The Orgasmic Fishtank awaits you:A Novel Overture

Prelude

Drip, drip, drip - glug, glug, snort, sniffle - inbetween sounds of the
'Windowlickers' groans and grunts as they press distorted faces up
against hard cold glass. Trapped inbetween the lay lines, moving
biscuit eyes in rotation - the possessed monkeys watch with glee trying
to conceal their dolphin smiles. Serpents' slither, the lightening
flash of forked tongues as another wash from the astral waves flows
over cobalt sands.

Charlie Brant junior on the baseball field strikes imparting his secret
knowledge of the universe, for today is Tuesday. Tuesday in the
'Orgasmic Fishtank' must remember to turn the teaspoon anti-clockwise.
Tomorrow is Wednesday the god Woden's day. As Kevin turns he can see
Jesus surrounded by a ring of fire, he vomits with the ecstasy, green
bile smeared on frosty glass. 'Tomorrow is Wednesday' Kevin thinks to
himself - always remember - Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday -
anti-clockwise, but on Wednesday clockwise as because Wednesday is
Jesus - here upside down, imploding in the 'Orgasmic Fishtank.'
Kevin thinks of forever, as forever is a long time when you're gnashing
your teeth for eternity. He freezes with the fear - things are fading
as he dances with horror. - Something moving on the perimeters,
Goddamn! - He hates it when this happens. Bright, bright lights again -
NO - falling out, slipping away from the warm confines of the fishtank,
the sharp cutting teeth of partial reality pulling him back. Enmeshed
in the agony -the pain of being born once again as the safety of the
womb forsaken. Kevin screams - he's screaming primal screams from the
depths of his very being.

So we start this story, as every story has to have a start, but I'll
take you away from the orgasmic fishtank for now to the humdrum
dullness of office life at the very end of the twentieth century. The
'Windowlickers', bless them will have to wait along with the ley-lines
and the monkeys with their dolphin smiles. All this will come later,
I'll try and elucidate as best I can but you'll have to bear with me,
as it's hard when you're trying to explain the inexplicable.
Who am I? I here you perhaps asking - well I'm a guide, a mentor if you
like. You see that's how I became so entangled with Kev Dooley and his
friends. Me and Kev you see are really one and the same, without me he
wouldn't really be there but without him I suppose I wouldn't have
taken on this particular form or have the same personality. This said
however, I've existed in many different forms and have had many and
varied facets since time began itself, I am eternal, I am infinite - I
am the beginning and the end. If I have a name, I suppose you could
call me the entity. For now I must say my goodbyes but I will see you
later, much later - as the beginnings must now be begun