Feed the Moon

one day chief njiri and his gang of alien criminals came to visit
chief edem - they stayed
several weeks and had wild parties every day - on the last day of the
visit chief edem drank
so much beer in the morning that by the early afternoon he had passed
out -
it was on that afternoon that chief edem dreamt of a space ark flanked
by smaller ships -

tonight she had that certain chic, she admitted to herself -
her honey blond hair swept upwards into a cluster of careless curls
that rested on her head
- her sleek black dress fitted her sweetly curved figure to perfection
- the vault locks that
orbited the earth were picked by star constellation hands -

"aha!" exclaimed the guyanese art critic. "the vibration and shaking of
the bus made him
see a triple image, but instead of returning back to seeing one sun
once the bus had
stopped, he kept on seeing three."
they danced around the hole all night thrusting their fishbowls into it
and shouting -
"then herbert, estimate! estimate it in round numbers and put it down!"
-

this is malibu where the surf kings hot dogged the big ones -
- where mannequin heads lie on the floor of a deserted shack -
when the cry "surfs up!" is heard across the land you can be sure the
first ones on the
scene are mike, the multi legged metal man, and helga (who our readers
will tell you is
definitely a girl!) -
- their old enemies - the london powder kegs - had been put down before
by mike and
helga - but now and then they still tried to raise a ruckus . . . like
now.

the robed man pulled a man tied up with surgical tubing out from behind
the jukebox -

morris had been trying to get a glimpse of the blue men for years - on
july 16th, 1975, it
finally happened -
morris was taking a piss behind a pirate ship that was stranded on a
distant planet's moon
when he heard their hot pepper gum shouts - heat waves emanated from
their mouths as
they ran past him with magnifying glasses pressed to their left eyes -
by the time morris
had done up his pants they'd ran into the molecular forest and
dissapeared from sight -
"shit." morris said as shrugged his shoulders and strolled down the
road paved with book
safes -

he did some quick adding -
three beachcombers, a japanese fishing net, jade figurines stolen from
peter's room, a
filipino showing up at the volcano and now another fishing net -
it added up all right -
to one hot mystery -

character sketch: # 1 2 4 applebaum.
over the head of irv the nerve floated the rear bagger lawn mower -
illuminated hands
reached out slowly from echoing alleyways - with his white moustache
and neatly trimmed
goatee irv the nerve was very much the southern gentleman -

the ghost was sucked back into the hole on her forehead -
he heard the angelic voice sing again - he scanned the video game
arcade parking lot until
he found the source of the voice -

suddenly, on the roof of the building across the street, two buzz cut
blond haired blue
eyed men wearing raincoats with no clothes underneath screamed -
"we will avenge the death of arrax - the false king of razno!"
- and shot their machine guns into the crowd which was still gathered
on the street.

mr. ashtray put some ice cubes in a bowl, poured some salt from a salt
packet he stole
from the burger king on 333rd st. on them and sat down at the kitchen
table - it was about
all he could afford to eat nowadays - -
no one ever came by anymore - who would? - what did mr. ashtray have to
offer any
visitors but a blank stare and a pitiful slouch - after them reeled
gerald, by this time too
unnerved to formulate his secret terror. one thing at any rate is clear
-
"it is strange what coincidences there are in regular, or even
irregular lives."

there is no time to explain now why this is not a profile of george
mcgovern. i said nothing
more for some moments. it is, however, impossible not to wonder whether
it is part of his
own personal need to deny the implications of the premature deaths of
his own parents.
first the language. she smiled at him with an expression of the most
sympathetic
understanding.
"but there is no individual self that can die in various games and
sports, then, individuals
may use one another as fields of action, usually, in a segregated
arena, physically and
temporally cut off from everyday life."
as though one word had charged the clearing, the new men had began to
relax. though, for
duncan's apologist the best proof metal hands smashed the windows and
pulled the head
scratching scientist out of the car - his ten year old daughter started
to cry -

claudius zemo -
sat in the back of her parent's rakish ventura sprint - they drove the
car through the two
lane black top highway that winded through the lofty mountains of
california -
claudius had lost her tiny toy brain implant in between the car seats -
she searched
awkwardly in between sips of pineapple-mango juice from her plastic cat
brain shaped
travelling mug -

the snow sled under the picnic table in brian's backyard projected its
thoughts through the
prison walls and into phillipe's brain -
"on the night of september twelfth cut your finger with the broken
tooth pulled from the
mouth of your prison cell's ceiling, draw a pentagram on the floor with
the blood then
stand inside it and chant 'beloved astral servants merr and waan! i
command you rip a hole
in the very fabric of space and time and let the proud race of energy
beings from the
dimension of ma prusha create a cosmic storm which will blow the walls
of this prison
down and set me free!' seven times while simultaneity visualizing your
tongue being
mutilated by the hallucinations of schizophrenic flower vases."

john pinworm stood triumphant - his chest out - his teeth white and
straight - greased back
hair - after he pulled the body of the checkout girl from the rubble
-

thwack.
the cat o' nine tails connected with his ass -
ex nazi surgeons stabbed an empty room with rusty scalpels - apartment
buzzers and
microphone feedback provided the anxious soundtrack -
switched from machine plastic black to blood flesh pink burning -

there was a knock at the door - little polymer jumped on the couch,
pulled the curtains
away and looked out the window - she couldn't see who was at the door -
a few seconds
later whoever was at the door knocked again -
so little polymer did two things :
1) crawled under the couch -
2) tried to hold back the tears and be strong -

red caesar - the leader of the london powder kegs - sat on the beach -
he was a psychic
parasite who had to use his psychic powers to drain the contents of
human brains in order
to survive -
his lackeys brought him drugged beach bums so he could have his daily
meal of emotions,
memories and thoughts -
as al floated he was pleased with how easily his robotic body withstood
the rigors of space
- he watched the space cruiser merkaba's outer hull slide away from its
inner "passenger" -
within minutes the inner cylinder began to mechanically change its
shape - . . . folding . . .
opening . . . locking . . . - blossoming into a new and bizarre
configuration - finally
becoming a entirely different and awesome entity -
THE PLANET DESTROYER KNOWN AS CYTORRACK!

butler sat down at the phone and did a cautious check on stanislaw
-
judge cinchona: as we approached the crashed space capsule stanislaw
said, "quick! open
the hatches! i want to be the first to congratulate our heroes!" so we
did . . .
butler: you don't have to . . . i know what happened . . . in the
papers . . .
judge: (quietly sobbing) the uh . . . the cosmonauts were . . . were
not moving . . .
america's finest physical specimens . . . were dead.

johnny pinworm was pulled into the space-plane with an attractor ray
-
two naked men - hairless - clock hands for cocks - green skin -
activated their super
strength, grabbed johnny by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out
of the recieving
dock -

terry was very impressed with the faculties at the sacramento institute
- they had large,
well lighted classrooms, a good library, and a well equipped gymnasium.
but it was a little
room on the third floor that fascinated terry the most.
"this is our prayer room." explanined the school president who was
showing terry around -
"do you mind?" terry asked the school president -
"no. go right ahead."
terry fell to his knees and closed his eyes -
after a few minutes of silent prayer the 6'6" tall statute of a man
with an unusually large
head wearing a russian style fur cap which terry had knelt in front of
opened its eyes and
spoke -
"in the months that will follow your fame will spread rapidly. in paris
the population will
yell 'viva terry frayne!' and in rome the population will yell 'bravo
terry frayne!'"

wrestling ring - brains in glass tanks filled with a syrupy aquamarine
liquid sat in the
bleachers - inside the ring two humanoid robots with barb wire
electrodes hooked up to
their brains fucked -
after the inevitable climax the doors opened - desert streets - the
brain tanks were wheeled
out by grey meat robots - rusty prehistoric fish airplanes flew
overhead -

rufus up out of his rocking chair -
"i think you should go back in and finish watering the plants like you
were supposed to
do."
he showered arthur with pressed flowers and bright and shiny pebbles
-
arthur obeyed his father, walked back inside and picked up the watering
pail -
rufus stayed outside and listened to the sounds of the streets -
bells - clocks - elves mining gold -

"come here."
the homeless man waved mr. pacixx over and whispered into his ear
-
"i have to tell you something - i'm not who i appear to be - i'm
actually the flying lamp."
"the flying lamp!?! the world famous jet setting nightclub dancing coke
snorting founder
of saclike bodies inc.?!?"

sam farrow: character sketch:
sam farrow was that specimen of criminal known as the con man. he knew
all the slick
angles.

