The Sons and Daughters of Women and Men Getting It On

          Despite unforeseen circumstances and barring malevolent entities , the circle remains incomplete in its completeness, oh so small, so small, you see. You see, don't you? You see that man over there , he's gonna do it again. He can't help himself. Like a monkey , that man keeps on doing that thing. Look at that mother . Yeah. One bad sonofabitch.
Anyway, what's goin' down in the hood is that the Daughter of Man is to marry the Son of Woman, at the Chapel, tonight. And i'm gonna be there in my finest wear, you can bet on that. I'll be cruising on the dance floor like nobody's business. This is going to be one monumental occasion, brother, the Mother of all parties. You can't afford not to be there. If you're not there you'll be squarer than a Mormon , dude. There is simply no other place to be tonight. And that's what's goin' down.

And after all is said and done , whenever that is, you'd think that nothing remains to do anymore , and nothing remains to say apart from "wow", over and over again. Yeah. Wow. You just can't capture that. You don't write a blog about it, or make a f%ckin podcast. Geek. There aren't any cameras, phones, microphones, keyboards, USB vibrators, minds or other input devices capable of processing that information. I'm sorry, this information cannot be preprocessed, paparsed or destored. DasNotKompute. Nix. System Failure. Goodbye. You can eye up the traces left behind by the movers and shakers and make your dubious extrapolations, but you cannot avoid the conclusion that your operating system is severely taxed, precariously perched, on the edge , unless you reboot and upgrade right now, brotha.

The preacher say GOD CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT and the man means it. I wouldn't quote that otherwise. There is a lot one can preach about, but that's really the clincher. If God can do any thing, then God WILL do it , sooner or later. God's no sucker, i know at least that. God's gonna do that thing.

Meanwhile, two as yet unidentified and hooded characteurs stroll nonchalantly down the page in search of further literary clichés for the mixer, pretending not to look but really LOOKING into the cavernous depths, retrieving rubies and garlands and papafernalia and other mysteries , bringing them to the sweet light of day, where restless minds can dig, and grok at the fulness of things, and all the american psychedelic books i've ever read fall down from some numinous akashick shelf and bash me on the head, Don't Mention Terence, please don't - there's got to be another way, a new day, I really fall asleep at the sight of Santa Shulgin and that other Good Doctor cycling around Basel, surely a semi-synthetic organism, ah, the irreverence probably only further fortifies the fortifications, where dragons guard the gates of the Inner Holy Sanctum, where the noble and high...

Higher, he said. She did not blink , or even stare, just got it on like only she doesn't know how to, with that unrefined yet ultra-dignified air of effortless loving and cool , the no-nonsense movements of a mistress , a mindblowing embodiment of the Tao in all its profound simplicity . There are no fancifications or falsifications needed, no obtuse elaborations or stylistic manoeuvres of nothingness. She is all substance, no frills. She is a thriller, hair raising, the real deal, the one that will really rock your blocks off , and then make you a sandwich as if nothing ever happened.

As if.

Nothing EVER happens, it's all in your head , i assure you , my friend. Nothing just happens. What you look at is not there as soon as you've looked at it. Don't just look, or pretend to look, but really LOOK, and then DO . It ain't gonna happen unless you DO that thing , like a mean mofo machine, you know. Men aren't machines, but they're more machine-like than women. But then again, women engage in machinations , to do the men's heads in. I know that for sure. I KNOW, man ! Behind every great man there's a great woman, but behind her is ANOTHER man (and the baby's not yours) and then behind HIM is another man, and then behind him is a gorilla, just out of de jungle.
In de jungle groove, yeah.

 

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