Hear-ye! Hear-ye! Extra! Extra! The news is out there for all to wear like a sweaty revelation an almost sudden realization like a seething ejaculation: La-dies and Gen-ital-men! ..Satan has won.. the by-election! a land slide ride to cease all authority with an absolute majority in a silent auction.. all the blue votes lay ratteling in a red box.
Prophets and pundits complain and speculate arch-angles resign enmass in a flush of roaring outrage! Campaign groupies celebrate and decorate the stage as God auto-self-destructs imploding in an aweful bout of ironically vainful vain and eternal emphatic shame.. Joining us today.. Live! from J-Day.. our Correspondent: "Thank you transpondent, the jury is out today and faithful all despondent as the Lord quips in a short-but-sweet victory speech, 'Wh-at is tha po-int of staging a battle of Goood v. Ev-il? Wh-a-t is the poi-nt!? of right, wrong, pleasure, and sin if bo-oring were always to win??' Crowd bursts out into laughter, masses cheer in vileful rapture...
- texts to be subjugated - commandments subverted - values all inverted - new clauses to be insterted - all apostles terminated - the obedient excommunicated - scoundrels to be cannonized - and faithful all deamonized
Parliment and cabintets lay dead and disolved as a new day has dawned another old chapter finally re-opened and politikal future has changed forever history to be rewritten and repeatedly overwritten, with bottles of red ink, provided by our sponsor, and major campaign funder, The Everlasting Ink Drink.. Your correspondent, reporting live, today from the scene at J-Day.. Back to you Transpondent?" Stay tuned now, and hang around for a fresh round of devlishly seductive, and completley addictive refreshing and entertaining **A Mellenia-Long Commercial-Break** inducing you to buy more of all the stuff we've sold you before followed (if you survive) by Larry King Live! where joining us is a pannel of experts of Good-Bad, Good-Evil, welcoming you all to this fair festival called "Hell" with an engaging discussion on the future of Divinity for the rest of eternity... Thank you for staying and watching, and don't even think of switching ...this is of course... Your One And Only Source of News, Views, and Information --Your Favorite Transmission-- --On All of Hell-a-Vision--
mass of the prevalent,
ever-slow lengthening of the
s h a d o w o f t h e f u t u r e
further into that eternal dusk of days
days, brutal, senseless days to come forever...
Grips your gaze as it succumbs to that mouth
of the cave of the old man of the mountain--
mouth-wide-open in awe-gripping-encaptivation
flashes of debaucherous pleasures of all flavors
allure of that sinful pit of all those lesser gods
gaping deep into the realm of the fantastical
in a haze of smoke, the eternity of the moment
careless words softly whispered into the mind
always around to envelop entice and remind
deceptive embraces of bodily fragrances--
memory-flashbacks from countless unlived lives
The blue flame of life blinks on in a flash of all colors!
The box sits and emits.. an absurd pandemonium
transmissions of wavelengths, and frequencies
tuning in and out of each other, streaming
into the mass of nerves inside my head
coming together in images, sounds
-- immediately recognizable
shapes and syllables --
deep into the voids of
of imagery woven through
words, words draped in images
brilliant visages of endless carnage
having to want -salacious--dreaming-
wanting to have and wanting some more.
mindless impulses filled with carnal cravings
broadcast LIVE from the gutters of man-made filth..
seeping deeper and deeper into the layers of thought.
Numbs the body, numbs the mind, gobbled in haste
and swallowed down, the chains of endless excess
all the fetters of bleeding-killing-sweating-
excreting out my remains and all else that is left-
all gulped up, washed down with a sweet flood of oil
"You were waiting for this all along, weren't you?"
slip into me now.. a slip of the mind like a slip of
the donge... slide into me.. deep down into me
so I can be torn apart and be bled away utterly
in peace, because the lights are out and I am
sweating beads that trickle down the lids and
sting my eyes. I am only alive, I will leave politely...
I promise. Just wait a while, let the mahogany
night fill up within me, and all around me..
(only a meager part of it), simply able to
completely be drowned in perception
awe-stricken in its entirety
appreciating all of it
as it ever-so-slowly