at the haunted hospital ice cream and cake was served -

irv the nerve walked down the aisle - it felt like the fondue fuel in
his bladder was about to
ignite -
his mind wandered back to what he said the other day to the kid he was
training for the
"spittin' contest" which was being held at the state fair next month
-
"one day, 'tiny', the time will come when you will be able to spit on a
hundred pound
grasshopper sittin' 20 or 30 feet away from you. but until then,
'tiny', watch out for the
man made of broken chair and table legs who stares at people through a
hole in the
clicking fence."
frayed wires and burnt out light bulbs hung from the insect underbelly
ceiling -
the ibis headed gas jockey noticed that when irv walked by his shadow
wasn't humanoid
shaped but instead resembled the shadow of a giant cockroach -

egghead sat under a tree - a ripened brick fell off one of the branches
and cut open his
head - a black glove dripped out of the wound -
susan rested at the shore of the drained lake - a floor of hundreds of
weeping salmon - bird
winged handkerchiefs dove down now and then and wiped the tears away
from the rotting
fish eyes -

it was only the first night of the visit and the men were already drunk
- sister vivant feared
there would be trouble - when chief njiri and his gang of alien
criminals were leaving the
village to go the 7-11 to get some snacks one of chief edem's men
accidentally bumped
into gloxo - chief njiri's weaponry expert -
interpreting this as an attack on him and his gang chief njiri gave
gloxo the signal to
activate the star bursting weaponry that would cause the nearest sun to
go nova and thus
destroy all life on earth -

butler soon realized that the word was around that stanislaw was going
to sing and that
the big boys were worried - but no one would speculate on the nature of
the information -
one of the statutes sitting on the porch noticed it was getting cloudy
out -
"i think it's going to rain."
"i must say! look! look at that cloud!"
one of the statutes put out his cigarette out in the ashtray that he'd
brought outside with
him -
"i've never seen a cloud before with fins! and two red eyes!"
"no! that's no cloud! i must say! it's alive! it's some kind of living
creature!"
it dropped suddenly as if it were looking for prey -
"it's swooping down! run! hide!"
the two statutes tried to run back inside the house but before they
could open the door the
creature emitted black waves which scalded the them -
"that heat! that ghastly heat!"
"AIIEEE!"
"i can't bear it!"
for a couple minutes the eerie flying creature terrorized the two
statues until finally -
"look!"
"it's leaving at a fantastic speed!"
"thank heavens!"

valentine pinched willie's bum -
"aw shucks willie - don't be so ashamed. don't worry - you don't have
to go there anymore
now that you have the real thing."

when the last shards of "unbreakable" glass hit the parking lot cement
claudius zemo's
family members came forth - still familiar - but also strangely
different -
mommy o had acquired to ability to speak the language of evaporating
rocks - daddy o
was now standing on a rib cage shaped platform which floated a few feet
above the
ground - and brother o came forth whistling shrilly with a craving to
mop up the spilled
clouds in the sky.

his name was chachi. chachi von trapp. a distant descendant of the von
trapp family who
warmed out hearts with their tuneful tribulations in the classic movie
the sound of music.
was there a heart left untouched by the life affirming songs edelweiss,
climb every
mountain and do re mi?

john pinworm snapped his fingers - "oh shit!" - he forgot to put the
magneto he found in
the cocoon outside his window last night in the fridge before he left -
a teenaged guy that
was hanging on the street in front of john's apartment building thought
he heard john call
him down - "did you just call me a piece of shit?" - the loiterer said
as he gave john a
dirty look -

- the space-plane landed at the jupiterian airport -
- soldiers surrounded the it -
- a purple carpet was unrolled -
- the prince of jupiter, nolan, walked down it until he reached the
space-plane - he
constantly squirmed and twitched like he was hooked up to a continually
operating
invisible electric chair -
- the space-plane's door opened -
- johnny was thrown out -
- his head cracked open when it hit the runway -
- tin ashtrays poured out of his head -

irv the nerve had to take a piss so he pulled into lam's food and gas
-
butterflies escaped from a real estate ad on a billboard at the side of
the road - irv watched
them for awhile until the pressure building in his bladder was starting
to force him to look
at the world through eyes of lapiz lazuli. he got out of the car and
headed for the gas
station entrance.

a pious hand - an electromagnetic disturbance - a violin face - a
landscape of monolithic
handshakes - like an ultra violet spectrometer - stacked ashtrays - pat
a cake - a broth of
stone birds. two middle aged overweight ladies with giant eyeballs for
heads wearing
cafeteria uniforms toiled in the kitchen of the satellite that orbited
the life sized fully
detailed replica of the earth which was constructed by a race of
super-intellegent space
faring tires in tribute to their long dead human creators (the original
earth was destroyed
at the climax of a thousand year war between the surface dwelling
humans and the hollow
earth dwelling nazi ufo flying humanoid tall blond haired titans who on
the verge of defeat
used a chalkboard eraser bomb to destroy the earth rather than suffer a
humiliating loss at
the hands of the surface dwellers - when the tires returned from a 100
yr. long mission in
dimension \%3d* to where the earth supposed to be all they found was a
cloud of chalk
dust and a white streak across the blackboard of space)

a large odious eye materialized in the living room of the apartment -
the unearthly creature
spoke telepathically -
"i have travelled an eternity across the universe seeking a planet
teeming with life, such as
this one! i am the eye of angtu! i have selected you three humans to
help me conquer this
planet! you three will be transformed into replicas of myself! your
powers shall be my
powers! you will do exactly as i command!"
layne didn't buy it -
"what makes you think you're so fucking tough!?! no fucking piece of
shit eye is gonna tell
me what to do!"
with fists clenched layne leapt at the fiendish eye -

the eye laughed telepathically and shot a godless atomic ray from its
vile pupil - layne
flew back against the wall clutching his smouldering chest - within
seconds he passed out
from the primal pain -
"do you desire another example of my power?"
dan and ken looked at layne - he was knocked out on the floor - smoke
rose from the
atomic burn on his chest -
they turned and looked at each other -
"i think we better do as it says."
"yeah - i think so man."

grandma anonymous looked through the balcony screen door and over the
top of the
house across the alley at a lead mask hanging on a nail driven into the
purple and orange
sunset sky -
sonny boy was out in the apartment parking lot behind the building
fixing the car he
bought with the life insurance money he recieved after his parents died
in the notorious
order of the star sapphire mass suicide a couple years ago - his
parent's contented and
peaceful looking faintly smiling faces gave off a queer orange light at
the open casket
funeral - some relatives thought they could smell dark caverns when
they went up to the
caskets to pay their last respects - the funeral was filmed by robot
cameramen -
grandma anonymous pushed the screen door aside and stepped out onto the
balcony -
wilted flowers in coffee cans wearily inhaled and exhaled magnetic
forces - a broken lawn
chair groaned -
grandma pulled a viewing device from the pocket of her faded and frayed
wine colored
housecoat - she looked into it and peered into the zone of etheric mist
that usually
surrounded us unnoticed -

chachi von trapp was a simple man - an honest man - a man who had
dedicated most of his
adult life trying to develop a skin cream in his apartment kitchen with
ordinary household
items like mr. clean and pepto bismol which he hoped would one day cure
uncontrollable
twitching of the facial muscles the kind of twitching that made his
father's last years a
living hell - chachi decided to develop such a product during one of
the many times that he
found his father standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom
clutching his favorite black
comb crying and mumbling to himself softly something along the lines of
"the girls used
to say i looked like george peppard - george peppard! - now i look like
a giddamned freak
. . . a giddamned twitching freak."
one sunday afternoon chachi drove his wooden car with his two mannequin
friends in the
back seat down a country road -

irv the nerve ran his hands through his hair and stared at himself in
the mirror - "i've got
to pull myself together." - he was sweating - "shit." - 2,300 volt
singly phase sixty cycle
a.c. - serviced induction voltage regulator auto transformer with panel
mounted switches
and motors - "what the fuck is happening to me - i've gotta straighten
out." - irv splashed
some water on his face - the excess water went down the drain with
cobralike speed -

