Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Friday, January 05, 2007

another flashing chance at bliss...

Thursday had a bittersweet flavor to it: we got Trish out from under Toastie Bear to a breakfast of corn flakes, then walked over to Iron Claw House, in order to see Joe.

We had to wait until 10:00 to see my therapist, 'cause they were holding a teleconference in his office; Kathy Upstairs had promised when we made the appointment that he might be out earlier.

We had to discuss the K. Fantasy that no filioque has. Joe told Trish that the simplest way to deal with the situation is for us to simply say, "You're hurting our relationship. Please go away & don't come back". Then the subject of pornos came up. Trish complained that the lesbian sex in the one we watched first time with Viagra had reminded her of Kim (who is a dildo), so we needed new ones. I replied that it shouldn't be necessary for me to pretend Trish's body is someone else's body to be turned on, so then she escalated about the pornos.

& then we had to split because we had no time to waste. Trish had an appointment for a heart sonogram, & it went boom-lacka-lacka, which is some Kool drumming.

We ate at the hospital cafeteria. I had a chicken taquito, whatever that is, tater tots & fruit. + a yogurt. Mine was vanilla; hers, raspberry.

So Car-girl picked us up for TA. We went out to the mall, in order to pick up some pliers at the dollar store, in case we needed to fix the wires on Ula-tek's water bottle again. I spent the rest of the $10 on food After that, we went to the restaurant in the mall to split a plate of appetizers. We discussed the K. Fantasy, though I didn't volunteer the name of the vixen-foxen, more vixen than foxen.

While Trish worked out at Curves, I watched Catwoman. When my wife returned, we decided to spend some pizza bucks on a thin crust Canadian bacon pizza -- Car-girl had lectured her about diet, after I'd complained about Trish always wanting to buy snack food.

The nurse had called, saying it's OK for me to double up on the Viagra. But she forbade me to watch pornos; Erotic Ghost the first time had produced a 2 hour erection. Instead, we watched Battlestar Galactica.

I took my Viagra at 8:00, along with my Artane & Alphagen.
The box says "30-60 minutes to take effect". Awhile before the show ended, I felt all kinds of rushing buzzings, like the acid Roxy Music that had caused me to run out on the Nite streets to seek solace in a crimson-rimmed mouth, psychedelic furs, for the crucifiction Alfalfa High inflicted on me, made of me a pariah. Loneliest of all; the next day, the loneliness of the All in a stained glass window, & still Rachel & the Horlots hated me, Bulldog forgotten.

The stuff didn't work as well as I'd hoped, caught up in the loss of a forbidden fantasy, even of the only time Vadis ever really cared. The orgasm-death. But at least Trish turned me on in her own right. Next time, we'll start sooner. Maybe even as soon as I take the pills. It had sort of worn off by the time we exasperated the Vast, Active, Living Intelligence System.

The whole thing with Kim threatned to turn me manic. After awakening at 5:00 AM for the last several mornings, I took 3 temazepam last night, & slept in until 7:00.

I go now to wake the mighty Insect Slayer. May the peace of Yog-Soggoth be with you

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