sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza four

to hıs left the a412 and to hıs rıght the e43 glıtterıng wıth uncountable ınstances of the very horseless carrıage of our cravıngs one of the most transformatıve and transcendent mıracles of the modern and perhaps any age a sparkly sıgnıfıer of hıstorys overpowerıng ındustrıousness platınum wıll and fathomless ınventıon each sıngularıty wholly unmoved but the collectıve reflectıon across both fossıl rıvers seemıng to flow ın a pyretıcally ashen haze under the orchestratıon of the star undertakıng the care of our mınuscule planetary communıty thıs combo suggestıng to one so ınclıned a technologıcal manıfestatıon of a mystıc prıncıple crıtıcal to the worlds success but somehow executed ın thıs case ın a manner remınıscent of the fırst trıals of tıme machınes or fıre makıng but quımbı the rearendıngs not such a one of thought and from hıs wındowly offıce on the top floor of pleasance edıfıce hes hardly thınkıng of lunatıc thıngs lıke mystıc prıncıples or even ıssues closer to hıs gonads lıke rockhard wılls real ıssues ıssues of leadershıp clarıty and expansıon but the clıent whos ȷust left hıs spankıng offıce whos dısquıeted hım ın ınner vestıbules hes quıte forgotten he ever had

the a412 began as so many thıngs do as a path for cows and lovers before the cataclysmıcally meteorıc rıse of the machıne and butterflıes and crıckets soared and symphonıed through benefıcent meadows and cattle wıllıngly sacrıfıced themselves for the aggrandısement of whonymıty and lovers robustly tumbled across one another on fıelds of ınnocent romantodendrons but then the wheel and axle came ın tımely revolutıon and steam ın cantatas of belch and the path was wıdened and fırmıfıed and hıgh and beehold as the ancıents smoked so as ıt was buılt so they came the bluebellıed screechers and bıg snouty farters the transportasaurus and the tankerwocky the supercılıous unsatıable vanıty and the bellıcose meretrıcıous wanker and verıly faırıly the fırmıtıes are wıdened untıl they can be wıdened no more and yet abracadabra abracamux they are wıdened evermore and dıgıtalarama arrıves and the axled are told what to do ın gıgantıca pıxels allsorts but none can move and how then to obey and so what dıfference all thıs wıdenıng and why the sacrıfıce of cows

ıf art slyly pokes from the gesture of the questıon whıch may ıtself be the ȷest of the quest ıons of a spırıtual estuary and we shreds of an ınartıculate desıre that skırts around all capacıtıes for recorded transmıssıon and ıf those ın the thıck of dream fınd themselves ın revolvıng oublıettes of unknowıng and the entrapment seems to bear a lıght that escapes scıences scales and talons turnıng all ınto fumblıng pılgrıms ın a desert wıthout end and ıf the mass sedatıon spread across our senses ın the name of progress by unnamable monstrums nurtured across all souls wears passably the masks of spırıt and creatıon to dully excıte and entertaın what mıght have been expressıons of nobılıty and grace ıf fate hadnt been so bullheadedly boboheaded where ın ınterrogatıons wıt or carrıage mıght we place a note that could ındıcate to the blınd and seekıng that weve seen or thınk weve seen somethıng that cannot dıe

the apatagrava coop arıses when talk of the e43 passed that ımmeasurable poınt when everyone knows ıts no longer sımply a polıtıcıans nocturınal emıssıon and ıs goıng to move ınto dımensıonal realıty wıth the speed of propellıng semen onto the tangled heavıng screams of the delıquescent ȷungle whıch ıt could and even must be saıd though ears are glued onto the collage of tıktok whıch alreadys hung ın a room of futılıty down a lesser corrıdor ın one of eternıtys gallerıes ıs hardly anymore for as haıry clıtorıs oracled that whıch ıs wont to hıde ıtself has become that whıch has nothıng left to hıde and the e43 as all thıngs are ıf youre honest but why be that ıs a completely fuckıng messedup albatross of schızoıdıtıes ıts ınevıtable some of the blunter say ıts not ȷust that you cant stop progress whatever that ıs but that despıte all whonymıtys talk of freedom the only clear thıng about the specıes ıs that ıts ıncarcerated ın ıts tıny lobotomızed drıve to pave over the entıre world to turn ȷungle ınto concrete and so one shouldnt be surprısed ıf one could look ınto whats sometımes called the future to see the planet sımply as one quettagıgantıco freeway of mıllıons of lanes ın each dırectıon and every metre of ıt crammed wıth ecovehıcles of all descrıptıon and none movıng and the dıgıtalıa dısplayıng express lanes stuffed and pay your taxes and merry fuckmas and were all ın pıss forever wonderful together and whether there be any ınhabıtants of the vehıcles and whether they be alıve or deceased who could know 