"little polymer? where are you? do you want to go and pick webs from
the spider web tree
with me this afternoon?" said mr> musical note - lamprey arms
uncoiled from underneath
the couch, wrapped round him and pulled him under - when the arms let
mr> musical note
go he found himself not under the couch but instead on the planet ormu
which was located
at the outermost reaches of the universe - ethan mystery strode across
his study and sat
down at his desk which had been carved from the cavity ridden tooth of
one of the insane
space giants from the dimension of kuthumi, the timeless realm of
weeping stars and
paper-mache moons, which had been given to him by his best friend -
israel jones - the
ectoplasmic electrician - the huge carved tooth was having a dream
which was being
displayed on a television set in the corner of the study - electrodes
inserted into the tooth
were attached to wires which ran to the back of the tv set - the dream
- which was being
intensely studied by ethan mystery while he smoked his pipe shaped like
a child's image of
god - started off with the tooth being chased by winged sea horses
flying through a
smokey terrain until the tooth was trapped at the edge of a melting
cliff overlooking a
sharp and prickly lake - when the sea horses swept in for the kill
radioactive mouths grew
all over the tooth and opened up glowing ready to bite -
"in what matter primal one do you want me to fulfill your request for
aid?"
the primal one stood behind a wall of darkly tinted glass -
lady lanello - who had just returned from a successful scientific
expedition on the planet
laminate where she used a special ray device to transform the out of
tune piano
worshipping natives into a type of space demon known throughout the
galaxy as otto
lasler - anxiously awaited the primal one's reply - the walls of the
living spaceship shivered
-
"i am aware, lady lanello, that the star cruiser merkaba hosts an
separate entity of
awesome power called cytorrack. it should be sufficient for my
purposes."
"wh - what ? . . . isn't that too drastic . . . for . . ?"
"nothing is too drastic to use against earth and their infuriating
accursed leader, fredrick
djwal."
lady lanello bowed respectfully towards the tinted glass -
"as you wish, primal one. i am bound by the charter to obey -"

terry went upstairs and wrote to his sister that evening -
"we just couldn't find a better place - a place where we could breath
the strangely sweet
martian air."
for the next week terry watched the mailbox anxiously - he wanted to
hear it talk about
the gatekeeper of the martian hell - the dreaded fra-a-a himself
-
before the end of the week - friday morning to be exact - when terry
was chained to an
ancient pillar near the polar cap - the mailbox finally flapped its lid
-
"cease your fruitless struggling, fruit skin."

his landlady walked out onto her balcony - a hole in her cabbage skin
spoke -
"hey john - why don't you come inside for awhile? - i need to talk to
you about
something -"
john knew what she really wanted - he knew she just wanted him inside
her apartment so
she could dip her hand into his tributary and touch the crystal skull
at the bottom of it that
could telepathically recieve hieroglyphic messages from an unknown
source in outer
space.

"you must pay."
irv's arms were made of out of a metallic substance - boneless angel
wings sagged in the
shifting receptionist air - buzz saw blades in the stomach of the moon
loosened up the
corollary coolness - mrs. barelegged barley worked hard to get
everything for the twins -
"ron can gaze dreamily at the undersea vista of another world." she
told terry one evening
- "and roxie can take the boat and journey down the river of nooma
which leads to the
elastic city of the gaseous people who have conquered the evils of the
violent mind - the
gaseous people who pray at the temples of black rain." - the snowflakes
i saw were germs
from the bodies of the stars - "temporary insanity, of course. we must
take a charitable
view of it." - he was so overcome by the prospect he immediately burst
into tears of joy -
"i'm glad it's over." said sister vivant. but she had spoken to soon -
on their way home,
ab+kulu, one of chief njiri's men cried out - "look!" - and pointed at
a gem at the side of
the trail. the chief and his men stopped. "it's witchcraft." said
ab+kulu. "see that world
within the gem? the world of blue hills and emerald skies? of bells
whose supersonic
vibrations can send humans with a punch in each atomic fist through the
voodoo
dimensions!" - "don't go past it." said one of the other men. "it's bad
medicine - you will
get sick and die!" - "it is the people in the last village that we
passed through - they did it.
let's punish them!" said another one of the men - "yes. let's punish
them." chief njiri agreed.
hubert stag was always a happy go lucky guy - when he was single it
didn't matter much -
but when he got married to l.a.y.l.a.h. swan, well . . . "hubert! you
mean that to say that
you took a day off from conning insect men out their swinging six
record albums so you
could go fishing?!" - "aw honey, it was such a nice day and the fish
were biting - i just
couldn't resist." when irv and norvell awoke they were no longer in the
lofty mountains of
california - the dead surface of the moon extended before them - the
infinity of space over
them -

they stepped out of the car -
"how the fuck did we end up here?"

the owner of the shop looked as dangerous as a day old cream puff - he
didn't look like the
bold and assertive type at all -
"you mean you're only charging a dime for this cyclopean statute? but
-"
"tut tut my dear girl! i like to give bargains! they bring me in a lot
of customers!"

as he sat on the sidwalk and watched the street lights neighbors trucks
cars traffic signs
lawns shirts pants faces fences irv felt like he was lying on the city
on a bed of telephone
poles. electrical towers.
"she is not human."
yezigird prepared to jump in the stream.
"don't try to stop me!"
"you must stop - she is our dream maker."
yezigerd laughed -
"my god, my friend - do you realize i haven't seen a girl for at least
10 years!"
yamid al-turan - the man with the styrofoam arms - said -
"you earthmen are hard to convince - i will show you what she really
is. a glimpse will
not harm you, but too long a look could be fatal - i will tell the
dream maker to briefly
reveal herself to you -"
yamid al-turan: mzxm. rtw kyb.
the dream maker: rtw kyb? plg i+p?
yamad al-turan: t\%t! rtw kyb.
the girl in the stream closed her eyes - the deep green of a hidden
valley rolled over the
water like a fog and obscured her -
"what's happening? what's going on?"
"just wait."
a few seconds later - the valley green disappeared - yamid al-turan
pointed at her -
"look."
"oh my god!"

nail biters rejoicing - hidden moon bases - water distorted sounds -
frogs sucking
marrow from broken bones -
"there. that is what she really looks like. now will you listen to
me?"

major thor tuesday stood in the living room and looked out the window
-
the family dog was having a seizure on the lawn -
he held his favorite blanket to his mouth and chewed on it -
the sun was going down - a set of children's finger paints spilled onto
the sky - orange
red ect. -

"b - b - b - but -" arthur stuttered.
he pointed to aurora urania's v-7 flightwheel which had just landed in
the cottage garden -
it was the prettiest little flying disk that was. there was enough room
for two small
people and possibly a cat -
"no 'b - b - b - buts!'" said rufus. "get back inside and water the
plants like you were
supposed to!"
arthur loosened the nuts that kept his face fastened to his head took
off his face and
slammed it on the porch -
"arthur!"
faceless arthur stormed back inside the house -
inside:
the flowers extended their skeleton arms over him opened their hands
and coated him with
pink sugar -

shape of a guy who when he was a teenager was sick of being skinny so
he drank on
pounds of weight fast - the fun way - the wax man - seth - eyed up the
cloud of dust which
was rolling down the street - "that cloud of dust looks like nothing
but a bum - wouldn't
you say so, brother will?" seth took the photograph of his brother will
- smiling and
flashing his set of sheep's teeth which he had surgically implanted
after he'd had his
original set knocked out by a californian born rent a cop's
yoko-tobi-geri ball of the foot
kick to the mouth a couple years back when will tried to resist arrest
after he got caught
stealing a bag of doritos at a seven eleven - out of his back pocket -
the mouth on the
picture moved -
"ahd say it in spades, brother seth - ahd say it in spades."

count dante's full force nukite kick struck tim newcomer in the groin
-
tim newcomer - who often felt left out because he was broke - who
couldn't go places the
gang were going because he had no cash - who never had any money for
movies games
soft drinks and hamburgers - sagged to the deck - a mass of jelly - he
twisted and tore at
the deck plates with his bleeding fingernails as he died in the lashing
rain -
but count dante - the deadliest man alive - the undefeated grand master
of the fighting arts
- felt no pity -
later that night - a tin doll used a pair of scissors to cut the veins
which attached mrs.
invisible percy's brain to the brain of optiman - whose outward
appearance was that of
an average ormuian - but needed less food than a hermit - had the
strength of sonny liston
- and could run the mile in three minutes while solving problems on
sensor analysis in
his head - the sole inhabitant of khudd ozonta - the 2nd moon of ormu
-

the supper party at the bishop's house:
the earl of min min!"
the earl had delicate features with the etchings of years upon his face
- he placed his
finger tips together and smiled -
"take care of these half baked troglodytes!" moon commanded.
moon chin landoo pressed a button on his belt buckle and surrounded
himself with a force
field -
"yes master." the earl said softly - his voice had a warm and rich
melodious quality -
the earl closed his eyes - a computer screen menu floated in his mind's
eye - hologram
icons floated in front of the divine darkness background - he scanned
through the options
until he found the one that looked like a swirling tornado of green
energy - he thought the
word "open" and the option was activated - a mini tornado appeared in
the middle of the
room - it threw the criminals around the room against the walls ceiling
and floor and
knocked them out - the earl of min min closed his eyes again and
thought "close" - the
mini tornado disappeared - moon chin lingdoo deactivated his force
field and laughed
robustly -
"yes! our electronic spy devices hidden in the cyclopean statutes that
i have been selling at
the second hand store have enabled us to learn much about the strengths
and weaknesses
of the earthlings before we attack their unsuspecting planet!"
a car slowly drove past the pawn shop -
driven by a two dimensional man - like a life sized cardboard movie
star display at a
video store -
atomica spherica sat on his throne - a door opened up on the grassy
field of his
forehead - a tiny naked man - a couple of inches tall - striped like a
barber pole - a
trumpet protruding from his forehead - climbed out and jumped down to
the ground - the
door closed - with a voice that sounded like hammers hitting anvils -
the tiny man
addressed the royal court of ormu -
"the hands with steel bones originated from the angles of sam farrow -
irv the nerve -
malicious spinning pinwheel eyes - the broken clay pot crack in his
face revealed a
smouldering canoe inside his head - the hills were covered with flesh
mask faces pulled
over top - the triangular doors which led into the bruised rooms inside
the hills were
locked - inside the rooms undernourished toothpick arms and skeleton
hands pulled
sparking levers and turned rusty dials - irv the nerve
magnetized&;illuminated
approached the spider web which was spun between the sky scrapers
by."

