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Pink and yellow flesh of the Halo's morning crinkled with Carmen heated curlers and coffee woman smiles trace bits of toast crumbs on candy striped sheets in the strange dawning fawning light revealing glimpse of breast under dirt-red nightgown unavoidable look listening to look looking at listener caught between breasts and whatever acid coffee and sticky sweet aftertaste of residual smell of sleep puff eyes and soiled underwear, unavoidable. Omphale the scythe-Bride's sidecut deep penetrate almost cuts garment funny hat she wears on her horse and those huge furryones what you may call ‘em they wear with all that red blood and gold finery pomp, pompous, Pompeii and ceremony recent acquisition unavoidably owned gratuitously yours forever deserving the undeserved why cluster group crowd jolt push let's see where is she did you see the dress the hat pink chiffon pink flesh halo halo halo what's going on here then run, scarper, hunted relentlessly intoning your transparency.
Beefeaters.
Hand-over fist.
None here hear opaque sounds clearly obviously oblivious to looking. Nodding off to murmured litany: vicious circle vagina with teeth childhood joke onanism unavoidable revolve spinning out of control shoes rushing through skirts to lady lectures is everybody here in fashionable dada skirts? We boast very special lighting control adjusts all here present surrealist period important movements big move no chief even Monthly Python’s juxtaposition crowds of civilisation and progress over audible distraction fight that woman who's a freud of the unconscious adjusting glasses with id askew wigs. Eros’s sexual drive to Thanatos as aim for death-life black body of dream’s desires, blood red incisions new guard same suit but fatter rudder and all that unseeing eye palaver hollowing out of headless woman with beckoning ruddy handsome sky swimmers fish gags on phallic symbols.
We used to have a stammer too funny how some words tripped up trip freely reeling rolling clichés ignoring the moulds missing the joke jumping the gun shooting his little pink cockatoo, poor Ernst maximus, plight his troth, this queen’s throat with silent ‘H’ and the errant ‘a’.
Cock or two in earnest getting closer soon to surround all those women middle-aged panic pulling out withdraw from the woman she's too strong for me metamorphosis of narcissus with no capacity for loving echoed back his own litany accusing self with blame, or worse, but who will if he cannot why is he so beautiful why the figure finger and the egg changing to gas rising with tender tendency bursting outwards breaking inwards storming fortress bastion of virginity shudder tremble spasm contort the mocking teasing holding back woman on her horse: Boadicea Rrose Maria-Luisa Elizabeth, target foxy tailor.
The second coming going too-ing frow-ing stand-ing ovum glorious blue farm boy antics closer to deaf psyche feeling I feel simple artists don't starve anymore what do you know hamlet hallucinatory starvation colours nightmare hunger grinning fat bird strange woman symbol looking unconvinced unconceived unconcerned bored rich and theatrically bland alone with Marcel the sieves sieve-semen, the chocolate is grinding the witnesses witness court ritual crowds gather flags wave cameras click corn sways push jolt plan shoot gone blank to roll over had enough Sarajevo Ferdinand -1234567 inquisitive inquisition I only wanted to know defended my right to tender my plight too this is how it is why the difference she up there us here like some overfed barren queen-bee taking food producing pomp makes work--- what Cooks keepers foot-men liveries valets guards secretaries fashion designers strange employment that, to dress a window, Duchamp’s done some flotsam headless servile female with apron garment tantalizing the hungry tap on knee L’eau de Vie piss drinking golden shower brigade some god or other appeared to some broad or other that way, Danae or somesuch.
I knew one once he died of a heart attack at thirty too much piss perhaps to fall in love with your own defecation whatever with your image but that's wrong—right left right march out defend protect change guard happy birthday only official, of course, great pomp nothing like a good show followed by a meal few drinks home and sex money — prostitution perhaps Piccadilly that's where they hang out pick-up boys older men any for money stand on wimpy corner tight jeans crotch bulge neon advertisement, it's the real thing, making eyes sidled glances this ones on me —don’t be a fool—change feet, funny expression that, for what? Wheels perhaps speed off to sordid room grope pretend extend inflict withdraw, accept whiskey and tobacco breath choke for air gag swallow hard with a squeeze of vacuum cleaner ease, ablution absolution bless me father for I have sinned six times alone no with others why for money father why unemployed dad why not nag mag--days to spend emptying the hours into galleries like these only just beats Denman street behind the Dilly fewer people warmer still the surreptitious glances though sex is hard to avoid even beneath a veneer of culture refined and stately attack on Leonardo’s nose, poor pieta, assault the living overturn the stalls ransack the temple get ‘em where it hurts—it hurts this constant coming raw from rubbing and rocking tired of hearing vicious circle onanism chariot of the bride—fire—plummet and fall as wild sun-horses jerk free and bless-me-dad moans.
Nine moulds were eight with the consistency of jelly with a wobble on your plate, Bride falls in head-first perhaps suffocation raspberry fool a real blow-out how do they go so rigid it's beyond me they have their own rules all fall: waterfall Bride's-fall veil's-fall bachelors-fall clothes-fall horse-fall, Panic! who was it run forward look it was me I did it take me I came erect, un-cocked, came jerked until empty put the wind up her but those horses are trained though for car back fire back to fire vicious circle vestal virgins guardian of the sacred fire dropped her clothes to tantalize could bring about her fall but she's careful it’s the good girls make the mistakes. I remember, we knew when she conceived like no other time she cried I too later didn't know wherever the sound was corning from deep down siren-like unimaginable abortion torn out from a well of empty longing recorded on camera using charts optically ground to perfect the image on screen, do I get the part?
