SO-SO SEMIPRECIOUS IN YOUR DETACHED WORLD I step back thinking of life's inner meaning when meanwhile, the poor, tired airliner is jammed sweating on the runway. Can you imagine Northwestern Airlines? Ventilation? Negative. So passengers and crew all hunker down in apathy. No benign motives lurked behind the visage of the Flight Attendant who is as unhappy as we are about getting home late to her husband, family, and collection of Campbell's Soup Cans, Liz, dollar bills, Bianca Jagger, Andy Roach and Joe Clip--all purchased at 2nd hand garage sales and now worth thousands. After a long, long time, spent watching the new movie starring Timmy Lurie as a toxic zombie on the Jefferson airplane's silver screen, I came down, a rocket man, got there on time. I hopped a cab to a hotel near Corpus Christi Hospital, current resting place of Andy's neo-mort meat-vehicle. The lady cabbie's perfume was of an excellent style. Paying for the room took all my change; change is very hard to come by when you're an escaped Psychokiller. Within an hour after I had arrived Mario from Team B knocked on the door and murmured the password: neurosurgeons scream for more. Driving to the Hospital with Mario in his used car, fear and loathing in the Batmobile as vampires resurrected the dead, I set my mind to work on the problems of Time-travel through the intercession of a Night: This Sophie they called barren is the Mother of Angels--for the Gnostics, Sophie was She who had conceived the world. Day and Night; the shadows scatter as entification proceeds from monad to dyad and yet further levels of complexity, from the emergence of leptons and baryons from the quark sub-level to the appearance of life in a world hostile to it to the sociobiological hierarchy of genes/mind/culture. Any entity which possesses systematicity has an awareness. Love hides in molecular structures: Love is the only way to travel in time. Parking the Batmobile outside the Hospital, I found that our people, physicians, nurses, ward attendants, security guards, were well in control of the scene. Once the bodanon was in our morgue and as the operation was going along very well I decided there was nothing left to do there for awhile.... So I took off for a bar and got thoroughly descoobied on Mountain Fresh beer, cigarette smoke she is arising. I got a receiver inside my head. I explained to some leather-jacketed macho man that in my sex scenes the actual description of the hot nasties is accomplished through means of every sexual metaphor made by sects--for the Gnostic, salvation was through Knowledge. Sort of like for the modern scientist. Oh, rock on. I tired of talking to the guyth; they were more interested in disco decadence than chasing mystic pleasures and girly-girls: She's getting close now; I can feel her: a couple of sweet she-bops, nylon soul decadence in a mylar world--I walked through a strange light of Philosopher's Stones, sat down next to the two. "Hi, my name is W.C.Leadbeater and I'm an insane science fiction author; I have been writing this novel about an evil psionic entity known as VADIS, who radiates beams of psionic force causing mindstorms....Only the mighty slithering Slime-thing can save the Earth by burning the Creator, Saklas (which means Fool), with his acid slime...." They looked bored; I suppose these women weren't into vorkling cowboys as they picked up their drinks and left--I was gradually becoming aware that I had wandered into a gay bar. I was flirting with thoughts of becoming bi: Virginia Plane never had given me the type of relationship I wanted--mostly sexual; because of all this I was doubting my own sexuality. Who will decide, shall we swim? This is not Free Europe. Using audio ammunition I didn't object to bi love on a theoretical basis, homosexuality is a victimless crime, but when you've been a slithering nerd reptile all your life gays make you uncomfortable. No hesitation, not homophobic; our equation is all sentimental. Just then the guyth I was talking with asked me to dance. I stiffened. Angels on fire. And a sharp sword sprang from his mouth, and he brought trial and tribulation to all nations with the tongues of fire he brought down on them. I was suffering from a blackout; one moment I'd been frantically racing for the door and the next I was stumbling in the neon glow, buying silken souls that whispered to me. It's always tease, tease, tease. And the wind caressed my cheek. Stars in Her hair; I laughed like a victimless criminal: I wondered then about my own androgyny. Here I was, a cowboy from Montana trying to prove he was a macho man to Wisdom, the Whore. It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart. If you don't want me, set me free. As I walked back to the hospital I contemplated the working girls who yet offered me be-on neon beyond the fringes, why did you kiss the world goodbye? But the soul decadence couldn't overcome my fear of jumping out of windows. Church windows especially. The cathedrals all held terror in stained glass and tall steeples. THE THORAZINE POLICE LIVE INSIDE OF MY HEAD When I returned, entering the lobby of the tremendous hospital where tropical plants vied with sandwich vendors for space, I ran into a gestapo storm-trooper Amazon in black, armed with high-powered tranquilizer dart-guns which fired haldol. My mind was heaving, hallucinating--what a loss. If I stayed there would be trouble....You're living now forbidden dreams. Somehow the dreaded Dream Police had tracked me down. Even worse, they followed me into bed: The slimchick cop had androgynously small breasts, clear as winter ice, while her ass was magnificent perfection. Her hair was golden coils like the magnetic corpuscles of Boyle and Descartes. Her skin was Lovelace and Ivory white. She had a cloak of gold, eyes of fire, and as she spoke I felt a yearning for her body that combat rocked the terror of my mind. I fled from the vorkling lady cop, ran beside immense glass windows in an immense cavernous space, skylights showing the gray that precedes dawn. I continued to flee from the morning Madonna until I came to an elevator; rose away from her (lesbian?) pursuit of my lunatic nature, twin moons in eclipse. The glass vessel which seemed but a fantasy, ready to fade at any moment when I turned toward the heart of Phoenix; I saw the heart of Day ablaze on a altar as a sacrifice. I turned from the hallucination, but as I stared out of the glass elevator the skyline compressed into a temple to the Goddess Night, a church composed of urban lights. Dark angel wrap me in your velvet cloak. An everlasting kiss... The church was a cage for some primordial Death-force which tasted my life force like a vampire-whore before the inevitable Communion. The Dream Police were violent fury as the cop's elevator arrived a few minutes later; the vampire-whore followed me out into the hall screaming blue murder, woman in black, black lipstick and silver badge, my every dream of sweet surrender. The world became cosmicomic as she fired trank-darts at me, working for the count-down, but they didn't pierce the skin of the mighty Slime-thing. Bullets just ooze through my miry form. And wait until I touched her! I would show her violent temptation more fiery than the violence of her lipstick! (Not to mention the wild enticement of her dark velvet uniform.) We raced into the cafeteria; frantically, I jumped across the tables. I danced upon mashed potatoes and greasy spoons, equal rice and justice; she clambered onto the tables behind me--at last the Androgyne had me in her clutches. I felt smooth velvet perfection. I fondled her, caressed her, hands exploring the nubile bodanon of a woman who, had she not been hunting me, I would've married. Or at least gone on a date with. She feared me. She loathed me. And whatever knows fear and loathing burns at the Slime-thing's touch!!!! Ashes to ashes, a pile of dust fell onto the equal rice and justice. I had cremated the Androgyne with slime striving for...CONNECTION! upon dark velour. The Maggot and Oven crowd would've been pleased...and I had to get back to Andy to make certain that his bodanon did not fall into their hands. You see, I can no longer stomach the thought of throwing someone I love into a hole in the ground when Eternal Life is feasible thru cryonics. I thought of Living Sin, and a seed grew in my belly. # End of file Press RIGHT ARROW (#6 key) of the numeric keypad to load the next file.