Now that the world has ended.

[Glenn Scheper]

Part 7.

Tuesday?, my random drive after work led me to
discover a local park. I was laying there reading
Dante's Divine Comedy. Well, not reading so much
as napping with the book as my pillow.

As the sun was nearly setting, I got an idea, a
brief vision, a mental image of a white triangle
that I recognized as a dress shirt collar.

Well, I had my fly litle black silk suit and
white shirt in the trunk since slipping back
home to attend church right after running away,
then having those visions I've told you about.

I had laid out that outfit in the trunk some days
earlier and pissed on it while defiling a box of
graham crackers that i'd sliced down the center
and split open the rest of the way, a type of
broken unleavened bread, and a type of blood.

That was some prior night of honey and oil annointing,
and a drive about during which (these details I hadn't
related before) I'd started a fire (exhaust) sacrifice
in the evening outside the car, but completed it in
the morning inside the car. The two halves involved
two female images I'd seen not long ago in a dream.

In the dream, I was humping that plate-glass throne,
and the first female was to my left on the ground,
bent over, looking back, saying, "Oh you're so nice"
and the other lay naked to my right side, laying on
her right side, and, slipped out of her mouth like
an unexpressed spirit, I heard, "lecher". At first
I thought she was blaspheming, but dictionary.com
shows lecher is based in licker, so I figured our
relationship could be oral, the first girl's anal.

Today I see that would be oral with her mouth.

I'd since tried to defile the memory of the latter
bigtime, on a night I was distributing many bags of
dirt from my fence building project to the desert,
tearing open and fucking the bottom of a contractor
weight bag of dirt on my lap in the driver's seat.
But I'd found a 'bounce' dryer sheet in my clothes,
so I used it between me and the dirt, and gave her
by way of it a white garment. Recall that garment
spiritually is what covers the genitals, which I
said for the 24 elders might be a coital partner,
but for a monad is his/her own mouth. Describing
this I see corroborated the lecher/mouth aspect.
Perhaps it is naturally based on tooth whiteness.

Anyway, the second girl above is the one for whom
I started my sacrifice outside, but ended it with
respect to the "nice"-saying girl, in a tissue of
suntan lotion, that another type of white garment.
The above-the-glass-throne girl was put outside,
and the below-the-glass-throne girl taken inside.

The church garments were still there, not stinking
as I imagined, for the grahams, cellophane and box,
accidents that I had discard, caught all the urine.

But weeks before all of this craziness started,
cleaning up my room, I stuffed my other fly (that
may be the wrong word. I really mean cheap, flimsy)
blue silk suit into a knapsack, intending to take it
to a cleaners for it had many wears nightclubbing.

Great idea! An inspired idea! That blue suit, my
favorite color but which I rarely wear since my
wife dresses me in brown and black (an attempt
to harness heaven to earth, or even to hell)
is what I would wear to make my approach upon
Honda on Friday night. It was nearly closing time,
but I was assured that I would find a cleaners,
and that the doors would be open. I drove around
one mall, noting that I seemed to be measuring it
by my cigarette. Another mall had the cleaners:
I need to wear these by Friday! Can you do it?
"Okay, Friday... afternoon."

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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