the half human half robot cyborg from nebraska - otis t. dickhoff -
whose robot brain
gave him a mentality beyond measure - sat in a garbage bin behind wal
mart - the
cyclopean statute he bought last night in a brown paper bag beside him
- otis knew this
was no ordinary radio - his eighth sense picked up the odd electrical
impulses it gave
off -

while seth and will thought the cloud of dust that had just blown into
town wasn't worth
jack shit - some of the other inhabitants of the town welcomed its
appearance -
sheb "doc" mooney: i heard it always fights on the side of right!
the man who stood in front of the general store wearing a sandwich
board that said -
"our race has reached a point of no return - there are some among us
who would destroy
our very world rather than relinquish their power -": it's only trying
to prove that not all
dust clouds are evil doers!
underneath the extinguished sun - the moon cracked in two - christmas
trees knocked over
in a department store by a drunk father enraged by his back stabbing in
laws -

the arm on the statute of osiris moved -
dr. lewis barker raised the spinal cord which he had taken out of the
body of the turkish
yeti over his head and brought in down on to bart hugh's trepanned
noggin -
his cock was ablaze with murderous microwave energy -
cold water upwelled from antarctica -
low frequency radio waves
emitted from the.
crack in his.
ecstatic.
head.
. . . later that evening the painting of the bowels of london was
brought into the blimpo
burger's tasting room - everyone in attendance was required to wear
blindfolds until
reginald blimpo had arrived -
the meeting had begun fifteen minutes ago and reginald blimpo was still
in his office
watching the moon escape the earth's gravitational pull and drift away
from planet 3 -
the elderly man with hair the color of nuclear shadows sighed -
"how i wish i could escape my responsibilities to blimpo burgers inc.
just as easily."

("don't look at me. i don't have any idea where the fuck we are." dick
turned
around. "can you unzip me?" "uh . . . sure." a zipper ran from the top
of dick's head down
his back to the top of the crack of his ass. george pulled it down -
dick crawled out of his
skin suit and hung it on a hook on the wall - george was shocked - "my
god, dick! you're
a gorilla!" "don't call me dick any more. once the suit comes off my
name is integer 1 -") -
(the earl of min min opened up in the middle of the room a golden
yellow glowing
gateway to another dimension - one of the hoods woke up shook his head
groaned and
slowly opened up his eyes - he looked into the other dimension - "i
must be dreaming."
- stone tablets covered with what looked like alien heiroglyphics
floated in starless dark
space - "wake the rest of your friends up!" moon said to the criminal -
"so they can also
witness my power and behold my daring!") - ( young prince madok walked
into the
kitchen - his parents had already started eating supper - "where were
you?" the prince's
father snapped - "i'm sorry i was late - i lost track of time . . . me
and patient A . . ." -
prince madok's step mother - a plastic jack van impe halloween mask
covered her
mustached face - put her hand on her step son's shoulder when he sat
down at the kitchen
table - the snake heads which had grown out of the tips of her fingers
when she had
touched the strange green glass forest floor her and her husband came
across when they
were picking beer and pop cans in the ditch that ran alongside highway
number two
hissed - "now - just who is this patient A person?" - "oh! he's a
jupiterian spy! he's my
best friend! my chum!") - (a sharp pain ran up his whirring arm and
into his brain -
suddenly he thought of carothers looking at his watch - "he should have
been contacted
by the shining ones and been told about the ascended master by now . .
." - carothers
popped the disk out of abner's back - the beautiful lines of radiation
and webs of
gravitation abner had been watching with awed amazement disappeared and
his vision
returned to normal - almost - the mechanic's shop looked superficially
the same as before
he had the vision induced by carother's computer program but now
something about it
seemed unreal - uncanny - too real? - yet somehow also plastic - like
he was inside
some sort of computer program -) - (rick examined syd with his
microscopic vision -
"what the hell happened to you?" - rick could see the candle that
usually burned behind
syd's glass eyes had fallen over and snuffed itself out in the parking
lot dirt that swirled
on the floor of syd's skull -)

arthur looked up into his father's landscape - every day i went to the
communist mailbox -
buildings covered with blue green fungus - about half the time i was
rewarded with the
kind of letters teenagers write - still yellow algae covered water -
the kind of letter that
does not start with "dear sir" - lake floors of dull grey plastic -
suddenly rufus spoke to his
son - "do you remember last summer when we went to iceland and we
passed through the
town where the inhabitants lived in large stone buildings that
resembled oddly distorted
human heads and large larvae were crawling in and out of the noses eyes
and mouths of
those mysterious habitations?"
arthur nodded - but he could not answer - for his face still lay on the
porch where he had
thrown it -
"a what?"
"it's those vile comic books! he's filled up with all kinds of
fantastic ideas! a jupiterian!
hmmph!"
"really ma'am! he is a jupiterian. he told me . . ."
pops stood up.
"don't call your mother ma'am! she's . . ."
tears welled up in young prince madok's eyes - he got up to leave the
supper table -
"no pops! my mother's dead! she's my step mother! i don't have to call
her 'mother!' patient
A said . . ."
pops slammed his fist on the kitchen table - the small texas panhandle
town of levelland
shook -
"never mind what your 'jupiterian' friend said . . ."
young prince madok's step mother got up and went turned up the radio
-
she put her finger to her lips -
"shh! listen! a special bulletin!"
after they listened to the news bulletin the step mom smiled and nodded
to her husband -
"luxuria has disappeared!"
he smiled in return.
"yes. victory to aquatica."

after atomica was pulled into the egg there was a long slide into an
unreconizable vastness
where light bent and twisted and created spectacles alien to him -
sights not meant for
ormuian eyes pounded his senses and shattered the fabric of his mind -
the terrible fall
seemed never ending - he felt like he was a signal being sent through
some kind
omnidirectional machine - a cell in the bloodstream of hades - he
screamed - but there
were no answers to his cries - the dimensions were indifferent - "so,
can you help and old
bum out?" - a mall security guard's spiked metal club connected with
the side of the old
guy's head and knocked it off - broken florescent light white powder
filled the air -
another security guard apologized to mr. ashtray for any discomfort the
panhandler might
have caused him - the security guard who had knocked off the old bum's
head dragged the
decapitated body outside and stuffed it in the recycling bin behind the
mall -

olafur baldursson walked inside the apartment - as he was taking off
his shoes he grunted a
greeting to his mom who was in the living room watching oprah and
munching on a bowl
of microwave popcorn -
"so? how was your day?" olafur's mom said after he had taken off his
shoes and sat
down on the couch -
olafur didn't say anything - he grabbed the remote and flicked the
channels around -
eventually he settled on mtv - olafur watched it for awhile and threw
some popcorn down
his throat -
a few minutes later his mom took a deep breath - her face turned
serious -
"olafur. i want to talk to you about something . . ."
olafur got up and threw the remote on the couch -
"watch whatever you want then . . ."
olafur only made it halfway down the hallway before his mom lit up a
smoke and
raised her voice -
"olafur. get back here. now. i'm serious."
olafur turned around - he pulled his touque down and covered his eyes
-
"sit down. please."
olafur shuffled into the living room put his hands in his pockets and
leaned up against
the wall -
his mom tried to make eye contact - it was hopeless -
"you're twenty two now . . ."
she took a drag from her smoke and thought for a couple seconds about
how she should
phrase what she wanted to say -
"i got my bank statement today -"
"can i go to my room now?"
" there's been money taken out of my account with my bank card that i
never took out -
and . . ."
he bit his nails -
"and what? can i go now?"
his mom put out her smoke -
"i don't want you stealing from me anymore - if you need money - talk
to me about it - ok?
i don't have much left over at after rent and bills and food and
whatnot . . ."
olafur turned around to go back to his room
"and your father called - he'll be in town this weekend - he wanted to
know if you had any
free time -"
olafur shut his bedroom door - put a cd in his cd discman - threw the
headphones on and
tried to get some enjoyment out of the joint he smoked just before he
walked into the
building -

