he wasnt upset or concerned when
his dreaming roughly pulled a hood over his head from behind an told him to Shaddup
Be quiet an later abruptly yanked it off
his head to reveal where he was
which was useless
because he never knew where he
was
he wouldnt be unappreciative
a hitchhiker doesnt get to bellyache about where the door opens an they are let out
itd been a free ride
ifn he cried about a free ride beating out the
elements via the kindness of a stranger
hed be a piece of shit
hed be a piece of shit
who wants to be a piece of shit
he was pushed out birthed into
an unconsciousness he
was aware he was dreaming a
queer turning a counter-clockwise turning a crimped threedimensional tape rising up out of a marbled red iron and
blue wet earth segmented like a fat earthworm up an up an up between a hardedged structure
than seemed a kind of derrick up an up an up the
crimps worried him they seemed at the
edge of blowing out an whatever its contents they would be gushed out an irretrievably lost that whatwhatever
was inside it was insubstantial an though insubstantial critical a feral knowledge knowledge is never easily maintained often it is tampered withperverted utilised propagandised an this uprisingthis fat wiggling
was threatening
a tower of Babel
a tower of Babel
because he was unconscious he had the ability to grasp this wily thing as if it were a serpent he grabbed it by the neck just behind its head where it couldnt ratchet around an bite him he handled enough venomous snakes to keep himself safe keep them safe its muscular coiling around his arm satisfied him like a submissive woman held by the throat
he vanquished the strange segmented threedimensional tape whirling up between the strictures of the derrick an replaced it on an on an on with trios of rough cratestacky crates filled with religious texts an paraphernalia tenaciously adhering to each other letters were worried into them either heavenly or luminary or branded their stenciled skins implied an adjutant ownership they did not worry him these inviolate crates had companions golden females conjoined lionessesserpents Medusas
he covered his eyes fearing their power
but before covering them he was aware of sparse shabby pilgrims who also congregated grey an ill covered in ash an filth they seemed to be waiting on himwaiting for him to restore them
he had no sympathy for them
sick he had no humanity for them
no compassion
their presence was a minimal secondary aspect he was more interested in bonding the teeming replacement crates with the glue of sweat an sex
that he could do
they seemed to fall within his feral capacity
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