Shove This Down Your Throat   Angry clown visages of the middle eastern tempest     lhordes. The maddened harem! They run past me in a   quick daydream assembly of a dry rancid cucumber  with wings. They sprout funny furtive fungi.    I recollect myself off of the puzzle-riddled  horizon laid in my eye front. Heather holds the  white mist in her left lifted eye. Evil rests there  in her bent optics of intellect. She snaps to and  fro on a pogo-snake with very hairy arms and legs  like astroid gorillas. A space cadenza! Satellites  wring the all too familiar sky-plane in a mangle  vortex of spinning casserole vomit. Wow, what  brightness can be made with my mind! The rain of  hell beats upon the shores of emperor Sebastian. TThe red water shimer-dazle! Heather's ship we sail to  the white rock cliffs of the purple door. He greets  us with ten legs and a lizard's beak. He eats food of wwriggling pigs. Squeal out your vengeance, piggies, tthe wolves have done their worst!    I sit on his floor of a skylark trapeze. The  evening apes are on the wall. One hall, a  two-in-a-dozen decagonal cosmic vagina with the  round-headed gnome of the twisty whimsy three-sixty  cranium turn as he floats on the steps that emit  from within the blue.    Blue filaments of erective squirmy tubelings with  teeth that bite at the massive bleeding mouths that  spew from the same void blue. The blue owns all. The  Blue Kings on their ocean thrones with twenty azure  nipples and breasts. Krishna arms hang wildly about  and beat their buttocks to bloody crimson. Wet  hell's rain devastates again and invades the  cerulean abyss. The War of Two Colors!    A fierce nine-horsed female boar wields her axe at  the blue calm as her breast-fire wreaths flames  straight from the eyes of Satan. He, his manic horns  of blasphemy, soars beyond the fire and into the  skulls of the wisest Sea Priests robed blue. They  convulse in epileptic orgasms as the Mescal God  shits his terror dreams and plummets through their  synapse divinity. Uses them for purposes known only  to him holiest of holies.    Preaching crabs in their bunny suits of Black Death  rape little puppies in their crazed sleep under  darkness of a bloodstained death tee-pee. Come into  my tent. The red has won the battle but my anus  teeth will eat the cheese rot of a bloated hippo's  tit as will its tongue taste the fuckings of a  whore's rancid corpse vagina in stink green putrid  oozing discharged love.    Resisting sleep's creep I wash my face with a  strange weightless liquid come out of a rainbow  pearl sink in the lavatorium of dear emperor  Sebastian's palace. Dare I oppose the wisdom of his  forty and a hundred brain tendrils? Octopus fear  drives me to hump vigorously the chasing lights of  optical night when I catch them in my marsupial's  slug pouch. Yes! I am a Great Slug. A pyramid of  sticky foot seepage in a sun punished wake of dry  sand fishes. Flappy flap they squiggle squirm squoo  in their numerous vehement cries up to me their god.  I feast upon their numbers as they bleat in shitting  fear.       I was fortunate to have Craig send this piece to me. We'd never "met", but he knew a fellow Burroughs fan when he saw one, and passed this on in hopes of striking up a conversation. I was really impressed with it, and think you will be too. It's truly in the spirit/fashion of an up and coming talent... I'm delighted to have received this, and be granted permission to post it here for you to read and appreciate. As all writers, Craig craves constructive advice and criticism, so if you could take a moment, let him know how you feel about this, and hopefully, he'll write us more!