GR 170-177

[Bled Welder]

170-177
Kevin Spectro is brightest, the Underground's a mob-scene, the Slothropian cortex Psychology's childhood, yes pure history, inert, encysted, unmoved by jazz, depression, war...Pointman's power, discovers himself with an erect penis, English Pavlovian jokes, annual PISCES Christmas Party, Pointsman is led, she's down on her red knees, good God, strokes, taking the pink Pavlovian cock, try to remember, amphetamine sulphate, 5 mg q 6 h, last night amobarbital sodium 0.2, how many cc's is that, and oh, Jesus I'm coming, her cheek against her leg, this moment of perfect peace...
the finances of PISCES pass through her hands, grain alcohol, in great strange mad-scientist concoctions, What if we're all Jews, you see? all scattered by seeds?, "I don't feel Jewish today.", "I meant flying outward?", Flying outward, Flying..., caped immensity, looking so improbable of extinction that, the Curse of the Book, "Pointsman, do you want to hear something really paranoid?", "All this great meteoric plague of V-weopons, is being dumped out here", "falling in a Poisson distribution", "the City Paranoiac"..."growing over the countryside? like an intelligent creature" [mycelium--am I the first to get that?]..."Coun-terfeiting all the correct forces?", Mr. Pointsman is to play exactly himself--sylized, irritable, uncomprehending...
"If the City Paranoiac dreams, it's not accessible to us...", "...But what is the Ci-ty were a growing neoplasm, across the centuries, always changing, tho meet exactly the change-ing shape of its very worst, se-cret fears?...", "Eu-rope someday must develop like this?", "You're right, Gwenhidwy...that is very paranoid", Grinning, completely mad, Your savior, you see...







 		 	   		  
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