House Of Avenues (Episode Twenty)

~Let's go see Philemon no probs.~ They blew out on his bad ass car back on its haunches broomzzed the coastline The Big Sea leerily bends and he can straight shoot it on the motorway along the tricepted truncated University hovered obliquely as underway went the stirring taillights, pipes and steeples, dirging umbrellas folk spirits on neon topography, the dream of a living sprawl, unbounded on a bridge, the blueish/pink/silver architecture Into the markets, where cooing eyes crowd the streets. cats padding by on drippy paws. the electric circulatory system, encrypted octagonal maps Gets down on Philemon's location, maybe he got trifles...
Philemon: ~so the retail mechanics reach back as far as time can remember, but for the most part that would only include the actions of the present because time has no memory.~
Their kind covered some dormitory driving this munched out on headspin Philemon with that voice a canny kinda thing he looks twiggy with wreaths and garments pushes on, Cecil describes his dreaming and cuddling by Suzi her citrus myrrh. Philemon elongated graceful an artful dodger flamboyant braggart but Cecil can steppit, a cool Bullit sports coat Beatle Boots he does the Nappy Dapper. Gibbous Boys cheek the treaty ladies not a candor that sequels to biased curfews chaste branding juiced cranial BUMPFT dunce delighted coughs in the serrated lights of Pyramid City in omnivorous cradles phone booths ring while ghosties at the gronchy diners get their fill and SLUNK out to the clubbers put the tall glasses to test, milky peach consumptions. Suzi shows us what she made up of doubling fisted pistols keep clear her florescence disgorging cannot get her to stop with the GRRLS and slanted boys telepathing synesthasic lettering like the good reverend at the Cathedral Our Lady Of The Exaggerated Tomfoolery. discordance slewing break beats bleating minor notes converges tape deck Moogs brilliant interlocks with staccato swings from the tetractys octaves and diapantic chords swift spherical bass humping amidst the aethereal diffusion ruckus of Thrones & Dominions the room translates the igniting vibes in Aum revelry blinding space conquering the senses bodies revere the tang of odor crushed by deluged nerves reaching up to the pineal grace gusts of arousal fades into song after song broached with handsome lyricals of elliptical deities wired psionic daydream trances plugged astral Gig-Rez body tripped on lotus info expanse of ultra-violet holograms and lenticular trickle trebled echoic sheet metal gigabyte super-imposing information. The Forever Kids stunning quantums Dante's sublimated Nanos going in the bone marrow he does between time to time even in this dancefloor Jonny Icarus + cohorts boothing in Club 93 Some witchyGrrl pulling at her stockings yarny hair and tawny
Jonny Icarus: ~but you couldn't blow it, not so late on the gameboard...~ He dunked his brew sundry and jaded a swish of lavender.
Cecil Debord: ~you would wonder how my dreamings get, something big happens.~
Philemon: ~i'd not shunt it if you, none of this games figure, we'd be better off in it, i still got 7 sermons to do.~
Cecil: ~so we hit up the shipyard, get our Slip/Stream and away we go.~
Suzi Zerø: ~Who wanna Me & You for N//O//W//?~ That WitchyGrrl bats at her a swig and ruffle of her amethyst moptop Henna skin arms & neckline ~how do you call yourselfs? Pronounce it for me!~
WitchyGrrl: ~i like the name for now, just go by that.~
Suzi Zerø: ~sounds fair to me, Blinkin' Carla has it good for just such a treat!~
: ~so we doin' the recruitin' i know two who would get N//O//W// wif us, pick up Duke Of Lords & Lord Of Faces, dem grrls gots CHaoSphereZ and clandestine motor skills!~
Dante: ~just so happens We can get you in.~
Brittle tum-tap beats SHIKKRR on the D.J. Cecil likes what he hears the team so far on board with him but if he could get the Masters Of Faces...They'll do the neither/neither but on the way they wanna put themselves full of imbalances a variety just to be sure then Jacking The Void Of InBetween what a heist of a millenium might be so they'll reality do this GAP they wish upon a tablet or two many Fabrix tons of huffy stuff to get the night where to take on the phenomenal glitz curriers of ferocious memes YR. logos enriched Chakras the sky colored like bruises stabbed and wounded over the geodesic skyline dotted by grazing blimps an occasional bird its saffron plumages jukking in nesting metallic planks and gargoyles ogling the transits to grab of, got people in the showcase windows of dubious verandas. Dodecahedonistic correspondence who Else would revere ZenVirus69
Cecil: ~we mean to load this on spite the parasitic GodForms sequestering so that we might get off this PandemonAeon.....we'll intouch our ∞/Selfs then in this level get on the Slip/Stream NanoFreighter it'll do a storm once we pull off the girth~
Suzi: ~eventually we could say coasted on the NetWork...Siphon yer AUM in the Logosphere...So get me when you hear this one again cuz time estranges closer to this singularity!~
: ~We should mad to the fractal, the last rewind dashed Godspeed showmanship on the belief engines the luminate ziggurat of situated comedies~
Philemon: ~Facetious underlings! We have the names of our fractional conscious, but now if we reach the BleedBetweens we sail the freights to hell not from our bungalows in the Sweeny districts!¡~
Jonny Icarus: ~The ScamsWeRan do know harm and skippy tarts bubblegumming got tuff bluffs but don't try 'em cuz you could have yourselfs away.~

So arriving @MasterOfLords castle slung with tooby illuminates fiberglass moldings donking jupes plipping enfolded algorithms tonked fresh and zoning fallout of streaky shoes raffled gottem if tonight had to get blasphemed The DanceHall of her primary tube-tops gelled with her partner in Grime MasterOfFaces the intros made the instructions done in emergence MasterOfLords unheard the fallow surge they tricep digits plussing the burn on scalping fidgets. getting to go see those, these ladies know it the CHaosmos equips ecliptic ellipses DukeOfLords, her dirty 808's T-topped & tanked green crinkles dubby. LordOfFaces likes her digalog battle-axe blitzing amber noise a true Bruja they would pilot the Slip/Stream doled the naughties and happy dabblers contextial networks of heisters deigning to Hip the timelines of 4/D MechaPixels who wallop the tablatures on Enochian Boomboxes flabbergast the Bornless in the narroways and rip-tides stomping amongst the Haughty HoarFrost. ....Went the highway supercorrosion like getting jacked ostentatious made this ¡N//O//W¡ AllLove the hyperspheres and multi/cognizant aware hatched in brainial creases watch the legions not segmented symmetries the solvent memes that perforate the IF that our heroes liquidate bold designations the potions of fibrillated urgency.
Cecil: ~To trek the Multi/Verse we gonna take the Slip/Stream and juice the viewpoints, the receptacles invested by our Nano/Freighter from the bodies of God germinating our potentiality our Dreaming/Selfs awoken from the tumbling tower 16 days from the void we will find No Time/Emit from here. The Choronzontic Spectacle Empire our core layers of adversary pestilent concoctions to excrete the Lowest Common Denomination~
DukeOfLords: ~We diggit, and our Furies will engage a Viral2 and bring it on all down!!~
MasterOfFaces: ~We form the MasterOfLords, our Slip/Stream will use in this operation!¡~
Cecil: ~Then we have only a matter of time.~