creations myth

Gary Lundy

the x drug sniffing dog finds itself in quite a predicament. while roving over the toxic waste desert west of cleveland sniffing out clues to the whereabouts of its next meal. the toxic waste embryo. it is set upon by the animal cops. ordinarily known as the thought police. ordinarily too the x drug sniffing dog would be able to pull strings since it is tight with the fbi. but it's left its retirement papers along with the informant 1-800 number with enola gay. that and it suffers recently from the jesus complex. it finds itself mute. absent of memory. the mother of all language. which is reality.

in the can the x drug sniffing dog wallows in self-denial figuring in that way to escape the ego. naturally this fails every time it thinks of enola gay and vermont and what evidently recently went wrong.

enola gay meets up with the boy with no grace whose key interest is her wet square patch. who schmoozes her with ready disclaimers and an insignificant tight ab chest. the few blonde hairs lying around in adolescent charm.

the old woman writing the universe approaches the x drug sniffing dog.

she works on the revision to writing the universe. but thus far gets it all fucked up because she hates men so. and especially their preoccupation: the penis. formally known as cock or dick.

it is commonly supposed that the universe was created by a man. the patriarch. which explains why women from whose belly man arrives play so insignificant a role in the destruction of the world. which explains in part the old woman writing the universes hatred toward men.

certainly eve is to blame for adams disinheritance. and mary is found inexplicably with child after a visit from god.

when god visits moses. he shits tablets of steaming bricks. not children.

when examined more closely though no one should believe that a man. even a godly man. even a grandfatherly godly man. would inscribe the fall to the wiles of a woman. how after all can a woman be that powerful when so insignificant? one must ask.

then there's the bit about god and mary. what man worth his salt would write it up with so little attention to his preoccupation: the penis. formally known as cock or dick? do you after all know a man. have you met a man. whose preoccupation is not what he thinks and dreams about day in and out?

in a mans creation of the universe mary will surely be the virgin. but that's where it ends.

mary awakens to an uncanny sense that she's not alone. death may be advancing. suddenly she sees god standing over her and breaths a sigh of relief.

"oh. my god. what are you doing here?"

marys heart stammers for understanding. her body. her square patch damp with anticipation. she licks her lips.

"i've come to have my way with you mary. you please my eyes. i must have you tonight."

god like the ordinary man he becomes recognizes when he has an erection. formally known as a hard on. it means she wants it bad. he may have been drinking heavenly dross prior to meeting up with mary. his frat brothers egging him on.

"go ahead. you know she wants it."

"what are you waiting for."

"look at her. she's dreaming about your visit. see how her body turns to heaven. opens wide."

"see how she fingers her wet square patch."

"go ahead."

"what are you waiting for?"

"jesus. she must want you. what are you waiting for?"

god. buoyed by his mates swoops down on mary in a greek festival of high mindedness. his preoccupation: his penis. formally known as cock or dick. bulging in ungodlike anticipation.

mary. initially pleased at being awakened by such a high and mighty. and being particularly horny herself since joseph follows calvin and believes bodily pleasure forever a sin. who shows no inclination. seeing his bulging preoccupation. acquiesces.

"come to me my romeo."

"i'm coming juliet. oh. i want to lick your wet square patch. your pits. the back of your neck. until hell freezes over."

"oh. god. how do you know?"

marys delirium lasts for years.

"you fit just right. oh. yes. yes. give it to me. hard. that's right. oh. god. yes."

so after what may appear as hours the universe returns to the earth with the gift of a bastard son. jesus.

marys body the toxic waste desert west of cleveland. she has known god and lives.

god acts manly when he abandons jesus. but that record and whether or not the authorities catch up to him for back child care payment is more recent history. the calculus king what's his name writes it back in '06 or thereabouts.

the old woman who writes the universe never buys this narrative understanding women better than that. she inscribes the narrative differently. derives it from first hand experience.

mary awakens. her heart affright. someone's in the room with her. a strange shadow of a man hovers over her. must it be god? frantic she gains waking consciousness.

mary struggles against her captive who has already shoved her hands above her head and is about to enter her. he smells of toxic waste vinegar and shit like that.

"oh. god. please. no. please. i'm a virgin. please. don't hurt me. i'm saving myself for joseph. please. don't kill me. for joseph. our wedding day. please. don't. you're hurting me. please. don't."

she screams out of pity and fright but gods tongue and lips smother her scream.

god laughs. out loud.

