CRASHING
Dogstar is crashing/His whole world is crashing/Everything is crashing/We are
all crashing/This novel/myth/prose-poem is crashing/His whole place is cluttered
with beer bottles & cans & overflowing ashtrays/Dogstar is pacing up & down
frantically wondering what to do/What is becoming of him?/He can't get a good job
because he's gone crazy & is a veteran of an unpopular war/He's just a stupid dishwater-
dishwasher in a grotesque topless bar with grotesque dishes & grotesque customers/He
lives in a broken-down rathole of a cottage behind the place/He is pacing up & down in
his place & he is going crazier every minute/His cat stares at him with ears folded back
in terror/He lights up a Winston cigarette to aid & abet his madness/He has to take a
piss/Just piss on it/What'd he have to start smoking for again anyway?/He stubs it out on
the floor & for good measure, he pisses on it/The management hardly cares/Who
cares?/Does anybody care?/Does a dog have Buddha-nature?/Or does the Buddha have
dog-nature?/Who cares?/Dog spelled backwards is God/Who the hell cares?/Stop
the world, I want to get off/Dogstar is getting off/What does any of it matter?/The main
character of this pointless story is staring at himself in a small cracked bathroom
mirror/He's trying to figure out if that's really him/He has misplaced his identity
somewhere/He has long brown hair parted in the middle/He has hazel-amethyst
eyes/He's trying to grow a beard/He has a handle-bar mustache/What does it
matter?/He wouldn't be too bad-looking, if he'd only get that sulky look off his face/He
has thin lips/He has a short nose/He has a sulky look on his face/How did he wind up this
way?/Fuck all that/He opens the bathroom cabinet door, grabs a medicine bottle, shakes
out a few pills with trembling hands spilling a few to the floor, & rapidly swallows
them without water/He's gotta have his fix or he'll go crazy/He's addicted to the pills, but
what else can he do?/What else does he have to live for?/Stop the world/Let me get
off/Who cares?/After a few interminable eternal moments, the pills have their
effect/Dogstar is getting off the world/He feels the welcome rush emerging from his
belly/Ah, he feels much better now/He can get off on the world now/Now maybe he'll
actually be able to get through another day of the hell his life has become/When he goes
to wash those dishes, he won't feel a thing/His boss, Hairy Harry, proprietor of
"Cloud 9 Lounge", Wheatfield's infamous one & only topless bastard bar, knows he is
a downer addict, but doesn't care/No one cares/Does Buddha have dog-nature?/Outside
the cottage, snow is falling in buckets/The whole place is surrounded by mounds &
mounds of snow/It's impossible to go anywhere in these kind of conditions/He's utterly
trapped in this kind of situation/Dogstar stares at the stranger in the mirror/There is a
crack across the face/Is that really him or is that some kind of joker posing as
him?/The joker makes leering faces at himself & sticks out his tongue in defiance/The
joker walks into his room & looks at the clock, the enemy which rules his temporal,
temporary existence/It is time to bravely face the world/I've got to get off/The joker
puts on his winter garments, opens the door, & plunges in through the snow/The cat
rushes out in a panic/The joker smashes through the rear kitchen door & sticks a card in
a punch-line clock/Stop the world/I've really got to get off/The joker has gotten off all
right/He can't feel a thing/He puts on his filthy sauce-stained apron & gets right to
work/The joker washes piles & piles of dishes/He giggles at the bubbles/He sees multi-
colored Cosmic swirls in each & every one of them as they ceaselessly form & pop/The
joker has clocked out to cuckoo-land/
Stop the world, I've got to get off --- Stop this dream, I've got to wake up --- Stop
this anti-myth, there is no way out of this labyrithine nightmare --- I'm getting off right
now --- Meanwhile, the three Japs who have been following Dogstar all over the place
have moved in next to him in an adjourning cottage in "Motel 23" --- Stop ---- They have
industriously set up micro-wave machinery & are continuously beaming streams of
micro-waves in his direction at all hours of the day & night --- Stop --- They are
extremely eager to observe what effect it will have on his nervous system --- They want
to drive him crazy --- They are trying to drive him crazy --- Stop this madness --- They
will do everything they can to drive him crazy ---- They well understand his paranoia &
know that they will drive him crazy --- They drop over at his place --- They introduce
themselves as his new neighbors --- They say they are computer students at
University City --- They want to borrow a cup of sugar --- So they say --- They walk into
his place --- They carefully eye the interior of his place & avidly take notes of the
degradation his life has crumbled into --- It looks very promising --- They find his hidden
stash & slip an experimental ingredient into it --- I want to get off --- They follow him
around, his constant companions --- They are a figment of his imagination --- Dogstar
refuses to concede to their reality --- They stand behind him as he washes piles of
dishes --- They make cryptic comments to one another in FORTRAN --- They make
recordings of his brainwaves while he is asleep, while he is awake, while he is high --- It
looks very promising --- Get off while you can --- They sit beside him while he takes
breaks from his hideous job in the main lounge --- They approvingly observe Stella
Telestar doing her nightly unveiling --- They record her brainwaves & those of the
jaded businessmen & redneck construction workers in the room --- It looks promising ---
Stop the world --- They tap him on the shoulder & ask him for a Winston cigarette ---
They invite themselves over to Dogstar's place after midnight --- They set up video-
equipment in his place & re-run explicit pornographic material they have shot of his
various antics with Stella Telestar --- For a certain sum of money, they will not release
this to the world at large --- Dogstar does not give a fuck --- He's getting off fast --- When
he takes hikes into the woods, they keep exactly thirty meters behind him --- They watch
him through binoculars like innocent birdwatchers --- Stop the world --- Dogstar's dreams
are disturbed by the constant buzzing of microwaves --- He wakes up in the middle of the
morning, his head all fuzzy --- He isn't sure how much more of this he can take --- Those
lousy Japs won't stop anywhere --- Please stop --- Yes, he is a very promising candidate
for their mad machinations --- Stop the word ---
Something very weird is going on here! Dogstar is taking a walkin the woods & a
helicopter is flying over him! What did he do! It is hovering very low! It is following
him! Dogstar starts to run! It is still following him! It's lights are flashing on & off!
He hides in some bushes! It hovers over him! A booming voice is coming out of a
loudspeaker on the helicopter! It orders him to come out with his hands up! No! No!
This is outrageous! This can't be happening! No way! Dogstar refuses to surrender!
He runs! O, he runs & runs! He runs up a secret hidden path only he knows about! He
finds some shelter in some cliffs & hides in there! The helicopter continues to hover
over him! They can't land here! It's impossible! It's too steep! Sooner or later, they
will have to run out of gas! Why are they doing this to him! Why! He must be doing
something illegal! He must be in an illegal state of consciousness! He must be on illegal
territory! His very existence is illegal! He hides & prays that they'll just go away!
Go away, you imperialistic capitalistic, militaristic, fascist pigs! You
unscrupulous motherfuckers! Get the hell out of my reality! Get out of my head! This
must be some kind of nightmare! He wishes he were anywhere else but here! Then the
helicopter flies away! He's safe! They've left! But wait! They must have gone back
to the home base for re-inforcements! He runs back down the down the path! He
gets to the edge of the woods! There's a cop car there, flashing its red strobe light! He
runs into the depths of the woods! He isn't safe anywhere! His very state of mind is
illegal! What the hell is going on here! He pushes his way through bushes & brambles
to another side of the woods! He sneaks out where there are railroad tracks! A
helicopter flies right over his head! It missed him by just a few feet! A huge train is
riding down the tracks towards him! A highway is nearby! There are cop cars all over
the highway! They yell out through mega-phones for him to come out & surrender! No
way! He runs back in the woods! The helicopter keeps right over him! They must have
infra-red body detectors! There is no refuge for him! He runs! He runs! O, see how he
runs!
What does it all mean??? When will it all end??? Will Dogstar ever get whatever it
is he wants??? Will the Dogstar ever be anything other than a dishwasher??? Did you
know that Dogstar has been a dishwasher for three years??? Don't you think that's a
rather long time??? Do you have any idea what is going on in this sordid story??? Do
you wonder why there are all these questions??? What's the big idea about putting three
question marks after each sentence??? What are questions??? What is Truth??? What
is the difference between a question & the answer??? Is it that in order to find the
right answer, one must ask the right question??? Is the answer implied in the
question??? Whatever happened to Llang Llong, the Master mentioned earlier in
this tale??? Is any of this relevant or irrelevant??? Is it reverent or irreverent???
How come Dogstar lost his enlightenment??? Is there any hidden meaning in this story-
myth or is it merely some dada-istic avant-garde pretense??? How did this universe come
into existence anyway??? What is the sound of one hand applauding??? Does a Dogstar
have Buddha-nature??? Do you know that D-O-G spelled backwards is G-O-D???
Does that have any particular significance or is it merely a coincidence??? Does this
whole universehave any particular significance or is it merely a coincidence???
Why??? Why not??? Is Dogstar a statement concerning the general condition of
society??? What is society??? What is Truth??? Does the Buddha have Dogstar-
Nature??? Is this all a joke or is it merely coincidence??? If it is a joke, then why is it
a joke??? Why is there a 'Why?' to anything or everything??? If it is merely a
coincidence, then why is it merely a coincidence??? Does every effect necessarily have a
cause??? Does every cause necessarily have an effect??? Does every cause have a
cause of which it is an effect??? Is there life after death??? Is there death after life???
Does DNA make RNA??? How did the DNA make itself??? Does this world really
exist or is it merely a coincidence??? Why is there a 'Why?'??? Why are you sitting here
reading this???
Something weird is happening here!!! Dogstar is out on the High-Way again on his
motorbike & the chain breaks in half!!! He is in New Salem!!! He pushes it up a very
steep hill & the bottom of the engine comes loose!!! The tire has gone flat!!! The battery
has gone dead!!! Everything is going wrong at once!!! The piston is rattling & clanking
in the chamber!!! The bike is jinxed!!! There are witches in New Salem who have cursed
it!!! The bike is ruined!!! There is no way it will be fixed!!! Dogstar will never be
able to get along without his bike!!! He will be permanently stuck in the cottage in
Wheatfield at Motel 23 in Cloud 9 Lounge!!! He must have a curse on him for this to
happen to him!!! He is stuck in the night in New Salem pushing his fucked-up-to hell
bike!!! A cop stops him & gives him a ticket for pushing the bike on the wrong side of
the road & riding without a light!!! Dogstar yells curses at him as he drives away!!!
This has got to be a nightmare!!! Witches are riding their sticks across the face of the
half-moon!!! Dogstar will have to push his bike for 17 miles to get back to
Wheatfield!!! He has no choice!!! A few miles down the High-Way, dark ominous
clouds cover the face of the gloom-moon!!! Then it starts raining blood & frogs!!!
Froggy frogs!!! Frogs are hopping all over the place!!! Slippery slimey frogs!!! The
inhabitants of New Salem haven't seen anything like this is years!!! Some kids throw
frogs at him!!! The frogs are squishy & pop open like bloody water-balloons on the
grave gravelly pavement!!! Old men in long-johns get out on their porches with
shotguns & start shooting at the frogs!!! This is insane!!! This is madness!!! This can't
be happening!!! Frogs do not just start falling out of the sky!!! This must be the night
of the Evil Frog Sorcerer!!! This is utterly false!!! The Mad Joker strikes again!!!
It is 4:30 A.M.... All is utterly quiet... Nary a mouse nor cockroach doth stir...
The Great Majority of human beings in that time zone are fast asleep... This includes the
main character of this story-myth... Only his cat doth prowl randomly about, while the
human which has claimed it for a pet-slave... It is avidly seeking tasty morsels in the
garbage bag, scattering juicy tidbits all over the floor... Dogstar is fast, fast asleep...
He is breathing very slowly... He is in Stage 4 sleep... He is in Theta-Wave Land...
No thoughts... No images... Utterly oblivious... Unobvious... Then... Suddenly...
Without precedent... He jerks awake... He feels very weird... Like he took too many
downers... He's going to have to lay off that stuff... There is a shrill ringing in his right
ear... Like a Jumbo-Dumbo Jet about to take off... Like the ejection of the Space
Hustler... He reached over & attempts to turn on the light... It will not turn on for some
strange reason... It is unusually dark in the room... Except for little squishy squiggly
phosphorescent things wiggling in the air... Thousands & thousands of them...
Dogstar tries to get up... He feels very heavy somehow... Yet he feels abnormally
light... He plows through all the squiggly starry things towards the bathroom... He tries
to turn on the light, but it won't turn on there either... How odd... Is the power out?...
He feels like he is floating... Although the light is not on, he can see his reflection in the
mirror... He sees a bunch of squiggly stars flashing on & off vaguely forming a pattern
of his head & shoulders... This must be some kind of weird dream... Maybe he took way
too many downers the night before... Perhaps he is sleepwalking... Yet no one has ever
told him that he sleepwalks... But it's more like floating than walking... He is drifting...
