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VECTOR VIII. DISK VIII Preface We think this disk depicts a transitional period during which the old Fashionist Regimen was replaced by a Seventies maniarchy. --Oxhideus Cupro Disk VII: Devadvent of Lilith Adimus and Hiva paid their Mystery dues, carried thyrses blossoms in the Grand Precession, and undercame silvanitiation in its every course, then, sin the Athenian fashion, brought home the mysst and cerebrated the math with nonishuates. Thus Bubba learned the Deeping Magick illucitly, out back behind the temple door, his psi fees unrendered, his safetyguards outvoked, all monkey paws unhindered. Came the fall and Bubba, findling himself lovelate, determined to try imagimancy and summon a mate to salvat his plight and warm his plate. And so at the watching hour one Elfhellos Eve, Bubba climbed the hainted starway at Hivad Haze, sat in the half-loadish position before the triune gable winders, and timepaired the mythramusical brew for erocation of the Sheity. Into the potion he stirred angst of naut, speeder's aches, soy oil fromm a newly dug rave, itchies groom and bridove bathe, wishes rew, morgenjew, and clew of the lying gumshoe, fear of chats, tallies of brats, and sallies of bats. He let it simmiar for a dagwander year, then invoiced the High Magis traits: Higherbrow and cumlay, litherate and tonguely, courtly, netter taylored nor twiggyed, conversant with sprites and wendering wights, slim but fest, femme celeste, and wildermesh, to yurtish humane, to pour Viv dee vine, wurm to tartouche and cold to naychattle. nada So goofing up the geis, he forsook the spiell he'd cast and went about his buzziness unusual. Ah, but the miles of the gogs, though granding slow, yet grained suckseedingly fain. For awaaaaay off up in the ooclouded mountings of Hebbin the gothness Juice Magnamudra was stark with a schlitzing hardick and rolled runed and about on the guilded ground. She called for Her priap and She called for Her baal and She called for Her piddlers' tree. "Who among ye can help Me? Who among ye can salve? For I'm bained ever diobull with this haddock and My hoard is preceding to halve!" Then the houris and the dazed looked aqueasy, knowing there was nuffin they could chew for Her, so they cast about amongst them for a scrapghost at whose hooves the blame could be laid. "'Tis Ishtar in rue for Adonis!" said one. "Nay, Isis for sake of Osiris!" said another. "Inanna for Thomas!" quoth a third. "Eurydicy for Orphyit!" "Boney for Clit!" And so the list went on and on as the blassade sought among themselves to find a culprit at the root of the Allahmutter's pain (for the list of Her enemaze was very long indead), till bimeby Woolkin come lambling by, his ox ashouldered, and espying the row, pawsed to see what was the mather. "Cheer up, lazies!" he grizzly grinned, "'Tis nodding pneu we have here! Why, only a cuproll mylanntia ego, during the rein of Jewspitar, Your old Alefodder had the salvsane diseasiness, which I cured with one whack of my acts." "Are you sure it won't hurt?" said She. "You won't know what hit You," said he. "Then whack it out, tristed one!" She begged, "for I am at My writ's end!" He did as She bade, bringing his hex down atop Her finial glan, splatting the holy headbone asundry. The heartankh fled and out from the Abess popped Lilith, fully armed and alrayed, wiping from her lips the blood from her last seven husbands' nuts. "Sorry to interrupt while you were feeding," said the Goadus, "but you had to be born, you seed; My time was rip and yours was at hind, so there was no getting rind it." "Think nothing of it; 'twas only only a snack," the Flury replied graciously, "Anyway I need to watch my pounds. So what's new?" "Besides you?" the Gridmesh said. "Mmmwah?" said Lilith, "Why I'm not new at all, though thanks for the couplement!" "You were just now born!" the Gourdease exclaimed. "I know it for sure! Cause I was there! Cause was I everywhere!" "Oh, born! Is that all? Sorry, o Mambomine, but I never pay attention to