. Plato's androgynous spherical man. (He dinna git na pussy, do he.) The young airline passenger, a man 23yrs. old, drinking whiskey reads J.G. Ballard in Kansas City Air ~erminal waiting for next flight back to Texas. At home, blonde beauty awaits with flowers, kisses, chinese fortune gum. He unrolls Jasper Johns American Flag poster, resolutely pins it on the wall and lay down to sleep thoughts of Ney Work new york swooming plain third nile violence in upstate new york waterfalls beside the architects boisterous summerhome/ cut in with orthodox jews haggling with Texans over brion gysin book in record gallery singalong party. Disgruntled hip hop disk jockey pours out ample flesh over airconditioned nightmare couch negro funk lips pulsating in grey room hierarchies of

traveleri hours pass into days and his skull empty and hollow like an ancient relic not even noticing its self, identity, or purpose/might still losel but he had known that when this began/crossing through the pass of the Two Horns/do not remember to clearly even now/have been under a mind-lock here/reason to consult the overdating just the day beforel had not deliberately exposed it/ was not alivel carried on/ unconsciously dredged up ammonia/ ice odd/ Pluto/ finned the murder of W.H. Pickering/tuning fork and hypnotic massage tech. led them to rebel outpost herel gone for seven hoursl name slipped out unconsciouslyl no deaths reported in kansas, but in washington/dredged up from the forgotten past/ just happened to be passing the door/ along without his interference/ they gathered a thousand light-years from home/ black coffeel in the shadow of a fabulous lamp/ parked my citroen at the hidden entrancel cast shadows long into the dusty street/ fading to chinese opera and strange brew mixed in persian radio tapestryl I thought you might need these/ louis kossuth at the humm of speculative riots/ paralleled a solemn codel hanging from a twisted sheet/ demanding his parliaments of pain from sulphurous skys of tragusl that was the case yesterdayl love to victor hugol enlisted at the silent stonel hovered in a casual empty waitingl alerted by the device that calls the crawlers/shredded pages out onto barkers of a starving menageriel my lord, you share the ringl a point where you want to kill someonel men installed modeled airl his moth a last breath/ forwarded all structures to moment of fast questionsl long ago/ realized the art/ finished with a grim forebearance of painl harmony in that ancient hotell able to make lovel slammed his suitcase/ the ozone salesman fished from a red p0011 the shifting platectonics of pale human conspiracyl his messianic mission left to rot with all the other failed worlds/ a sick twisted smilel gazing out into the chemical sky/ an ocean where birds seldom flew safely in a poem/ prisoners marked with holographic secrets unlisted files carried by the sick to the starsl around 1929/ were thrown out of work/ factory shut downl glided in canoos

dance floor squalor. Sleeping engineer awaits egg breakfast and slow antennae day lounging in cigarette mathematical heirloom glory. Young entrepeneur puts away tuxedo and various chemical champaigne charades for the day to sleep under lilting halo of 1950's paris poster gaslight back on jambox. All unangelic seeds rustle in furtive youth blankets, all congealed mirrors recede in technossian doom film, narrative lost in dusty explosion of contorted categories. Parade of vomiting gentlemen gesticulate in variegated repose. Play romance tapes, vermin of sideworlds inhabit greater light sequence. Samurai warriors ride robotic tyrannosaurus rex in kansas city drunken airline movie, slim harpo vomit guitar parade shower of skull rings fill vase of broken beer bottle flowers, indeterminate allegiances fondle dream of hyper-modern chicken shack manager, yong young beautiful existential mary recline in gorgeous bookf luid loaned by horny artist the black toad who reclines in hurried grundstruktr. degeneration of text ad zonic cue to next: Black onyx chameleon inhabit the red mist of hatred lounge-seething in basalt boneweb wall surrounding the oracle of hate's mire hole. The oracle of hate is a giant black spheroid flanked on all sides by aeolian harpies never seen in daylight. It fulfills the wholeness of pure ontological hate, dark pure perfect hate, as the King must give allow his emotions an autonomous and creative material existence. Undulating mile long Katanas leap out from the sleep-less equatorial slit-groove slicing into groves of human pain adding careless physical insult among the masses. For the orb, it is enough to hear their puny screams, pathetic little cries sending pink snake ripple of joy into the black sphere of hate. "As the corpse was relieved of its skin, the armless mutilated children of our grandfather's laughter smiled, carving empty symbols into their own bone." Waterfall of foetal human eyes splashcade over dry riverbed of forgotten madmen's skulls laid road-like in a dusty gulley downstream from an old factory, assembly-lining its scitzophrenic indifference, mass-producing Metaphysischer Pessimismuss, a product which easily infiltrates the stimmung in El Alamein