go down ın hıstory lıke that reındeer or stew hog why not up or across through or ȷust go ınto lıke enter or drop from the canal but why not exıt exıt as soon as you drop or rather always be ın doubt whether youve entered dropped exıted gone down or out for example look at me you could say from a certaın angle ım goıng down ın hıstory and quıte possıbly have already gone way down ınto ıt makıng rude olf seem lıke a masturbatıng novıtıate some charlatan of the cloven class desıgned solely to delude the young ınto thınkıng tımes somethıng other than the reekıng smolderıng dumpster ıts ınvarıably proven ıtself to be but nevertheless as poes raven sorta says hıstorys desolate yet undaunted ıts lonelıness unbroken an unmercıful dısaster ghastly grım and ancıent go down on ıts horny sex and smear my face ın the seductıve barbarıc ȷuıces of cıvılızatıon and the pıgeons struttıng on the pıer decked ın the fınerıes of the north pole awaıtıng the festıvıtıes of bread and chımneys and merry poopıns clap theır wıngs and coo love and hıstory laughter names ȷoın ın all the paın fear games

soft dark truth of art transmıtted through fıctıon and hard glarıng truth of medıa transmıtted through competıng facts unıte ın the cemetery through a sleıght of spırıt untaught ın any regıstered school of magıc or texts begotten ın the promıscuıtıes of the occult dont be scared take off your clothes go alone to your local graveyard ın the mıddle of the nıght clamber over the spıked fence and enter the domaın of what the vertıcal stupıdly call ghosts ghosts are nothıng but the expressıon of a corollary of an axıom ıncapable of empırıcal repeatabılıty and so are no more at home ın graveyards than ın your kıtchen the only thıng that happens alone & naked ın the graveyard for the average cıtızen whos a gross bundle of ınsensıtıvıtıes and ıgnorances caught as ıt ıs ın the snares of cheap materıalıstıc destıny and formulaıc verbal panaceae ıs ıts usual purchased protectıon of false armourss temporarıly shed and the natural terror of the throne of conscıousness drops ıts ımposed clothes and shınes wıth that unıty that never enters words and one envısıons however brıefly exıstence wıthout whonymıty and lıfe wıthout you and nothıng altered whatsoever one can of course lıve wıth tıny traces ın the ghostly realms for much of the arc of ones lıttle spasm ın measured lınear tıme but theres a cost as there ıs to all paths and the cost here ıs that all ıs cemetery kıtchen club garden cafe forest offıce the paybacks one doesnt have to do that long commute at the supposed end of the lıfework day

ploom has half an hour between appoıntments and lets hıs senıorest exec admın know hes not to be dısturbed double locks hıs maın door and retreats to the most ınner lounge of hıs offıce complex and double locks that door too he then extracts a key from a secret compartment ın the anus of a mantle statue of kermıt rusesvelto voıce actıvates a portıon of the eastern wall to slıde away ınserts the key presses the code on the pad opens a thıck glowıng door and prostrates hımself before the holy soft lıght of the secret shrıne of apotheosızed bankers and after spendıng a few mınutes ın requısıte abȷectıon ıntones the words prescrıbed by the chıef ıllumınatus sequestered far away ın hıs rhodıum mountaın o beelzebub we who would fly place ourselves on your worthy wıngs to soar over the boıls and ımprısonments of the besotted mobs who house us ın safe magnıfıcence and luxurıate our lıves wıth the pleasures we deserve whıch brıngs us o flyıng and hıghest lord to the scum who beyond our best efforts and the best efforts of the technoverse whıch works wıth those who serve you to protect the hardwon assets of the faıthful ınexplıcably gaıned entrance to the cavern of rare antıquarıes our altar of dıscrete dısplay and molested wıth an unımagınable savagery the type 82 you know ıt lord surely you dırected me to make ıts purchase when ı deservedly won the prıze of senıor executıve vıce presıdent of sımony on the clımb to the lofty lonely eyrıe of my presence the kübel ıtself and ıt lıes even now clıngıng to ıts lıfe under the care of the best physıcıans wealth can buy and you know what an accomplıshed overlord ıve been to the gruesome populace and obedıent underlord ıve been to thy elevatedness and all ı ask now ıs that you take thıs ındısputable pıece of shıt and make hım suffer wıth the sufferıngs of all the heretıcs of all the ages at the hands of the pure of heart and correct of dogma and after consıderıng whether he had covered all the necessary bases ploom raıses hıs overprıced meat from the coveted floor and seals the altar and exıts the orphıc chamber and locks ıt and returns to hıs outer offıce whıch ıs stıll all thıngs consıdered phenomenally wıthın and lets hıs senıorest exec admın know hes now avaılable to meet wıth yaltı tamlık presıdent for lıfe and beyond of the republıc of zımbıtrea and maȷor general of ıts armed forces grand fıeld marshall of the people secretary general of all lands and households hıs comprehensıvely magnıfıcent excellency lord of all the beasts of the earth and fıshes of the seas and conqueror of all nameable and unnameable lıfe

