Yes, the witch and
her necklace of teeth: she, who was Lilith escaped from Eden, Adam's
first divorce, refusor of his tyranny, was (metaphorically) devouring a
C.S. Lewis Christian propagandic talking dog/lion of Narnia, Moonlight
her supple dangling breasts. The Idea of cannibalism. And she ate him
with her toothy cunt, drooling back to front. (So if it's "further up
and further in" you want, let's call it a sodomy.) This, then, is how
Christ of Nazareth ended up with his golden mane & halo the last
protruding part, and a woman's bulging voluptuous uterus the testament.
"Please," he said. "I recant/ It was all bullshit." The Holy Trinity,
180o reduced to a line. (& were they all connected, suffered, then,
as a candle. I thought so. Well, fuck.) so, grammatical...;
Then, all at once, all the petty
princes and princesses in faery land shat themselves. It was a foul
diarrhea, runny and puffy with raisinette clods. Pockets of green fart
and sporadic constipated explosions issued now and again.
It ruined fine clothes. It rippled loud, deafening. It just kept on flowing.
The king and queen submerged a
troupe of dwarves in the throne room; A few winged faeries got caught
in the grapeshot of Squire Limaway's Movement as he lurched forward off
his unicorn steed in the middle of the hunt. Others were asleep, and
woke in acidic pools of what had been their mattresses, boiling up. At
least it was warm.
Sila Billonaj the toad, and Por
Morridge, his homosexual bat companion...they had set out on a...years
later the gryphons would still...a great calamity...the towers crumbled
to the ground and sank into the mud...steamy, ferocious sex..."calm
clams? shut up. as if."...
A teeny tiny little girl was born, just the size of a clitoris. In fact...
The seven horses stormed out of the
gates in a cascade of splintering wood and began to lash Medwin
horribly with their tails until the cowardly forest elf was streaked
with bloody hashes.
"What is happening?" he (or she) cried in schizophrenic unison, "I can't follow this at all! God help me"
So God reached down from his
obtrusive weird heavenly paradise, where no one in their right mind
would ever really want to be except maybe as a tourist for a few days,
and whisked little Medwin off to a harem in the Mid-East. But these
days there are only bones left.
Why, then, couldn't the frisky
woodlanders rape those bastard-hungry developing jack-capitalists, blow
up the dams, pour sugar in the gas tanks, stuff moth-balls in the
tail-pipes, spike the trees, pop the tires, pull down the power-lines,
blow-up the pipelines, and molitov every building in sight to the
detriment (this is a handbook-guide) of the
colonial-industrial-civilizational juggernaught? And with that, they
did it, and all was well. Talking squirrels, Badgers, Tumnus the faun,
and all our Neverending friends. Hell. You could do it.
"You are such a cadge" "What was
that for? I love dragons" "Go bang a hell-honey" "Identity-whore"
"Titty-whore" "Ass-breath" "No-face" "Draft-Dodger" "Politico" "Mormon"
"Neuro-Mathematical-Liberal & Counter Revolutionary"
"Piss-for-Teeth" etc. So the mudslings of giant hegemonical wyverns.
Timony! my penis is glowing, called Edgar from the depths of the caver below. But nobody ever heard, and the tale ended sad.
A giant fish leapt up and devoured
the giant fisherman lazing on the shore by his cave: the beginning of a
long and beautiful relationship between the digestive tract of the
fish, and the giant, whose three orphaned babies would variously starve
to death and choke intending to devour one another.
[& the anthropo-whateverism of all the players in these stories, slightly humanoid.
The moral of the story is - waait a minute... this is just a deception. heeey'm. ha! saw through that one well enough.
Once upon a time, a story began to attack and unravel itself.