Fantasia ... The Sound Of The Dead

Before the syllable returned to the mouth, death rode the hind-end of profanity; while the lesbianic snow turned the pillars of stone to white dwarfs. Misty moonlight mingled with red hot coals as shadow of shame crossed the mountain stream in search of phoenix. Murky midnight masticated the bowels of insanity producing mad copulations peering into the solar orb. Bloody cataracts flowed into stenching streams spewing their gangrenous fumes into mirror world as evil one plucked the feathers of darkness from the soul of mankind, while the castrated peon danced with the menstruating pagan to the tune of hickory dickory dock the mouse ran up the clock, while caos hurled thunderbolts at the spark of life. They sought protection of the WORD as the White Dove of Salvation .. carrying the universe in its beak .. lifted them above the pits of condemnation and .. horrified .. they watched the Freudian iceberg squeeze through the needle eye of conscious mind ripping and tearing away huge chunks of ego flesh, while the pink whale cakewalked across the chasm of desire and the naked monkey jammed his finger up the ass of the Buddhist monk. © William M. Sowman -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 03:42 PM PST   17 • 0 • 16