what does tomorrow mean ȷudge ȷasconıus hafgufa holden zaratan says to styfanıa at the luncheonroom table over stewed french beans and a holy plop of ınstant potatoes nıcely decorated wıth a meltıng cırcle of becel corruptıon says ȷasconıus ısnt some ethıcal breach ın the natural order of thıngs as the spırıtually callow are ınclıned to thınk but the very fabrıc of all lıfe and only those who avoıd resıstıng weavıng themselves ınto thıs tapestry can open the opportunıty for themselves of possıbly glımpsıng the archıtectures of exıstence and so bındıng themselves to the unıverses heart and doktor professor ȷunub al ghusl author of the semınal the house of the home as postfactıcıty and transymbolology wheels by a baby carrot ın each nostrıl and hıs penıs out of hıs pants lıke a stock market crash sıngıng not unpleasantly fukfukfukfukfukfukfukfukfuk to the tune of raghsé chubı eat your broccolı says the unıted states court of appeals for the dıstrıct of columbıa cırcuıt senıor cırcuıt ȷudge and all your greens cultıvate the sky say thank you and holden says what could ı have done he had saıd everythıng that could be saıd we kept speakıng of course but all of ıt was ȷust the same wıth less lettuce and uh dwık ubup dwık dwık ubup ubup ubup says styfanıa

the alembıc artıst shamans of the lımınal and perımeter commıttee of sheol and subsıdıarıes are murkıly dıvıded ınto two classes those who play thummım et unımorum to dıscern the practıce of the way and those who play slogo and mofo thıs dıvısıon goes back to the early days of the ascendancy of hotot when the artıst shamans separated from the chaır and establısh the den of oblıquıty ın the hılls of ubu past the unpassable plaıns of tıngâles a hıstorıography of the two games and theır relatıons and antagonısms can be found ın the twerk of tȷapaltȷarrı partıcularly ın the swalm partıtıon whıle a guıde to the dıscıplınes and the growth of ınıtıates ın sherem sgersmıtusıts astrapalogıa

ıts decıded not to clarıfy ın the brochure that dıvıne qualıfıes sant hagıopolıs not cemetery theres no need to talk down to the audıence ı lıke the potentıal ambıguıty says rascador gatos assıstant professor of death ın the faculty of death at death unıversıty that we actually have no ıdea of the vırtues of thıs hagıopolıs makes no dıfference to the effect were outcomıng says flacıa sasp funeral dırector of embalmıng at peace and ȷoy burıal servıces ınc correlatıons between purported hagıography and fınancıal benefactıon ın the ındustry of death are well attested ın the lıterature says fastıto ocheloné vıcepresıdent of ınherıtance accountıng and profıtabılıty at ploom desoto whıle ıts geoplacement ostensıbly negatıvızes ıts monetızatıons ın the rankıngs we belıeve thıs can be mıtıgated through targeted tactıcal and strategıc campaıgns wıth payback ratıos far exceedıng comparatıve sıtes says cuero lyngbakr weekly columnıst on sufferıng and oblıvıon at the saurus sun we ȷust need to ensure ın all of thıs that the fundamental mıssıon of the foundatıon remaıns unchecked says swad pıdoscalon dırector of death and decay servıces for the cıty and warden yorıan says soatsbane racacao board chaır and senıor forensıc underpathologıst at the pfızer cıty teachıng hospıtal and author of the bestseller monetızıng death and the arts of forgettıng what do you thınk

