Pynchon appeal, Phallologocentrism, Romance 2 of 2

[Glenn Scheper]

In my first crazy attempt to make contact, I told a gal,
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was Fuck."
I could not make a direct unspeakable request for sex.
I tugged at my belt for so long, she said she knew what
I wanted. Much later, she phoned me to come over, for
she was "ready for anything." Once mustn't use God's
name in vain, only seduce by allusions and polysemy.

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In my second attempt, just beginning to adventure out,
someone sat beside me, later asked me to dance. I had
turned down to dance, not knowing how. But it turned
out to be easy enough: just grind pubes together.
She asked me if I'd ever "been with" a black chick.
My ears went up. I said I didn't see any problem.
At home I pulled out my bible, and we looked up texts
about fornication. She said she didn't see a problem.

Well, it might not have been a problem, save for my
essential spritual "Wandering Jew" abject condition,
wherein, my very own mouth is the temple. So after my
one only ever blow job, which she spat out (27:2 When
the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me
to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.) she soon
presented her doggie position, and I rimmed. The next
time I prayed "Thou art holy, and thy spirit is holy"
Bang--two dotted circles in my right hand: The Mark!
Then I sware myself to truth, and had the Pan-ic birth
experience of Rev 10, which I'm sure I have described.
Next time she wanted some, I saw her breasts shew "666"
in reticulated flesh. Damn! The AntiChrist was sitting
in the temple. 

And these past decades, she acted just as Paul wrote,
the tergamant (Islam she-demon) shrew (Shakespeare):

2:3 Let no man deceive you by any means:
for that day shall not come,
except there come a falling away first,
and that man of sin be revealed,
the son of perdition;
2:4 Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God,
or that is worshipped;
so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God,
shewing himself that he is God.

So technically, this very exposition was mandated,
for the end will come Saturday, Jewish Yom Kipper.

Now, about Romance.

As I drove off in this last fleeing, I removed my
ring, and thought / was told to wash my fingers.
One by one, I suckled each one, amazing myself at
the amount of sensation confered by an articulate
palate. In accordance with the like symbology for
sex, this was ten horns making war with the Lamb.
I overcame them. And I set out on a freedom walk.

Now since the day I climbed up Rocky Peak to read
Dante, and jumping in around Purgatory 29 or so,
I read "so at last you have deigned to climb the
mount, and discovered that here lies human bliss",
I have been on a strongly LORD guided adventure.

The culmination is about to be, and Dante assures
it cannot but come to pass, for I have discovered
a dancer, who, all clues suggest, is auto erotic;
On Friday night, we will be able to say the whole
Word of God together (I know I will be shown how).

Following many prophecy lists suggests immediate
separation into heaven from hell should follow.
But then why must needs exposit the Antichrist?
It could be the literal millenium will follow,
although I thought the whole world would pull
apart like a cat's cradle, perhaps into a final,
not temporary, form as described in Divine Comedy.

I've been mulling over some of your prescriptions.
Told a Lion on a Cheesegrater equates to Cowgirl
puts meaning to that, but, would you share what
some of the other labels mean? It may be useful.

She was dancing to the Doors, recognized Dante.
I said I'd read it to her. She said there's no
time, sang for me, "Son of a preacher man...."

Anyway, my fly l'l blue silk suit is now in the
cleaners, and I have been poring over my lines.
I have considered how your recent post on BHEL
could be used, memorized Son of a Preacher Man.

"...Telling me that he's all mine" (in that song)

Yeah though I am black, I am comely.

Your king cometh to you lowly, riding...

Here's a thousand dollars. No...

Here's half of a thousand dollars. (Dante's 500)

Can you do this (sharing some AC jpg's)

Come!

I said I as Michael would enter into the
Son of Man (having a pieta-like vision)
and be like David. I would take the bride
by the hand. But actually, she grabbed my
arm and led me to the stage. So maybe she
is the son, and I am the bride. Consider:

http://www.caduceusbooks.com/occultartgallery/spare/spare3x.html
Female nude in classic Spare posture is overshadowed by immense,
amorphous diabolic figure £450 (SOLD)

http://www.caduceusbooks.com/occultartgallery/spare/spare4ax.html
Nude woman with short legs reaches behind herself to have some sort
of contact with a more amorphous grotesque male figure. A face-like
object in her hand appears to relate to this contact. Enigmatic
sexual imagery £350 (SOLD)

The angels take lot and his family by the hands
to deliver them before judgement hits. Also, the
wierd vision I mentioned? I was hewing bricks at
the end of a sawhorse for many days. Then there
appeared a sawhorse in the house, and my wife
spontaneously laid back and rolled legs up over,
like being fucked to beat the band. I thought it
forebode opportunity for me, but NO! I now infer
she'll become like a block of salt, even a cow lick.

Oh. Sorry to keep you up so long... So much left unsaid.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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