"you know you want me. have dreamt about this night. look how impatient you are. you struggle for it. say it. you want me. you need me. well. come and get it."

god plunges his preoccupation: the penis. formally known as cock or dick. deep into marys square patch with no frills or foreplay. with little care or attention at all. god takes what he wants never mind the circumstances.

mary struggles against this violence. which must be gods love for her. the pain unbearable.

god slaps her around some.

"i love you. mary. that's why i give you such violence and pain. to remember my love. after this night you will have more than you've counted on. after all. condoms ruin the pleasure. don't they?"

mary struggles more against this violation. which must be a sign of gods sure love for her. the pain unbearable.

god slaps her around some more.

"you silly hysterical bitch. shut the fuck up or i'll have to shut you up."

mary does precisely as she's told. silently crying she turns her head toward the wall and lets god have his way with her. the pain is excruciating. such love must be endured.

upon this everyone agrees.

"he is a great man. he is. he does love me."

"i know he loves me."

"he is a great man."

"i love him so much."

"he needs me. i must help him reach his greatness."

"he is a great man. he is. he does love me. i know he does."

mary lies mute. a bloody heap on the tile floor of the mens room. where gods frat brother cowboys leave her.

mary prays to the universe for a man like you. one who listens. who understands. a man she can trust.

later the old woman who writes the universe gets real pissed at men when her most recent husband leaves her for a beautiful young hippie chick. the old woman who writes the universe revises the account. simplifies. which is the most recent. she is pleased with herself. with eraser in hand she eliminates gods preoccupation: the penis. known formally as cock or dick. in effect the old woman who writes the universe castrates god. when she rereads the account she sees that it is wonderful.

everyone is happy now.

except the old woman who writes the universe who is livid when later the narrative is ascribed to a man. a godly man at that.

which brings her to how she lands in the slammer.

the old woman who writes the universe stands outside the white house of divinity screaming epithets. brandishing a pen that resembles a blade. threatening every man who comes near with erasure. that is: castration. until finally the animal police. who are also referred to as the thought police arrest her. the charge. she thinks too much and buys too little.

the x drug sniffing dog listens attentively nuzzling between her old thighs. there's something to be learned here.

the old woman who writes the universe shoves its face deep that the x drug sniffing dog must open its mouth and lick and bite or die. it is very good at licking and biting. even enola gay will not dispute this.

enola gay who lies under the young man with no grace learns suddenly without knowing that the young man with no grace will never approximate the x drug sniffing dogs ambidextrous tongue and teeth. she senses as well that the universe is privy to their secret. a shudder escapes her clinched lips which the boy with no grace interprets as satisfaction.

the boy with no grace rolls off enola gay and lights a fag. stretching he feels good about himself. which is (all ways) all that matters.

enola gay learns how impossible it is for the imagination to equate with reality. her one reality now in memory as the x drug sniffing dog snorting licking and biting her wet square patch.

a most difficult lesson. the bomb: love. once again triggered.

she may finally bring herself to search for the x drug sniffing dog. but it may be too late already. and where in the universe might she begin her search?

in the meantime the woman who writes the universe considers a major revision. the x drug sniffing dog chomps away at her delirium thrusting her into spiral accounts of alternate realities.

"oh. god. yes. how do you know?"

the x drug sniffing dog snorts a reply through its clinched teeth that hold steady in painful agony the old woman who writes the universes clit.

the old woman who writes the universe climaxes and universes are destroyed and built.

the old woman who writes the universe climaxes and gods penis withers and dies out. along with those of his frat brothers.

the old woman who writes the universe climaxes and mary finds new strength and beats the shit out of her assailant. using the phone next to her bed.

the old woman who writes the universe decides to go on the lamb. which (all ways) means jesus.

on the cross the mute jesus stares down and to his left. a flutter smile crosses his clinched lips.

"he is a great man. he is. he does love me."

"i know he loves me."

"he is a great man."

"i love him so much."

"he needs me. i must help him reach his greatness."

"he is a great man. he is. he does love me. i know he does."

mother mary comes to him speaking words of wisdom. let it be.

mary prays to the universe for a man like you. one who listens. who understands. a man she can trust.

you hold your hands to your nose. a memory arrives. which is (all ways) reality. the last best faces smell of deep earth humus. the bridge upon which you first know love. which is never truth. you smell deeply. smile. then swoon. lying still in a bloody heap on the tile floor of the mens room.

"oh. god. how do you know?"

you look up from between her legs. your tongue still flicking her clit. her wet square patch. smile mischievously.

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