    Paradisian Ejects

    Kay and Pat raced the day to hit every event, she in a
    woodgrained Dodge suburban, curbcocking, spinwheeling tween
    portico columns, hipknocking the butler, wolf-whistling
    martini, magnetizing crowd's eyes; he skimming speedbumps
    in a skyblue ragtop Buick, four-wheel drifting, drawer-shitting
    chauffers chamoising limos, jitterbugging putting green lawns,
    swivelhipping the ballbelles, glistening, spotlighting,
    eclipsing Kay's starshine.

    Kay darkholed Pat's entry, grittoothed the crowd's aver her,
    cut-dead to Edie, said, watch this.

    Kay uncinched her breastbow, downwiggled drapery, exhibited
    naked hourglass splendor, sutured ceasarian maroon-sashwise.

    The crowd gasped at her marred perfection, the purpled
    striped albaster abdomen, brutal evidence of infanticide,
    inflicted by Protestant pediatric surgeon Pat, insistent to
    disembowel she of his own flesh mirror, narcissicize his
    lineage, a son spitting image, delivered surgically,
    modernly, bypassing Kay's Catholic medieval gashish sanguinal
    fecal paganish popish deplacement downstream gushing
    babywater throwout.

    Stillborn, the dead jesus fetus paralyzed Adam's exquisite
    $million hands into dysfunctional hooks, unable to properly
    close Eve's gape. Botched once, botched again for removal of
    surgical leavings which Godsown insisted on performing to
    assuage his initial failure to progenate himself, to assure
    the resurrection of his omnipotence, only to succumb to the
    inrush of timeless memory, the terrible loss of son of god,
    his reflective image, his mundane immortality, became again
    impotent, to irreparably damage Eve's eternal mothernence,
    scarred her heavenence, her soletime creation, her reason to
    die in birth, her service to God, Father Infanticide, forever
    wasted.

    Confronted with this apostasy, Pat undid his bolo, his belt,
    his fly and shimmied irredescent flares to heel, revealing
    prosthetic leather and chrome, both legs sinewy contraptions.

    The crowd moaned at the remembrance of water-ski queen Kay
    being pulled by Pat in great circles for her to ramp
    skyward, somersaulting, twisting, backflipping, then the two
    exchanging roles for him to learn the sport. The horror of
    him tumbling, plunging deep, unseen by her, then rising
    dolphinly, laughing triumphantly in her path to be delegged
    by dual Mercs 100-horses racing.

    Edie bansheed, you two, you're nothing, look at this.

    She ripped away her ruffle-neck queen liz to bare extra
    virginal absence of mammaries, dual craters, seeping
    putridities where milk must flow, stenching of sulphurous
    acidities, weeping poison for starving babies.

    Butler bessemer blasted, the three of you are crybabies,
    ponder this godforsaken malformity.

    Depenguined he showed seared ripples from armpit to ankle,
    parboiled, fried, barbequed, sauteed, degenitaled, Nathan's
    Famoused, he said, vat dipped at Boarshead's, undied
    preserved sodium nitrated dyed No 3 red.

    The crowd aghasted. Then one, two, all the paridisian ejects
    commenced to bare their degarbed, nest-foulest afflictions,
    one upping over-medicatings, awry liposuctions, abortion
    mishaps, sterilization and implant and enhancement and
    deblemishment failures, murderous encounters with terrorists
    and 18-wheel dozers and jittery muggers, revolting,
    repulsing, disgusting, ridiculing each other's sorrowful and
    vainmost tortures, misfortunes, befallments, punishments,
    sufferings, stigmatas, free passes safehome to god's palace
    via angelic, narcissicist god-'s-worst -emulative
    inescapable imposed welcomed embraced flaunted cruelty.

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    Date: Sun, 06 Jul 1997 20:57:27 -0400
    To: wire@monkey-boy.com
    From: John Young <jya@pipeline.com>