[BIRTH OF THE BARREN:] [DEATH OF DECADENCE:]
March 01, 2004, 23:58

Thanks to the cure (which was invented by Brandy Warhol) I am now gaining 36 new hours in addition to the classic 24 hour format.

{dawn}
I was trying not to dirty my hands in the lips to the lung world of billboard success. I was on a business trip to Fittja, Germany to promote the paintings Danger Dan and myself have recently constructed. The faint smell of gasoline told me [The Viennagram:] was slowly gaining momentum. 

The Secret Sidebars of Fittja are stunning bonds of devotion and discord. 
Keys of the east, keys of the west, I’ve thrown away your locks.
The children of Fittja run through the streets calling me “The great lobster”. 
(In the large family of Crustacea to which the lobster belongs is found the only example of real blue blood because the chemical element of the oxygen-carrying function of the blood is copper instead of iron and in occult teachings the Venus copper is closer to the spiritual sun than the Mars iron.)

In Fittja, I send several [VIENNAGRAM:]s to my brother, Sean Magee and meet Skunk Reinke to acquire a new nova computer. This nova will aid in the musical branch of the Vienna empire. 
Crying jags of jubilation, caffeine beauty queens, eskimos, diamonds and sunrise. 

{midday}
an argument between The lucky king crab led to a duel with candelabras, spores and porcupine quills. 
It was a battle for the irrational. 
A battle that was won before it was ever mentioned.

I went down to the secret sidebar to coax the Stately Siren into submission with some bait in the form of lungs I had found on the freeway. 

{sundown}
arranged the planets in order. 
downtown bugs kept us faulting and wondering about this blue static. 
We knew the beat by now and were followed by the known nine:
One in the rhythmic sephia apperception for crawling down fire escapes of blouses 
Two, drawn out of fishscales that taught snakes to walk and men to crawl.
Three, lost speculations and habits down the boudoir; where they breed the tapeworms.
Four, skin drenched in coca cola and hung out to dry, so calcify me all you want. 
Five smoked rolls in his liquorice tongue that slapped against fine china walleteers.
Six lost in the pink of albino trust.
Seven for the dust in the cigarettes from heaven that run like red lights. 
Eight shown the legs of a blushing black widow arriving in on the low tide.
Nine have swam the quick sands of her milk and now know…

(enter through a hole in the clouds)
The experimental sidewalks led us to the Salvation City Statehouse, far out from the underground pockets the Hi-Fi Internationale slept in, far away from the wombs.
I headed the hep gang that consisted of J. Jerk, Saint Pheramone and Danger Dan. 
We entered through the trapdoor, wearing innovative lead edge scissors,
The liberal was busy smoking confetti string fingers, as that was the news of the evening.
(…hanging at the gallows…)
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In the very middle of the court was a table, with a large dish of tarts, poison darts and coca cola.
The Duchess was seated on her throne when we arrived, with a great crowd assembled about her: vigilantes, the vixen O’Hara Gods, The Brown Ballot, Marissa Burke, The former Phyllis Trelli, Sister Flyeyes, HYDROCORTISONE LOVE CLAW, as well as the whole pack of tarot cards: the mayor was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him; and near the Duchess was the Uni-Dent Snake, with a olive branch in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the other. 
Our pioneering and progressive presence made the non-believers whimper.
Those who attended proclaimed the eccentric “state-of-the-art”
Vanguard Mon Amour, way-out.
The ability of my accomplishments through art and brilliance, shocked mayor Cicilline down to his centipede skin wallet. 
MAYOR: [BULLHORN:] “for craftsmanship, creativity, finesse, flair, genius, mastery, proficiency, style, talent, taste, touch, virtuosity, workmanship and ego, I would like to proclaim this day glow Viva! Viva! Vienna!” 
The exhibition gave me a new convexed outlook towards the fat and bones of commercialization,
The pageant show would not have been complete without the stunning harmonica/champagne rendition of March of the Valkyries (performed by Danger Dan and the blind brides)
Just as the parade was closing it’s secret sidebar I caught a glimpse of envy: 
still green but is showing signs of brown deterioration
but that is how it must be: just as I am becoming more and more Vienna, she is becoming more brown.

Leaving the scene, I showed a nearby Audi the view, by backing the Hi-Fi Internationale into its vista.
It’s black box recorded nothing as I used the Internationale cloaking device.
Viva! Viva! Vienna!

{dusk}
The Saint and I were flying over the salt flats of Kaleidoscope City in silver.
The purple heart was a welting trigger, turning sour from a million sunsets
The saint was doctor doctor, losing her patients 
And I was painting the expressions on her face.
Beneath that porcelain skin, behind those waxen white lips
There was a witchdoctor brewing a widowmaker
Fermenting pheramone into chloroform 
Manufacturing a menstrual stigmata 
(then to our surprise)
Pheramone darts at the wheel sending the twin engines careening into the metropolis
Luckily we crash into one of three Xs.
Assessing the damage, I determined we would need a ligula* to repair the twin engines.

*(The inflatable organ, called the ligula, lies at the tip of a male octopus' mating arm. When it's not aroused, the two-spot octopus (Octopus bimaculatus) "has an exceptionally tiny ligula that's very hard to see", says Janet Voight of the University of Chicago.
But Voight glimpsed a rather different ligula while watching a failed mating. "It was quite prominent," she recalls.
Its structure is remarkably similar to mammal penises and clitorises, Voight and her colleague Joseph Thompson found. It has cavities that fill with blood held together by collagen.
Male octopuses produce a packet of sperm and insert it into their mate using this specialized arm. When all goes according to plan, the ligula is deployed inside the female, obscuring its function and size. It might help to transfer sperm, or it might scrub out the sperm of previous mates.
The organ is bright white, lacking the colour-changing cells that camouflage the rest of the octopus. In the two-spot, which hunts by day, this might be a beacon to predators. Shrinking it away might minimize this risk.
"For defensive purposes, you want a tiny copulatory organ, but you also want to transfer large quantities of sperm," says Voight. In most octopuses, which are nocturnal or live in the deep sea, the ligula is muscular,
like a continuation of the arm, and comes in just one size.)
References 
3. Thompson, J. T. & Voight, J. R. Erectile tissue in an invertebrate animal: the Octopus copulatory organ. Journal of Zoology, 261, 101 - 108 (2003).

Putting on my emergency scuba outfit, I plunge into the Exaecksex Ocean.

{twilight}
“gasoline tiger tamer, don’t feed them to the ‘pedes
there’s no time for burning when you’re singing all the bridges”

Entering a large coral turnstile, I used my powers of deception to maneuver through large clouds of black octopus ink and eyeless-spermwhale gelatin. 
The Exaecksex Ocean goes on forever, blinded by their own flesh reflection 
They are often enraptured in the gardens of smoke and seaweed.
I remain cautious.
My only light is that of sephia, so sick of that stink of tarantula milk and pale sweat. 
Soon a wall of inanimate love and faceless lust closed in on me like a salacious avalanche
Hundreds of ligulas shot from the darkness; like lascivious torpedoes
My only defense from the deafening onslaught was to puncture them straight through;
The aphrodisiac offensive hissing:
“we pluck the pink from albino
suck the blood off the Alamo
open up your veins and let us play
let us eat your heart away”
The avarice cocoon began to throb and pulsate
They shed their skins like hot glue tattoos
Palpitate the veins on the blooming blush
Vibrate with the scalding flush of scarlet fever
flicker, fluctuate, heave
Behold! The power of crystalline seduction
Behold! The birth of The Red Barren…

[END VIENNAGRAM:]