He drifts back to his bed... This is a very interesting dream... If that is truly what it
is... What!... There is someone sleeping in his bed... How did that happen?... He
drifts closer... It looks just like him!... The someone who looks like him is somewhat
blue colored... Like he's dead or something... Maybe he died in his sleep... That is
known to happen occasionally... But he doesn't feel dead... What the hell is going on
here?... He float-walks to the front door... He should wake up sooner or later...
Interesting dream... He notes that his cat is getting into the garbage again... The cat
suddenly looks up in his direction, growls with sheer terror, & dashes under the table...
He tries to open the door... The door does not open... His hand goes right through the
doorknob... Undaunted by this obstacle, he simply slips through the door... Anything
goes in a waking dream... He feels somehow naked & exposed out there... It is very
early in the morning... On the eastern horizon, he sees iridescent patterns... The
squiggly starry things are in the air everywhere... Hmmm, this isn't so bad... Though
seemingly stark naked, he cannot feel the cold... It looks inviting... He sets off,
intending to take a float-walk... He heads towards the dawn's early light... But only a
few feet from his cottage, he feels something tug him abruptly from behind... It is
like a rope pulling him backwards... Like a coiled spring that has been stretched out, then
snapping back in place... He wakes up in his bed suddenly startled... Wow, that was
a weird dream... Yet so real-seeming... This time he knows he is really awake... Or
is he?... Maybe this is a dream also... He reaches over & tries to turn on the light... It
does not turn on... The air is full of squiggly phosphorescent starry patterns... He floats
out of bed to check it out... Here we go again...
No matter how hard he tries, Dogstar is unable to get a better job$&%He hates
being a goddamn dishwasher$&%It's so filthy$&%It's so humiliating$&%It's so
monotonous$&%It requires absolutley no intelligence whatsoever$&%He knows he
can do better than that$$$If only someone would hire him & give him a
chance$&%He'd settle for a job as a stock clerk at least$&%But, no matter what he
does, they won't hire him$&%Maybe it's because his feet stink$&%He goes in & fills
out applications$&%They tell him to go away$&%They say they'll call him$&%They
never do$&%He can read & write, he tells them$&%He is capable of filing things in
alphabetical & numerical order, he tries to impress them$&%He's real good at shining
shoes$&%He's very astute & intelligent, but that's the opposite of what they want$&%He
once took a course in computer programming$&%He can actually add & subtract &
multiply & divide$&%He might even be able to do square & triple roots & even
quadratic equations, if he brushed up a little, he mentions to them hopefully$&%They
ignore this & ask him how good is he at giving blow jobs$&%The boss likes one every
day at mid-morning break$&%How do you feel about eating shit, Mr. Dogstar?,
they casually ask him$&%Look, he can push a button as well as the next sodwhacker,
he tells them$&%He could learn their simple basic bookkeeping & how to run a cash
register on the first day$&%They solemnly shake their heads$&%That's not good
enough$&%You've gotta have experience$&%Not only that, you look like some kind of
hippie-radical-Commie-queer to me, son$&%I can see you trimmed your hair a bit, but
I know your type$&%What was it they kicked you out of the army for in
Vietnam?$&%Would you be willing to clarify that one, Mr. Dogstar?$&%You
don't appear to be 100% American$&%You don't seem to be willing to get down on your
knees & worship The Almighty Company$&%How much experience have you had at
giving blow-jobs?$&%Get out of here$&%We don't want your kind here$&%The
letters pile up unaminously stating more or less: Dear Mr. Dogstar: Thank you for
applying to our God-Almighty Company. However, we have found someone, ahem, a bit
more qualified than you. We don't feel you can match up to our rather high standards.
We feel you need some brushing up on your blow-job skills. You can be anything you
want in this Great Society of ours, if you only choose to. We will keep your application
on file for one week & then we will throw it away. We heartily wish you lots of luck
elsewhere. Sincerely, The God-Almighty Company$$$$$Dogstar tears up the letters in a
rage$&%He hates them$&%He hates the bastards who are in control of the
hiring$&%They don't have anything to lose$&%They get paid good money for telling
him he has to be a grimy dishwasher$&%Dogstar even tries to get a haircut,
wears a tie to interviews, & tries to lie convincingly$&%Unfortunately, that's not what
he's very good at, which is why a better lier gets the job$&%They manage to find out
about his questionable background in Vietnam$&%They wonder why he has been
nothing but a dishwasher for the past three years$&%His entire background is
questionable$&%He just doesn't cut it$&%Thus Dogstar has to wash dishes, wash
dishes, wash dishes, till he can't stand it anymore, till he drops dead from it, till the day
when he chooses to walk out & join the ranks of the permanently
unemployed$&%His arms sunk in greasy water, Dogstar curses the day he was born, to
experience a miserable lifetime like this$&%When's it all gonna end?$$$
The borerline between reality & fantasy is rapidly diminishing/The Joker is
the Wild Card/Any resemblance between any characters in this story & any characters in
real life, living, dead, living-dead, straight, stoned, or utterly beyond is purely
coincidental/Anybody trying to find a moral in this story-myth will be staked out in the
desert at high noon, will have their eyelids propped open with toothpicks, & will have
honey poured all over their naked bodies for the wild ants to munch on/Dogstar always
wanted to try it/He looks at it as an interesting sexual experience he ought to check
out/He induces a young 12 year old female somewhat-androgynous-looking street urchin,
whom he picks up at a street-corner party, a run-away from home, to come home with
him/He offers her all the pot & downers she wants/They get stoned on some high-grade
Columbian & listen to soul-corrupting heavy metal/They are so high, they get funny
ideas/They remove their clothes/Dogstar kisses & licks the blond-haired, blue eyed
girl all over her firm nymphet body/He sucks her pussy, licking very gently/He fingers
her with Vaseline/She writhes & wiggles/He licks the prepubescent juices/He makes an
attempt to penetrate her tight young pussy/But she is not ready for that stage yet/
/Holding tightly onto her wrists, Dogstar never-the-less comes, wrenching
violently/They do downers & lie with their bodies together/This is an interesting
game, the kid said/The whole thing felt odd, but not too bad/Another unusual sexual
experience/They fall asleep to heavy metal blasting out of the speakers/By dawn, the kid is
gone/The bag of high-grade Columbian on his dresser is also gone/"You have to
experience everything," explains the Joker/"You must experience the Outer-Most to
experience the Inner-Most."/
(Dogstar, where are you?) (Dogstar, what are you doing?) (Dogstar, why are
you living this way?) --- His inner voice beseeches him on & on, like a nagging fishwife,
but he does not hear --- He refuses to hear --- It is New Year's Eve, another year is
passing, but Dogstar is not aware of it --- Dogstar is knocked out on pain-killers in his
crabby easy chair popping springs --- He is smoking some really high-grade hasheesh &
listening to fantastic music on his wired-up umbilical cord being pumped in endless
streams into his headphones --- He is drinking a fifth of cheery cherry brandy & he is
puffing away on Indonesian clove cigarettes like they were going to go out of style the
next day --- He has one record stacked on top of another & he plans to listen all night
long --- All around there are various kinds of New Year's parties, but Dogstar doesn't
want to go to them --- He has better things to do with his time --- They're whooping it up
over in Cloud 9, setting off firecrackers, howling at the dancing girls like rabid wolves
--- They are smashing champagne bottles over the counter --- None of that for him ---
Perhaps when midnight comes, he'll sneak into the kitchen from the rear & break a pile
of dishes or two --- Then there'll be less of the damn things to wash --- Let 'em eat off the
floor like the dogs they are --- Smoke swirls up from his tiny pipe --- Every cell of his
body is tingling with bliss --- He is high above the concerns of the menial world --- He is
vaguely aware that he is slowly killing himself, but it does not matter to him --- In the
meantime, as ashtrays overflow with clove cigarettes, his inner voice makes attempt after
attempt to reach him --- (Dogstar, is this any way to live your life?) (Dogstar, don't
you want to save the world?) (Dogstar, people are suffering & dying everywhere)
(Dogstar, don't you care?) (Don't you want to help them?) (Dogstar, how can you be
so utterly insensitive?) --- Oh, shut up!, Dogstar mutters back to his inner voice, as he
stuffs more hasheesh into his pipe --- While he is at it, he snorts up a line of high-grade
Bolivian cocaine --- Man, he is really ripped! --- He can see every note of the music
which is roaring into his headphones --- (Dogstar, where are you?) (Dogstar, we know
all about you.) (C'mon, out of your shell, Dogstar, you silly boy) (Dogstar, what in the
world are you doing?) --- Dogstar sticks a finger into his right ear --- Something must
have gotten into it --- Maybe he's getting that Japanese radio station they'd been
broadcasting at his apartment lately --- He quickly slugs down a glass of brandy & turns
the volume up on his stereo --- It is all the way up --- So is the Dog-Star --- Can't get any
higher than this --- He lights up another harsh foreign cigarette --- (Dogstar, come back)
(Dogstar, come down) (Wake up, Dogstar) (Oh, please wake up Dogstar) (Dogstar,
when are you going to wake up out of your dreamy life-trance?) ---
There's a Joker in every Pack XXX The Joker is the Wild Card XXX It can be
assigned any value you want it to have XXX Doggy-Star is flat on the floor XXX Stella
Telestar is sitting upon his face XXX He is licking her throbbing clitoris XXX His nose is
buried in her ass-crack XXX She commands him to lick her ass XXX He does so
XXX It smells musky-sweet in there XXX She commands him to stick his tongue into
her Isis XXX He does so XXX He sticks it in as far as it will go & moves his tongue
around in a circular motion XXX He tastes salt & blood, steamy essence of the Great
Ocean we have left behind XXX He slides his tongue in & out, slowly & with tender
loving care XXX Stella begins to moan XXX He inserts a finger up her asshole XXX
He pushes it inside towards her vulva XXX He laps her clitoris like a water-starved
wolf that has been in a cunt-dry desert for days who has discovered a cool, clear pond
XXX He inserts three fingers into her pulsating Isis XXX He inceases the motion of his
tongue XXX She begs him to hurry it up XXX She is beginning to come XXX Her legs
wrap around his face XXX So tightly, it is getting hard for him to breathe in those
nethermost female zones XXX Do people ever get strangled this way? XXX If so, it
would not be a bad way to go XXX From the Great Womb, we emerge & to the Great
Womb, we return XXX Always keep coming back for more & more XXX She shudders
convulsively, impulsively XXX She's getting There XXX She gasps XXX One final
heave & she comes XXX She comes & comes & comes XXX We always come back for
more XXX It is never-ending XXX Protoplasmic Slime, the Wine of Isis, flows all over
Dogstar's face XXX He drinks it in with willing eagerness XXX Anyone under 21
caught reading this will be summarily shot at the crack of dawn XXX We don't want you
getting any funny ideas XXX The Management XXX
Stella Telestar & Dogstar are getting it on XYZ Stella is gently sliding the tip of her
tongue up & down the entire length of Dogstar's fully erect shimmering pulsating Lucifer
XYZ She works her way lower & takes his hairy balls into her mouth & hums a well-
known blues tune XYZ She gets behind him & gives him long loving lionine licks up &
down the crevice of his ass XYZ She swirls her tongue around his asshole XYZ She
returns to his shimmering Lucifer & takes the throbbing head into the warm salivating
interior of her mouth XYZ She teases the sandpaper-textured tissue there by licking
her tongue around & around XYZ She laps away the clear drops that have gathered there
XYZ She covers the entire organ with her mouth-womb XYZ She takes it deep into her
throat & squeezes his balls, simultaneously wiggling a finger in the crevice of his ass
just behind them XYZ Dogstar can't take it anymore XYZ He creams hot come into the
depths of her accommodating esophogus XYZ Note: This is not appropriate reading
material for anyone under 21 XYZ We must preserve the purity of essence of our nation's
youth at all costs XYZ The Management XYZ
One night, Dogstar is approached by a very rich man in Cloud 9 Lounge &&& The
very rich man offers him $50 to come home with him & perform unspeakable acts of
oral outrage upon his person &&& Dogstar casually sips his drink & pops a yellow pill
&&& He thinks it over &&& He sees some possibilities for some sort of material
acquisition here &&& He responds that he is flattered, but the rich man had better make it
$100 &&& The slobbering rich man, having plenty of bounty to dispense (though he
did not pay as great a portion of his taxes as the average wage-earner, though that's
another story), is only too eager to comply &&& He even offers to make it $250 &&&
Dogstar was pretty drunk anyway, from all the fancy souped-up drinks the rich man
kept buying him &&& He didn't give a fuck &&& Don't care what I am or what I am,
goes the old song, nor do I care who I screw &&& They are riding in the back of the rich
man's chauffeur-driven pearl-studded Rolls-Royce Deluxe &&& The rich man feels
between Dogstar's legs &&& It's kind of an interesting change of tables, being a
female-object, experiencing what it is like to be a whore &&& They wind up in a
super-duper luxurious house in the suburbs of University Town &&& He must be a
trustee of the whole University &&& He's probably on the city council &&& He's
probably a 33^ Mason &&& He's probably going to run for mayor next year &&& The
luxurious house is fitted in style with six-inch deep sheepskin rugs, a video set,
automatic bartender, quadrophrenic sound system, top-of-the-line personal computer,
among other expensive toys &&& The rich man reveals his secret stash of cocaine &
turns him on to some &&& He lays Doggystar out on the lushious sheepskin rug,
removes his pants, & gives him a long, drawn-out blow-job &&& After a long somewhat
boring interval, having some trouble getting into this, since he is so drunk, Doggystar
comes, thinking about a 12 year-old street urchin somewhere &&& Dogstar
experimentally nibbles on the rich man's flacid penis, but the rich man seems to have
trouble getting it up &&& They take a break & snort some more cocaine &&& The rich
man has a prime main-line connection from an American-protected South American
Republic &&& They gorge themselves on caviar & treat themselves to sweet,
expensive imported liquors &&& The rich man puts on some X-rated video cassette
movies that have a lot of sex & violence in them &&& They smoke some Hawaiian
sinsemilla &&& There is some particularly gory violence on the video screen about
some tenants chopping off the head of a landlord & then butt-fucking the corpse &&&
Later on, he somehow finds himself sprawled-out face-down on the sheepskin rug
&&& The rich man, turned on by the violence on the video, is sliding his dick in & out
his ass &&& Doggystar is getting reamed by a 33^ Mason Republican cocaine dealer
&&& As soon as the rich man comes, he passes out &&& Dogstar idly wanders around
the house to see what the rich man has &&& It is nearly dawn &&& It has been a long
night &&& He finds the keys to the Rolls-Royce &&& He puts them in his pocket &&&
He gets all the cocaine & sinsemilla in a garbage bag &&& He finds a thousand dollars
on the table & puts that in the garbage bag &&& He casually walks out of the mansion-
house as though taking out the garbage &&& He gets in the Rolls-Royce & drives
away &&& Later, he dumps the Rolls Royce by driving it into a golf-course pond in
the rich people's suburbun country club &&& All creatures steal from other creatures
&&& You've gotta get your kicks somehow &&&
It is at the stroke of Mid-Night... Dogstar is sitting upon the center of the floor...
