Severed B N O W 6 M X K Y n+1 B+1 Q Chapter 43 Z-G fin

chapter 43

to retain one's head

formula for not letting the head of N be cut off in
the necropolis

I am the Great one, son of the great one,
the Fiery one, son of the Fiery one,
To whom his head was given after having
been cut off.
The head of Osiris shall not be
taken from him,
My head shall not be taken from me!
I am risen, renewed, refreshed,
I am Osiris!


At the base of a long rectangular blue wall, at
a corner, where the blue wall met the red
wall hung a small picture some four and 1/2
inches from the black stone floor.

The image depicts in some detail a stylized
vignette of Breton and Dali. Breton is
portrayed as a sort of Mayan Warrior wearing
a feather-bearded Karl Marx fetish Headress
and long cape made from accordion parts
which drags behind him. The rest of his
person is naked with the exception of an
albino bat used as a braguette, or cod-piece.
Breton is holding up a long stone pole with a
golden rooster head at its crown whose
comb is sharpened to serve as a blade. Dali
appears as an Aztec hermaphrodite
coccooned in green parrot feathers looking
much like a priest/berdache yet wearing a
very campy sea-urchin brasier. Breton's
speech bubble reads: NO MORE SHIT STAINS,
AVIDA DOLLARS!

but then every little house has its shrines, and some
shrines have their little spirit houses....

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WHO IS GAME TO DECIPHER THE BLACK
TRILOBYTE'S RIDDLE?

invisible sky rotates on houses kinked up in a fiery moon, a
radiant charade. the most modern buffoonery is that which is
ordained.

FETISH SACRED NAVEL WARLOCK
COLOR BECOMES CREATURE CROSS-LEGGED
FEAR REMAINS THE MOTOR OF THE HOLE
1955 O REVEALING NYMPH WORLDS

as two of the eight eggs move up into her, and begin to dissolve,
the color of her form begins to lose its original hue, and
becomes a more silvery tint of crimson. when the fluid kinesic
creature has become opaque and silvery red, she rises to sit
cross-legged on the white velvet oval, an ellipse, an oracle's
divan, the flattened structural trace memory of an egg...

THEY TRAVERSE THE AMEBIC
DESIRE NECESSARY FLOWS
OOZE WHAT O PLAY O HOW
BEAUTIFUL THE MACHINE IS!
IS OBLITERATED, FAIR
MACHINATION....

revealing the smooth silica vulvaluated opening of our fair
supernal nymph sets to motion the cogs of a vast
machination, whereby worlds are formed and universes
obliterated....

CARRIED HIS FLOZE RITE INTO THE
DESSERT....?
ROPEBURN RELIGION
INJECTION FONDLING
SECRET BROKEN
INTUITIONS

oval trace memory opening of universes
AMORPHOUS IDEOGRAMMATIC EMBLEMS FASHIONED OF
FLEXIBLE CHROMATIFORM SILICATE FLOAT LANGUIDLY
FROM THE FICTIONOLOGICAL WOMB OF THE
MULTIPLICATIVE ISSTARI IMAGE, FERTILITY FETISH OF THE
DARK MANSION BETWEEN WORLDS, THE SACRED HOME-
SHRINE DEMIURGIC-PEDESTAL DISPLAY-CASE FOR THE
COSMIC NAVEL OF UNIVERSE ONE, THE LABORATORY
DWELLING OF OUR PLEASANT WARLOCK, OUR GRAND-
GUIGNOL WIZARD, CYBER-SHAMAN of the inter-amber
faced dream-phase, the right good and chewy Nod-
doctor Pi-nomad.

ISEEFROMEYESOFNEGUSIANJADETHECOLOROFPLUTO
NIANSNOWMYFACEASARDONICMASKOFCRYSTALLIN
EEMBERSBELCHINGNEGENTROPICRADIOMYHOUSEISA
MINEOFMANYCOLORSPLUNGINGDEEPINTOTHETHIGH
OFCIMMERIAFROMTHENAOSOFMYCONTINUOUSBEIN
GNACREOUSWAVESOFPRIMORDIALIMAGEFLUXINSCRI
BETHEMSELVESACROSSTHELENGTHOFMYDISKTHATIS
THEWORLDIAMELHELICOIDEHERMGUARDIANNARRAT
OROFTHEJESSAMINEFIRESOFTHEGARDEN.

on the spherical surface of the cine' oraculum, black
angels twist and writhe through labyrinths of
kaleidoscopic ecto-congealment veils, coccooning
themselves around the synaesthesian raiments of
screaming lights, which, squirting continuously from
helicoid solar chains, form momentary weavings, and
empower the fraying remains of spirit-craft, wrought
by the insect nations. the molten silica icons float
outward into the space of the room and attach
themselves, cooling instantly to the metallichilling
humm. as each one reaches the surface of the six
remaining eggs, frozen in place through a fusion whose
purpose is as cryptic as it paranoiac and critical, as in
critical mass, and ribo-nuclear ontology. it is necessary
for thought to accrete in structures too complex.....

