ALL NOVEL Is Pre-Foreword
ENTER Doppelgänger.
Lives with Barbie Chew Rats. Leaves barbiturates in the cawl cause it tastes birdlike. Enters bar called The Bar. The seats are warm. The bartender is fiery haired. Doppelgänger orders a Ginger Root. The Nisemono in it has him drunk in three minutes and some change. It's a cent. The following is the bartender’s two sense. Doppelgänger is drunk. Drunk like Thundercat. Lightning flashes. Strikes a dog outside. Its loud. Doppelgänger is not a loud drunk. Like heavy metal. Doppelgänger just gets lit. Like rpg. RPG in hand, Doppelgänger empties a clip into a dragon ball durag he just ‘happened’ to have. Yeah, thats Shenron believable. Yeah, RPG stands for Rant Per Greek. Yeah, the clip is all ink. Link, leaked, light on its feet lycanthrope hand releases tinted shades from face. Doppelgänger is back in Shady Town. It is grey. Bombshell millipedes past. Doppelgänger gets a hard-on for the pulp magazine. Doppelgänger sprints towards pulp magazine she holds. Bombshell looks back. Seas Doppelgänger drowning in rage. Sees Doppelgänger pregnant with violence. Too late to blow up the baby. Doppelgänger gives birth. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. BIRTH. Bombshell is dead. Dad’s Hair and not just any Hare but Hare named March which is mad and is demanding its hair’s dye for The Tea Party be merde and Knight? Arthur loves the Round Table knights. Except that one. The one that went square. Everyone knows the one. The one that Arthur’s Lady sucked off. Sucked him off in the hallway and that’s no lore but song. Fancy Clown. Laughing to the bank like Death Grips. The Money Store is music’s answer to manga’s Dorohedoro and art’s Dustheads. It is red and yellow. It is Trout Mask Replica and Uncle Meat. It is magic and technology. It is Dr Doom. Villainy is in his genes. Jean on skin and fish in brain, that’s Madame Pompadour. Pomp a dour hairstyle? Never! Her style is catchy. Caught the BALL, now the bitch is one of the Versailles royals. Is Royals catchy? Is the bitch Lorde? “Such melodrama,” says Power. Is she a mere Fiend or a Beautiful Dark and Twisted Fantasy? Is she a genius? Is POWER genius? [Alberto] Mielgo is a genius. His Jibaro’s The Witness. A witness to the fact that you can love death without robots and you loooove death without robots even though you’re Murderbot-obsessed crowd so stand up like Phoebe comedy. A standing ovation for 10 minutes then flee, bag and all, like Fleabag out this hall for a rabbit hole’s appearance in Whore’s Gut is imminent. Alice will be barfed out of it. A lice does not take prisoners. No gut feeling, it’s a belly-god reality. Pearly cod half truth that's barely doc. The Reformation. Which leaves Witch. Witch doctor read Thus Spoke Zarathustra? Witch Frankenstein believes Nietzsche? A Monster energy drink for Nietzsche for he was right. God is dead. Genesis beds Internet. Dust to DUST so no one returns to the earth. They just go online. No one dies anymore. They just dye. Dye, dye, dye, death is a Bifrost of sci-fi. Dye, dye, dye, choose a color and return from the internet like Baldr post Dirty Computer. “So on the nose like norse,” noctilucent cloud high on Mother of Pearl’s heroine complex snorts out.
Back in like the heroin, Mother of Pearl got family jewels that can crush any manhood. Man in the hood. Man in the hood no more. Hood removed. Mandrake taken and like a mandragora, planted. Lightning quick too, Jack-out-of the box sucker punches the Devil. Deep Blue just won whats between. Winner takes all and O comes with double D’s. Dai Dark’s volumes. Devil has to lick them and they are six volumes of them. Murder, comedy, skeletons, gore, sci-fi and horror licked leaves Devil’s tongue feeling bat-shit crazy. Devil becomes bat-shit crazy after. Devil becomes Bat with sentient sheet named Krazy. Krazy challenges Bat to bat. Bat bets that “Orpheus will shove his lyre into every siren till he makes a liar of each and every one of them.” There’s a scream in another room but Cable Guy doesn’t give a shit. The other room might as well be another world. There’s a scream in another room. Cable, that Marvel guy does not give a shit. The other room might as well be D.C.
Washington on the coffee table, that’s Mister’s apology for having no bite. Thus the buck. Thus the buckshots in her skull. Candy in his ears, Mister consumes music while waiting for the cohabiter to arrive. Cohabiter arrives, sees the corpse and calls the cops, goes to corpse to cop a feel, drink a sip and then goes to sleep. Sirens in the distance, its time for Mister to become Orpheus. Recluse vs The Hermit, her mitt catches all of Orpheus the Recluse’s lyre notes. Vs The Hermit, her meat cannot be fried so its Orpheus the Recluse’s meat that does. Offed by the Corpse while OFF!’s Free LSD plays somewhere close yet very far. Does OFF! free Lucy Satan Devil? Orpheus doesn’t give a Greek for it’s not his pantheon. His pantheon’s Lucy Satan Devil is Hades and he goes in it to defeat it only to find that it is now an indie hit so how does Orpheus defeat it? He does not. He cannot without Citizen Pope and he’s all alone and what do they say about not being able to beat ’em? Join ’em. Jaw drops for its a third strike and Bat is out. Loser loses all so O must live thus O leaves and Bat dyes.
Doppelgänger: Sheet, ain’t that crazy?
Bartender: Not like Steak. Salad. Sauce. It promises Major Spoilers Ahead.
A Head of Military Jargon spoke. Speaks and Major S. P. Oilers becomes Colonel.
Head of Military Jargon: Call O’Nel. Call now.
[CAWL]
O’Nel: Batman vibes. Good pipe, moonlight (Reprise). Good pipe, moonlight. Its good, right?
Not O’Nel: Fuck, then fight. That’s you to me, a mere foreword