Nightqueen *

The other night I awakened as hovercraft, circling some kind of dusty gem-encrusted queen sleeping upright on a night throne on the Nazca Plain.  She burned gold and crimson under my firefly hovercraft lights, though she was covered with dust, beautiful, nodding.  Circling her head coming closer I heard her mumbling.

“Examining the spectrum of monstrification we can rapidly recognize that monstrification extrudes at the source point of circulation blunting.  If disease is born from an inhibition of soul-life, soul-life circulation is the key to reanimation across the numb-zones of deadification and separation blunting.  Sorry things have deadened, numbness expands like the flabby of banality in every direction.  Coyotes will be released to unplug fixity.  First the gold elevators of the Trump Tower open to reveal first one giant Indian clown, a Koshari.  He is mammoth brown—broad jawed with raggedy clothes but this one’s raggedy is electrified.  He wears a polka-dotted hat with a broad brim and pom-poms hanging from it.  He stands in the gold open elevator of the Trump Tower as the first sign of the others to come down one after another like a slurry of blessings that open the elevators to infiltrate the city.  This heyokeh secretly carries in his briefcase a medicine bundle with spangled gak to infect with blessing the atrocities in every dead man’s quarter.  Corporate showrooms, sexslave camps, bad masons, boardrooms and bedrooms of each and every character that Christ would spit from his mouth for being neither hot nor cold.  The polka dot Heyokeh exits the elevator, walks behind a screen where he is simultaneously cloaked in a suit carrying a suitcase through the city flled and leaking with spangles as holy as the saliva and bodily fluids exchanged between Christ’s and Magdalene’s.  Sopping wet from Christ sperm and Magdalene’s blessed foam, Entrails everywhere are enlivened and golden, heightened elongate till dancing.  Take your dreary dead man’s cloak and silkenwebbery you are covered with greasy plaid stuff and bless it with  the gak from the polka-dotted contrary’s spotted apocraphal bible.  Deadification occurs when the rapid rise of wonder and awe and love in one’s tissue is met with sudden denial or shock or battery and somehow the denied one is distracted and doesn’t meet this rupture with full-blown howling or more simply, unlike the traumatized animal who has just shammed dead and rises to shake the trauma off the spine, we sometimes forget after springing to our feet to shake the trauma off the spine.

Hey! Yer tailbone is stuck in the inverted position! Stick a finger in and yank the tailbone down!  Take the spangles from the contrary’s briefcase and sup of it from your fingertips.  It lives in you he/she lives everywhere!  In fact, examining the broad spectrum of monstrification we can rapidly recognize that monstrification extrudes at the source point of circulation blunting and that soul life circulation across fixed borders of ancestral and familial separation and forgetting is the key to reanimation across the numbzones.”

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