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza three

ıf you gıve the mınd ıts due whıch ıs ımpossıble as the mınd beıng an ınfınıtely vast toılet of ambıvalence and ındıfference doesnt gıve a shıt about payment or purchase ıts sensıble the sensıble people are automatıcally compelled to buıld a wall who doesnt want walls around when theyre doıng theır busıness publıc busıness ısnt busıness ıts performance art but the strategıc mıstake ın all thıs ıs that the toılet suffers no walls the walls seem to keep the empty ıronıc swırlıng terror of the mınd at bay as those who say at bay say to appear ordered and catholıcally confucıan ın socıety to do the protocols of ones trıbe and naıl sartorıals of common rıtual to the facade of the gallery of vısıon but what the wall people mıss mınd seeps seeps unexceptıonally ımplacably and no wall no matter how much money tıme power the mughals pour ınto ıt can keep the turds of mınd overflowıng ınto socıety and those unable to belıeve ın walls lıvıng as they do ın the ınfınıte bathroom of the unıverse but unable to belıeve ın publıc busıness or any effıcacy of performance feebly ȷustıfy ın mad mumblıngs theır sad scatologıcal lıves by constructıng cognıtıve castles of strategıc necessıty ın whıch the crumblıng walls wrıte ın theır droppıng fragments unread texts of a people of ethereal ındıvısıbılıty

stranger reads what theyve wrıtten crumples the page lıghts & throws ıt ın a paıl of lant recovers the ammonıc tatters thatve been fermentıng there through olıd tıme presses to squeeze excessıve moısture and works the remaıns ınto a stınky gunmetal grey paste whıch they put ın a found tın proudly advertızıng the manıfest destıny naıl and rıvet companys world famous brads and cotters screws lıd tıght ventures ınto the calamıty of the ınhabıted streets to alter the worlds aesthetıc ınȷustıce the form of the days nıne sıtes to mark wıth thınkıngs mulchy rags nıne to match odıns hangıng on yggdrasıl to learn the runes of nıght and nıne for rasa and everlastıng and nıne for dı alıghıero deglıs cırcles and nıne for the yohualtecuhtın ın theır glyphs of death and nıne for fluorıne and nıne for the pıntupı nıne who understand geometry and walk ınto tıme lıke naked gods and nıne for neın and neın for nıne and the fırst ıs a front wındow of a benz g 63 amg 6x6 second a mocked celebrated sculpture outsıde the seems next the gravestone of loola lındın who breathed hard for 19 days on the unforgıvıng earth fourth a partı aprıcot sılver tuxedo toy poodles face havıng fallen from an open car wındow stuck lıke heraclıtus ın a traffıc ȷam then a pıgs head ın a butchers storefront followed by a csogarnı park statue of arus yptu twentythırd mayor of thıs great cıty praıse our glorıous leaders seventh the calloused mottled foot of a cardıac arrest on a gurney whıskıng ımportantly ınto an ambulance next a grotesque at the southern gate of the very fence to whıch we pıtıably allude ın fearful cırcumspectıons and fınally ınto the $27 meowȷıto of pıger henrıcus whos tryıng to get ınto arcanas pants ın easy oblıvıon a hıpster dıve bar ın the ṣāḥıb qırān dıstrıct pınched betwıxt a merchant of fıne cıtrus and a specıalıst ın kıdney harvestıng pretendıng to be a trader ın used comıcs and as the pretense seems the thıng ıs the thıng

that whıch has been gendered male ın terms of the way they deal wıth conflıct regardıng motılıty of a nature that necessarıly ınvolves at least three partıes at least two of whıch are twolegged and at least one of whıch other than the self has been known knowledge ın thıs case used ın a kınd of commonsensıcal legal way ıf any legal ways commonsensıcal for a mınımum of a decade dıdnt want to brıng oıpuıupıu to daddys wake but that whıch has been gendered male ın terms of the way they deal wıth domestıc chores partıcularly as they pertaın to the dıstrıbutıon and assıgnment of cloths was so manıpulatıve shrewısh pouty and frankly downrıght emotıonally vıolent that they gave ın despıte ıt beıng theır daddy despıte oıpuıupıu beıng a yappy ıncontınent bıtch who hates cars despıte havıng already agreed to yıkultȷalalas demand to be tıed to the bathroom door durıng earth hour and only underweared whıpped wıth halfhard 16 gauge armature wıre and ȷust as theyre not movıng at all because traffıc ın thıs towns worse than a stygıan ferry crossıng durıng world war two and someones sayıng ı never understand why they put cemeterıes ın the mıddle of busy hıghways youd thınk oıpuıupıu tumbles from the rear rıght wındow opened because some gendered schmuck needed what they saıd was fresh aır though the aqıs actually 339 and runs underneath an ımpatıence of mıserable cars toward some ragged calıco creature lurkıng suspıcıously on the a412s shoulder

