and it was there, a monk, laying - like dead, then a bell, or rather multiple faint bells, death - erosion - he was awakened by the ringing of these bells. and the last blink in disappeared ended to a sweeping of the bruiseplasma train. and we got off at the moose lodge exit. but took the train again --- "to see if we missed anything," lisa suggested. --- so we rode the bruiseplasma several times, wink wink. and well - saw the same thing, several times. and it occurred to me, a video camera, and a church.. some scholar, priest, or something - to dq, seemed to be an equipment hq for now, or so far.. hopefully both orgy and leighanna will be there - leighanna is the bsa tech freak around here, leighanna's too shy though, she'll carry conversations only through orgy, though - introverted people do the most embarrassing things to satisfy their shyness - and when the baby twinsurprise was brought in from the vague assumed tv studio atmosphere, blarney blurbled (not blurbs my amigo) "quiet voices, everybody" - so we took the bruiseplasma to sharon tateville, land of murders - pig, well, we get into dq, and somebody with a redface, soar stomache emerges helplessly from the bathroom - regurgitating piglips and assholes - rectum, say sphincter curled ends on phallic hot dogs. and he leaves the restaurant - rancid bile smell fills the eatery - "orgy?' i called, hoping to get her. and she came out of the men's bathroom with a bucket of sawdust and a mop. "yeah.. o come back here... talk with leighanna? well, i suppose you'll need me." so she leads us into the kitchen, and smell of pork and bovine frying - rancid bile - well, leighanna emerged from behind a refridgerator, smile, and busy face - stern - no read, well, okay -- "hello, i'm lisa, and this is jim." --- "i know," lisa spoke directly to lisa, even though she looked at lisa's bootlaces. and ist was at this point i noticed leighanna's button on her folkpunk jacket: 's.c.u.m. society for cutting up men' --- "nice button," i said. she got nervous, and smiled, "are you in the men's auxiliary?" --- and it was a strange question to ask me, i've never even heard of s.c.u.m. or men's auxiliary thereof, i just thought it was some joke pin. "no, what's that?" --- well, the men's auxiliary of s.c.u.m. is the society for cutting up men. and our founder and most famous member was valerie solanis." --- "well, uh - we came for a video camera, do you have one?" lisa interrupted. --- "yeah, what kind?" --- "a timelapse," i recommended. "capable of clocktics."