The candles are burning brightly... One candle is scarlet... One is blue... The third is
yellow... The plot is thickening... We're laying it on quite thickly here... Dogstar is
playing cards... Tarot Cards, that is... The cat stares at the candle-flames & purrs
intensively... Dogstar shuffles the cards & chants an ancient invocation... He closes his
eyes & lays the cards on the floor... He lays them out in the prescribed set... The
candle-light flickers... He opens his eyes to behold what is laying there... The first Card
is the Devil... Uh, oh, that sounds kind of scary... This means that he is going to have to
experience "Evil" to its uttermost depths... The next Card is The Tower... Hmmm,
more trouble ahead... This means his whole world is going to collapse upon him... The
third Card is The Wheel of Fortune... It is upside-down... Oh, boy, this portends ill
indeed... The fourth card is The Hanged Man... This means he is going to have to
sacrifice something... He has a feeling he knows what it's going to be... The fifth Card is
The Hermit... Perhaps that indicates he is going to go into seclusion for awhile, some
kind of spiritual retreat maybe... The sixth card is The Magician... Not bad, maybe he
will attain some sort of Magical Powers... Something strange is happening here.. And
finally the seventh Card which will determine the whole pivot upon which the others
will revolve is:
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
("Balls! Balls!" cried The Queen. "If I had any, I'd be The King!")
("Does a dog have Buddha-nature?" said the White Rabbit to the Door-Mouse.)
("The Questions are always the Answers, sire," replied the Door-Mouse.)
This is outrageous! This is exciting! This is more like it! This is crazy! This is
diabolical! This is sick! This must be some sort of Mad Hatter's Joke! But listen: Isn't
this a whole lot more interesting than all that boring stuff at the beginning of this novel?
Isn't this just chock-full of extremely explicit sex & gory glorious violence? Isn't this
just what the American Reading Republic really wants? Isn't this just what makes
bestsellers? Isn't all this nasty, icky sex & nauseating violence so much more fun than
beautiful views & meditative experiences? Isn't this exactly what you fantasize about in
your most secret of lives? Isn't this just what you wouldn't want your friends, relatives,
co-workers, & business associates to know about? Wouldn't life lose its lucious spice if
there were no Evil? Remember: The Joker is the Wild Card/The Joker is the
Random Factor/The Joker is the Non-Precision which screws up every so-called
"Constant"/There are no Constants/There are only Variables/The Constants are under-
going constant variation/Variation is the only un-reliable variable/Everything is relative to
everything else/The Joker is playing Dice with the Universe/What makes you so sure
that the speed of light doesn't vary just a teensey-weesey little itty bit every now &
then?/What makes you so sure it doesn't waver a bit off in another part of the
universe?/Sort of throws the whole thing off, doesn't it?/Throws havoc with the
calculations/Can't have that kind of sin-full imprecision/It's just not consistent/Now:
Does the Buddha have God-Nature?/Does God have Buddha-Nature?/Nothing is quite
what it seems to be/One final bit of advice: Doubt --- Doubt everything you see ---
Doubt everything your senses tell you --- Doubt your seemingly "common" sense ---
Doubt everything you are reading --- Doubt even this --- Doubt even your doubt ---
Doggy-Star is going berserko///He has no choice///Society did it to him///He is all
fucked-up on a nearly fatal combination of speed & donwers///He is wrecking havoc with
his nervous system///He is playing Cat-&-Mouse with his mind///It is the maddening
Christ-Mass season again & Dogstar is prowling around the rich people's suburbs
shooting out Christmas tree lights with this BB-pistol he swiped from a hardware
store///He can't stand it///He doesn't like the rich people anyway///What the hell did they
ever do for him?///He throws rocks thru their windows///He pisses on their flower
beds///He paints his name in scarlet on their Cadillacs///He sets off cheery cherry bombs
on their front porches///Why shouldn't he?///They won't give him a good job///They
treat him like scum///So why shouldn't he treat them like the scum they are?///He's going
to have to get his revenge somehow///He slashes their tires///He pours heaping helpings
of white sugar down their gas tanks///It really improves engine performance, they
say///He seduces their daughters///He sells mind-fucking drugs to their kids///There's
absolutely nothing he won't do///There's no stopping the Dog-Star when he's on a
Mission from the Devil///He ties firecrackers to their cat's tails///He breaks in their houses
& helps himself to their brandy-parlor///He uses his fist wrapped in a towel to put holes
in their color T.V.'s///He pukes on their fancy oriental rugs///He chops up their furniture
to bits///He sets fire to their stupid upper-middle-class houses///Fucking rich
people///What good did they ever do him?///He's gonna go on all night///The Dog-Star is
on a Rampage///The Dog-Star is on a Mission from the Joker///He's gonna go on all
night & he's never gonna stop///He'll get his sweet revenge///He'll make them pay
& pay, the fuckers///He's not responsible for his actions///Society did it to him///The
rich people did it to him///Now he's gonna do it to them///
Eat the rich @@@ Eat a landlord for lunch @@@ Have you killed your boss
today? @@@ Dogstar kicks in the glass door of The Company @@@ He ties up the
secretary face down on the top of the front desk & casually rapes her @@@ He grins &
makes sure she loves every minute of it @@@ Keeping her tied up for awhile, he
suddenly storms through the door into the inner sanctum where the boss is hiding from
the outer world @@@ How seemingly secure he is in there @@@ Dogstar points a .45
Luger Automatic pistol at the boss @@@ Dogstar grandly announces: "I hear there's an
opening for your job today." @@@ "It's all over town." @@@ "It's been decided by the
Chairman of the Bored that you must be immediately replaced." @@@ "How do you like
that, Mr. Bossy Wossy?" @@@ "As of right now, you are going to be demoted to being
the company janitor." @@@ "So how do you like that, uh huh, uh huh?" The big boss is
scared shitless @@@ He just wasn't expecting anything like this today @@@ He
promptly pooh-poohs right in his Brooker's Brothers pants @@@ He is utterly speechless
@@@ Dogstar unleashes the safety catch & points the gun menacingly at him @@@
"Go on," he commands. "I'm the boss right now. Get out from behind that desk & sit
on this chair, just as if I were interviewing you." @@@ They trade places @@@
Dogstar luxuriates at how comfortable & plushy the cushioned easy chair is @@@ Still
pointing the gun, he helps himself to a Havana cigar & lights up @@@ He puts his feet
up on top of the massive mahogany desk @@@ "Now, you look like a real Shithead to
me & that's how I'm going to address you from now on." @@@ He takes a puff on the
cigar & goes on: "Now, Mr. Shithead, I'm a bit sceptical whether you have the
qualifactions for this job or not, but since I'm a generous man, I'm going to give you a
whack at it." @@@ "Now, Mr. Shithead," he addresses the cowering ex-boss, "have you
ever scrubbed floors before?" @@@ The ex-boss shakes his head, about to cry @@@
"What!? You're applying for a job as a janitor & you've never scrubbed floors before?"
@@@ "Have you ever wiped out toilets before? We do like to keep our toilets nice &
clean." @@@ Again, the ex-boss shakes his head @@@ "No? Well, I tell you what,
Mr. Shithead, I don't usually hire people without experience, but in your case, I
think I'm going to be graciously merciful. I'll put you on the toilet-cleaning staff & I'll
pay you $3.00 a week plus all the shit you can eat. Now, come with me. I'm going to
show you where your work-station is." @@@ Dogstar points the gun at his head &
motions him to march ahead of him @@@ "Uh, we're going to be detained for the
afternoon, Ms. Smith," he says in passing to the secretary tied up spread-eagled on top
of the front desk. "PLease be sure to cancel all appointments for the rest of the day."
@@@ He leads the ex-boss into the executive washroom & into one of the toilet stalls
@@@ He orders him to kneel down & look into the toilet bowl @@@ There are shit-
stains & a piss-ring around the edge of the water @@@ "Look at this, Mr. Shithead,
this is an utter disgrace to the Company Image! We need a man like you to keep out
toilets nice & clean. After all, we executives who run the Company can't be expected to
have to look at mundane stuff like this. You're not quite advanced enough to be trusted
with a scrub-brush. So your job today is to stick out your tongue, get down there, &
use it to lick all that shit away. Make sure you get those piss stains, too. Lick it nice
& clean." @@@ Dogstar puts the muzzle of the gun to the ex-boss's head to give him
further incentive @@@ He puffs on his cigar & watches until he is satisfied the job is
done & done thoroughly, then directs him to lick the next one @@@ This Mr. Shithead is
quite an avid worker when given the proper push @@@ He shows promise; maybe in
a few months, he'll promote him to the position of executive blow-job giver @@@ Eat
the rich @@@ Eat a landlord for lunch @@@
The following is going to be another XXX-rated scene XXX So you better not look,
you naughty under-agers or else Daddy won't buy you a brand-new Karma Ghia XXX
There is no difference between reality & fantasy XXX The Management XXX They are
in the darkest recesses of the dungeon XXX The old stone walls are moist & have a
strange fungus-growth all over them XXX Dogstar has Stella Telestar chained by all
four limbs face-down on a cold stone slab XXX He can do anything he wants to her
XXX He has her completely in his power XXX He selects a slender birch-rod from the
collection of fine whipping instruments rack-mounted on the wall XXX A strange
glowing fungus growth grows all over them XXX The torches roar & flicker XXX
Dogstar slides his black-gloved hand lovingly over Stella's smooth bare ass XXX He
then proceeds to switch her rapidly over the cheeks of her ass XXX Stella writhes &
makes whimpering noises through her gag XXX His Lucifer becomes fully erect as the
cheeks of her derriere turn a delightful pink from the whipping XXX He cruelly &
mercilessly slashes the whip between her legs, hitting precisely the tip of the clitoris XXX
Stella wrenches against the chains holding her, whimpering a cry with each well-placed
blow XXX Her nervous system is transforming impulses of pain into impulses of
pleasure XXX She gasps, shuuders, & comes all over the cold slab XXX It hurts so
much, yet it feels so good XXX The gag pops out & she begs him to desist whipping her
& pleads with him to fuck her, to fuck her good, she's been such a bad little girl, she
deserves to be fucked XXX Dogstar inserts the tip of his shimmering Lucifer between
the cheeks of her blushing derriere into the pink little asshole in the deep, dark, dank
crack XXX He plunges the full length in XXX It is a good tight fit XXX Then he lightly
whips her meanwhile across the small of her back, giving her the fucking she
desperately needs, fucking her & fucking her until both she & he come with furious
violence XXX The dungeon room becomes filled with the rancid smell of her shit XXX
The walls & corridors of the dungeon echo reverberatingly with their cries, their gasps,
their screams, their shrieks XXX
O, ho, ho, ho OOO O, look at what has happened OOO O, how the border between
reality & fantasy has slipped away into White-Rabbit Land OOO O, what a Wild, Wild
card the Joker is as he calls out the shouting shots OOO They are back in the dark, dank,
dirty dungeon again OOO Stella Telestar has Doggy-Star chained up by all four limbs
face-down on a cold stone slab that has a strange glowing fungus growth all over it
OOO She is dressed up in a black leather outfit which leaves her Isis & breasts bare
OOO He is completely bereft of that protective armor of modern man called "clothes"
OOO He is completely within her power OOO She can do anything she likes to him
OOO She selects a heavy horsewhip from the collection of whipping- instruments on
the rack OOO She slashes him across his hairy ass & the small of his back OOO She
revels in pleasure as bloody X's form on his back OOO She fingers herself all the while
OOO Dogstar shrieks & the sound echoes down the long, dark, dank corridors of the
dungeon OOO Stella whips out a ten-inch vibrator, turns it on, & sticks it up her Isis to
get it lubricated OOO She roughly plunges it up Doggy- Star's ass OOO Doggy-Star
screams & screams as she stabs him anally again & again OOO She plunges it in to the
hilt OOO She ties a leather cord around his balls & yanks forcefully on it OOO O,
how things are getting out of hand here OOO O, how Doggy-Star shrieks & screams!