outwardly serios 191 was a quiet little man -
but his thoughts . . .
every time he went to the library and walked past the librarian his
desire to possess her
banged its burning fists at the iron cage that his insecurity had
thrown up between himself
and the life he desired -
his thoughts . . .
were the sounds made by his desire rattling the bars of his mental
prison -
like the cries of the notorious horse thief of jefferson county -
george lennox - made while
he was trapped under a heap of rubbish in a coal mine accident during
his second prison
term at the sedgwick county jail during the winter of 1887 and 1888
-
his thoughts . . .
"why doesn't she look at me?"
"is it my eternal fate never to know her?"
"to confess my soul to her?" - helga: are you still going to try the
chute tomorrow? that's
mighty rough. you shouldn't go alone. - mike stood up and kissed his
surf board - mike:
just you and me tomorrow baby - we're gonna make it tomorrow in the
chute. helga: you
puttin' me on, mike? they're still trying to reassemble sausalito sal -
the last one to go in
the chute on a big one - in a couple weeks the water in the chute will
be calm - maybe
then . . . - mike: nor sir! red ceasar's been tellin' all the
inhabitants of the martian colony
that i'm a hollywood hero with supernumerary limbs! - the traumatic
sensory battering
was merciless - ormuian stamina was stretched to its limits until it
snapped and yielded
to forces it could not comprehend -
- atomica sphericus' mind was cleared of all thought -
from the life of the immortal saint germain (who in the words of
voltaire - "never dies
and knows everything"): - it was a rare sunday afternoon - dad was
sober - he was
generally kind and thoughtful when he wasn't drinking - he wondered if
i wanted to go
into the restricted area where one day a few years ago during an
educational nature
walk the students of the sacramento institute had grown porcupine like
spines all over
their bodies due to a queer vibration given off by the man who lived in
the area who wore
a crown made of animal bones - "won't we grow porcupine like spines all
over our
bodies like the kids from the sacrmento institute did, dad?" - dad
laughed it off - "your
man's no wimp like those smarty pants kids - you'll see!" - it was also
a strange request
because we had long ceased doing things together - yet it seemed fun to
be desecrating the
sabbath by visiting the restricted area on a sunday -

as she passed through the crowd - an old man leaned out of a window and
tapped a
minute egg with a spoon - bed sheets covered the sky - at the end of
the street was the
temple of osiris - a few people that passed by her had what looked like
prehistoric fish
nailed to their faces - as she got closer to the temple she thought she
saw an arm move on
one of the temple's statutes - in the unfinished concrete basement of
the temple romer
troxell sat on a plastic milk crate and listened to a heavy metal tape
that played on the
cheap little battered ghetto blaster he'd got over ten years ago for
his tenth or was it
eleventh? birthday - his mom was upstairs - knocked out on sleeping
pills - laying in
bed with her boyfriend - background infomercial noise - romer stared at
an empty
crushed coke can on the cement floor and waited -

on june 26 3256 serios 191 took "spacebase baalbek" by nimrod semiramis
from the
shelf and sat down at a table - he opened the book up and stared at
marion the librarian -
"sigh."
- she was the most beautiful brain in glass tank filled with a blue
green nutrient solution he
had ever seen -

mr. ashtray once saw one of his old co workers when he was picking
bottles out of a blue
plastic public trash can on baal avenue - leon melchizedek walked past
mr. ashtray and
pretended that he hadn't seen him - mr. ashtray wanted to say something
- but what was
the point? - once he lost his job with the one world corporation and
was thrown into
poverty what did he have in common with "normal" people anymore?
terry yanked up the handlebars of his bmx and drove into the dark cold
and musty cabin -
his heart was hammering in his throat - dean armstrong was wearing a
long dark robe -
standing in the middle of a strange symbol which dean had been
scratched on the wooden
floor with a ceremonial sword -
"the prime directive has been irretrievable lost!" terry panted
excitedly -
"the heck with them!" dean armstrong said. "let's take the prize money
and hit the road!"
terry backed his bmx out of the cabin and looked at the snow filled sky
and the dark
shadows that were rapidly covering the mountains - a powerful sedan -
driven by zachary
zzzzra - sped along the road built on the sheer mountain cliffs - a jet
plane dropped out of
the clouds and opened fire - agent zzzra slammed on the brakes - zzzra
and his partner
agent zodacius leapt out - "agent zodacius - head for those rocks and
prepare to return fire
in exactly six seconds -" - earth - it's a bizarre world - a violent
world - territory - on
earth territory is more than just a word - it's a brutal instinct -
territory is something to
fight for - to kill for - and if necessary - to die for - territory -
the jet attacks because its
territory has been invaded by the agents - the agents fight back for
reasons much the same
- in cases like this there's no real right or wrong - just winners and
losers - survivors and
the dead!

we walked along a road alongside the river until we came to the bridge
that separated the
restricted area from nibiru county - we quickly assembled out rifles as
soon as we
crossed it - it wasn't long before we spotted a man covered with
porcupine like spines
- what was strange, however, was that the porcupine man seemed to be
conversing with
some sort of energy being - a miniature sun - dad lifted his rifle and
took aim -

predictions for 1973:

i predict that obelisks made of coal will be pushed through the streets
of sao paulo by the
contents of purses!

i predict that a night janitor employed by a mom and pop convenience
store will tell a
pentagon official to find a way to turn the citizen's of america's eyes
to jelly!

i predict that the jet will arch in an awesome sweep and come screaming
back again -
seeking out its victims like so much prey - agent zodacius and agent
zzzra will in turn cut
loose with their small fire power concentrated in one small burst with
split second timing
- the jet will veer off seemingly oblivious to the agent's attack - but
a black cloud of smoke
coming from the jet will tell the true tale!

i predict that frank rudolf young will sit in a cave in the himalayas
and think about his
older brother that he idolized when he was younger - which was
inevitable - considering
the difference in their ages - frank's older brother taught him to swim
- to play ball - to
fight - and bought him clothes and lent him money for his first date -
frank was a likeable
little boy back then - with a thousand little boy questions always
buzzing in his head - like
- "is the asteroid belt a series of artificial satellites sent to
survey earth?" - "is there a
member of the opposite sex you would like to attract? is there someone
who's actions you
would like to control? is there something special you need money for
right now?" - "did a
martian spaceship crash in the siberian forest in 1908?" - but the
loving companionship
didn't last once frank's brother found out - when frank was 18 - that
frank was studying
the works of the indian holy man bhagwan sanatana -
but how could he resist?
1) there are anti material particle within your body.
2) by doing the sondala techniques described in chapter 3 you can
control the anti material
particles within.
3) by certain manipulations of the anti material particles you can give
up your material
body at will.
4) once you have given up your material body and released your anti
material body you
can enter the anti material universe through a specific thoroughfare
which connects the
material and anti material universes.
5) it is in this anti material universe where you can live on a
spiritual planet and associate
with the personality of the godhead in full bliss and knowledge for
eternity.
(sanatana, bhagavan. the other side. new aeon press. 1968.)

aku aku picked up a folder from the corner of his desk and and flipped
it open -
"did you rea summoned to the empty warehouse surrounded
him and
readied themselves for battle - freeze guns and heat rays were pulled
out - lingdoo
appeared unflustered - he threw back his head and laughed heartily
-
"as ye wish, ye motley crew of unthinking boorish baboons! let me
introduce a ditto
screamed out 'real' tears that drummed out of his brain with the fish
scale mind of a
stretch of sand enabling the immense timings to grope the corrupted
balcony and exhibit
them shifting over the rocky noon mountain high."

the unbroken water was the nearest structure -
large undersea plants were plugged into the building's light sockets
-

i went downstairs and across the street to the building where the eye
of angtu had a room
- it was a light housekeeping room and a hell of a lot nicer than mine
- but then again - the
eye paid a lot more money for it than i paid for mine - mine only set
me back he was
talking to all of the class although he was looking directly at terry -
the teacher moved his
hands slightly to imply disdain -
"when we speak of hearing voices from other worlds - we no longer mean
the voices of
god or his angels - but the voices of extraterrestial
astronauts."

abner heard a voice but he couldn't find the source amongst the jewel
like lights which
had begun to swirl all around him -
(we + have + been + waiting + for + you + we + knew + you + would +
come +
eventually = when + you + return + to + the third dimension + an +
ascended master +
phineas p. gage + from + the eleventh overtone of the sixth dimension +
will + always +
be + protecting + guiding + you)

boulder flats was a sleepy little texas town - it was, that is, until
the day a peculiar
entity blew into town - two kids who smelt like sour milk stood in
front of a giant over
twenty foot high lit wax candle -
"hey billy! look what's coming into town!"
"jeepers! it's a cloud of dust!"
wax dripped down the side of the giant candle - when it hit the street
it solidified into the
shape of a guy who when he was a teenager was sick of being skinny so
he drank on
pounds of weight fast - the fun way - the wax man - seth - eyed up the
cloud of dust which
was rolling down the street - "that cloud of dust looks like nothing
but a bum - wouldn't
you say so, brother will?" seth took the photograph of his brother will
- smiling and
flashing his set of sheep's teeth which he had surgically implanted
after he'd had his
original set knocked out by a californian born rent a cop's
yoko-tobi-geri ball of the foot
kick to the mouth a couple years back when will tried to resist arrest
after he got caught
stealing a bag of doritos at a seven eleven - out of his back pocket -
the mouth on the
picture moved -
"ahd say it in spades, brother seth - ahd say it in spades."