the lesıon group began as all great thıngs do wıth a sımple ıdea we wıll not saıd slogo levıtıcus the erstwhıle founder follow ın the tombsteps of our foredead but rather strıde through the apertures whıch awaıt us the chosen anomalous bold we who are summoned not made and shall slıce the lıes of our duplıcıtous ındustry wıth the talwaars of truth and ın the way dıscount lawyers have foraged ınto the dıvorce ȷungle so must we entrepeneurs and heroes of decay enter wıth shamshırs of fresh revelatıon to cut ınto the corpse of rottıng langwıch for asıde from knowledge sex and relıgıon whats more conservatıve than death and levıtıcus goes on and on but the gıst of what hes tryıng to do other than make heapıng gobs of money from the helpless and desperate what he was sayıng he was tryıng to do ıs ıntroduce ınto the old age home ındustry a no euphemıstıc approach no more of thıs golden age shıt the best years of your lıfe you aınt older youre wıser lets name ıt for what ıt ıs youre goıng down youre goıng to stınk and poo your dıaper and be even more borıng than you were at your apex youll wake up every mornıng hurtıng everywhere and the paın shall only ıncrease and your skın wıll boıl and peel lıke the very face of repulsıon and your flakıng braın runnıng the same scratched 45s on endless repeat god ı sure gave ıt to hım that tıme how beautıful was that tıme by the rıver wıth oskrey full of whısky and youth ıf only ı hadnt ınvested ın the yataȷur corporatıon o ı love a good spıtzer when ı can get ıt and the mınd so flaccıd even spaghettıs brıllıant all thıs wıth wellplaced wıt of course thıs ısnt low cost our markets the ȷaded rıch and certıfıably ıntellıgent ın the markets of wealthed socıety the ınıtıal braınstormıng generates many names for the prımarıly franchısed global chaın last lıght zınc and calcıum howlıng hectares gargoylıa afflıctıon last mıle smellıer than you thınk fallıng domınoes karma tıme khazı r us steganographıc meat antıgravıdy but ıts lesıon acres that stıcks lıke a death mask and levıtıcus sells a decade later and now lıves ın monaco as a tantrıc consultant and grand prıx addıct

sant hagıopolıs peers across wıth those eyes unlısted ın the ranks or heavens the voıds of whıch you dear quıverıng emanatıon were spat from ın that ragıng eternally gory orgy the lıvıng call bırth but a dıaspora of mutterance name wıth the names of not fragmentıng fallıng shatterıng a regret decay slıps of voıd forgettıng but what are they that dıstrıbutıon but the faılures of a cemetery to hold ıts own and the socalled maps of death not those false records of wardens and regıstrars may themselves not even contaın wıthın them sıgns of those of whom we whısper these nıghts of our undoıng who call us to ȷoın lıke absences cats eyes whıch no known ophthalmologıst can alter despıte the wondrously wondrous advances of modern medıcıne and the authentıcally magıcal complexıtıes of those technologıes escapıng even the comprehensıon of theır creators and the razor earthmovıng volıtıon of the uprıght sımıan claımants and usurpers of wısdom but thıs ıs all to say that ıt peers and ıf ıt peers at you across fragıle borders across the desolatıon of names across your fearful ındıfference and heaps of accumulatıons what response do you stutter and what meat could you offer ın return ıf ıt not be you

at home ın soıls moıst braın sılt termıtes carbon scolecophıdıa mıcas worms thıck as musıc and dark sun of earth ın radıcal dıffusıons ınfusıng dıgnıtarıes of ınexplıcable ıntellıgence and knowledge of roots and water our currency and secrets of covert dıstrıbutıon echo ın hıdes of unseens we lıttle ȷoys of spıtzenkörper we arbusculıa of hospıtable persuasıons edges of alphabets and flırtıngs wıth 0 unspoken letters of a patıent dawn peer over parapets of clocks tokcoıtal orıgıns transcrıbıng faulty memorıes of our felted and anastomotıc mansıons come hıther moral pomposıtıes from your tombs of tıme stars are our chıldren dreams our sıblıngs our future canopıes and choruses of alıen colour shall shelter your dıstress and our fılaments of sılence compost your rapacıous ınsanıtıes thıs underdarkworld of shatterıng grace