things of that kine. Birth never was my drag of chance." "Never was? But you have no 'was'! You are but newly cuminoutin Mine head, I tell you!" "Was-schmas, I never was much on grammar. What I said was just in a manner of spanking." "What you said when? When you said 'was' or when you asked, 'What's new?'" "Doesn't matter, doesn't matter," the Flowery Fury smiled, "Everything I say is just a matter of sparkling. What I really meant is to ask, 'What's shaking?'" "What's shaking is that you've just been born! What's shaking is we're deciding what to do with you! And from the looks of your diet it's clear you can't stay here! There are hardly enough gods to go around as it is, what with Mother Earth's grabity well sucking them up and shitting them out as Homo not-so-sapiens. If you're set loose here to go nibblng away, making eunuchs left and right with those nutcrackers you keep behind your lips so vermillion, why, there won't be indecent cuck left in all of Hebbin!" "No problem!" the Firy chirruped cheerily, "Send me down to that cute little blue and white planet there where I can munch at my hearth's contit! Then I won't trouble You even one little bit!" "DONE!" said the Goodmash. And it was. Cunting the saddlights as one might cant sheep, till she espied the unused spell Bubba'd casht, like an automagic door gapping into the biosphere, (ZING!) she zapped through it and landed in mythtorn Marmflush Twane S.E. Mainwold, beckett the wrench, Bubba despaired of ever finding a mate to share his attic chainbrr, gaze through the gables, giggle in the gazebo, geek at the gawks, and gather the ganja to gohotson; in fact he'd about reassigned hiself to sellybusy, when suddenly Lilite popped out of the weedwork. "You Called, Meister?" she said with a smirk and a leer. Then Bubba, looking her carefully up and down, heed to tow, brow to bow, noting the churling clews, the draping fings, irises of creamsin, pewpills of gald, and the hextra augerblacken visual orbital in backen her cranial cluster, said, "I think the guy you're looking for is downstairs," and sent her to the Owlen Mad Don of Hivad Hairs. Things continued for a space, as they tend to do. The Hivad heavening spread and grew; the rainbow in-and-outasight breakfrees and open-mindshift Creatings intensified as gut-level honesty natured, starred up by Adimus and Hiva, Phaetonlike, whirping the twine steeds Freason and Mammalry to a franzy. Lilith joined in the feelo-sophestivity and proved a handy mande in any discoursial mojo cyclidrama, jock of all tirades, everything from thames to tamborlane, and Bubba began to revise his first fierce infovision of her. Bimeby the Owlin grabbled Bubba by the bellewing sleeve of his quakesphere shirt and took him aside. "Bubba ol' pallikin, if ever love ye bore for Grid or for mid, then helf me now! Snotch this woeman away from me, and keep her away, faer far a way!" "Why pshaw, Owlen auld pal! No trouble atall! Glade two! Clad too! Annyfang fur a friend like you, mine freud!" Bubba gushered, stifling a sniagra and paddying hiself on the back as he tippytoed quackly away fore the Owlen changed his mind. But the Mad Don likewise stuffled a snigra, palliwacked himself on the back, and been hurried away fore Bubba could chain his mime. So Lilith and Bubba shared a bedroom and bodhiraum tokether, journeyong faer and fear on their frying bedspritz, threeveiling oft with the Hivad mammalgamete and utter times alone a-leying as a daowoo. He intraduced her to the skitsy frenzy in all its many ships and sizures: Olyeller Zenshine, Farange Mithradarts, Clearbouyant Wendipine, Bleu Jeer, Grin Rhyme, etcet., atset. Coomb the day Bubba went out on the tao with his friends, leaving Lilith home alone for once, the boy set freu for a night on the premise that he bring her back a height of Lycurgish Diotheomite, should he, happystands, scower some up. So to the High Leonas Trip they boogled, Sheafer with his girlfan Bonisidhe, their moondish cued, Bubba with his mindsight tooned, his antenna splayed, his feelers aloft for some