count dante's full force nukite kick struck tim newcomer in the groin
-
tim newcomer - who often felt left out because he was broke - who
couldn't go places the
gang were going because he had no cash - who never had any money for
movies games
soft drinks and hamburgers - sagged to the deck - a mass of jelly - he
twisted and tore at
the deck plates with his bleeding fingernails as he died in the lashing
rain -
but count dante - the deadliest man alive - the undefeated grand master
of the fighting arts
- felt no pity -
later that night - a tin doll used a pair of scissors to cut the veins
which attached mrs.
invisible percy's brain to the brain of optiman - whose outward
appearance was that of
an average ormuian - but needed less food than a hermit - had the
strength of sonny liston
- and could run the mile in three minutes while solving problems on
sensor analysis in
his head - the sole inhabitant of khudd ozonta - the 2nd moon of ormu
-

the supper party at the bishop's house:
the earl of min min!"
the earl had delicate features with the etchings of years upon his face
- he placed his
finger tips together and smiled -
"take care of these half baked troglodytes!" moon commanded.
moon chin landoo pressed a button on his belt buckle and surrounded
himself with a force
field -
"yes master." the earl said softly - his voice had a warm and rich
melodious quality -
the earl closed his eyes - a computer screen menu floated in his mind's
eye - hologram
icons floated in front of the divine darkness background - he scanned
through the options
until he found the one that looked like a swirling tornado of green
energy - he thought the
word "open" and the option was activated - a mini tornado appeared in
the middle of the
room - it threw the criminals around the room against the walls ceiling
and floor and
knocked them out - the earl of min min closed his eyes again and
thought "close" - the
mini tornado disappeared - moon chin lingdoo deactivated his force
field and laughed
robustly -
"yes! our electronic spy devices hidden in the cyclopean statutes that
i have been selling at
the second hand store have enabled us to learn much about the strengths
and weaknesses
of the earthlings before we attack their unsuspecting planet!"
a car slowly drove past the pawn shop -
driven by a two dimensional man - like a life sized cardboard movie
star display at a
video store -
atomica spherica sat on his throne - a door opened up on the grassy
field of his
forehead - a tiny naked man - a couple of inches tall - striped like a
barber pole - a
trumpet protruding from his forehead - climbed out and jumped down to
the ground - the
door closed - with a voice that sounded like hammers hitting anvils -
the tiny man
addressed the royal court of ormu -
"the hands with steel bones originated from the angles of sam farrow -
irv the nerve -
malicious spinning pinwheel eyes - the broken clay pot crack in his
face revealed a
smouldering canoe inside his head - the hills were covered with flesh
mask faces pulled
over top - the triangular doors which led into the bruised rooms inside
the hills were
locked - inside the rooms undernourished toothpick arms and skeleton
hands pulled
sparking levers and turned rusty dials - irv the nerve
magnetized&;illuminated
approached the spider web which was spun between the sky scrapers
by."

the half human half robot cyborg from nebraska - otis t. dickhoff -
whose robot brain
gave him a mentality beyond measure - sat in a garbage bin behind wal
mart - the
cyclopean statute he bought last night in a brown paper bag beside him
- otis knew this
was no ordinary radio - his eighth sense picked up the odd electrical
impulses it gave
off -

while seth and will thought the cloud of dust that had just blown into
town wasn't worth
jack shit - some of the other inhabitants of the town welcomed its
appearance -
sheb "doc" mooney: i heard it always fights on the side of right!
the man who stood in front of the general store wearing a sandwich
board that said -
"our race has reached a point of no return - there are some among us
who would destroy
our very world rather than relinquish their power -": it's only trying
to prove that not all
dust clouds are evil doers!
underneath the extinguished sun - the moon cracked in two - christmas
trees knocked over
in a department store by a drunk father enraged by his back stabbing in
laws -

the arm on the statute of osiris moved -
dr. lewis barker raised the spinal cord which he had taken out of the
body of the turkish
yeti over his head and brought in down on to bart hugh's trepanned
noggin -
his cock was ablaze with murderous microwave energy -
cold water upwelled from antarctica -
low frequency radio waves
emitted from the.
crack in his.
ecstatic.
head.
. . . later that evening the painting of the bowels of london was
brought into the blimpo
burger's tasting room - everyone in attendance was required to wear
blindfolds until
reginald blimpo had arrived -
the meeting had begun fifteen minutes ago and reginald blimpo was still
in his office
watching the moon escape the earth's gravitational pull and drift away
from planet 3 -
the elderly man with hair the color of nuclear shadows sighed -
"how i wish i could escape my responsibilities to blimpo burgers inc.
just as easily."

("don't look at me. i don't have any idea where the fuck we are." dick
turned
around. "can you unzip me?" "uh . . . sure." a zipper ran from the top
of dick's head down
his back to the top of the crack of his ass. george pulled it down -
dick crawled out of his
skin suit and hung it on a hook on the wall - george was shocked - "my
god, dick! you're
a gorilla!" "don't call me dick any more. once the suit comes off my
name is integer 1 -") -
(the earl of min min opened up in the middle of the room a golden
yellow glowing
gateway to another dimension - one of the hoods woke up shook his head
groaned and
slowly opened up his eyes - he looked into the other dimension - "i
must be dreaming."
- stone tablets covered with what looked like alien heiroglyphics
floated in starless dark
space - "wake the rest of your friends up!" moon said to the criminal -
"so they can also
witness my power and behold my daring!") - ( young prince madok walked
into the
kitchen - his parents had already started eating supper - "where were
you?" the prince's
father snapped - "i'm sorry i was late - i lost track of time . . . me
and patient A . . ." -
prince madok's step mother - a plastic jack van impe halloween mask
covered her
mustached face - put her hand on her step son's shoulder when he sat
down at the kitchen
table - the snake heads which had grown out of the tips of her fingers
when she had
touched the strange green glass forest floor her and her husband came
across when they
were picking beer and pop cans in the ditch that ran alongside highway
number two
hissed - "now - just who is this patient A person?" - "oh! he's a
jupiterian spy! he's my
best friend! my chum!") - (a sharp pain ran up his whirring arm and
into his brain -
suddenly he thought of carothers looking at his watch - "he should have
been contacted
by the shining ones and been told about the ascended master by now . .
." - carothers
popped the disk out of abner's back - the beautiful lines of radiation
and webs of
gravitation abner had been watching with awed amazement disappeared and
his vision
returned to normal - almost - the mechanic's shop looked superficially
the same as before
he had the vision induced by carother's computer program but now
something about it
seemed unreal - uncanny - too real? - yet somehow also plastic - like
he was inside
some sort of computer program -) - (rick examined syd with his
microscopic vision -
"what the hell happened to you?" - rick could see the candle that
usually burned behind
syd's glass eyes had fallen over and snuffed itself out in the parking
lot dirt that swirled
on the floor of syd's skull -)

arthur looked up into his father's landscape - every day i went to the
communist mailbox -
buildings covered with blue green fungus - about half the time i was
rewarded with the
kind of letters teenagers write - still yellow algae covered water -
the kind of letter that
does not start with "dear sir" - lake floors of dull grey plastic -
suddenly rufus spoke to his
son - "do you remember last summer when we went to iceland and we
passed through the
town where the inhabitants lived in large stone buildings that
resembled oddly distorted
human heads and large larvae were crawling in and out of the noses eyes
and mouths of
those mysterious habitations?"
arthur nodded - but he could not answer - for his face still lay on the
porch where he had
thrown it -
"a what?"
"it's those vile comic books! he's filled up with all kinds of
fantastic ideas! a jupiterian!
hmmph!"
"really ma'am! he is a jupiterian. he told me . . ."
pops stood up.
"don't call your mother ma'am! she's . . ."
tears welled up in young prince madok's eyes - he got up to leave the
supper table -
"no pops! my mother's dead! she's my step mother! i don't have to call
her 'mother!' patient
A said . . ."
pops slammed his fist on the kitchen table - the small texas panhandle
town of levelland
shook -
"never mind what your 'jupiterian' friend said . . ."
young prince madok's step mother got up and went turned up the radio
-
she put her finger to her lips -
"shh! listen! a special bulletin!"
after they listened to the news bulletin the step mom smiled and nodded
to her husband -
"luxuria has disappeared!"
he smiled in return.
"yes. victory to aquatica."