OOO Yet, underneath all this, his Lucifer is fully erect against the stone slab OOO
The tip of it is buried in the gritty shining fungus OOO He continually writhes, trying
to escape OOO Stella, continuing to finger herself, takes a white-hot branding iron out
of a fire blazing torrentially next to the slab OOO She carefully aims, than places it
firmly on his right ass-cheek OOO It sizzles fiercely as it comes into contact with
the flesh OOO Dogstar screeches OOO A white-hot Celtic cross has been branded on
his right ass-cheek OOO This is cheeky business here OOO She selects another
branding iron & brands his left cheek with an upright triangle OOO Dogstar screeches
in utter agony OOO Stella slyly smiles OOO He cannot escape OOO He is completely
within her power OOO She pulls out a third brand & places it sizzling & crackling
against the small of his back OOO It is the sign of two serpents intertwined OOO
Dogstar screams a long, drawn-out cry, shoots off gallons of silver come into the grating
fungus of the slab, & promptly passes out from the intensity of the pain-pleasure
current which is flowing up his spinal cord into his brain OOO Stella, still fingering
herself, gets off simultaneously OOO O, what a Joke it all is OOO O ho, ho, ho OOO
Tonight, they're really getting their act together *** The Catatonic Blues Band is
playing blue mood-music *** The lead guitarist plays the same chord over & over again
*** E-minor *** The lead singer sings & croaks in a cracked voice & occasionally weeps
*** The chorus girls hum along out of key in diabolical intervals *** The key-
boardist plays a fugue in white noise *** The Mongolian Idiot drummer idly plays a beat
with each twang of the guitar *** The bass player hits lowest E over & over with each
twang of E-minor *** With each twang of E-minor, the lead singer wails out verse
upon verse of truly inspired gibberish:
Why is there sadness?
Why is there badness?
Why is there gladness?
Why is there madness?
Why? Why? Why?
Why can't I die?
Why is there life?
Why is there death?
Why is there love?
Why is there hate?
Why? Why? Why?
I want to die.
Why is there suffering?
Why is there buffering?
Why is there war?
Why is there peace?
Why? Why? Why?
Why must I die?
Why is there sickness?
Why is there wellness?
Why is there richness?
Why is there poorness?
Why? Why? Why?
Why can't I cry?
Why is there crying?
Why is ther dying?
Why is there lying?
Why is there hiding?
Why? Why? Why?
I am the sky.
There are no constants XXX There are only variables XXX Dogstar is back at his
faithful post washing the dishes again XXX He has been washing those same dishes 3
nights a week for 3 years now XXX Perhaps ther3e is s3ome hidd3en sign3ificance
he3re XXX He stares into the bubbles XXX He wonders when or if he will ever get out
of this XXX All he has to entertain himself with this evening while washing the dishes is
his fantasies XXX Such as ritually murdering landlords or making top company
executives lick up shit or sado-masochistic scenes in deep, dark dungeons XXX He gets
a little help from his drugs & Stella Telestar XXX Speaking of Stella, she comes in with
a load of dishes XXX She hugs him from behind & presses her bare breasts against his
bare sweating back XXX "Working too hard?" she breathes against his spine XXX
"Yeah, I'm working too hard. I'm working way too hard," he mutters as he pops a pill &
slugs down some stale left-over beer XXX She does not release him XXX She reaches
around & slips both hands down the front of his dishwater-soaked pants XXX She
manipulates the tip of his throbbing hard-on XXX She slides her hands up his abdomen &
tweaks his erogenous nipples which have become erect XXX He turns around XXX
He looks at her own erect nipples & laps at them like the Dog he is XXX "Why don't we
have a quickie," she suggests XXX "The Management doesn't give a fuck." XXX "All
those horny men out there ooogling my body have gotten me quite hot all over." XXX
"We can do it in five minutes flat." XXX They shut the kitchen entrance door & pile
utility tables against it XXX He gets her up on the steel table for washed-up dishes XXX
He slips his pants down & she pulls her G-string aside XXX Quickly, he fucks her
XXX She enjoys the feel of steamy steel against her ass XXX She gasps out in
pleasure as she simultaneously fingers her clit XXX There is a banging on the kitchen
door as they bang away XXX "What the hell is going on in there?" screams Harry the
Hairy Proprietor of this joint XXX Stella gasps, tightens up, & comes XXX Someone
tries to force their way through the door XXX Dogstar shoots off XXX Stella is ready to
face the Main Lounge again XXX She slips her G-string back in place, they remove the
tables, & she hops back out XXX Later, she gives Hairy Harry a blowjob in the Manager's
Office to placate him XXX This has been another hot & wet X-rated fantasy brought to
you by The Management XXX Anyone under 21 caught in the act of masturbating with
baited worm breath will have their genitals sliced off & will have their eyes put out with
a hot iron XXX So watch out! XXX This means You! XXX
This is very strange... This is very marvelous... This is very obscene... This is very
maddening... This is very pointless... It is Ladies Night at Cloud Nine Lounge...
Dogstar is up on the stage wearing nothing but a silver jock-strap & a silver cape & silver
high-heel boots... He is billed as the "Silver Man"... He feels sort of embarrassed...
The ladies are gazing at him in awe & wonder... What a beautiful body he has... What
fine muscles he has... The strobe lights are flashing slowly... The first part of Pink
Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" is playing... A strange multi-tonal synthesizer piece
which Dogstar requested for this set... Dogstar has his arms stretched out... He is
pantomiming what he thinks the music looks like... He loses his feeling of self-
consciousness & becomes oblivious of the female audience... He feels like he is taking
off into outer space... It is all so surreal... He had to get really stoned in order to go
through with this... This is probably the first time anything like this has gone on in
Cloud 9 Lounge on Ladies Night... Usually, they have muscle-men lifting barbells in
tune to Elvis Presley songs... But now that Dogstar is up here, he finds that he is actually
getting into it... He feels strangely turned-on by the desire he feels towards him from the
audience... It's as though he were a femal object... The music gets faster... He picks up
the pace of his frantic antics... He dances wildly... He makes fists & strikes out with
each beat of the music... He picks out a pair of eyes in the audience & gazes at them as
though he were their long-lost lover... His Lucifer grows boldly erect behind his
silver jockstrap... His rippling muscles are exposed under the glare of the speeding-up
strobe light... It is getting time for the Climax of the Act... He turns around & shows
them his ass... He shows them his ass-tatoos - the Celtic Cross, the Triangle, the
Inter-Twined Serpents... Several of the ladies, who have had a bit too much to drink,
get excited & whistle... "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!" they hoot & holler at him...
Very well, he slyly smiles, he will comply with their incessant demands... He will give
them their money's worth... They had to pay a pretty penny to get in here & for the
drinks... He wonders how Stella Telestar feels when she's up here... He feels like he's in
a dram dream... He slowly & craftily pulls down the top of his jock-strap & displays to
them the throbbing head of his shining silver shimmering Lucifer... He prays that there
are no fastidious members of the local area's vice squad watching out for this type of
thing tonight... They whistle wildly & throw cocktail napkins at him... He teases them...
He tantalizies them... With his Shining Lucifer, he plays them like puppets on his G-
string...
The plot is steadily thickening now (*) The gruel is bubbling & popping with
numerous nefarious ingrediants (*) Prophets are foretelling the End of The World
(*) People are striking for Lost Causes in the streets (*) Dogstar is going mad (*) He
is wandering down the Main Street of University Town (*) He is going madder &
madder (*) He wonders what is in store for him this time (*) He didn't want to born in this
world again (*) Is there any way out? (*) The streets are glazed with sheer ice (*) A
chill 000 wind howls down from the Northern-Most Pole (*) Another Ice Age is being
foretold (*) There are massive power failures all thru the North-East (*) There's not
enough heat to go around (*) People are breaking into offices & smashing furniture to
burn for warmth (*) They battle over who gets to huddle next to the warmth (*) The earth
is losing all its warmth (*) O, how are the Eskimos faring right now in their houses of
ice? (*) Meanwhile, in front of the post office of University Town, Dogstar is rudely
accosted by an obnoxious placard-carrying (the placard says: WE MUST EVOLVE
BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!) midget who forces him to take a photo-copied handout he
is giving away, which has the following obscure diagram on it:
UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS
\
\
\
\ \
SELF-EVOLVING MACHINES
\ /
SAPIENT BEINGS
^ \
CRYSTALS PLANTS ANIMALS SELF-EXTINCTION
\ \ /
METALS PROTOPLASM
\ /
ROCKS WATER
\ /
PLANETS
^
STELLAR SYSTEMS
^
GALAXIES
^
BIG BANG
^
OM-POINT
THE DEVIL - Card No. XV - What a grumpy lump he is - What a party pooper -
What a dour, sour expression the bastard has upon his face -The Devil is symbolic of
knowledge - Knowledge can be rightly or wrongly used - The Devil always uses it
wrongly, of course - He has to keep up appearances - The Devil controls the world - The
Devil lays down the Law - All are prisoners of the Devil's Law - No one is exempt from
the Devil's Laws - Except those who sell Him their soul, of course - Appearances must
be maintained at all costs - The upside-down pentacle hangs over his head - Everything is
upside-down in the Realm of Matter, the Devil's Domain - Right is wrong & wrong is
right - Good is bad & bad is good - Left is right & right is left -He has horns & batty-
wings - He has fur-covered legs with claws rather than feet - This has got to be done
right - Undoubtably this evolutionary throw-back is a legacy from the dinosaur days,
when the Devil also had his hey-day - The Devil has been rather tightly controlling
things for quite awhile now - It is He who makes all the useless & pointless Laws,
then encourages his subjects to break them, then punishes them fiercely, cruelly, &
mercilessly forever & ever if they do break them - Nice of him, isn't it? - The subjects of
the Devil are damned if they do, & they are damned if they don't - The Devil is the
Universe's foremost & original corrupt politician - The Devil is the depravity of the blood-
orgy - Gotta keep up those appearances - In this particular Tarot Card, designed
especially for this book, the Devil has his two subjects chained to his alter - On the right,
he has Stella Telestar chained - On the left, he has Dogstar also in bondage - All night
long, they are brutally forced to fuck & fuck, endlessly compelled to eat one another out,
or they will be horribly tortured - Rats will eat their brains out - They have absolutely no
choice in this realm of matter - They are bound to the inexorable Law of Opposites -
They are trapped in one another's organs of sexuality - They do have the perfect
excuse for this obscene behavior - The Devil made them do it - Ah! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! -----
THE TOWER - Card No. XVI - The Tower comes tumbling down - The whole
cookie is crumbling - The Joker has gone Wild - All conceptions of the universe are false
- The swift lightning bolt of Stark Reality strikes asunder the Illusion - What is built up
must surely come crashing down - Like Dogstar is crashing in this book - He wishes the
world would come to a halt - He wishes he could stop the world - The world is going
hay-wired - War is being declared between the major nations of the world - This is usual
- Those who protest are thrown into the deepest, darkest dungeons, forced to commit
obscene depraved sexual acts on one another or rats will eat their brains out - Modern
civilization is coming apart from within - People are going crazy in the streets - All
havoc is breaking loose - Midgets are handing out pamphlets in the streets which say:
WE MUST EVOLVE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE! - Anti-sugar fanatics are striking
against Twinkie-factories, blowing them up - Militant Hare Krishna Monkeys machine-
gun down meat-eaters in steak restaurants - Children are taught to crawl in a hole & never
come out - They spend their whole lives in cellar holes, tossed a few table scraps every
now & then - They are blind from never having seen the light - Bugs Bunny is a Drag
Hag, chain-smoking Winston cigarettes in smoky bar-cellars - Micky Mouse is a raving
terrorist hurling Molotov-cocktails from the top of the Empire State Building - The Hare
Krishna Monkeys threaten to blow up the Statue of Liberty unless all meat is once & for
all declared illegal - London Bridge is falling down - Dogstar is in an abandoned alley,
shooting up heroin - He is seeing lizards all over the walls - Pluto rules over Hell with a
sour, dour expression on his face - Arabs are setting their oil fields on fire to spite their
