Nada Gordon & Gary Sullivan

Sea-torn Veil

Blessed is she that readeth the bird girl’s dream, and they that hear the words of this fake egg prophecy, and keep those very realistic quality items made of rubber which are written therein: for the time is at hand. I was in the cream ointment extension on the fancy day, and heard around me a gazillion voices, as of buzzards, bottles, cowbells, curly crab creatures, and mandolin crickets, Saying, I am animal and radar cube, the first and the last: and, What thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the dangling cannibal head with anarchist beard. So then because thou art dangling, I will spue thee out of my mouth with a rivulet of rosy odor in the form of duration, or wrinkly bottom ointment kimono for female ointment puppets.

And the first puppet was like a lifestyle, and the second puppet a beam like a cough suppressant, and the third had eyes that POPPED OUT then retracted into realistic rubber head, and the fourth was like a poem flaunting syrup. And the four puppets attached this poem for your consideration, which is full of eyes within. And on their broken flames, the future worn as nouns or repeated nouns, and their faces were as nouns repeated, filled with water and broken flames. And each flame had hair. And each hair had teeth. And their teeth taught the animals to sing.

And the animals had breasts — of irony, as it were; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of party poppers. And they had tails like unto scorpios. And there appeared a great carmine paradox, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven ointment cream creatures upon his heads. And to the syrup puppet were given two wings of a great ego, that she might fly into the swamp and idly finger herself on the face of the paradox. And the rosy duration odor cast out of his mouth a flood, that he might cause her to be carried away with tentacles trailing and bells pulsating.

And behold the earth heaped up and swallowed the flood of empathy. And it stank upon the sand made of rubber and saw a breast rise up out of the sea, having seven lame tin horns, and upon her pap a small constellation of fusilli, and upon each fusilli the cream of blasphemy. And the cream which I saw was like under a leotard, and had feet, and the feet each had a beer and was a Great Authority. And I saw one of her breasts. And then … all the girls had the breast. Then I heard the wince of harlots making staplers out of cheese: And they sung before the throat as it were a new song:

Out of the lark’s tantalizéd face, sudden discotheque of lies. Juice, moss the clouds seen as articles of cold bewildering …

And no man could learn that song but them that had gotten a breast, on the sea of glass, having now the name of song.

And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet-coloured yellow blasphemy, having seven sub-sublime smile button puppet heads and ten melancholy iguana horns.

And the woman was decked with mouthwash and precious foam, like a rubber horse mask with antenna clips emerging from a dense plastic cloud of very realistic "snow," having a nugget pouch in her hand full of the smutty hamburger of her fornication:

And upon her foreskin was a name written, BABYLON, BABYLON, BABYLON.

And thus she spat mightily with a strong foam, saying, Babylon the upside down cake is fallen and has become obvious as the folds of an anarchist beard. The bird-girl which testifieth these premised yaps saith: Like Syrup it will come slowly. Even so, it — and I — do come.

Ramen! Ramen! Ramen!

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