after atomica was pulled into the egg there was a long slide into an
unreconizable vastness
where light bent and twisted and created spectacles alien to him -
sights not meant for
ormuian eyes pounded his senses and shattered the fabric of his mind -
the terrible fall
seemed never ending - he felt like he was a signal being sent through
some kind
omnidirectional machine - a cell in the bloodstream of hades - he
screamed - but there
were no answers to his cries - the dimensions were indifferent - "so,
can you help and old
bum out?" - a mall security guard's spiked metal club connected with
the side of the old
guy's head and knocked it off - broken florescent light white powder
filled the air -
another security guard apologized to mr. ashtray for any discomfort the
panhandler might
have caused him - the security guard who had knocked off the old bum's
head dragged the
decapitated body outside and stuffed it in the recycling bin behind the
mall -

olafur baldursson walked inside the apartment - as he was taking off
his shoes he grunted a
greeting to his mom who was in the living room watching oprah and
munching on a bowl
of microwave popcorn -
"so? how was your day?" olafur's mom said after he had taken off his
shoes and sat
down on the couch -
olafur didn't say anything - he grabbed the remote and flicked the
channels around -
eventually he settled on mtv - olafur watched it for awhile and threw
some popcorn down
his throat -
a few minutes later his mom took a deep breath - her face turned
serious -
"olafur. i want to talk to you about something . . ."
olafur got up and threw the remote on the couch -
"watch whatever you want then . . ."
olafur only made it halfway down the hallway before his mom lit up a
smoke and
raised her voice -
"olafur. get back here. now. i'm serious."
olafur turned around - he pulled his touque down and covered his eyes
-
"sit down. please."
olafur shuffled into the living room put his hands in his pockets and
leaned up against
the wall -
his mom tried to make eye contact - it was hopeless -
"you're twenty two now . . ."
she took a drag from her smoke and thought for a couple seconds about
how she should
phrase what she wanted to say -
"i got my bank statement today -"
"can i go to my room now?"
" there's been money taken out of my account with my bank card that i
never took out -
and . . ."
he bit his nails -
"and what? can i go now?"
his mom put out her smoke -
"i don't want you stealing from me anymore - if you need money - talk
to me about it - ok?
i don't have much left over at after rent and bills and food and
whatnot . . ."
olafur turned around to go back to his room
"and your father called - he'll be in town this weekend - he wanted to
know if you had any
free time -"
olafur shut his bedroom door - put a cd in his cd discman - threw the
headphones on and
tried to get some enjoyment out of the joint he smoked just before he
walked into the
building -

outwardly serios 191 was a quiet little man -
but his thoughts . . .
every time he went to the library and walked past the librarian his
desire to possess her
banged its burning fists at the iron cage that his insecurity had
thrown up between himself
and the life he desired -
his thoughts . . .
were the sounds made by his desire rattling the bars of his mental
prison -
like the cries of the notorious horse thief of jefferson county -
george lennox - made while
he was trapped under a heap of rubbish in a coal mine accident during
his second prison
term at the sedgwick county jail during the winter of 1887 and 1888
-
his thoughts . . .
"why doesn't she look at me?"
"is it my eternal fate never to know her?"
"to confess my soul to her?" - helga: are you still going to try the
chute tomorrow? that's
mighty rough. you shouldn't go alone. - mike stood up and kissed his
surf board - mike:
just you and me tomorrow baby - we're gonna make it tomorrow in the
chute. helga: you
puttin' me on, mike? they're still trying to reassemble sausalito sal -
the last one to go in
the chute on a big one - in a couple weeks the water in the chute will
be calm - maybe
then . . . - mike: nor sir! red ceasar's been tellin' all the
inhabitants of the martian colony
that i'm a hollywood hero with supernumerary limbs! - the traumatic
sensory battering
was merciless - ormuian stamina was stretched to its limits until it
snapped and yielded
to forces it could not comprehend -
- atomica sphericus' mind was cleared of all thought -
from the life of the immortal saint germain (who in the words of
voltaire - "never dies
and knows everything"): - it was a rare sunday afternoon - dad was
sober - he was
generally kind and thoughtful when he wasn't drinking - he wondered if
i wanted to go
into the restricted area where one day a few years ago during an
educational nature
walk the students of the sacramento institute had grown porcupine like
spines all over
their bodies due to a queer vibration given off by the man who lived in
the area who wore
a crown made of animal bones - "won't we grow porcupine like spines all
over our
bodies like the kids from the sacrmento institute did, dad?" - dad
laughed it off - "your
man's no wimp like those smarty pants kids - you'll see!" - it was also
a strange request
because we had long ceased doing things together - yet it seemed fun to
be desecrating the
sabbath by visiting the restricted area on a sunday -

as she passed through the crowd - an old man leaned out of a window and
tapped a
minute egg with a spoon - bed sheets covered the sky - at the end of
the street was the
temple of osiris - a few people that passed by her had what looked like
prehistoric fish
nailed to their faces - as she got closer to the temple she thought she
saw an arm move on
one of the temple's statutes - in the unfinished concrete basement of
the temple romer
troxell sat on a plastic milk crate and listened to a heavy metal tape
that played on the
cheap little battered ghetto blaster he'd got over ten years ago for
his tenth or was it
eleventh? birthday - his mom was upstairs - knocked out on sleeping
pills - laying in
bed with her boyfriend - background infomercial noise - romer stared at
an empty
crushed coke can on the cement floor and waited -

on june 26 3256 serios 191 took "spacebase baalbek" by nimrod semiramis
from the
shelf and sat down at a table - he opened the book up and stared at
marion the librarian -
"sigh."
- she was the most beautiful brain in glass tank filled with a blue
green nutrient solution he
had ever seen -

mr. ashtray once saw one of his old co workers when he was picking
bottles out of a blue
plastic public trash can on baal avenue - leon melchizedek walked past
mr. ashtray and
pretended that he hadn't seen him - mr. ashtray wanted to say something
- but what was
the point? - once he lost his job with the one world corporation and
was thrown into
poverty what did he have in common with "normal" people anymore?
terry yanked up the handlebars of his bmx and drove into the dark cold
and musty cabin -
his heart was hammering in his throat - dean armstrong was wearing a
long dark robe -
standing in the middle of a strange symbol which dean had been
scratched on the wooden
floor with a ceremonial sword -
"the prime directive has been irretrievable lost!" terry panted
excitedly -
"the heck with them!" dean armstrong said. "let's take the prize money
and hit the road!"
terry backed his bmx out of the cabin and looked at the snow filled sky
and the dark
shadows that were rapidly covering the mountains - a powerful sedan -
driven by zachary
zzzzra - sped along the road built on the sheer mountain cliffs - a jet
plane dropped out of
the clouds and opened fire - agent zzzra slammed on the brakes - zzzra
and his partner
agent zodacius leapt out - "agent zodacius - head for those rocks and
prepare to return fire
in exactly six seconds -" - earth - it's a bizarre world - a violent
world - territory - on
earth territory is more than just a word - it's a brutal instinct -
territory is something to
fight for - to kill for - and if necessary - to die for - territory -
the jet attacks because its
territory has been invaded by the agents - the agents fight back for
reasons much the same
- in cases like this there's no real right or wrong - just winners and
losers - survivors and
the dead!

we walked along a road alongside the river until we came to the bridge
that separated the
restricted area from nibiru county - we quickly assembled out rifles as
soon as we
crossed it - it wasn't long before we spotted a man covered with
porcupine like spines
- what was strange, however, was that the porcupine man seemed to be
conversing with
some sort of energy being - a miniature sun - dad lifted his rifle and
took aim -

predictions for 1973:

i predict that obelisks made of coal will be pushed through the streets
of sao paulo by the
contents of purses!

i predict that a night janitor employed by a mom and pop convenience
store will tell a
pentagon official to find a way to turn the citizen's of america's eyes
to jelly!

i predict that the jet will arch in an awesome sweep and come screaming
back again -
seeking out its victims like so much prey - agent zodacius and agent
zzzra will in turn cut
loose with their small fire power concentrated in one small burst with
split second timing
- the jet will veer off seemingly oblivious to the agent's attack - but
a black cloud of smoke
coming from the jet will tell the true tale!

i predict that frank rudolf young will sit in a cave in the himalayas
and think about his
older brother that he idolized when he was younger - which was
inevitable - considering
the difference in their ages - frank's older brother taught him to swim
- to play ball - to
fight - and bought him clothes and lent him money for his first date -
frank was a likeable
little boy back then - with a thousand little boy questions always
buzzing in his head - like
- "is the asteroid belt a series of artificial satellites sent to
survey earth?" - "is there a
member of the opposite sex you would like to attract? is there someone
who's actions you
would like to control? is there something special you need money for
right now?" - "did a
martian spaceship crash in the siberian forest in 1908?" - but the
loving companionship
didn't last once frank's brother found out - when frank was 18 - that
frank was studying
the works of the indian holy man bhagwan sanatana -
but how could he resist?
1) there are anti material particle within your body.
2) by doing the sondala techniques described in chapter 3 you can
control the anti material
particles within.
3) by certain manipulations of the anti material particles you can give
up your material
body at will.
4) once you have given up your material body and released your anti
material body you
can enter the anti material universe through a specific thoroughfare
which connects the
material and anti material universes.
5) it is in this anti material universe where you can live on a
spiritual planet and associate
with the personality of the godhead in full bliss and knowledge for
eternity.
(sanatana, bhagavan. the other side. new aeon press. 1968.)