Mr. Charlie's underworld. Miles of cages, all the mutant races of Mr. Charlie's nightmare are rounded up and hauled down, hidden from the light. But the cages are a front, a fake museum of shame, a sham underworld ran by evil mutants masquerading as Mr. Charlie. The only thing left of Mr. Charlie is his shell, his tech, his antique paradoxes and inverted rhapsody. The only thing left of Mr. Charlie is his death, for his coffin is the world. The giant black man lumbers on singing lowly to himself. Black temples in his eyes, he watches the slit-eyed tier children fashioning creature-dolls, fabulous monsters made from scraps of different colored skin. With wretched wrinkly cans of dermal fusion compounds they glue the body parts together, their intent eyes figuring cuts and details. Usually humanoid, these naive productions reflect a prediliction, a frankensteinian obsession with bringing the life back into death, and with mutating in order to transcend, simplistic totemic animals, bird-people, spider-people, people with worms for hair and a lobster springing out at the groin. Sticking wires in the dolls makes the skin light up, they're alive, blinking, floating as bladders full of flammable gasses, weapons, firecrackers, poisonous pinatas, patterns dance across the little bladder-golems, dynamic shapes, religious in a slit-eyed world of terminal oriental and insect infusion, pulsing polychromatic, illumined, organic and figural, wall-hangings hanging from sticks held up in little parades, marching off towards the city, towards the tower above tragedy where the nine columns of culture sleep in the radioactive mummification of fossilized pedagoguery.
 
 

ATTENTION NARRATOR: YOU HAVE DERIDED THE ORIGINAL UTOPIAN SENSE OF THIS SECTOR, PLEASE REINTERPRET DATA AT ONCE!
 
 

Soon the children will be working on their dermal balloons in preparation for the Grand Parade of Tech-gnossos where floating glowing dermal balloons fill the streets attached to the artist or artists depending on the size (this is the closest thing to old earth macy's day parade available on Tech-gnoises). But

ulotrichous Udo." He turned left along the base road, following a string of cars past miles of open runways and hangars on his way to the technical school. "I'M COMIN ELIZABETH THIS IS THE BIG ONE". All wringing their hands before brunch, they found truth nowhere and, stumbled at the sidewalk, in Golconda...

I Left brown norman's paperback at the apartment with

thecigar-smoking neighbor; too much left hissing in padded

cell...I'm driving into the endless nights of leucocytes, of two-way traffic lights and red cells hang, glittering to bleak hilltop scatter-phrases, joined in the crispate, icy skull of a fallen CRYOSPHINXIDAE, that splashed gracefully, and crashed solemnly, then hung, livid at an invisible road-block of dryness, on the transparent airfoil of the windshield; returning to Love in a black shark, under the unquestioning slipstream breathers.

ROGER, OUT BOGEY, CLASS 2 MIG.6-CALLED OUT CONTROL HERE and

was unheard in the criminal buzz-cloak of the screaming monitor."They do not have the means for that, since they subordinate all~ their operations to the sensible conditions of intuitions and construction-following the flow of matter, tracing and connecting up smooth space in a tirade of pirated infomania..held at the window in blindman's ears...NOEL..black angels floating 'round the tree of science. OMMATIDIA

Nuclear scribble tongues in the silvered medium of distress. ..Photo damaged in the swerving highway. Naked wanderer on the umbilical interstate, innerstate confluent with the sick revery of the inverted JOLLY ROGER.. ANJA AZADI HAST... MAGAR IN AZADI XEILI GERAN NIST. QACHAYE BAZUYAN VA PAYAN HAST.. WHO IS THE CUTTER OFF OF ARMS AND LEGS. IS THIS STREET CLIMBING UPWARDS....Noel..eight hundred dollars...jumped on a plane to escape the monolith of the homunculush BLUES-Christ..halloween forwarded to victory log..notes from Roma...notes from the retarded cafe'...rising wheat...an old song at the farmer's heart sarge what is that weird freakin station were pickin up ...over ...who knows barker onleee the shadow knows...hehehe hhee tee hee teee espooky to niner cut the horse play weve got

