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“ Nothing is True — Everything is Permitted —” Last words Hassan I Sabbah

The Kid stirred in sex films and The People-City pulsed in a vast orgasm and no one knew what was film and what was not and performed all kinda sex acts on every street corner-

He took film of sunsets and cloud and sky water and tree film and projected color in vast reflector screens concentrating blue sky red sun green grass and the city dissolved in light and people walked through each other-There was only color and music and silence where the words of Hassan i Sabbah had passed-

" Pay Red —Pay back the red you stole for your lying flags and your Coca-Cola signs—

Pay that red back to penis and blood and sun—

" Pay Blue —Pay back the blue you stole and bottled and doled out in eye droppers of junk — Pay back the blue you stole for your police uniforms — Pay the blue back to sea and sky and eyes of the earth—

" Pay Green —Pay back the green you stole for your money — And you, Dead Hand Stretching The Vegetable People, pay back the green you stole for your Green Deal to sell out peoples of the earth and board the first life boat in drag — Pay that green back to flowers and jungle river and sky—

"Boards Syndicates Governments of the earth pay back your stolen colors—

Pay Color back to Hassan i Sabbah—"

PayOff The Marks?

Amusement park to the sky-The concessioners gathered in a low pressure camouflage pocket "I tell you Doc the marks are out there pawing the ground,

"`What's this Green Deal?'

"`What's this Sky Switch?’

"`What's this Reality Con?'

"`Man, we been short-timed?'

"`Are you a Good Gook?'

"`A good Nigger?'

"`A Good Human Animal?'

"They'll take the place apart-I've seen it before- like a silver flash-And The Law is moving in-Not locals-This is Nova Heat — I tell we got to give and fast-Flicker, The Movies, Biologic Merging Tanks, The lot Well, Doc?"

"It goes against my deepest instincts to pay off the marks-But under the uh circumstances-caught as we are between an aroused and not in all respects reasonable citizenry and the antibiotic handcuffs-"

The Amusement Gardens cover a continent-There are areas of canals and lagoons where giant gold fish and salamanders with purple fungoid gills stir in clear black water and gondolas piloted by translucent green fish boys-Under vast revolving flicker lamps along the canals spill The Biologic Merging Tanks sense withdrawal capsules light and soundproof water at blood temperature pulsing in and out where two life forms slip in and merge to a composite being often with deplorable results slated for Biologic Skid Row on the outskirts: (Sewage delta and rubbish heaps-terminal addicts of SOS muttering down to water worms and floating vegetables-Paralyzed Orgasm Addicts eaten alive by crab men with white hot eyes or languidly tortured in charades by The Green Boys of young crystal cruelty)

Vast communal immersion tanks melt whole peoples into one concentrate-It's more democratic that way you see? — Biologic Representation- Cast your vote into the tanks-Here where flesh circulates in a neon haze and identity tags are guarded by electric dogs sniffing quivering excuse for being-The assassins wait broken into scanning patterns of legs smile and drink — Unaware of The Vagrant Ball Player pant smell running in liquid typewriter-

Streets of mirror and glass and metal under flickering cylinders of colored neon-Projector towers sweep the city with color writing of The Painter-Cool blue streets between walls of iron polka-dotted with lenses projecting The Blue Tattoo open into a sea of Blue Concentrate lit by pulsing flickering blue globes- Mountain villages under the blue twilight-Drifting cool blue music of all time and place to the brass drums-

Street of The Light Dancers who dance with color writing projected on their bodies in spotlight layers peel off red yellow blue in dazzling strip strip acts, translucent tentative beings flashing through neon hula hoops-stand naked and explode in white fade out in grey- vaporize in blue twilight-

Who did not know the name of his vast continent? — There were areas left at his electric dogs-Purple fungoid gills stirred in being-His notebooks running flicker screens along the canals-

"Who him? — Listen don't let him out here."

Two life forms entered the cracked earth to escape terrible dry heat of The Insect People-The assassins wait legs by water cruel idiot smiles play a funeral symphony-For being he was caught in the zoo-Cages snarling and coming on already-The Vagrant passed down dusty Arab street muttering: "Where is he now?" — Listening sifting towers swept the city American dawn words falling on my face- Cool Sick room with rose wallpaper-"Mr. Bradly Mr. Martin" put on a clean shirt and walked out-stars and pool halls and stale rooming house-this foreign sun in your brain- visit of memories and wan light-silent suburban poker worn pants-scratching shower room and brown hair-grey photo-on a brass bed-stale flesh exploded film in basement toilets-boys jack off from-this drifting cobweb of memories-in the wind of morning — furtive and sad felt the lock click-

He walked through-Summer dust-stirring St. Louis schoolrooms-a brass bed-Cigarette smoke- urine as in the sun-Soccer scores and KiKi when I woke up-Such wisdom in gusts-empty spaces- Fjords and Chimborazi-Brief moments I could describe to the barrier-Pursuits of future life where boy's dawn question is far away-What's St. Louis or any conveyor distance? St. Louis on this brass bed? Comte Wladmir Sollohub Rashid Ali Khan B Bremond d'Ars Marquis de Migre Principe di Castelcicale Gentilhomo di Palazzo you're a long way from St. Louis. Let me tell you about a score of years' dust on the window that afternoon I watched the torn sky bend with the wind. white white white as far as the eye can see ahead a blinding flash of white . (The cabin reeks of exploded star). Broken sky through my nostrils- Dead bare knee against the greasy dust Faded photo drifting down across pubic hair, thighs, rose wallpaper into the streets of Pasto-The urinals and the bicycle races here in this boy were gone when I woke up- Whiffs of my Spain down the long empty noon-Brief moments I could describe-The great wind revolving lips and pants in countries of the world-Last soldier's fading-Violence is shut off Mr. Bradly Mr.-I am dying in a room far away-last-Sad look-Mr. Of The Account, I am dying-In other flesh now Such dying-Remember hints as we shifted windows the visiting moon air like death in your throat? — The great wind revolving lip smoke, fading photo and distance Whispers of junk, flute walks, shirt flapping-Bicycle races here at noon-boy thighs- Sad-Lost dog-He had come a long way for something not exchanged. sad shrinking face. He died during the night.

Smorbrot

Operation Sense Withdrawal {4} 4 The most successful method of sense withdrawal is the immersion tank where the subject floats in water at blood temperature, sound and light withdrawn — Loss of body outline, awareness and location of the limbs occurs quickly, giving rise to panic in many American subjects — Subjects frequently report feeling that another body is floating half-in and half-out of the body in the first part — Experiments in sense withdrawal using the immersion tanks have been performed by Doctor Lily in Florida — There is another experimental station in Oklahoma — So after fifteen minutes in the tank these marines scream they are losing outlines and have to be removed — I say put two marines in the tank and see who comes out — Science — Pure science — So put a marine and his girl friend in the tank and see who or what emerges — is carried out in silent lightless immersion tanks filled with a medium of salt bouillon at temperature and density of the human body-Cadets enter the tank naked and free floating a few inches apart permutate on slow currents-soon lose the outlines of body in shifting contact with phantom limbs-Loss of outline associated with pleasant sensations — frequently orgasms occur-