aku aku picked up a folder from the corner of his desk and and flipped
it open -
"did you read about moon chin lingdoo?"
the magnetic fields which held morris' limbs to his torso began to
weaken -
slot racing cars drove down the plastic streets outside -
morris said something - but his voice was drowned out by a sudden burst
of street noise -
ezekial aku aku got up and closed the window -
"sorry - i didn't hear what you said?"
morris tapped a cigarette out of his pack and looked around the room
for a light - aku aku
sat back down and took a bite out of the empty water glass sitting on
his desk -
"no - i've never heard of moon . . ."
"chin lingdoo."
"yes - moon chin lingdoo - no - i've never read about him - why do you
ask?"
ezekial closed the file -
"no reason -"
"bullshit." aku aku thought. morris knew moon chin lingdoo. he had
proof. he reached
inside his desk and pulled out a black and white picture of morris and
lingdoo hawking
pencils on the corner of 126th and 11th -
morris looked at it.
"you wanna tell me the truth now?" aku aku sneered.
morris leaned back into his chair. he pulled a 3X5 card out of his
pocket and read it out
loud.
"satan! begone! for it is written . . ."
- the brain of the castle resided in the basement surrounded by paint
cans boxes of old
clothes -

the inside of the room suddenly began to look like the insides of a sea
shell - but sax mano
could handle it - he was astronaut tough - his body was in the lean
sleek hard as a rock
condition of america'a spacemen -
sax's breast's began to lactate electric signals which were recieved by
a satallite orbiting
the twelfth planet in our solar system the planet nibiru which then
relayed the signals to
the television set headed men which had circled clauduis zemo's family
- the face of the
leader of the underwater civilization of aquatica appeared on the
screen - behind the
leader's head the ocean liner luxuria floated in a bubble -
"we will study the captured creatures well, my subjects, and soon we
will know enough
about their race to rise out of the sea and invade the surface world!
glory and conquest
shall be ours!"
father: yea! yea!
mother: victory to aquatica!
brother: enslavement to the humans! victory to aquatica!
claudius zemo suddenly could feel the outlines of an unseen presence -
there
was a definite weight and pressure against her body - she cried out in
horror and tried to
take refuge in the knowledge that hell would await whatever it was if
it did not cease and
desist -

when "'hip' pockets" was over hubert picked up the remote so he could
change the channel
- as he flicked through the channels he passed channel 777 where there
normally was no
signal -
"hey - what's this?"
a face whose features reminded sam of pious hands - electromagnetic
disturbances -
subsratum violins - a landscape of monolithic handshakes -
on the screen:
the face of nron krs -
- stur and antiochus carried the bell outside of the church - inside -
mutants from the
planet zetaX3 - summoned by the duo to distract the priests of the
temple of the
lobsterman - stood behind the preists and made them draw blasphemous
architectural
diagrams of homesick airports in their good deed journals -
"boy! what a strange and ugly face!" said hubert. "it must be some kind
of new science
fiction program!"
the face of nron krs spoke -
"i come from the planet elohim gibor . . . "

dudley calymene yelled at tammuz -
"c'mon! hit me with that sledge hammer!"
tammuz obliged -
klannnggg -
dudley laughed at the sight of tammuz - a confused look on his face -
the head of the
sledge hammer was warped and deformed by the impact -
"dear me - can't you put a little strength behind that? i hardly felt
it!"
the sight of dudley widthstanding a blow which would have sent the
average man to the
haunted hospital was just one of the experiences morris had had over
the course of his
life which had gradually undermined any faith he had in his senses
-
lepers sounded their rattles - giant stone office towers - beggars
exhibited their
deformities - the roar of satanic furnaces -
morris had a mask like ridgidty of his facial muscles - a stooped
posture - and short
quick steps when he walked -
"to be young and impervious to a sledgehammer blow is a crime . . ."
morris said after
they had passed by dudley and tammuz -
"you always amuse me morris," archduke tibor de cristo chuckled. "you
talk as if you were
a man of experience."
morris stopped and gave the archduke a pensive look -
"i do - because i am."

the terminal product of all his energy research was neutronium -
and with its discovery came the death knell to the world -
rufus - bored with standing on the porch and watching terra's last few
moments before
general ludendorff's neutronium bomb was activated - walked back inside
the house and
into his study - he read out loud from the sheet music on the music
stand -
"oh . . ."
" . . . to have a tail . . ."
". . . and an obvious sombrero . . ."

he had washed his webbed hands and tail - changed into a dark grey
flannel suit - and was
on his way out the door when the phone rang - when he put the reciever
to his ear the
voice he heard caused his right arm to go numb -
"morris? is that you, my boy?"
"thass right - who's this?"
"father gregor a. gregorius - i need to see you."
"i'm just on my way out father . . ."
"i'm waiting in a car just outside your house - this wont take long
-"
morris checked his watch and frowned -
"ok - i'll be right out - but i'm in a hurry -"
"remember - i'm waiting outside - so don't try to sneak past me."
morris hung up the phone - feeling returned to his arm -
he opened up his underwear drawer and took out some insurance - as he
slid the sonic
blaster into his boot he sighed -
"where are you when i need you - muhammed ali?"

"according to my instructions i should be able to cross the billion
miles separating me from
your world! when i arrive on earth - you - the human who helped bring
me there shall be
famous - your fellow men will honour and reward you !"
hubert rubbed his chin -
"hmm. maybe this nron krs guy is on the level. if he is, i could become
a real celebrity
instead of just another bum on welfare. wow! would l.a.y.l.a.h. ever be
happy!"

her parents still hadn't come out of the gas station yet so claudius
blew a note on the
magical flute -
the note caused ludwig x. zanoni-creon - the greatly honoured
praemonstrator general of
the temple of the lobsterman - who was pretending to be a ghost -
wearing a pillow case
with eye holes cut out of it over his head - to feel painful
repititiuos pulsations in his
outstretched palms - and julie - ludwig's sister - to suffer from an
equilibrator
malfunction that made it difficult for her to maintail her gyroscopic
balance - try to
imagine holly mantissa - the grocer's daughter - in that kind of
setting -

the village campfire sent up a trail of heavy greyish smoke - the smell
of cooking monkey
meat mixed with cornmeal filled the evening air - troy foster - would
sure have liked to
have a nickel every time he smelled stewing monkey and thick cornmeal
together -
the door to the glowing orange missionary spacecraft opened - damon
hill walked out -
troy saw that the last eight years in space - going from planet to
planet in the darkest
corners of the universe spreading the word of the lobsterman - had been
hard on the old
priest - a honeycomb face - pickle jar voice - thin hands trying to
grasp a replica of the
wind - underground water pipe tremors vibrating him - morris stuck out
his hand - the
priest shook it - the natives had offered troy monkey to eat during the
last week - he even
tried to eat it a couple times - but the other times he'd slip it to
some dog or ditch it in the
jungle somewhere - the meat was just awful - but take the preist - he'd
probably eaten
more monkey meat than good united states beef - he would eat it and
even manage to
smack his lips and smile at the village chief in appreciation - the
priest would do anything
to win a lost soul to the lobsterman!

"boy!" terry exclaimed excitedly. "it's going to fun going to school
with you! do they have
any basketball teams for fellows my age?"
"sure thing." terry's sister said.
she grabbed his hand and pulled terry out of the way of the crowd of
men who were
walked down main street chanting - "no tequila - no work!"
roxie pulled terry into a disk shaped craft floating in shallow water -
as they entered the
craft terry heard a beeping sound -
"are you glad you're going to go to school in treeville?" terry
asked.
for an instant she was silent - then she spoke hesitantly -
"i - i think so . . ."
"you can't be getting homesick already -" he scoffed. "we're going to
be at school for
months - at least until my respiration is sub normal and laboured -
until my pulse is weak -
until our teacher says to the principal - 'it's gone! his heart has
stopped!'"
roxie bit her nails -
"i guess it will be ok - as long as our captors don't cut back our
rations -"

terry laughed - "don't worry sis. as long as the lama of the sun
village was imagining the
whole episode - throwing a little embellishment here and there for
flavor and intrigue -
things are going to be ok -

seth cantrell turned his car suddenly to the right and the frightened
clem brown reacted
immediatly without thinking of the dire consequemces!
"good grief! i'm off the road!" clem screamed.
"hold it!"
it was avioce of authority and at first seth cantrell thought it must
surly be lee ta-yeh's, but
instead he discovered the vioce belonged to the man in a tan
suit.
chen chun moved with practiced ease to the area of recent conflict and
looked over the
edge of the cliff. he chucked to himself as he saw clem brown's car
sinking in the large vat
with plale meat being agitated in solutions that sat at the bottom of
the cliff.