THE CATECHASM
OF CLISHEY
THE CATESCHISM
OF CLICHE
WHAT HAPPENS TO ORDER?
ORDURE NOVA CHLOROFOAM,
THE NULIPARA NOURICE STRIDES LIKE A
FIST THROUGH THE HOSPICE, A KIND OF
INDIVIDUAL UNIVERSAL OF SEXUAL
DREAMS, A SORT OF GRAMINEOUS.....
NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM
the nudum pactum of
existential grief, or

IMAGE-FLUX
PRODUCE THE NEW LAD
PRODUCE THE NEW LAND

unguiculat
e
was it maureen o'hara in her wedding
dress of oblong rubies (crystalline copula
omega) that transfixed your gaze that
fine august day, or was it just (ouvre
potentielle marx) the incandescence of
thorium flares which inhabit the eyes of
(liposuction megiddo) this thornbacked idol
which first attracted you? it cannot
matter (except by) now, now that you've
grown to over twelve feet tall and
harbor a (i cannot yet construct cryptic spasms)
criminal desire to run naked on the
beaches of thrace. i stare at (production
becomes a false image i fulfill a reconcile) you in
wonder, pulling up the wagons in a ring
around you (a machines acting the parts of actual
humanity) to ward off the unfriendly
intrusions of the apache nation whose
(absurdity return to he had two long striped)
religion has returned to earth, fitting
snugly between billy (this is the granadilla
horns with tassels on the) budd's twin tholes
of reason and war. your long slender
thighs (of my webbed word war end and a wedding
dress) form the bizarre tutelage of
gasping desert boys who dance around
(gran chaco made out of coke cans) you wearing
pleated rain slickers and insane tongue-
flicking (of the faceless heart o o his mouth was
frozen) curio masks. i am one of them,
green about the gills, hot about (o tete-
beche of into a smile like a king) the crotch, and
wishing you, karen miktwickenham, were
the daughter (Siamese twin dipolar emperor
kwakiutl mask or the joker) of agamemnon,
instead of a freak of nature, from fort
worth, texas,(a synthesis of machines and he
carried a huge) daughter of a rabid ad man,
a cold art world snake who coils (an
embryonic government hornet's nest on the end) like
a venomous joke on the staff of hermes.
when ornette coleman (made obsolete and
potent of a o long pole solipsis) plays on the
stereo, you roll over to me, and i come
to you.(by a miraculating inscription o human's
masquerade) you hold me like a doll as i
give you my best miniature fisting. (as
with any record double bind as miracle statues) i had
no preconceived notions about doing it with someone
as(of conflict whether resolve i o
solipsis) big in the world as you are, but now i
wish i had. you are twice (it be written
photographic double is dobe glosse') my
size, and three times my net worth, and the table
which proves (filmic geologic biologic
bind sheets of fact)it sits like a newspaper for
bird droppings in the cage of a (there is a
question of miracle o and sheet of)bird
whose soft pliable beak produces the same effect as
the (result of artifact of statues o
fiction carlton o)fabled wimhurst machines of
olden times, and we go on together(viewpoint of
subjectivity masquerade sheets and)
sleeping like this, mother carey, petrels in a slow-
dragging (production of utility a humans
carlton smokes)fisherman's net. we are one
tonight and we reel with the ebb(of didactic and
auto-didactic with wry) and flow of cayenne-
rectum and jalapeno smeared colon. the stars can
(impact let this question spirit and
ancient)be caught. the forest is an island in an
ocean of garbage and(equal the energy to
process escapes colon) we shall never go there.
there is a chance that our love will (the
rearrangement to cup-ut into the garden
of the musee')grow if we chant this together over
vietnamese french coffee (to up-cup/word this
is the fire that transcends)and close-up
pictures of shaven vaginas: ictus icterus (to
synthetically trance-ends, trance-
sends)icosohedon, rictus ricterus ricosohedon. i
have always been a (variegate transgends
transbends over) staunch believer in fortuitism
and finding you can only enforce(and through
the discourse of a pallid river) such
arcane masturbatory conclusions, but i know the sun
will never shrivel all of the windflower, and if it did
where would our rat-pack go to dance, wilmington
delaware, with the zingaro thrash monkeys? i think
not, dear dear heart! we have always been in the
shipping industry and as long as there are blacks or
hyenas in africa, we will live the good life, perched
high on a pyramid of skulls....

AND YOU'RE FEELING
JUST THAT....
HOW'S THE
WHISKERS ON
YOUR......

I once again noticed his grinning face peering from the
window across the street, his head surrounded with a kind of
crimson nimbus. I don't think he had ever "seeen" me. His face
seemed to speak of a kind of recursive incipient Catatonia, a
neurotic immobility which might impose itself on him daily at
a regular hour, as if some demon were extracting a temporal
allotment for services rendered. I did'n't know the story. I
could say it was a sad face, but actually it had the quality of
being quite comical, if a little grotesque, like a mask,,
resembling Dzonkua the sea hag a bit, or perhaps a
hungarian shaman's mask. Perhaps it is just the imperfection
of glass, or a greater perfection... I quietly went back to my
desk beyond the nurse's view to continue writing or
scribbling obsessively on the pages I had already typed.
Writing is a kind of catatonia. Sitting perfectly still,
the key stuck in my back is wound up and I
begin:

I caress your long mad
breasts, but only my
arm is visible jutting
from a rubber socket
on the side of my
seamless chrome
spheroid prison. I can
feel the foetal
monkeys in your
translucent lips that
vibrate at 8900 mghz.
Your feet are long
crooked fjords
peopled with robots
like cruise ships for
glow-worms in
mountain-goat drag
perpetrating turbo-lyre at the
800 foot tall Mentula of orpheus...

AND SILENCE IS THICK.
IT CLOGS THE THROAT.
MAKE THE POESIA.
MAKE THE GREEN GELATINOUS
PAEAN....

DIVERGENT
STRABISMUS
DIVERGENT
STRABISMUS