[THE CHECKERED LOVES IN IODINE:] December 20, 2003, 01:47 {twilight} sunrise? Sunset? They have nothing, absolutely nothing to do with freedom. Bordering Kaleidoscope City’s Central Artery; I received word from feverish timpani rolls and jet set spotlights. ROYAL GRENADINE (MIMIC SHIRLEY TEMPLE): You are invited, throw your cares in the troth you feed from. please, please, this is a cordial invitation. You are invited to join the king of rings at the Silver City umbilical chord cinema. The Hi-Fi Internationale rides again! When I entered the umbilical chord cinema, the whiskey boys and the saliva girls were drooling up the minimum wage mexicana’s freckled tile. The king’s court was much smaller than I had remembered but as they say: “womb is bomb without w” The condiment slave wore a patch over his left eye, to apparently hide what albino/ iris that was once there. I was undeterred by his grotesque handicap and casually purchased some sodium flavored corn husks (or maize as the chief would say) and a refill for my coca cola IV. He delivered the goods as expected, yet by some sick and sexual twist, he carefully lifted the patch that covered a bulbous abscess where his eye should have been. I said nothing. I handed him his 90 placentas and was on my way. The unaltered account of the king’s ring ceremony went as followed: [BULLHORN:] "Introducing for the first time the amazing new sensation in which the audience will take part! BEWARE HIS EYE! YES, the only hypnotic power that turns human flesh into mindless servant!” The Sideshow stage hypnotist, Dr. Avacado Tatoo Taste, becomes well known for the on-stage past-life regression of/ and/smooth evocation of ectoplasm from Bleeding Gums,his assistant. The book he writes of her regression, “The Checkered Loves in Iodine”, becomes a national bestseller. He takes her on tour, performing in theaters and for dinner parties, where he begins to predict horrifying murders. (The Audience is unable to comply at this point, which turns the ectoplasm form against the Dr. with fatal results.) The Somnambulistic hero hypnotizes and seduces beautiful women and then lets them be disfigured by his friends and co-owners, The Cats from the Japanese Flag The Cats suggest the women perform some innocuous act (like taking a shower) that will actually disfigure them (the water being scalding hot). (enter Kelly Keyboard) (she steps out of the crab claw and goes down the alley beside the cinema.) (Ominous music plays in the background.) [NOTE:] Later we see her begin to wash her face, except that a caustic liquid had been poured into the water and she is badly disfigured. [NOTE:] the dominating poster of Paul Buxton on the wall behind her. ------------------------------- [ON STAGE:] The Nicotine Bazooka is looking into the Hypnotic Eye. (The uneven pattern of light on her face is the light from the Eye.) The Doctor tells her: "Now look here" (while holding the Hypnotic Eye before her, but all the camera sees is a brief scene of a flashing light.) COBRA CHORUS LINE: {"Just relax … sit down … relax … isn't it pleasant … to sleep? … to sleeeeep … deeper and deeper in sleep."} [TRANCE STATE:] and takes her out on the town, under the watchful eyes of her two detective friends. (return to her apartment dressed as bishops and beatniks) (they engage in 3 hours and 30 minutes of passionate embraces and kisses) [BEHIND THE SCENES:] The Serpent Woman jumps to death, but Princess Bacon Fat is rescued at the last second by tarantulas and mock erections in hot air balloons as she dangles from the catwalk. (The two detectives remove their faces to reveal that they are actually the TWO THEIVES] [PIANO ROLL:] Sinister Influence: Under the post-hypnotic power of a criminal hypnotist, blond Mars Moustache has just destroyed her own beauty queen sisters with disappearing octopus ink in this wake of "THE HYPNOTIC EYE". Beautiful victim or bucking bronco? {dawn} [TRANCE STATE:] "He's Legitimate Now" [Transcript In mirage fog:] , wait. scarlet stars=dopple satellites. Steering wheel arrest OR gang green Presently, striped shirt vibrates Horizon line blurs with vision to MAKE a motor SKILL division? Complexion thawed with chattering molars. 7 hours machine=gun? Flick/falter/within eyelock !!!AWAY!!!THE HIROSHIMA PILOT LIGHTS:yes or not?fog leaves the [BLANK:]disconnected?spineANDeyes divorced(social commentary) from smooth- leaves awkward and rubbery gestures like dodging mosquitoes in slow motion. Grit of stale sodium husks in blood/gums. Thanks a lotyoumirageroadvillains,Isaidshouting. Eyelid exile 4:00 dot EXACTLY Or erase {midday} The coroner loved a good mystery Black lists spilling black coffee The vigilantes miss the smoke rings of barcode night skies Honest Handshake: “ Just remember that life is a plot line Coins can be kept for the future or spent on the present, But love, like three wishes, might never return to your address” The focus spins back to the melodies of childhood bubble wrap. It won’t last. (I am adding the word stairs after this sentence) stairs {sundown} belated (bloated) retelling of [RADIO VIENNAGRAM:] Scott Urchin, The Virgin Astronomer, officially claims title of "world's greatest actor". He has successfully impersonated some 30 other people in real life, as related in the best-selling book about him, "The Great Imposter". The Hi-Fi Rides again through sidestreets of sewage and human refuge. Joined by the white and waxen lips of Pheramone, I was constantly on my guard. I screamed profusely at oncoming tanks and helicopters. During a brain hemorrhage, I stopped in at local petrol tavern. The giant praying mantis was working the foam taps, spraying showers of hot lava into the ears of the patrons. I asked for directions to the zoo but he, instead, directed me to the local college. When we arrived at the said college, it was nothing more than an apartment building with a plywood wheelchair ramp and arbitrary arrows pointing to a fictional recreation center. I nearly dodged a barrage of orphans who asked for “trees” 3-5 times (depending) Just who was in charge here? ------------------------------------------------------ Inside the radio station/bathroom with bunk beds We (meaning scott urchin, the incomparable margaret pheramone and great Alex Vienna) took to cutting conjoined triplets and discussing business with Dr. Than Wood, some girl and the Zen master himself. Strangely enough, there were glasses. After the reception, I was accused of depression. Was I? Well, no, but it was pure melancholia. Dr. Than Wood said I invented the title: “a strange and terrible saga” I couldn’t argue. Mousier Scott Urchin- cigarette lighters, white piano keys and broken window shards M. Pheramone- vocal chords, high heeled shoes, winking eyelids, satisfaction A.V. Vienna- radio knobs, car keys, acclaimed ego, nasal Who says there are no more heroes anymore? {dusk} The narcissists have traced me back by my hair and nail samples. I whispered over the salvation skyline: “I have no secrets to sell.” And they cracked like mirrors at the sight of my glass eyes. They mean to burn me like autumn leaves; for nostalgia scent They mean to catch me while I sleep, but they hadn’t expected [Plan B:] [Classified:] Step 1: take the cure for 7 days a week (for honesty) Step 2: see what the mirror streaks reveal then Step 3: convert arsenic tears into momentous (used as defense against them) Step 4: believe everything I say Except at this rate, the train is hanging on to the dear tracks; anticipating to derail for every year documented. Step 1: remove the tortoise shells from the naïve eyes Step 2: thank everyone for coming Step 3: watch the neglected sunrise and memorize the flashbulb silver lining Step 4: are we dead yet? Step 5: reveal that behind every sunset, there is a sunrise. [END VIENNAGRAM:]