Horton-Scorton
Bluelighter
Willy Wonka, psilocybin.
The beard of an aged Willy Wonka drops to the marble floorspace, yellowed and gray.
This is the potent thoughtform of one King Gharret, ruler of both beast and plant. Our King and Protagonist has noticed a delightful and warbled correspondence between intensity/focus of thought and a manifestation of the multi-limbed thought form into the space-world (via mind-womb and screaming thought-baby forced out of mind-tunnel/vagina).
A young human being couple’s sexual life and related emotional correspondences are greatly enhanced by the unexpected pregnancy of the female. The potency of the two is highlighted by the extended belly of the lady-human. Man thinks- “hey, my sperm can make more thangs.” Lady thinks, “hey, my tummy can make more thangs.” This self-esteem boost, brought on by appreciable space-time and physical circumstances, invigorates the sex drives of the two human beings and they get it on while the baby’s head n heart spark is ignited by the Other.
The reptile brain of Christ communicates hunger to the rest of Christbody. Consequently, Christ travels to the Nile, where he has the good fortune of capturing and bludgeoning to death a teenage crocodile, the reincarnation of Moses. He eats the crocodile, and as a result of this meal two reptiles are at dissonant psychic war in the head of one Jesus Christ.
The disciples of Christ can become as fish, and flop and ooze their way through fluid and slimy conditions. They are neither reprimanded nor appraised by the town-folk of the Middle-Eastern cities they bellyslide through, as serpents and as fish, and Christ himself smiles gooey upon their childish physical atavisms.
Ian Curtis of Joy Division eats a hotdog three weeks prior to his suicide. It is all kosher, and he uses condiments only sparingly. The hotdog brings him fleeting hope in the form of reptilebrain clitoral and oral massage. He does not succumb to the Christ/disciple atavism of snake, fish, and crocodile. Rather, he waits three weeks and murders himself in his anti-womb non-palace.
A teenage girl in the late 80s goes to the beaches of time with her three best friends of all time and space. Her current best friend, who is a pagan girl. Her best friend of two years ago, who is an African expatriate. And her best friend from 8 years ago, who is now a sensual man. They once colored in coloring books together as children. Now they transmitted, like viruses, sexual thoughtforms through the ether. The girl and her three best friends, who may yet be mirages, partake of the mushrooms and branches and herbs and liquids emerging in lifegrowth from the organically sexual sand. A gigantic phonograph suddenly appears and the smash single of all time and space, Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order, plays loudly and sounds like monkey howls to the ear. Baby and crone merge as reptile brain.
A young slut goose emerges from the goo of a cum goose orgy. Barely thirteen minutes old, the goose seeks solace in the phallus of large all-male gaggle travelers. She accidentally happens upon a clearing in the magic woods of Northern Virginia, where she is paralyzed by the magic thoughtrays of a pernicious elf. The elf has his way with the goose, but by and by the goose begins to appreciate what the elf, in all his magic skills, has to offer. When he is finished, the elf, who is the reincarnation of Ezekiel, runs off into the distant skyscape, where he is offered the moon by a trickster god, and is punished for his sexual misconduct by the Beyond. Meanwhile, the goose slut loses the dread paralysis bug, and abandons her semen-stained life-style.
Elton John’s secret black brother has resurrected the spirit of one Edgar Allan Poe, who opts out of having a non-corporeal existence on earth and instead possesses the body of a recently deceased insurance salesman, who had died as a result of being an insurance salesman. Edgar Allan Poe, with much alcoholic and Virginian vigor, demands of Elton John’s black brother that he fetch him a young woman to have intercourse with, and also several bottles of absynthia domestica christus jesus. Elton’s black brother captures a young woman from an orphan home, a caretaker of infants and youths. She has a red halo and red hair and predictably bright-red energy. Edgar Allan Poe intuits instantly the startling synchronicity of this wonka wacko event. “It is the reincarnation of my beloved cousin you have fetched,” howls the enthused and psychedelically drunk Allan Poe, who clitorally and orally stimulates the young redhead muse into the high-heavens and over the psychic edge into ego death. Wow, what a nice surprise.
The secret uncle of Bob Dylan working in the mines of a desperate W. Virginia mining town. He is a quasi-jew and also rumored to be the product of incest. A raging alcoholic, his aura is a transparent filmy murky green. He is the best coal-digger and a hard worker, and a family man in more ways than one. He wipes the sweat off his oversized brow as his reptile brain secretes various primal drives inward into itself and outward out to itself. The universe spins and stays still, all the while the river in his head pours into the ocean in his head, controlled by the cycle of the moon in his head around the earth in his head which cycles around the sun in his head, etc etc etc etc. Clearly, like every other mofo, he remains the product of this universe. Darwin’s indelible stamp extended. Everything contains the indelible stamp of everything. Everything is reflected in everything else.