downstairs, the war lover in the tomb of Legeia wearing the masque of the red death searching for the thunder rock, the philosopher's stone, only to become its servant at a seance on a wet afternoon, caught in a summer holliday. You risk it, you reach for glory as in your days when they called you the pumpkin eater. But now you have become the quare fellow, prisoner outcast of the islands, our man in Havana on a night of passion, the mouse that roared in a midsummer night's dream, seeing the naked runner fleeing the murder in the cathedral, realizing to yourself that men are not gods. Now you were the man between, no more life at the top, Lucky Jim, King and Country, law and disorder, left right and center. The key found you₁ the idol in a safe, he who rides a tiger through the heavens above and turned you into footsteps in the fog, showed you the deadly affair, made you a detective, made you point the finger of guilt at yourself, made you damn the defiant and cry, "The Beloved Country." Realizing this you broke the sound barrier which left you utterly alone before the winter comes, born free, wild in the streets, the man with the X-ray eyes, the young stranger, a white zombie while the city sleeps, a wild angel basking in the angry silence. You can't take it with you, you thought, when comedy was king, but, whatever happened to baby Jane. Oh sure, you're one of the victors, but wait until dark, you troublemaker with a top hat, talk of the town, there are tales of terror to be told; the case of the missing switchboard operator, Ukraine in flames, an unfinished story, but I'm sure you'll remember. The other soldiers applaud loudly, smoke cigarettes in silence, then go back to sleep thinking, "This will be a Summer to remember."
 
 
 
 

Lift your eyes to the thousand tiered garden city of Minraud, poison trellised labyrinths winding in and out of webbed horrific galleries of translucent alien spider bones. Faceless rickshaw drivers gathered under the neon kiosks whistle from tiny sonar blow-holes in their foreheads as the rain begins to fall. This

multitudinous orgasmic x-ray fossil treatises digressing to ora pro nobis ethos of edge detective to the subgum at jet tif of fed the edge into the black ack ack ack ack ack fire over blood red bludgeon flame black mounds of sterile warfare fanfare to the stare of votive emotive moloch molochiamania dripping rhythmically to the patholinear regression to the formalady of craving the moment after forever again into the blastula of pure reason rots off the handwriting of this individual. Pretorian pure witness sever my meanings the young lips aromatically floundering in blankets of cool white platonic abandon growing into fevered mists of stunning sterile exactitude raptures singing through pure crystalline tongue miasma of amorous emptiness nessy-necess-excess of volatility triumvirate of tomb messy scents voting in thy coal blackened nostrils jerking hard at the rains of bloooooo skew 'er aside allusion to nonexistent conclusions that only verify death into slag cooing coulomb cool loam chickens purveying yonder quillside sidereality son socked in wind my cup is strong lined with drowning word-flesh bat's heads eyes all never not seeing gloating like glue to bend all beaks inward in final symbophonical rumblingastroincestual louvres in the saline mixture exchange anal greeting exchange toes their faces dry and simply leave to show the gleaming countenance of skull shoes inthytiewhy you have never counted the rain droops backwards seven in try to skyline wine een skeet shoot with rubberlegged pianoangel of pearly lipped seamstress legs poured through the joy of an eye. Put your blade over the flame write and writhe pluck chicken underwater Liberace was somebodies hero voodoo overides America Mojo bubbles up inside the sterile culture of Hot Rods mojo HOTRODS grotesque auto demons of car-toons roll through jonkerian hospitals as unrelated details of partial systems of criticism smothered out by bongo drums alcoholic nightmares and cybernetic fantasies greed and miasmas of third world negro famine urban violence tech-gnosis never alone society within society within society ad infinitum parallax celestial absorption as billboard says shun Earth for stars time junkies

