if he only,

his hand swept back and behind, following an impulse that – a click.

A click and then the globe was in his hands; both of them, damp, beneath the hood that he pulled and, it kissed itself shut.

Pheel held the perfect, taut, blue veined globe that pulsed hotly in his hands; pulsing, pulsing itself in increasing rhythm mediated through the rhythms of his own body and flesh; pulsing in them, pulsing in irresistible rhythm, pulsing taut again, one beat, the next, one throb, succeeded by another and - on, and following, and the next - and it went - on; the pulsing: pulsing/the terrible pulsing - held the globe, he held the globe, it -

pulsed

pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, and Pheel Cazzo; he did what it wanted: reinserted the globe in the cavity that had just left it, hands still attached, and - the whole vagina opened its wings and -

Embraced by folds of flying flesh, that flung around him, seeing only flying combination bio-reality folds and her face, and not just her face but her face and her face and her face and her face, flying through

not only her face but -

He found himself, he found himself in a space/a room/no windows, locked, the walls [] a room in which – he was not alone; two of them in there, first him: Pheel Cazzo, and not just running out the back of his mind, in that room; Pheel Cazzo, first Pheel Cazzo, there was Pheel Cazzo, there was Pheel Cazzo, in that room not only Pheel Cazzo, there was Pheel Cazzo but The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - - The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - The Dream Slave - the Prince of the Multicoloured Organs, the Duke of Wanting, the Lord of Colourful Lies, titles he had heard, The hero of the Pink Ear; Art, Art[ion] Mlckk'n Inchance-rify, Count Art[ion] of the Thing off his Throat. The Prince of the Multicoloured Organs, the Duke of Wanting, the Marquis of Multi-hued Mendacities; The Knight of Simulation. Lie Boy. The Rey of Reality. The hero of the Pink Ear.

When the Conquistador of Organ Corridors, that Sack of Glands and Want

the Avatar of Want/The Simulation of Need/The Slave of Wanting. The slave of... what title had a slave - the salve of dreams; the slave of dreams. The Dream Slave. The Dream Slave. It was that. The Dream Slave. It was - The Dream Slave – Not Just Pheel Cazzo; Art. Art, Count Art[ion] of the Thing off his Throat; Art[ion] Mlckk'n Inchance-rify. - It was plain Pheel Cazzo and Art[ion] Mlckk'n Inchance-rify THE DREAM SLAVE – like they, they were – The Dream Slave and Art. He looked around at the room that -

he was -

He looked around at.

He was -

Art was in that room with him.

He was there.