The moustache has floated off the late-19th century businessman’s face. Wow, how vulgar! How crass! How profane! Yells the crowd of upper-echelon mustached bastards who sacrifice the cleanshaven businessman to the gods of finance atop the altar of $. Very very bloody, Christ.
A young black man is restrained by a straight-jacket and sedated with Thorazine and clonazepam in the halls of an asylum. He resurrects with his thoughtform from reptile and primate brain, with fish and Christ potent atavisms, with visions of Mid East deserts, and heathen phallic and mammary gods/goddesses, the body and soul and female form of one Sylvia Plath, who looks beautiful everybody. Then he proceeds, feeling very powerful enthused and satisfied, to resurrect the entirety, or at least the startlingly realistic likeness, of one Audrey Hepburn, just as she appeared in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. How marvelous! The amount of sweat the asylum patient feels gathering on his groin, anus, and armpits. Unreal! The amount of pumping thrusts inside his prostate inner-testicle phallic wonderzone. The magnificent preparation of his body for coitus. And what infinite coitus it shall be! He unwraps his infinite snake from beneath his garments using merely his mind, which he has been developing painstakingly for the past several years. Then he fish flops and serpent-slides and thoughtforms into Audrey Hepburn and Sylvia Plath at the same time, infinite and gorgeously executed.
The antique colloquialisms spoken by Thurston Moore on his way to visit the pantheon of Greek Gods, is being heard by the late 19th century mustache-wearing antiquarians and archeologists, who had painstakingly explored Greece, Turkey, Syria, and Egypt in the years 1889-1911. They are merely specters that haunt their historical/geographical obsessions, and they are very impressed by Thurston Moore’s knowledge of their language and jargon (he being a man of 2011). At the foot of Mt. Olympus, Thurston Moore fucks the ground and does a jig and attempts, through ritual and thought-intensity, to enter the realm of the gods in an instant. The 19th century antiquarians’ fleeting spirit-voices are attempting to guide him, but all in vain, for Thurston cannot hear their increasingly anguished wails. Thurston fails, for he is simply unequipped to deal with the spirit-world.
The beard of an aged Willy Wonka drops to the marble floorspace, yellowed and gray.
This is the potent thoughtform of one King Gharret, ruler of both beast and plant. Our King and Protagonist has noticed a delightful and warbled correspondence between intensity/focus of thought and a manifestation of the multi-limbed thought form into the space-world (via mind-womb and screaming thought-baby forced out of mind-tunnel/vagina).
A young human being couple’s sexual life and related emotional correspondences are greatly enhanced by the unexpected pregnancy of the female. The potency of the two is highlighted by the extended belly of the lady-human. Man thinks- “hey, my sperm can make more thangs.” Lady thinks, “hey, my tummy can make more thangs.” This self-esteem boost, brought on by appreciable space-time and physical circumstances, invigorates the sex drives of the two human beings and they get it on while the baby’s head n heart spark is ignited by the Other.
The reptile brain of Christ communicates hunger to the rest of Christbody. Consequently, Christ travels to the Nile, where he has the good fortune of capturing and bludgeoning to death a teenage crocodile, the reincarnation of Moses. He eats the crocodile, and as a result of this meal two reptiles are at dissonant psychic war in the head of one Jesus Christ.
The disciples of Christ can become as fish, and flop and ooze their way through fluid and slimy conditions. They are neither reprimanded nor appraised by the town-folk of the Middle-Eastern cities they bellyslide through, as serpents and as fish, and Christ himself smiles gooey upon their childish physical atavisms.
Ian Curtis of Joy Division eats a hotdog three weeks prior to his suicide. It is all kosher, and he uses condiments only sparingly. The hotdog brings him fleeting hope in the form of reptilebrain clitoral and oral massage. He does not succumb to the Christ/disciple atavism of snake, fish, and crocodile. Rather, he waits three weeks and murders himself in his anti-womb non-palace.
A teenage girl in the late 80s goes to the beaches of time with her three best friends of all time and space. Her current best friend, who is a pagan girl. Her best friend of two years ago, who is an African expatriate. And her best friend from 8 years ago, who is now a sensual man. They once colored in coloring books together as children. Now they transmitted, like viruses, sexual thoughtforms through the ether. The girl and her three best friends, who may yet be mirages, partake of the mushrooms and branches and herbs and liquids emerging in lifegrowth from the organically sexual sand. A gigantic phonograph suddenly appears and the smash single of all time and space, Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order, plays loudly and sounds like monkey howls to the ear. Baby and crone merge as reptile brain.