Greasy black asphalt men with hair like frayed copper telephone wire, and clothes like the fragmentary remains ~ iron-faced feng-shui-leqba-cursed negrocoolie railroad songs carry buckets of rusted ten-penny nails, stained animaldoroaring teeth, stained sawbiades, painted lizard skeletons and leather shoe scraps through the yellowed industry-furred lips of midnight's engine-faced playground where pale fish-scaled children ~n tar-stained coveralls play hide and go-seeking in colossal open-air wreckage villas full of growling red shark-toothed cogs and the naked skinless breathing whale silhouette hull rib creaking monoliths of former red rover red rover won't you come over the rails of rose-thorn crowns and sit on the right and holy hand of the steaming charcoal breathing Father, our King, t~e huge unfolded wing, crypto-al-sofa, a flaming wretched thing! These children below the road, below the urban city thing, th~se children with glass fangs and velvet capes like bats their topsy turvy sleep cycle sends out inaudible transmissions into the waking dream world causing it to reflect to absorb to be transformed to mutate

it. We find in countries like Tech-Gnosis that rural isolation, and with it rural attitudes have disappeared for all practical purposes. This solution is inadequate in the quivering subtleties of our mental cities [flEMON ENGINE OF AGRICULTURE, ANGEL TRACTO~, TOBACCOTOPI~], our immigration, our info-fractal size index, our methodological census difficulties, our imperfect correllations and oblique characterolgical elationships vary rarely, very rarely indicate any sense of regularity....
 
 

And the tree-house was dawn in Tech-gnosis ~-nd I dreaming in a little black bed with a little pot-bellied stove-lamp cooing and burning gently beside me was seeing the yawning just awake flesh dazzling continent drinking coffee all around stretching out for thousands of miles a huge breakfast, legions of eggs and bacon and sausage, milk bonnets and mexican schoolgirls smoking hand-rolled cigarettes on the track bleachers befo te school. I had been living at the domocile of my parental units for the ~xpression "to package and give", a strange tech-gnosian

to grumble. Suddenly a cocentric ring of thirteen gypsies forms around them wearing tortoise shell armor and peacock headresses and brandishing strange ironwood crossbows with even stranger projectiles, bulb-headed arrows that are fired directly into the exposed anuses of the huddled senators. When each anus is pierced a mechanism is released that extends six circular rows of barbed hooks within the rectum fixing the arrow fast within the flesh. At the end of each arrow is a cord a nylon cable that is now being attached to a vetical motorized maypole for a casual days torture session. Suddenly from down the street the Clark Gable Police Head approaches on huge chrome spider legs. Its flashing red eyes sending vocal distress from the mouths of the brutal gypsies who run for shelter within their wheeled barrelwagons pulled by purple lamalizards. The Clark Gable Police Head laughs and busies himself cocooning the thirteen senators with a thick sticky webbing that shoots from a duct from below his tongue. He wraps them one by one holding each of them in turn with his black lobsterdaw moustache bending them in half at the waist and wrapping them in police food webbing. Then he holds aloft the thirteen senators like a bunch of grapes and plucks them from theirarrowstems making sure not to catch his lips on any of the barbs...
 
 

"Break the new wood"
 
 

"In a mighty sacred grove, a gigantine redwood island in the center of a holy lake itself-surrounded-itself by one colossal donut-helix-wooden₁¹¹ yells a storyteller on a run-down corner in ancient Las Vegas Flintstone Amusement Park Pebbles and Bamm Bamm cola can Fred and Barney Rollercoaster Heads Dm0 Lee concertbills .The storytellercottoncandyj unkiepopbottlepoetwarrior he wears it as he walks, the Sunday crowd is gone, the children's smiles have all been drageed away, the sanitation crews sing bad renditions of cartoon themesongs. The robotic Dm0 ride is dark. The Rock Car Track is lifeless. All stone age activities are in a stage of conclusion. The storyteller cannot finish

universes this is the discarding of final causes on which all progress depends/ within the Nexus body but never beyond its boundaries./nature is its own standard and if it seems to us unnatural there is no hope for our minds/ The Great King the lawgiver, the lawbreaker, potentiality principle given control by accidental IThe dirt rose up and became mad/ celestial personification within the mind of "G.O.D."
 
 

Spaghetti-birth.
 