customers - They feel they aren't appreciated enough - State-of-the-art computers are
guiding nuclear missles to within a fraction of a millimeter of their intended destinations -
The biosphere is being utterly demolished by the devilish sapient creatures it has
spawned - God, of course, is dead - The Nazis have come back to power & reign
supreme - All dissidents from the Law are forced to live out their lives in dark, dank
holes, living on table scraps & garbage, fucking each other's brains out before the rats
get them - There is no meaning what-so-ever to the universe - Life is all a big accident -
Everything is flying apart - There is no turning back now - It is too late - We never
evolved in time -----
THE MOON - Card No. XVIII - All is utterly & hopelessly lost - Not a shred of
hope is there anywhere to be found - It is the Dark Side of the Soul - O, how the
whimpering dogs howl & howl at the bloody moon - Both the wild wolf & dear old
Rover belt out their wails of pain & agony at that blasphemous orb in the sky - How the
Moon snickers & laughs at the plight of us mere mortals below - The Moon does not
care - Eight-legged, double-clawed crustaceans crawl out of the cold water, strangely
attracted to the malign light - Far away in the faint grey distance, two towers stand -
They are completely uninhabited - A figure can be seen by those who have eyes to see -
He peers around the edge of one of the towers - Then he dashes back & forth from one
tower to the other - He dashes back & forth so swiftly, he is a mere blur - This is The
Joker, up to his usual wild tricks, as usual - Appearances must be kept up at all costs -
Meanwhile, the Dogstar continues to crash inexorably to the final conclusion of his
dreadful fate - O, how long is the dark night - O, how dark & dank is the long, long night
- It is getting around that God is dead - Hitler is alive & well & rules the world at the left
hand of the Devil - The Devil has won at last - The guided missles have reached
their destinations with flying colors - There are no survivors anywhere - Everything is
covered feet-deep in radio-active ash - The Moon grows bigger & bigger in the sky Dog
crashes to the expanding sea-tides - There is no more warmth - There is no more light - O,
how eternal is the Infinite Darkness - Will dawn's early light never come? ------
Dogstar is selling drugs in a local yokel bar///A drunken rich lady sits beside
him///She is wearing a long, white silk dress & a diamond necklace///She wants
Qualludes///She wants lots & lots of them///Dogstar sells her a tremendous
quantity///Her doctor refused to prescribe them to her anymore & she couldn't buy
him off, she says///She nods off her stool a bit///She forgets where she is & who she is
with///She thinks Dogstar is the reincarntion of Elvis Presley///She nuzzles seductively
up to him & asks him if he'd like to come home with her///Dogstar says sure, he'll try
anything once (as long as it's not too kinky)///She drives him drunkenly & swervingly
back to her place///She grabs him by the hand & leads him into a plush mansion on the out-
skirts of University Town///She puts on some soft, easy-listening Muzack & serves him &
herself some Almoretto///She gets down to business///She asks him to remove his pants &
gives him a prime blowjob///She drools lovingly all over it///She pulls up her dress &
asks him to lick her cunt///Dogstar gets down to business///She will pay him well
for it///All he has to do is act like he's the reincarnation of Elvis Presley///He laps away
at it///She seems to like what he is doing///She passes out every now &
then///When she has come & come to somewhat, she leads him into her special
recreation room///It is a room which is filled with all kinds of sexually tit-tillating
devices///She has him tie her up by four chains hanging from the ceiling///She requests
that he whip her on her clitoris///Then she wants him to insert a ten-inch vibrator up within
her///Next, she wants him to get down on his knees & stick his tongue into her
vagina///Finally, she wants him to stand up & rock her swinging from the chains
back & forth over the length of his throbbing, shimmering Lucifer///She wants him to
fuck her brains out before the rats get them///She smiles broadly with great
pleasure///She looks like she's having a lot of fun///After she comes with great gasps &
shudders, she passes out, still hanging from the chains///Dogstar never even found out
her name///It looks like she married an old millionaire who died of heart failure,
undoubtably due to her voracious sexual appetites, shortly after their
marriage///Dogstar wanders around her house to see what there is///He goes through her
bedroom drawers & steals some diamond necklaces he finds there///He figures he is
entitled to some compensation to what he just had to go thru there///He goes out with his
booty & kindly leaves her a "Thank You" note///
It is time for an intermission here>>>It is time to discuss the philosophical
implications of this section of the book>>>First of all, it must be stated that nothing in this
section, "CRASHING", is real>>> This must be terribly confusing to the average
reader>>>This just isn't your typical page-turner with a neat beginning, middle, & end, a
straight-forward plot with a lot of twists & turns until there is some sort of satisfactory
resolution (if it's a happy novel) or tragic non-resolution (if it's not such a happy
novel)>>>Now, Dogstar didn't really go around destroying rich people's houses;;;he
didn't really steal the rich lady's diamonds;;;he didn't really seduce the young street
urchin;;;he didn't really sacrifice the landlord to the Devil;;;nor did he really wind up
shooting heroin>>>These are merely constructs>>>This is all fiction, you see, &
being such, just about anything can happen>>>You see, these are all different aspects of
what Dogstar could have become, if things had pushed him one way or the
other>>>They are merely possibilities>>>What is really happening all this time is
Dogstar is spending night after night washing the dishes, occasionally getting it on with
Stella Telestar, wishing the winter would hurry up & get itself over
with>>>Etc.,etc.,etc.>>>As a way of killing time, he has all these weird fantasies to get
him thru his bitterness about his whole damned situation>>>Do you get it
yet?>>>Please don't let all this confuse you>>>In this section of the book, there is no
difference between reality & fantasy>>>But the basic metaphysical question this raises, of
course, is just what, if any, is the difference between reality & fantasy anyway?>>>For
once & for all, just what is "reality">>>If there is anyone out there who can, for once &
for all, satisfactorily answer this question, just send it in to the author, care of the
publisher, & you'll get the Grand Prize - An all-expenses paid two-weeks voyage-
vacation to the inhabited planets of Sirius (sorry, not tax-deductible)>>>The problem is
you'll have to prove it>>>Philosphers, mystics, & other fools have been arguing back
& forth about this hot issue since the dawn of sapience in this particular demented
species>>>Is the page these words are printed on real?>>>Are you real?>>>Sure, our
senses seem to indicate that it's solid, it has weight, it has color, it has a certain form, it
has a smell, it has a taste, it makes a sound>>>But does that necessarily make it
real?>>>Maybe our senses are lying to us>>>Maybe it's something altogether
different>>>Can the eye see itself?>>>Who can agree about politics, for
example>>>Politics, to those who are enlightened about these matters, is clearly an
illusion that the masses believe in, yet it is treated as though it were as real as the family
armchair>>>How do you know that this isn't some sort of elaborately-contrived
dream?>>>When you had that nightmare about being pursued by that purple, polka-dotted
tiger with six limbs, that seemed real enough, didn't it?>>>Anyway, at the last resort, all
that can be meaningfully said is that reality is what you make of it>>>End of Inner-
Mission>>>Happy constructing>>>
Dogstar has gone all the way +++ There is certainly no turning back now +++
Abandon all hope, O ye who enter into this Dreaded Place +++ O, how the dogs howl &
howl at the bleeding, obscene Moon +++ It has gotten to a point where the downers just
weren't quite enough for him +++ He has to have something a little stronger +++ He has
popped a vein & he is strung out on a little heroin +++ You have to try a little of
everything, says the Joker +++ We really must keep up appearances here +++ The
scag is slowly circulating in his veins +++ He can't feel a damn thing & that's just what he
wants +++ He just is +++ He is vegetating under the Bloody Moon +++ He is less than is
+++ His thoughts pump thru his brain slower & slower until they come to a complete halt
+++ His cat crawls all over him, trying to get a response out of him +++ He hasn't fed
it in days +++ He doesn't feel very much like going to wash the dishes tonight +++ Let
it go +++ He'll call in sick, but he can't even get up to go to the phone +++ O, let it go
+++ Let everything go +++ He'll just stay here & rot, until the fuckers come in & take
him away +++ Let it slip away +++ Hopefully, he will have O.D.'d by then +++ He
won't feel anything then +++ He'll be in the sweet embrace of Absolute Nothingness +++
What's the use? +++ Let the world dissolve away +++ Let it slow down to a halt +++
His whole place is full of stinking garbage +++ He hasn't taken it out in weeks +++ In
ages +++ Who the fuck cares +++ Let it pile up +++ Somewhere in the depths of his
smacked-out mind, he remembers mountains he once upon a time climbed +++ He
remembers glorious views of glorious days when all this damn snow didn't cover
everything +++ What a different person he was back then +++ None of that matters
now +++ He is smacked-out in blissful Non-Feeling +++ It's not a bad way to say
farewell to the Realm of Matter +++ He'll just drift out with the rest of the sewage to the
Great Stinking Ocean +++ Once upon a time someone tried so hard to teach him
something, but he can't seem to remember any of it now +++ Let it all go +++ For
hours & hours, for days upon days, he mainlines himself into Absolute Nothingness +++
He stares out the window at a bare tree out there +++ It is all that is left in the world +++
O, let it all slip away +++
Dogstar has had it with the world(But does it really matter?)It is the middle of winter
& he has nowhere to go(But why should he go anywhere?)He is stuck right where he is
& there's nothing fun to do(But so what?)He will never ever amount to
anything(Awww, poor guy)He'll just be a stupid dishwater dishwasher for the rest of his
mortal life in this morbid Realm of Matter(It's really too bad)He trudges up & down
knee-deep in the snow along the railroad tracks(So what's he doing that for?)He is
seriously considering suicide(How utterly pathetic)He lies down upon the snow
along the railroad tracks(What's he doing that for?)He is Siriusly considering
suicide(What an idiot)If he can't make the world come to a halt, he will just jump off
the damn thing(Ho hum)He will lie down on the railroad tracks until either a train
comes or until he freezes to death, which-ever comes first(How utterly droll)He lies
there for awhile(How stupid)He looks up at the cloudy skies bearing more & more
snow(There is no end to it all)He thinks over what a fucked-up life he has had(Don't we
all?)He remembers glorious views of glorious days(That's all over now)He's
miserable & unhappy(What is misery? What is happiness?)Then he remembers what it
is like to have a full stomach(Wake me up when this is all over)He recollects the release
of getting laid(It's not so bad really)He wants to die, but his body doesn't want to die
yet(You can't escape it, so you may as well get off on it)So he gets up & continues to
trudge on his wearisome way(Every dog, you see, has its day)He'll just have to wait
until the end(But is there really an end?)Meanwhile, under a boulder by the railroad
tracks crusted with icicles, he notices a dead cat that crawled under there & died(It's so
utterly sad)Night is falling & the snow is turning pink(It just is)Dogstar wearisomely
trudges his way thru the Realm of Matter(But it really doesn't matter)
The Doggy-Star is wiped out on sinsemilla~~~Just three tokes & he's ripped out of
his gourd~~~The rats will get his brains tonight~~~He is laughing his fool head
off~~~It is midnight & it's snowing like crazy outside~~~He rushes outside &
gleefully rolls around in the snow~~~He does somersaults & whoops out loud~~~He
laughs & grabs handfulls upon handfulls of the stuff & baptizes himself~~~He baptizes
himself in the name of the Devil, the Moon, & the Loathsome Spirit~~~He snickers &
rushes to the back of Cloud 9 Lounge~~~He kicks down the rear door to the
kitchen~~~He gets into the kitchen & smashes all the dishes he can get his hands on~~~He
goes into the empty lounge & puts on some heavy music on the sound-system~~~He
serves himself drinks & dances upon the stage~~~An invisible audience cheers, jeers, &
claps~~~He trashes the bar~~~He smashes liquor bottles all over the place~~~He runs
outside~~~He giggles & runs across the field, ankle deep in snow~~~He lies down in
the middle of the wide open space & tastes the snow as it comes falling down~~~He
buries himself deeply in it~~~He makes himself a cozy little burrow~~~He is going to