A young slut goose emerges from the goo of a cum goose orgy. Barely thirteen minutes old, the goose seeks solace in the phallus of large all-male gaggle travelers. She accidentally happens upon a clearing in the magic woods of Northern Virginia, where she is paralyzed by the magic thoughtrays of a pernicious elf. The elf has his way with the goose, but by and by the goose begins to appreciate what the elf, in all his magic skills, has to offer. When he is finished, the elf, who is the reincarnation of Ezekiel, runs off into the distant skyscape, where he is offered the moon by a trickster god, and is punished for his sexual misconduct by the Beyond. Meanwhile, the goose slut loses the dread paralysis bug, and abandons her semen-stained life-style.
Elton John’s secret black brother has resurrected the spirit of one Edgar Allan Poe, who opts out of having a non-corporeal existence on earth and instead possesses the body of a recently deceased insurance salesman, who had died as a result of being an insurance salesman. Edgar Allan Poe, with much alcoholic and Virginian vigor, demands of Elton John’s black brother that he fetch him a young woman to have intercourse with, and also several bottles of absynthia domestica christus jesus. Elton’s black brother captures a young woman from an orphan home, a caretaker of infants and youths. She has a red halo and red hair and predictably bright-red energy. Edgar Allan Poe intuits instantly the startling synchronicity of this wonka wacko event. “It is the reincarnation of my beloved cousin you have fetched,” howls the enthused and psychedelically drunk Allan Poe, who clitorally and orally stimulates the young redhead muse into the high-heavens and over the psychic edge into ego death. Wow, what a nice surprise.
The secret uncle of Bob Dylan working in the mines of a desperate W. Virginia mining town. He is a quasi-jew and also rumored to be the product of incest. A raging alcoholic, his aura is a transparent filmy murky green. He is the best coal-digger and a hard worker, and a family man in more ways than one. He wipes the sweat off his oversized brow as his reptile brain secretes various primal drives inward into itself and outward out to itself. The universe spins and stays still, all the while the river in his head pours into the ocean in his head, controlled by the cycle of the moon in his head around the earth in his head which cycles around the sun in his head, etc etc etc etc. Clearly, like every other mofo, he remains the product of this universe. Darwin’s indelible stamp extended. Everything contains the indelible stamp of everything. Everything is reflected in everything else.
The moustache has floated off the late-19th century businessman’s face. Wow, how vulgar! How crass! How profane! Yells the crowd of upper-echelon mustached bastards who sacrifice the cleanshaven businessman to the gods of finance atop the altar of $. Very very bloody, Christ.
A young black man is restrained by a straight-jacket and sedated with Thorazine and clonazepam in the halls of an asylum. He resurrects with his thoughtform from reptile and primate brain, with fish and Christ potent atavisms, with visions of Mid East deserts, and heathen phallic and mammary gods/goddesses, the body and soul and female form of one Sylvia Plath, who looks beautiful everybody. Then he proceeds, feeling very powerful enthused and satisfied, to resurrect the entirety, or at least the startlingly realistic likeness, of one Audrey Hepburn, just as she appeared in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. How marvelous! The amount of sweat the asylum patient feels gathering on his groin, anus, and armpits. Unreal! The amount of pumping thrusts inside his prostate inner-testicle phallic wonderzone. The magnificent preparation of his body for coitus. And what infinite coitus it shall be! He unwraps his infinite snake from beneath his garments using merely his mind, which he has been developing painstakingly for the past several years. Then he fish flops and serpent-slides and thoughtforms into Audrey Hepburn and Sylvia Plath at the same time, infinite and gorgeously executed.
The antique colloquialisms spoken by Thurston Moore on his way to visit the pantheon of Greek Gods, is being heard by the late 19th century mustache-wearing antiquarians and archeologists, who had painstakingly explored Greece, Turkey, Syria, and Egypt in the years 1889-1911. They are merely specters that haunt their historical/geographical obsessions, and they are very impressed by Thurston Moore’s knowledge of their language and jargon (he being a man of 2011). At the foot of Mt. Olympus, Thurston Moore fucks the ground and does a jig and attempts, through ritual and thought-intensity, to enter the realm of the gods in an instant. The 19th century antiquarians’ fleeting spirit-voices are attempting to guide him, but all in vain, for Thurston cannot hear their increasingly anguished wails. Thurston fails, for he is simply unequipped to deal with the spirit-world.