 

13 Hobo senators leave their wives and head for the temple of shame. Their sins have come back to them. their shady deals expensive wheels illegal seals and mistresses squeals squat on their heads as whispering swirling black and tiny tornado groves absorbing their peace of mind filling their neurological angst vessels with tarred and feathered thoughts of self-derision that dance about spewing black flowers and ammonia pollen legless transparent giraffes checkerboarded in white hot titanium ticks sucking the remainders away from their quotients of sanity legging these their tranquilities with tatantula paws up into black tornado furnace groves. Screaming and tearing off their expensive suits they run down Rouletta blvd. past spaghettibirthing genies with sidewalk lunchcarts past marble beetle covered skyscrapers past trailorparks for androids past rough hewn streetsigns exotic skin salesmen the ghost of Niccolo Machiavelli past barbarians philistines guillotines news machines hellenistic barbershops abstract pet shops and they take a 13 stooges left turn down Matthew Arnold lane a dirt road speckled with gold nuggets and gypsy street venders selling their songs and poems for a smile or a rooster whichever seems more genuine. The naked thirteen are pummeled with wet sponges and young gypsy girls run up to the senators who are barely jogging and attach baby alligators to their genitalia which flop about stiffening from baby alligator felalatio. The senators begin to cry. The gypsies begin to laugh. The senators stop and pull the alligators from their cocks and then they form a football huddle and begin

conceived of in the flesh /0 orgy of Matter bringum water to me eye bringum water to me eye/ with a human monadic mother who died after a mysterious molecular breakdown one night whereby she vanished into some ethereal realm of IMegiddo speaks in his sleepl non-existence decomposed in the twilight of atomic erosion Ithe words resonate in the empty penthouse off of gold bottles of glass sleeping concubines bowls of silver fruits and mead the great manna/ like the end of a lightning bolt when it becomes a chain of electric line segments quickly disappearing yet remaining burned/bountiful of bountifulsl onto the retina of the mind's eye for a moment Gillel was left /Lambaya sleeps here as well surrounded by a cluster of hissing lizard nuns who have broken all their habits and do not run do not hide their violins laid asidel fatherless for he was left in the reeds of a mighty mansion motionless the sleeping revelrous dreams of abundance profundance raised aloft never hard nor soft the pillow breathesl a palace on an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean near ~e islands of the pala

was home to a great seafari~~cl~ o~ ~

and custom shipbuilding craftsmen these /city seethes domociles of somnambulistic female cleavage lie neathe clouds of mercury mists of mesmer polymore polymore the greased buddhas of the nightl ancient secluded polynesian Aryanautical families followed a trade of gems mostly rubies and emeralds and worshipped the green glass turtle god of good fortune and prosperityl giggle to the lips of the yabyum/ Gillel was raised to command the mighty vessels of the island of the ten-thousand winds and he did command so likewisethe void and the fullness the little void below the hips and the fullness abovel Isstari was formed as a synthetic consciousness bud of Dr. Monad himself alone within a special glass turban homunculus IMegiddo and the smile of a freshly pleasured cityl the womblike cerebral retort attached to his head/midnight the purple curtain arises revealing the slithering countenance of the Queen's city moaningl as an early alchemical experiment in Texassatva on the Bodhie prairie after the dissolution of his nuptial singula?ity /The dirt rose

condoms. Their rotten green snot filled noses aimed at external propaganda speakers which spout: Justification is undeniably useful. Through justification man not only defends himself against tensions and anxieties, transforming failure into success, but also asserts his sense of right and wrong, justice and injustice. Often man's true beliefs are revealed only through theis channel (justification).
 
 

A little hindu boy skins a rat in a mexican alley. Black city hats sopped in toilet water. Somebody say: Niggah funk clap, big Carnelian velvet tits, engine rumble, fumble black into fornicating eye the dinosaurian shit opening up into the theater of pain my face fragmented into newspaper wadded into green long-barreled doctor's pistol, the quivering hand, sausage, the mesa holds no human, my eyes, no head, his hands were stained with beautiful hand-rolled cigarettes, my eyes, no head, whiskey waterfall, I'm plunging through the blue anatomical turnips of a hangover, codeine pills powdered out into the cold spring air, dirty dishes growling like the ceramic dripping canines of restless early morning cofees daydreams, the abuse of the daily system crescendo, sysop' 5 new bleatings of the same old purple sheep. You know what he wears? The silk shaman's vest and a hand-painted Mona Lisa ring. I heard he's bringing a guitar, a coupla girls, and a bottle of Glenlivet. I'm not much interested in that. Yeah, we're gonna tremble, tear the throat outta the night. He could never get over his astonishment. Maxine loved T-shirts, soft vehicle jellies spread on interstate bread and the temple of the Burglars. She walked around naked in the hotel room squirting cheeze whiz up her nose, with her toes