I want to do it —he has no lead in his pencil led through his stencil, make your mark and meet your match mix and match thatch mark my words silly boy to get lost in the Sahara lots of money to retrieve him anaconda fashion back to the bosom of his mother’s curls, no I insist, let us pray let us pay Rrose upon rows what pun funny that multiple sexual coupling poor rose’s scarlet flower thorny bloodbath the female circumcision’s anesthetized cries and pallid whimpers, unavoidable lady with high-buttoned blouse and Maggie Smith mouth asserting herself with posturing confidence-assured sorority delicately tearing croissants crossed legged and prim shod saucers full of coffee slops moon-eyed and lithesome now the hands acknowledge the hands gesticulating finger counting exercise caressing growth checking stunting squeezing restraining maiming denying whispering crying eating swallowing choking swimming drowning ravenous appetite, the human race is blind, their whole life too now Faust you too be blind at last bowl of conception scissors cross-chew cupid’s wings leg or breast tired of watching waiting for this thing to move revolve revolver shot pulls on the cannon mark twenty one gun salute and dash to speaker's corner to expound
and expire
watch jocular oculists record slowed down turning recording projecting with commentary lies grafted on greyly regurgitating pain as event strained to prevent content inclusion—entertain at all costs the earth, apocalypse whoops, see no hear no speak no feel nothing background music, I talk to the trees but they don't listen to me listen to me listen to me listen to me listen to me six times six six six the devil’ s number is up, up and away we go —listen to me —run forward freeze-frame cut incidental music voice over commentary redux switch to queen falling off horse stunned silence cut switch to crowd shock horror cut to close-up open-mouthed shots of horse bucking slow motion to freeze frame with noise of six shots editing past track back to crowds slow motion confusion arms hands faces mouths fists ears eyes teeth laughing child gel of mob rushing forward heavily policed uniformed conformity attack blows raised weapons frozen faces hate scalpel dental work teeth fly balls crunch jaw grates open cheeks to blood and sand love gasoline excellent lubricant ensures smooth running of diverse parts in private between consenting adults only one or two left a bit right a bit steady easy does it forward a bit back aim shoot fall splash fire upwards strive seep through encounter mirror back to start next please name address age sex schooling previous experience what sort of work signed on before anywhere difficult with no experience square peg in round hole and all that lobster thermidor, palace fit for a king home of the gentry there's no place like home is where the heart is a lonely hunter, Diana, remembering the hunt the haunches the steam rising the chaps in chaps the horse shit on the pavement outside our house remnants of an age imperial leftovers I couldn’t believe it when she told me that her three brothers were army officers dad was in the Punjab very defensive about it in the middle of the village square where the hunt would meet bobbing up and down on its horsey meat-smelling haunches, libidinous moisture, gasoline of the hunt, thighs wrapped around hot flanks mounting excitement tender cherry red-lipped cheeks with plumb voices tickled by sodden tongues hair-netted and nifty-hatted blood-redded and crotch- stained joddies tally-watching ho the nags defecate uncontrollably mesmerized by the evaporating turd quantities mixed with the aroma of aftershave port and Chanel, watching and wondering as to the outcome sensing the sexual frenzy of the chase and the blood let
that mark of Cain.
Afterwards scraping the street’s bounty for the cabbage patch as the guards retrieve their monthly pay check monthly blood-let for their daily inactivity sit beg roll good dog give sit give your time good dog sell your time good dog barter your life accept your lot Sodom your Gomorrah bugger your mate plan wait stand concealed amongst congealed concealed congealers perhaps carry a flag adopt adoration attitude, ad-lib, admire mingle and work forward to fore of audience waving waiting watching time choosing position seeing and been seen conspicuous corner, camera corner, conspiracy corner collectors corner-watch and wait be watched bothering the bewildered, defiled and defiant, impotent and somewhat erect, feeling the filling the swelling expansion to the point of overflow of excitement preparing to fire raising the shaft doffing the hat barrels whirl grindingly grind the mechanism taking over as the chant begins concurring with the exposition flag-waves voices rise excitement mounting as she straddles her jewel encrusted shell revealing herself in glory to the chant of birth of Venus birth of Venus birth of Venus, birth’s afterbirth for England Harry and St James my heart beating wildly, yes, hackle-risen, yes, target in position, yes, presentation smile in place, yes, present arms, yes, and his heart was going like mad yes plagiarism yes queen of heaven yes the ocean star yes guide of us wanderers here below the shooting star yes I said yes I will Yes...
1981
Alpaca suri wig. Ready for shipping
"Blueberry fantasy"
Size 8-9 inch.
Fantasy style sidecut with one sidebraid wig, embroidered with toho beads.
Colors: royal blue and pastel purple for hairs,
black with blue shine for rose,
purple, black and deep blue for beads.
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"Rainbow spirit"
Size 8-9 inch.
Sidecut hairstyle, layered long part .
Colors: rainbow pastel shades.
Materials: angora goat fur, elastic soft cap with elastic cord, no need silicone cap.
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