hibernate for the winter until it is over~~~He burrows deeper & deeper~~~The rats are
getting to his brain~~~He could be slowly freezing to death out there, but he's way too
stoned to care~~~After awhile, the Abominable Snowman comes out to join him &
they romp around & frolic thru the long night~~~After three eternal minutes, he opens
his eyes~~~He's not in the snow anymore~~~He's back in his own place again with a still-
burning pipe in his hand~~~He wonders what the hell just happened there~~~Wow, that's
pretty powerful stuff~~~~~
It is the Dark Night of the Soul EEE It is deepest midnight UUU It is the apex of
winter III Everything is getting weirder & weirder OOO The icy winds howl & howl
AAA The Devious Joker has even more tricks up his sleeve EEE The universe is nothing
but a conglomeration of atoms which follow certain definite physical laws III
Consciousness is nothing but neuro-electricity buzzing in the brain AAA Bugs Bunny is a
callous, world-weary drag-hag OOO Adolf Hitler is our Lord EEE We shall not want
OOO He leadeth us into quiet pastures for the Supreme Sacrifice to the Exalted Grump
AAA It is time for the Obscene Sacrifice OOO Where the hell is Llang Llong at a time
like this? UUU O, where is our Savior from this Supreme Madness? III Meanwhile, the
Abominable Snowman is roaming around out in the cold, cold world, weeping &
wailing most profusively, because no one understands him EEE No one will play with
him, no one will talk with him, they always run away AAA His sobbing can be heard at
midnight carried from the depths of the deep forest by the howling winds OOO WE
MUST EVOLVE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! III Doggy-Star slides his shimmering
Lucifer in & out of the rich lady's lubricated Isis UUU Male is female OOO Female is
male AAA Matter is nothing but consolidated energy EEE Mind is nothing but
consolidated energy UUU Dogstar is smacked-out without a care in the world III Mind
gives rise to motion which is energy EEE Therefore it is mind which created energy III
Mind therefore created matter OOO Grim Grumpy Pluto rules morosely over icy cold
Hell which has finally frozen over UUU The universe is eventually going to be sucked
back into space from which it emerged AAA It will be as if it had never been UUU
Dogstar suddenly stops & stares at the hand which is swirling around & around on a
single dish III He wonders what motivates it to move like that OOO Perhaps he is a robot
UUU Stella Telestar, on her knees in front of him, gently caresses the tip of his Lucifer
with the trippy tip of her tasty tongue UUU Lucifer is the Bringer of the Light AAA
Meanwhile, the cat has disappeared OOO All the cats in the world have disappeared III
They have all gone to Cat-Land III A set of paw-tracks lead thirty feet away from the
cottage, then suddenly disappear AAA O, when, O when is this long, long winter, this
infinite Journey thru Darkness going to end? OOOOOOOO
Dogstar is strolling downwards along the streets of University Town^^^He is utterly
lost & muddled befuddled as usual^^^He is trying desperately to re-discover his long lost
soul in this uttermost Dark Night of the Soul^^^There are many different people out
there who would give him many different answers^^^Dogstar is trying not to let it or
them get to him^^^There are many different people making many different speeches for
many different causes^^^Could be they're all talking about the same thing & don't
even know it^^^Anti-sugar fanatics are trying to ban Twinkies^^^Hare Krishna monks
are speaking out against meat, trying to get people to boycott supermarkets that carry
the vile stuff^^^Sufis twirl around in circles around a telephone post^^^It's so hard to
sort it all out^^^Dogstar shakes his head & wonders & ponders upon the perplexities of it
all^^^He passes in front of the post office which, for some reason, is a Vortex-Point for
innumerable kinds of social, political, religious, & metaphysical movements, a breeding
ground for innumerable kooky kults^^^He is once again accosted by the sniggering
midget who forces into his hand a pink photocopied flyer^^^Before Dogstar can tell him
he does not want it, the midget is quickly lost in the crowd on his tiny busy
feet^^^The midget is three feet high^^^Whether or not that particular detail has any
hidden significance will be left to the scrutinizing discretion of the dear reader^^^The
pink photocopied flyer is included here:
"FROM THE ONE, AROSE TWO...
FROM THE TWO, AROSE THREE...
FROM THE THREE, AROSE ALL THINGS."
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THE HOLY TRINITY
THREE FORCES ARE ALL IT TAKES...
TO MAKE THIS ENTIRE UNIVERSE.
THE ORIGINAL FORCE IS POSITIVE.
THE SECOND FORCE IS ITS OPPOSITE.
THE THIRD FORCE IS A CATALYST...
TO GIVE A COMMON BOND TO THE FIRST TWO.
POSITIVE/NEGATIVE/NEUTRAL = MATTER.
THREE FORCES COMPOSE THE UNIVERSE...
THOUGH ONCE...
THEY WERE ONE.
FROM THE THREE FORCES, AROSE GALAXIES.
FROM THE GALAXIES, AROSE SOLAR SYSTEMS.
FROM THE SOLAR SYSTEMS, AROSE PLANETS.
FROM THE PLANETS, AROSE PROTOPLASM.
FROM THE PROTOPLASM, AROSE PLANTS.
FROM THE PLANTS, AROSE ANIMALS.
FROM THE ANIMALS, AROSE HUMAN BEANS.
WHAT WILL ARISE FROM THE HUMAN BEANS?
WE ARE NOT THE APEX OF CREATION.
WE STILL HAVE A LOT FURTHER TO GO.
ALL EVOLUTION & ALL THE UNIVERSE...
IS THE ATTEMPT OF THE COSMIC MIND...
TO BECOME CONSCIOUS OF ITSELF.
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A FEW BRIEF DEFINITIONS:
Matter: A most peculiar substance which is perceived as various forms, both subtle &
dense. Exists primarily in four distinct states: solid, liquid, gaseous, & energetic.
Is actually a highly consolidated conglomeration of three basic energetic forces:
positive, negative , & catalytic.
Something: The perceptible form of nothing. It only SEEMS to be real.
Nothing: The imperceptible form of something.
God: All & Everything. All that is.
Energy: Impulses set into motion by the Cosmic Mind.
Cosmic Mind: The SELF within all selves.
Evolution: The attempt of the Cosmic Mind to become conscious of Itself through the
medium of various forms.
Life: An enigma; a rare form of energetic matter in the universe which deliberately
organizes itself into certain chemical patterns, striving to maintain the integrity of those
patterns at all costs, even in the face of inevitable dissolution which it fears & resists
more than anything else. It also has the unusual ability to replicate itself - which is its
secondary chief motivation for existence. Life is a self-perpetuating dilemma.
Plants: A form of life which perpetuates its existence by the absorption of certain
forms of solar energy. Usually contented to remain in one place. A line of evolution
which is probably more what the Cosmic Mind originally had in mind. The essence of
plants is: "Being".
Animals: A very pernicious, restless form of life which perpetuates its existence by the
assimilation of other forms of life & each other. Move around a lot, trying to fulfill
various carnal desires. A line of evolution which was a bad mistake from the standpoint
of the Cosmic Mind. Earlier errors were either wiped out or neutralized, for ex.: the
Great Reptiles, the Insect Civilizations. The essence of animals is: "Struggle".
Human Beans: The supposed apex of creation. An even more pernicious & restless
form of life than the animals. Erroneously considers itself "intelligent" & "superior" (a
concept mode peculiar only to its own kind) to all other forms of life simply because it has
the ability to make complex noises with its mouth(s) called "language" & can play with
dangerous tools called "weapons". Thrives by a process of mutual exploitation within
its own species. A form of life which continuously "lies". Threatens to upset the
balance of the planet which it currently inhabits. A terrible, terrible mistake which the
Cosmic Mind has time & time again tried to alter, but with only transient results.
Hu-man Be-ings: Truly intelligent Self-Evolving Beings who consider Themselves equal
to All. This is a highly conscious form of energetic matter, which in certain cases, has
transcended the need for any material vehicle at all. They have eliminated such
deleterious traits as aggression & fear of the unknown or unusual from their species, &
have the ability to colonize other planets (even performing benign evolutionary
experiments of their own, & can perpetuate their existence forever, if they so wish.
Of these, a few achieve the state of Cosmic Consciousness, the Original Goal of the
Cosmic Mind.
IT IS ALL ONE!
(This production has been brought to you & funded by The Society for Conscious
Evolution. There is no end to how far we can evolve, if we only choose to, as of right
this moment.)
It is a Friday night at Duke's & the whole place is jam-packed ### Dogstar is
making his rounds unloading his wares to the grateful students in there, always eager &
open-minded for new ways to get high ### Meanwhile, the psychiatrists & nurse-
attendants are helping the Catatonic Blues Band to get up on the stage & tune up ### The
paranoid schizophrenic is refusing to cooperate ### He is convinced that Lucifer is
out there & has his number ### The megalomaniac smiles smugly ### He knows he is
Lucifer ### One of the chorus girls is dredging up morbid repressed material
concerning her incestous relationship with her father who she keeps referring to as
"Lucifer" ### A psychiatrist avidly nods & quickly takes notes ### This "Lucifer"
connection could be quite a breakthru ### Meanwhile, at the bar, Dogstar has started
getting into a rap with a computer graduate student, who he has just sold a load of
amphetamine tablets to ### It's like this, the computer student says, washing down a tab
with a hearty slug of beer: ### I am programmed to be a computer student ### You are
programmed to want money for what you just sold me here ### Those guys over there
are programmed to get high ### Most guys are programmed to want to get laid ###
Females are programmed to measure up to their status ### The crude flow-chart for all
this goes like this: If it makes you feel good, do it ### If it will eventually get you
something that will make you feel good, such as money, go to it ### It may cause you
temporary pain, fatigue, or aggravation, but if there is an ultimate pleasure-jolt at the end
of it that is greater than the amount of pain, you do it ### If it hurts, get away from it
### If it's going to lead up to something that will hurt, avoid it ### The nitty-gritty of all
this is we are basically pleasure/pain stimulus-response mechanisms ### We are
programmed that way ### Life is programmed to survive at all costs, to perpetuate
itself, & to avoid death ### What got this whole thing rolling, no one knows ###
Anyway, in more evolved organisms, life came up with this thing "pleasure" &
"pain" as further incentives: What perpetuates life causes pleasure; what does the
opposite, causes pain ### The computer student drains off his beer & orders another, then
goes on: ### You know, you see that good-looking chick over there ### You notice
the proportion of her ass & boobs ### You check out the unblemished skin of her face
### You get a hard-on ### She looks like she'd be good genetic material for you to
merge your genes with ### You want to put your Lucifer into her ### You go over &
offer to buy her a drink ### You just can't help it ### You were programmed that way
### We are all programmed in our various ways by society which somehow
programmed itself in one rigid form or the other ### Meanwhile, the computer student,
self-programmed to want more & more alcohol to delete the pain of existence in the
Material Realm, was getting drunk & was soon slurring his words to the point of
unintelligibility ### The Catatonic Blues Band is playing its opening riffs with the
paranoid schizophrenic lead singer shouting for Lucifer to come up of there & reveal
Himself ### Dogstar, programmed to empty his bladder when it reached a certain
fullness, has to take a leak ### He swervingly wends his way thru the swaying crowd to
the resting room ### He gets in a stall, unzips, & lets streams upon streams roaring
from his Lucifer into the butt-filled urinal ### To kill time, he idly notices some graffiti
all over the walls:
WHY?
THE UNIVERSE IS A HOAX
WHY NOT?
THIS UNIVERSE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE REALITY-HACKERS
I SAW YOU DO THAT
FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL LYNN
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?
323-2323
SIT ON MY FACE
FUCK SUCK SHIT PISS
MY DONG IS LONGER THAN YOURS
SOCRATES WAS A MAN
SOCRATES WAS A FAG
SUCK MY LUCIFER, YOU FAG!
THEREFORE ALL MEN ARE FAGS
SOMETHING = NOTHING
BEWARE OF THE REALITY-POLICE
BAN TWINKIES!
DEATH TO ALL MEAT-EATERS!
EAT SHIT, COCKSUCKER
THE JOKER HOLDS ALL THE CARDS
GOD IS ALIVE & WELL IN A SPECIAL COUMBIAN RESORT TOWN
REALITY IS A COMMIE-PLOT DEATH TO ALL TWINKIE-EATERS!
EAT MY TWINKIE, YOU QUEERO
REALITY IS A COMMIE-PLOT
SUCK OFF MY PUSSY
REALITY IS A COLLECTIVE FICTION...
THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY & FANTASY
WHAT IS?
?????
WHAT IS NOT?
EVERYTHING IS NOTHING
NOTHING IS EVERYTHING IS
WHY?
WHY NOT? GET A JOB, YOU COMMUNIST QUEER!
WE MUST EVOLVE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!
Dogstar is stuck @#$ It is another Saturday night in Cloud 9 Lounge & there are
tons upon tons of steamy, dirty, stinky, gritty dishes to wash #$% He is up to his
elbows in greasy water $%# O why, O why can't he be anything else than a dishwasher?