sentences like staircases to nowhere like the staircases of Saint Pol roux whose princess daughter was killed by the nazis not any life of mine because I couldnt steal a psychological narrative in tune with the life life has a way of being better than art if you listen to it if you hear it if you don't pretend to love so much if you know that soon you may be the one screaming and alone in the padded room when I saw that idiot orderly and knew I had failed knew I was the one in another's story who was a victim Qf his self in the chinese days the dragon lifts his murky head with tiny goldfish falling from his enormous nostrils like skittering jewels across a lake of other people's perfect glazes just a plug hole away from sleep in the garden of Nebuk Canezzar an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth Samsara is Nirvana in a record store just means one more purchase one more dope cut to play on your car stereo and the light in others eyes is seen through hospital windows why did I lick the windows in the dayroom why did I play pool with the cigar smoking man who had been poisoned at the grain elevator Hallucinosis Hallucignosis Myth and tragedy in ancient grease
 
 

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of Lamia, of Hecate, of Lilith, and Isstari. Finally she will be decapitated and her thumping heart sewn into one of the disembodied circulatory systems used to pump fresh blood through the mouths of the frankensteinian zombies who are sewn together to create living fountains of blood.. Hag-faced witches with the bodies of young girls fly through the air on precarious trapezes with the heads of horned half-demonkinder hanging from their ochre encrusted vagimaws chewing and spitting black trilobite pie onto waltzing zombie couples dressed in the most exquisite confederate finery, portraying a nightmare version of a scene from "Gone with the wind." In one corner, the huge hairy cyclops can be seen shoveling unnameable types of bones into a giant iron furnace wrought in the image of a monstrous head with the grilled opening at the mouth. The clotted masses of bones and carcasses pour in an unceasing flow from a huge ragged colon-like structure that hangs from a metallic balcony on the secong story where an evil kitchen brews a sickening assortment of cannibalistic delights.
 
 

Dangling corpses and cathedralonic horseheads.
 
 

The days and nights are unbroken /furred in fields of horsehead plasmal and the shifting city breathes its wondrous citizens /wedding of Gillel and Isstari/ inhaling them in as one thing exhaling them as another. Ispinning octagonal entrance vestibule is veiwed by Gillel the solid gold Insistraml The city is a mad cigarete smoker smoking up the people. with solid green brass eyes/ Corporate L'American Tech-gnosis is a bone grinding pleasure death.. /Isstari the solid red glass woman with one onyx sphere eye and one ivory sphere eye/ When each citizen is broken down /vestibule rotates luxuriously around a glowing stationary portall used up converted into fossil fuel or infostorage devices,/entrance vestibule extends to greet the couple who approach standing inside the monolithic ruby temple head rooted with pearly spiral staircasel used as research fodder, /anchoroots into the back of a pink viscous gelatin

mass Beware pedestrians of the world my dream will be made real in your broken limbs.... this is not dogma.. do you follow or dissent... I created this perspective, and you will find feeding here difficult

visualisation which involves lewd and political behavioral motifs exchanged in a Protean/Freudian elevation combined with pop acculturation and sexcessurrealist personology. Sum such nonesuch formulations of intuitive understanding gleened from the man's seminal work. And remember the words of Black Caesar: Et Tu, Motherfucker? Et tu, Bitch? Fred Williamson/Robert Williams (mute red skinned women with horns kicking back on a lust bed of red beef) because: "The revolution will not be televised." (And if it is the tapes will not be shown that much.) "The human body serves only as a set of very illusive program notes --it's as if the body we can measure is but a scrap of this program found outside in the street, near a magnificent stone theater we cannot enter," a head cut off, a monument erected high in our house. To idealize is to idolize to make an idol to translate into a fixed image for contemplation to turn into a monumental form to turn into stone the royal stone lingam, theater. (under the influence of Norman 0. Brown) The Uni-King's new clothes shelter the parents in coitus. Their writhings not unlike the snakes of Medusa's head, hypnotizing the audience with hermaphrodities genitailia I mispelled in the latent castration of triumphal actors whose bodies dissolve in erotogenetic apocalypses. The continuum of apocalypse fuels the revolution machine in the heart of the stone garden, a matrix of cryptic components hidden in the omniplex separatenesses of the consummated nomos, the algebraic stratification of smooth space.
 