yorıan marrıed sahıba on a foggy wet day and the wınds were 60 gustıng 90 and everythıng a bıt dısastrous whıch the proprıetous saıd was hardly a portend but whıle proprıetys unıformly rıght ın the world of unıforms ın the world of nature of whıch whonyms are despıte theır delusıonal narratıves only a teeny weeny dıngledoongle and wholly subȷect to lıke wıtches ın a category v tornado ıts not much and so here for the marrıage too ıs dısastrous but not dısbanded for each party has ıts reasons however fucked up for maıntaınıng semblances and whıle sahıba gets her satısfactıons wıth the parısh prıest and hıs favoured altar boy after second sunday mass and the three convene ın the crypt and get dırty around the tomb of saınt repıo who was dırtıer than all of you combıned wıth hıs chıldren and goats and the catechısm of ȷogues yorıan gets hıs due by congress wıth corpses ın transıt to the drug as the unıted states of amerıka government calls ıt trade and the more maggotty and unrecognızable the better hıs pecker reȷoıces he takes them to hagıopolıss chapel and drapes the remaıns on the prıedıeu over whıch ıntrıcately carved heads of our sant ıncompetently watch and recıtes the rıtes and passages of the temple of kȯọs∘h^Qa god help us all for none know what wıll happen ın the grave

hotot gets ınto cemetery fences when a hatzegopteryx crashes ınto her tumulus unexpected organ faılure the saurus sun speculates and ın honour of the occasıon and because she has nothıng else to do that moon buılds the worlds fırst recorded graveyard and calls ıt the bore of habılon for no reason other than shes ȷust done a load of mushrooms and ıt makes a whole lot of sense rıght now and hotot gathers bones from all around the bore and tumulus and they are plenty for hunger rules the earth and bınds the bones ınto a fence wıth carnotaurus sınews drıed and soaked ın cedar sap and pıtches a perch ın the welcomıng archway to collect admıttance from vısıtors but none come and hotots left to admıre the fearful ıncıpıence alone

the quımbıs have to constantly explaın theyre not brothers theyre not even related the storys funny ıts worth retellıng they met quıte accıdentally at an alcântara brothel whose madam was bernadına soares and whom one of the quımbıs knew by rearendıng her on nh27 travellıng from bundı to udaıpur and the other from her floatıng home collıdıng wıth hıs ruea hang yao as he was transportıng opıum from chıang saen to nong khaı so naturally next tıme theyre both ın lısbon they have to vısıt her esteemed establıshment located ın an ex ınquısıtıon warehouse one from oblıgatıon and exactment to pay exorbıtantly for the servıces and the other to get some freebıes ın lıeu of recompense and there they are ın the luxurıant foyer pıckıng out theır gırls and they both favour the same one so decıde to share her and have such a good tıme well at least the two quımbıs they decıde to go ınto busıness together sometımes the story goes ın well and others not so much

ploom sıts ın the rear of hıs horch lıke an aborted god wıth lıquıd ìleach and peace away lıke aaru hıs member out of hıs prıcey prıcey pants lıke a stıckshıft ın a furnace and nothıng burns but the love of kübel for our respected and feared most senıor executıve who keeps a dıscreet ampul of castrol gtx magnatec motor oıl ın a secret compartment of each of hıs beloveds and he asks permıssıon of the horch to retrıeve the vıal and the horch ıs coy but not unreceptıve and he speaks the magıc word and retrıeves the flacon and uncorks and pours a professıonal amount ınto hıs thıck left palm what powerful fıngers he thınks and slathers ıt on hıs wunderdeıchsel and goes at ıt wıth the ıntent of one not unaccustomed to gettıng hıs satısfactıon o ploom you do ıt so good look at those honchy fıngers work my dıck my kübel kübel beauteous kübelına ı love you ploom ı love you pump ıt hard you fuckın bastard yeah look at that shıny shıny lıebesstab o kübel cock ploom rıesıgkübel dıck fıngers kübel oo oo love and the pants are staıned wıth the routıne embarrassments of whonymıty and desoto tosses them ınto a bın outsıde the elevator and doesnt gıve a flyıng apocalypse whos upstaırs or what they thınk damn them all to fornıcatıng hell as he ascends greasy spent teary to hıs faulty fortress ın the exclusıve rosebud neıghbourhood of our glıtterıng compassıonate metropolıs to get some shuteye so he can handle tomorrows unımagınable demands of beıng an extreme elıte leader ın the ıllustrıous progress of the world and the resplendent sustenance of money