&*^ Is this all some sort of horrible joke? &^% What is it all for? @%$ This whole
world must be some sort of elaborately designed hell (&) He's capable of doing far, far
more than this )*( Shit, he'd settle for being a fucking stock clerk #@! But it's the same
old story *&^ No one will hire him for anything else &^% Maybe he should rob a bank
#&% Take out a large loan with his Lucifer for collateral & never come back %$#
Become a male prostitute #@$ Diddle rich ladies #*% Join the American Legion *^&
Become a volunteer astronaut @$# Run to Canada & build a log cabin *&^ Hunt & fish
for a living $*^ Take refuge in a mental institution #%$ Be an insurance salesman *&^
Sell his soul to Lucifer *$% Deal heroin &$( Blackmail a landlord for having
witnessed his deepest, darkest perversions *%^ Steal vital secret information from a
computer & blackmail the government %&$ See the world @%$ Become a skid-row
bum *#% Shoot the moon &#% Voyage to Antarctica &%$ Become a penguin attendant
*&^ Meanwhile, there's no escape &%^ More & more dishes are being piled right on
top of one another *&@ Shit, he's going to be here all night long $&* He stares
morosely into the bloody-red waters *%$ Hairy Harry, busily chewing on an unlit
cigar, barges obnoxiously into the kitchen & yells at him to hurry it up - there's
customers out there waiting for their dishes - Hurry it up or he's through $%# Dogstar
growls & fuels himself with some hyper-speed & frantically picks up the pace *&% O
when, O when is all of this going to end? *&% Loud music & belligerent laughter
bursts forth from the other room *&$ & Here he is, stuck here washing these goddamn
dishes for practically nothing for those fucking assholes out there who make oodles &
oodles of money, who won't hire him for anything better than this &%# This is
absolutely fucked-up *&$ There must be some way out of all this &*$
"There is very, very little difference between reality & fantasy," snidely jokes
the Joker^^^Stop the world, I want to get off^^^"You can't escape it, so why not just
get off on it?" - The Joker^^^Oh, well, it looks like it's gonna be another one of those
nights^^^This night is for Lucifer^^^The dread-full ritual has begun^^^The sacrifice
is nigh & high^^^The Elder Lords must be appeased^^^By the way, have you
eaten your landlord for lunch today?^^^Dogstar stands with Stella Telestar on his right
& the blond androgynous street-urchin on his left^^^They have taken their
prescribed places behind the alter^^^They are wearing no clothes & are bloodily engorged
in a state of intensive sexual excitement^^^Dogstar is holding a bloodily dripping
knife^^^A pig & a chicken, swiped from a nearby farm in Wheatfield, have already been
sacrificed to the All-Knowing One^^^Behind them, on the wall, is an upside-
down triangle^^^This signifies the descent of spirit into the material realm^^^"You
must experience everything!" remarks the Joker with a loud guffaw^^^A pointy-eared
cloven-hoofed creature in a corner sniggers in agreement^^^"Very well, bring the
offering in," imperiously commands the Dogstar^^^Two of the topless waitresses lead in
a well-known landlord who charges higher-than-usual rents for places he won't spend a
dime to fix^^^The topless waitresses seduced him into coming along^^^They told him
there was going to be a very fun party here & he believed them^^^He looks like he will be
a very choice tidbit for the Elder Ones^^^He is displeased with what he sees
here^^^"Well," he says, "so when's this charade going to end? I have a very important
meeting with the Board of Directors of The Company tonight"^^^Dogstar smiles &
shakes his head^^^They can never believe it initially, these poor fools^^^That is
why they must be sacrificed^^^The topless waitresses remove his clothes^^^What
a disgusting pot belly he has^^^He has grown quite fat off all the tenants he has ripped
off^^^They have him tied up^^^Dogstar signals to the topless waitresses to put the
landlord's head on the bloody chopping block of the alter^^^When the landlord sees the
huge double-edged axe, his eyes pop out in terror^^^He frantically begs: "No! No!
No! Anything but this! Look, you want my money? You want my daughter? Look,
before you do anything rash, I have a prime capital-generating rental complex for you, a
sure thing. I can tell you how to legally avoid paying a penny in taxes or maintenance.
No! No! Please! Please don't do this! I don't want to die! Mama Mia!"^^^But it is no
use^^^They all beg like this, but the axe must fall^^^The Elder Ones must have their
revenge^^^The Dogstar raises the axe, then, with a sickening thud, off comes the
head^^^The body twitches & gallons upon gallons of blood shoots out all over the
alter & the floor^^^They gather bowl-fulls & lustily partake of it^^^The Enemy must
be vanquished for the arrival of the Elder Ones^^^They roll around in the blood & have
a merry orgy^^^
Do you understand this book? Does it have any hidden meaning? Does it have a
plot? Does it have any cohering theme? What exactly is the significance of the Joker in
this story? What is the symbolic value of Llang Llong? Whatever happened to him
anyway? What is the ultimate purpose of the universe? Do you think Dogstar will ever
find it? What is Dogstar doing now? Will he be stuck where he is forever & ever?
Does a cat have dog-nature? Does God have Buddha-nature? What's all this stuff about
the three Japs anyway? Does a french-poodle have peacock-nature? Do any of the
scenes in this section of the book bear the slightest resemblence to what is real? What
is reality? Does a plant have animal-nature? Does a dog have cat-nature? What is
the hidden significance of all these questions? Do these questions have answers?
Is it really even very important anyway? Does it even matter? Did the universe ever
begin? Will it ever end? Is there really such a thing as final death? Does an animal have
plant-nature? Does DNA have life-nature? Is there any difference between reality &
fantasy? Does a male have female-nature? Does a female have male-nature? What
prompted this universe to come into existence anyway? Why is there gravity? Why is
the speed of light always 186,000 miles per second? Or is it? Is there some sort of
hidden significance about this? Why do electrons feel compelled to hang around protons?
Why does physical matter conform to what the physicists call "Laws"? Who or what set
the rules? Does a stone have crystal-nature? Does a star have planet-nature? Does a
planet have moon-nature? Does an atom have galaxy-nature? Does a human have
universe-nature? Does a fish have reptile-nature? Does a caterpillar have butterfly-
nature? Does a chicken have egg-nature? Does a machine have insect-nature? Does
a Japanese have American-nature? Does matter have spirit-nature? Does mind have
energy-nature? Does a question have answer-nature?
It is one of those slow nights *** All over the wide countryside, the streets are glazed
with sheer ice *** No one can go anywhere, not even to the local convenience-store for a
six-pack of beer *** It is 13 out there *** The clouds are low & the wind is bringing in
more & more snow *** O when, O when will the long, long winter ever end? ***
Meanwhile, inside Cloud 9 Lounge, nothing special is happening *** Business goes
on as usual, even though there really isn't any *** Dogstar is sitting at the bar eating a
steak dinner the cook whipped up for him in the micro-wave oven *** Hairy Harry is
copying down figures in the accounts-ledger *** Old Joe who lives on the farm
across the street is in there having a few to still the pain of old age & inevitable physical
mortality *** Stella Telestar is keeping in practice up on the stage under the whirling
lights & a band called "Kraftwerk" on the turntable *** The cook is idly smoking a joint
back in the kitchen, whipping up some pancakes for himself *** The Japanese boys are
sitting at one of the middle tables, drinking rice-liquor & behaving generally very un-
Japanese-like *** They whoop & whistle at Stella Telestar up on the stage like a bunch
of Texas rednecks *** They buy drinks on the house for everyone *** They are
loaded *** They've made a lot of American dollars thru personal computers & small hip
gas-economical cars *** They are playing cards *** They scream with laughter every
time one of them draws a Joker *** They pound raucously on the tables & sing
Japanese warrior-songs *** Everybody does their best to ignore them *** Everybody
else just wants to be left alone *** One of the Japs yells over at Dogstar who is doing
the best he can to assimilate & digest the bland-tasting steak *** "Hey, Doggy-Star,
come over here!" *** They motion frantically at him to join their party *** Dogstar
sighs, pushes away the half-eaten dinner, & takes a seat at their table *** They pour him
a huge glass of rice-liquor *** They cheer him on as his eyes water from the fiery stuff
*** One of them leans forward, breathing hot rice-fumes into his face *** "You human
beans are fucked, you know that?" he hisses *** "We're going to take over everything
you've got set up here. So you better watch out, you fucking neurological mutant." ***
The ultimate question is: Why? (Why?) Everything is connected with everything else
(Why?) Light travels precisely (more or less) at 186,000 miles per second (Why?) The
Joker has any value you wish to assign to it (Why?) The cat has disappeared (Why?) Its
tracks lead out thirty feet away from Dogstar's cottage, then disappear (Why?) Dogstar is
shit-faced (Why?) He is utterly shit-faced (Why?) He is utterly confused (Why?) He is
utterly demented (Why?) When he got up that morning, he couldn't remember who he
was or what he was doing there (Why?) His memory was gone & he had no past
(Why?) It was as if he were starting the whole thing all over again (Why?) Now he
wanders from bar to bar in University Town (Why?) He can't remember anybody's face or
name (Why?) He can't remember who he is supposed to be (Why?) He doesn't
understand what he is doing there (Why?) He wonders if there is nothing but absolute
blackness after death (Why?) He is not really sure that he's a member of the same
species as the rest of these people (Why?) It is a Saturday night & all these people look
so strange to him (Why?) He feels totally unconnected (Why?) People look up at him in
fear as he passes by (Why?) There is a wild hunted-beast look in his eyes (Why?) Maybe
he has gone to sleep & has awakened as the Abominable Snowman (Why?) A girl looks
familiar to him somehow, but he can't place her (Why?) He feels like he is going to pass
out (Why?) In exchange for pieces of paper & circular pieces of stamped metal, he is
given liquids which cause his head to spin around & round (Why?) They all look like
robots to him (Why?) They play games, they watch images flickering on a tube, they
talk & talk, they laugh & laugh (Why?) He has no part in it all (Why?) He feels so left
out of it all (Why?) He takes the last bus out of town & weeps profusely on the very
back-most seat (Why?) Moonlight shimmers on snow-covered fields (Why?) He just
doesn't understand what is happening (Why?) There is a madness to it all & he just can't
figure it out (Why?)
It's another very slow night at Cloud 9 Lounge, a weekday night when there's never
very much happening///They're in-between sets right now///Not much happens on a dreary
Moon-Day night///Stella Telestar just did one of her sexiest acts ever///But no one noticed
it///So did it happen?///Dogstar is taking a break at the blue-bar///There's hardly any
dishes to be done tonight///He lights a clove cigarette & yawns///Stella takes a seat
beside him///She slips a hand down the seat of his pants///She massages the base of his
spine///They agree to make a date for some oral sex later on///Meanwhile, in the middle
of the nearly-empty lounge, two very bored businessmen are playing black-jack on one
of the circular tables///They sell defective farm machinery to the farmers of
Wheatfield///Stella serves them, generouslydisplaying her bounteous titties towards
them///They hand out a five-dollar tip for the beer///They deal the cards///One of the men
gets an Ace of Spades, then turns up a Joker///"How the hell did this Joker get in here?"
he mutters///They remove the offending card & reshuffle the cards///They deal
again///The other man gets a one-eyed Jack of Hearts & a Joker///"Shit, goddamn it,
Harvey, I thought I just told you to take all the Jokers out."///"But I did, Jake. I swear I
did. I just don't know how the hell they got in there."///They go thru the whole deck again
& look for any more Jokers///That seems to be all of them///They re-shuffle & play for it
again///Harvey gets a King of Diamonds & a Joker///Jake gets a Joker, then a Deuce of
Clubs///It is hopeless///They decide to give it up & make Jokers the Wild Card///It could
be assigned any value they want it to have///Like a lot of other things///The more they
played, the more Jokers that turned up///Finally, they were playing with nothing
but Jokers///They arbitrarily out-bid one another///They get into a big fight over
it///When the going gets weird, the weird get going///The Joker is the Wild Card///You
should never trust a Joker///If you get a Joker in your deck, you better watch out///The
Joker can either have no value or it can have unlimited value///It's all up to You///The
Joker is as Wild as you want It to be//////
Then there is the night when the Catatonic Blues Band breaks down,right in the middle
of a set ### The hebephrenic piano player starts playing a lively polka %%% The
manic-depressive lead-guitarist alternates between moody Spanish Flamenco & lively
country-western ??? The Mongolian idiot drummer wails & punches holes in the drums !!!