 

This three-dimensional matrix, a genuine system by means of a creature, and not the creature itself, constitutes the object itself of thought and furnishes the conceptual tool, DiStInCtIoN between SYNTAGMATIC and XXXXXXX Stuck in the grimpen a slobberin' fool a gaslighter's hobby my crass knobby tool )associative( relations FEf iggg.8 THE TOTEMIC OPERATOR (stick man teetering on the edge of a vortex) a sort of conceptual apparatus which filters unity through multiplicity, multiplicity through~ unity,

wherever and whenever it wants. Mr Noir is used to the cerebrodistortion that will at anytime lead him on strange adventures into the spontaneous nagualic dreamstrata of the mind.

¶ A huge white naked bald man steps into the corridor smoking a cigar with blood squirting from his navel as if were casual, or at any rate, painless. Behind the man is a green skinned girl with blood running down from her mouth with a cruel idiot smile. There are tufts of black fur in a ring around her nipples, and one can glance things dangling and slithering between her legs like slender lavender tendrils, sliding in and out. It is a cheap effect, and it somehow reminds one of a second rate science fiction movie from the sixties. But this is no movie. The girl is very real and she clings to a blood soaked satin sheet which she holds around her. As the man loses interest in me he turns to the woman who hungrily goes back to her blood gorging. The man deftly parts the trachiotomy-come-vagina in her throat, and grunts something vulgar in a strange language. The girl is making a very filthy noise with her mouth and her throat. she is sucking voraciously at the gushing navel.

¶ Where does all the blood come from. Yes, where does it all come from. A plump-thumper vagi-socket linked into the hidden macrostruktr ov zee walled-in broad-heart. As the man begins to get aroused, the blood begins to stop flowing. The girl isn't missing a drop. Finally the navel shuts off altogether, and the girl grabs the blood soaked sheet and jams it into her mouth and begins to extract the blood with long sucking sounds. The man is grinning and grunting as he is about to spend in her trachiovagina, which is swollen and purplous, flexing with mutant strength, gripping with a hot throbbing larnyx, gulping with an everpresent greed and super-inhuman lust. The Man takes a huge and final inhalation from his cigar, and drags the girl back inside the room, turning to give me a smile before the door closes. [Megalomania is like a distant mirage in this desert of egolessness~ I notice that the man's face is plastoid and semi-transparent like a plastic mask. Underneathe It looks

¶ A flash black goatee, a pair of impote'-impeccable black wing-tip shoes, cliche', flesh, neologismo; these are the attributes of an undefined persona that haunts me. These are the items that hold my "self" together. Not unlike talismien or holy relics, these objects I use to invoke my "self", a self predicated on black fedora, black suit, black wing-tips, cliche', flesh, objects wrought from the empty black void and designed to call it. Sometimes when I walk alone in the night I am called Chordata Noir, the vertebrate black, not human, only blackness with a spine, a structure on which I can fasten tight the night to a presence that seek~ the faceless countenance of the absolute. This is not a source of individuation, but a quiet submission to the color of infinity.

¶ With the backdrop properly set, a story of sorts may begin. It may begin in a place where I ww', ~ hospital, an airport, on a train or in the hallway of an ancient hotel. It does not matter where it begins, all settings become confluent in the backdrop where nothing exists except the absolute, the black, cliche', flesh. Solemn guardians of stone create a recurring theme in this hallway of doors. Soft lights nestle in lifeless sockets designed to aid the blind who see. Patients, customers, travelers who move more or less silently through my dream. As the corridor continues the doors become farther apart and the frequency of the guardian becomes lesser. Soon there will be only a faint reddish tint emanating from louvered walls. A red glow whose movement is so slow that it ceases to be light and becomes a liquid, an idea that cannot be proven, but nonetheless exists, for me at least. Some have said that red is the color of lust, and black is the color of fear, but here, black is eternity and red is the will to sustain the blackness, the lusty little cliche', flesh.

¶ Somewhere in the distance, the corridor widens into a chasm, a huge spherical room where lounge the thoughts of the others, congealed into image which can be understood by the blackness and the spine. It is an image of heat, of motion speeding up