IV. The Symphony of Sensational Voyeurism

It's good to see you again.

We've been expecting you

Please

Sit.



Now…

Lights!

Orchestra!

Curtains!

Bringing forth nighttime lore,
the charming chamberlain of Victorian plays
Summoning forth demonic myths,
the illustrious weaver of unspoken entities
Dancing on rooftops,
the enchanting fairy of chimney trees
Sizzling behind magenta curtains,
the voluptuous seductress of throbbing blood
Laughing at the potluck,
the swollen headmaster of flab
Killing in the alleys,
the inscrutable Ripper of Jack
Fornicating in the wild in the dragon's keep,
the whore of Babylon

Swell the strings!

Blast the horns!

The cast is assembled

The symphony of sensational voyeurism
Yes, you in delight
Don't deny your
Sacred rite
That's right

Join my dear
Don't be shy
Ascend the stairs
And come on stage

Good

Take my hand and venture now through the broken mirror of Assyria

The dunes of sands
Mounded and layered beneath the crisp blue sky

Not a single cloud

Not a single soul

Except for us

My dear

Feel the sand

It's cool to the touch
The wind encircles your lush hair
The air feels and smells like the breeze of the sea
Where Athenian, white houses line the shores of this desert-sea world

Look up into the blue sky
Witness the open dome in the center
Above our head

Past the blues sky dome is the space between spaces.

Orange silk stars and red trimmed planets
Violet smeared nebulae and green morphing galaxy clusters

Float up to the top of the open space dome in the center of the sky
Reach out and extend your hand

As you touch, the area between this world and the next, ripples spread out from the imagery of the universe.

You touch water in the form of visual, ethereal paradise

The ripples of time expand like the vibrations of sound across the sky

Painting a new canvas of dripping oils and melting clocks

Close your eyes.

Your body hovers in the air

Far from the ground

And far from the person everybody knows

No matter how much a person perceives to know about another, there will be a part us that no one will ever comprehend.

Because to completely absorb the entirety of another life
memories
personality
thought process
dreams
Soul

Is incomprehensible
Inconceivable
Futile

A new world attrition
Through masturbatory perdition

A raging, unquenchable and suffering desire that plagues
The bold
The young
The old
The naive
The smart
The swift
The innocent
The damned
The addicts
The self proclaimed purists
The self proclaimed "good people"
"innocent people"
"trusted people"

We are all what we live for: a lie
A lie that consumes the norm
With invisible abnormalities
We are the blind
The deaf
The mute
The chained
The ignored
The punished
The poor
The dumb
The frightened
The dead

The end


Thank you for being here once again.None of this couldn't be possible without: Clive Barker, Iron Maiden, headphones, batman, duplexes, Salvador Dali, The hour of the Wolf, folding chairs, wool blankets, Silicone breasts, chocolate icing, Bruce Campbell, 28 Days Later, true love, true grit, The seventh seal, black widow spiders, Vishnu and anyone else I forgot to mention.

Please come again.