The trumpet player who thinks he's the greatest plays Louie Armstrong *** The chorus
girls sing way out of key %%% The key-board player who thinks he's God grins &
runs his hands sweepingly up & down the keyboard $$$ The bass guitarist morosely
sits on a speaker & idly plucks one string over & over @@@ The excessively paranoid
lead singer looks worriedly around the audience, babbling in a frenzy: "How many of
you out there know about me? How many of you are in on the Plan? How many of
you are aware of how I must suffer up here night after night? When are you going to
crucify me?" ~~~ The idiot drummer drools & throws his drums around in complete
frustration, unable to comprehend why they won't make a sound anymore with the big
holes in them *** The manic-depressive alternates between major-mania & minor-
depression more & more quickly &&& The trumpet player spits & drools into his horn,
making lewd faces at the audience /// The chorus girls remove their undergarmets & fling
them out at the audience ::: The hebephrenic piano player laughs wildly & starts playing
by pounding his fists on the keys ((( The bass player can't stand it anymore; he morosely
lies down on the stage in utter resignation %%% Meanwhile, the keyboard player,
having delusions of grandeur, proceeds to play "St. Matthew Passion" ))) The paranoid
schizophrenic lead singer breaks down & confesses everything he has ever done --- The
manager intervenes & announces that the bar will be closed for the night +++ The
psychiatrists & nurse-attendants take over & attend to their patients, getting them
sedated for the ride back to the ward ^^^ It's their greatest act ever ~~~ The crowd has
gotten drunk & is roaring in approval !!!
The times, they are a-changing ~+~ Can the Dog-Star ever realize its Buddha-Nature
~+~ The weirdos are going weirder & weirder ~+~ Can the Buddha ever transcend its
Dog-Nature ~+~ Three forces were all it took to make up this whole She-Bang ~+~ It is -
3 degrees outdoors in the cold, cold, cold ~+~ This universe is a complete hoax brought
to you in living color by the one & only Joker ~+~ Meanwhile, World War III is a very
good possibility ~+~ The Super-Powers cannot wait to blow each other up ~+~ They
can't help it; it's an instinct ~+~ When the population of a species reaches a certain
point, they are programmed to start destroying themselves ~+~ Meanwhile, Pluto reigns
over frozen-over Hell with a sour, dour expression of intense disgust on his grumpy face
~+~ He's been getting bored lately ~+~ Maybe just for kinks, he'll set off a major earth-
quake which will destroy all of civilization & bring back the Ice-Age ~+~ (Why?) ~+~
The three Japs have had it ~+~ There is really nothing more they can do ~+~ What
fools these earth-bound ones are ~+~ The three Japs abruptly disappear one night, shortly
after all the cats in the world suddenly vanish ~+~ That same night, a fiery chariot,
making an ungodly thunder like the sound of a million angels singing a celestial chorus, is
seen flying low over the humble fields of Wheatfield, to the consternation of its out-raged
citizens who are forced to lose a few minute's sleep over this grand event ~+~ A multi-
colored beam on intensified light is aimed at the cottage where the Japs had resided &
the next day, they are no-where to be found ~+~ There is a major power failure & no
one can get their favorite radio station or T.V. program for hundreds of miles around
while all this is happening ~+~ Later on, the Air Force is called in to investigate, but all
they can find is a single glowing diamond lying in a distant field ~+~ They file it away &
call it "Top-Security" ~+~ Meanwhile, while this momentous event is occurring,
Dogstar & Stella Telestar are she-banging away in a candle-lit cottage, oblivious to
the crumbling of the world's foundations all around them ~+~ God bless the murmuring
maw which is masticating the morrow ~+~
Here we go again///Time for Autumn re-runs///The story goes like this:///There's these
two dudes arguing in front of the post office///For some reason, the post office of
University Town attracts a lot of crazies & fringe kooky kults///Dogstar & a couple of
others are listening in on this intense interaction///"Everything is nothing!" cries
one///"No! You've got it wrong! Everything is everything!"///"Male is
female!"///"No! Female is male!"///"The universe is a hoax!"///"No! The universe is
as real as Jesus, Joseph, & Mary!"///"Everything is duality!"///"No! Everything
is trinity!"///"God is a crooked politician!"///"No! God sells barbecued weinies on 42nd
Street!"///"The Dog has Buddha-Nature!"///"No! You're wrong! The Buddha has Dog-
Nature!"///"Right is wrong!"///"No! You're wrong! Wrong is right!"///"Nothing is
real!"///"No! Everything is real!"///"But you just said everything is
nothing!"///"Therefore, nothing & everything, being one & the the same, are both real
& unreal!"///The midget, who has been busy handing out flyers for his own lost
cause, The Society for Conscious Evolution, has been observing all this with
considerable amusement///He turns to Dogstar & remarks: "Little do they realize that
they are both wrong."///"Yet they are both right."///"So put that in your pipe & snuff
it."///
All things are possible^^^Dogstar is sitting in a nearly-empty bar on a weekday
night, feeling morose^^^He is really getting tired of it all^^^He is seriously contemplating
suicide^^^Maybe he could lay down on some railroad tracks some-where & let the next
train run him over^^^How-ever, he is wondering whether there is anything after
death, or whether it's any better than this^^^He wonders why he bothers to go on
living, if his life is such a bummer^^^Then a beautiful girl walks in^^^All thoughts of
suicide instantly vanish^^^ She has long light-brown hair & sapphire-blue eyes^^^She
wears a long brown dress^^^Dogstar looks up at her^^^He catches her eye^^^Somehow
something is briefly transmitted between them in that momentary tentative eye-
contact^^^She smiles^^^Dogstar looks away^^^What could she, what would she
possibly see in him?^^^Yet he looks up again & there she is again looking right at
him^^^He can't believe it^^^This is too good to be true^^^She gets a drink & takes a
seat at his table^^^"Hi, I'm Lynn," she says^^^"You look kind of lonely
tonight"^^^"Yeah, you might say that."^^^"What happened? You look pretty sad. Did
you have a bad accident? Did you break up with your grilfriend?"^^^"Well, not exactly,
I'm just not sure if there is any meaning to any of this."^^^"Yeah, I know how that
is."^^^She pauses^^^"Sometimes, though, you have to make your own meaning."^^^"So
how do I do that?"^^^She grabs his hand, looks into his eyes, & gives him an enchanting
smile^^^"Let me be the meaning of life for you tonight."^^^So they hit it off in a soul-
to-soul way^^^Dogstar feels horny for her & also finds himself falling in love with her
on the spot^^^"Don't be afraid to love me," she says^^^"Love is all that is real"^^^"All
your life you have been looking for real love & you never found it, you poor
dude"^^^What is happening here anyway?^^^Dogstar hangs on to her every word like
she was the Savior of his life^^^She invites him up to her apartment, which is
nearby^^^They take a shower & lather one another in creamy soap^^^They look into
one another's eyes & soar into infinite heights of ethereal love as they give pleasure to
one another's bodies below in the material realm^^^This is perfect^^^This is what it
always should have been^^^This is Male & Female becoming the Original Whole
again^^^"I love you," says Dogstar to her^^^"I love you, too," says Lynn^^^"I have
loved you since the beginning of time"^^^She smiles mysteriously^^^"Now, I must ask
you to go"^^^"But never fear - we will meet again in the next realm"^^^The next day,
Dogstar can't find her anywhere^^^He returns to where her apartment was & finds a total
stranger living there, who doesn't know him & never heard of her^^^He hangs around that
bar night after night, but she never shows up^^^He asks around, describing her, but no
one has ever known anyone like that^^^He wanders the streets, searching for her, but
she is not to be found^^^He cannot understand it^^^It was so good^^^Why is it gone
now?^^^"Lynn, O Lynn, where are you?" he wails in despair, as he searches &
searches for Her which gave him such happiness that one night^^^But she has vanished
from the material realm, as though she had never ever been^^^
Meanwhile the going is getter weirder & the weird are going weirder (*) Dogstar,
making a round of undercover business trips, is wandering all over town (*) With each
step he takes, just as a diversion, he asks: (Why?) (*) At the same time, people
are petitioning for innumerable forms of massive mass action of the masses (*) Anti-sugar
fanatics are picketing the local grocery store (*) They violently attack any & all Twinkie-
eaters they catch in the act (*) A turbaned self-proclaimed guru is holding hatha-yoga
classes right out on the sidewalk (*) Blacks are grabbing the arms of neurotic, guilty
whites & demanding money for their lunch-program (*) A student is selling rope-belts
on a street corner, strumming on a dulcimer (*) In front of the post office, quite a
commotion is going on (*) A bunch of angry young men who have just turned 18 are
striking against the draft which has just been re-enacted (*) The President of the United
States Empire, in league with the CIA, plans to have a war in the Middle East for the
diminishing supplies of oil to fuel the Empire's Great Economy (*) Day by day, giant
war-planes fly in formation over the small New England towns in preparation for this
great event (*) Meanwhile, among the demonstrators, two dudes have their endless
argument about Everything & Nothing (*) At the same time, a fat, bearded, frizzly-
haired dude fights his way to the top of the post office steps (*) He has an amused
twinkle in his eyes, as though this whole thing were some kind of huge Joke to him (*)
He munches on a Twinkie to the consternation of the anti-sugar fanatics (*) He clears
his throat & makes the following speech to the massive minor masses:
"ATTENTION PLEASE! MAY I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?"
(The muttering crowd slows down, pauses to eavesdrop on what this mad crank is
saying:)
"There, that's better. Now that I have your attention, I would like to bring to your
attention that the human race is in a lot of trouble right now. There are all these cults.
There are all these conflicting viewpoints.
"I see that there are quite a few of you who do not wish to participate in the
madness called 'war'. I would like you to think about something:
"It is time to recognize that there is something fundamentally wrong with the bulk of
the human race. There have always been wars & rumours thereof. War is the most
insane, destructive, irrational activity that human beings perpetuate on their fellow
beings. Just think of it. One row of human beings is firing upon an opposite row of
human beings that is firing back. They're just killing one another off. Now, I ask you,
does that make any sense at all? Rather than discussing whatever it is that is bothering
them, they just start shooting at one another. These creatures spend hundreds &
hundreds of years constructing elaborate civilizations, only to blow it all up in one big
war. It is sheer, utter insanity. (No one seems to bring that up at the time, though;
rather, most of them go along with it as though it were perfectly normal & natural.)
No wonder Extra-Terrestial Intelligences stay the hell away from us. We must look
like demented apes to them, which, it must be said, we are, at our present level.
"With the technology we have available to us right now, we could make a literal
utopia out of this planet. We could once & for all dissolve national boundaries, have a
controlled population so there is plenty for everybody, have a world-wide language, &
have a complete leisure-class society with machines doing the bulk of the work. This is
utterly possible now. And if we weren't so damned afraid of each other all the time, we
would have nothing to be afraid of at all.
"The only reason we aren't getting off our asses & doing all this right now is because
nobody can agree on anything. Whose language is going to be the world-wide one?
Who is going to control the population? Which of the nations will be the first to
swallow its pride, take down its borders, & destroy its arms? Our various collective
& nationalistic ego-trips are the only major obstacle between us & utopia.
"Politics is not the answer, because in the attempt to change the system, you invariably
become another part of the system. Fighting against fighting is not the answer; that's just
adding more fat on the fire, more illusions to support the larger Illusion. In fact, to
propose any kind of answer at all would just be another ego-trip for people to either
fanatically identify with or react strongly against, often starting wars for this very
reason. (Sigh.) How utterly perplexing it all is. Perhaps we must go beyond this very
limited world altogether.
"I'll tell you a little secret: The whole thing is a big Hoax. The Hoax is this: That
somebody up there actually has power over the rest of us. That certain people who
happen to be rich &/or famous are somehow more 'important' than people who are not
rich &/or famous. That life is nothing more than a soap-opera dog-eat-dog struggle for
survival & economic power. That those who succeed in this struggle are somehow
intrinsically 'better' than those who don't manage to succeed, particularly when the
whole thing is set up so that only those who are already in power & those who affirm
their allegiance towards the reality of the Hoax are allowed to succeed in the first place.
That certain pieces of paper & pieces of metal which serve as a medium of exchange are
more (that is, money) are more important & more real than the actual substance that
they supposedly represent. That labelling & numbering people & things somehow gives
one greater control over them.
"About the only thing we can do about all this is work as individuals & attempt to
struggle against getting sucked into the Hoax to the extent that we possibly can. You can
even observe outwardly all their ridiculous forms & rituals, but if you refuse to give
them your mind & soul, that, in itself, is quite a victory. Those of you who are
perceptive enough to see the absurdity of war & can see what the human race is
ultimately capable of must lie low & try to survive as best as they can, preserving certain
modes of knowledge & living, while the Hoax-Makers foolishly destroy themselves &
their mesmerized followers. Then maybe the day will come at last when we can come
out of hiding & build a new world. Our dilemma is somewhat like that of the little furry
mammals during the age of dinosaurs. Aggression, the urge to dominate, & the
tendency to imitate are now extremely deleterious traits in the human race. Cooperation
& the refusal to go along with what we know is wrong will prove to be the greater survival
traits in the long run.
"In the meantime, while we are waiting for that day which may or may not come
within our lifetimes, all we can do is work on ourselves, watching for vestiges of those
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