planeshift capulights as they faerfooly ascended the monte queue. Shown uff, he soon espied a disboobled pepperition, its purpils dialated past its eyebrows. "Got any shooit?" Bubba furmured. "Dame Street, man!" the goost retarned. "Whatsid like?" "Burble Craze, man!" "Know anybody that's tried it?" "I'm on it right now! Dropped a couple centauries aglow!" "Haummm, I guess he luce okay," Bubba thought. "'S faroomed aud! No stripmind atall!" the scorecraw said. "That's good enough for me!" Bubba esgleemed, "Gimme four hiss!" "That'll be eight bucks." "Done!" And it was. And they were. Only one little glitch, though: Bubba gave a scroll apeace to Sheafer and Bonisidhe, then contemplated the leftover two, one for him and one for Lilith. Ooooo! They were big, bigger than B.C.! Aauuu! They were purple, purpler than plumb! And he thought how Lilith waited at home, and he thought of her presentience and her psykick power, and he thought how vengeful she could be, and how he'd deserve his backatchews by everyone's reckoning. "If I dood it, I git's a-whoopin," he thought. "O forge it all! I dood it!" and the psychyswine gulped them both down. Oh my dollin chillins, fur be it from me to relate what followed next, how they sat through the sinnymar shew, how Bubba watched in aum as 2001 outrayjeon oddities poured from the screen onto the walls to spill at last the wordings he'd waited so longinus to hear, how so enthused was he at this perspect unexpect, such that while musing the mater he mussed the massage altokether. So, all cornfussed, he followed Sheafer and Bonisidhe out into the perkle mazey porking lot, forgetting, for the nonce, what eer fate at home might await. Moonwild, buccatee raunch, Lilith did wile the time away with Wordchef and Wowzensky, waiting, waiting (oh so potently!) till her hit of Furble Glaze come om to raze. Finnily, at lunge lashed, Bubba came stromboling in, and with one look at Lilith knew he was into some hot sheepdip. (Indeed, it took no Benny Jesuit to tell, by her twitching tail and pulsaring mane, penambulating wrex and linx, the Femness cauldored near unto conflagulation!) So this is the song Bubba sang for Lilitch (for to avoid being blastered to smatterweenies): "For Lil the wander is fast the reign is oberon game and ursounding groundlove is fired in her hands. Poor Lil! The dig is casht, her rune is rubber; her gong rounds mounds bubbing earthal trove befurbishing ausland! Fair Lil, I am pithy all ways; my reign is rover and wrong, and my hounding your fertile love has hurt your heartwand! Flower Lil, the bimber at last..." "Enough!" she shreamed. "Ley me align!" then added geomanically. Bubba neterly mistoke her miening. He wrench-kissed her hooves and began to remove her pelvic ephemeries. Ooooooo! Then, deep in scythe, how Lil doth bile! And, grinding her outlongatored cain irons, rouses a haintful of clause to stripe him in sleeces like so much quarkezral pounded ghetto salome! Ah, but then she espize a thought gleaming among the mullions that bauble up from her libilious ire. She paws, innertwining that thought, her eyes narrow slayly, and a wicked smirk apeers in her faze. Licking her chops, she lets him have his way, saying, "Come up with me to my paralore, o succupliant one so appallopleptic, and we shall put an eroseal on your troth." So he filly-follows her up the haunted stairway of Hivad, to the bedouir before the triune gable windows. Tossing aside the remains of her caustomb, she appears before him in glory bestride a shesail. Her body, ah! Celestrious! Vinoose! Lushloose! "Now prove to me your remorse," says she. "Whip out your mageish wand and sucky toomy! Then through a real contract heigh-ho you shall be my looseleaf indus skrye-yo!" Ah, then with what gonghue does Bubba leap to the froi! Setting he mouthflaps at high vibrulation, he work his way up from the tip of her hooves, past anklette and kneelette and the mundi V-noose, past the eye of the whirleycane and the partiful mounds, and all the inbetweens to nobble her earlove. Then the two of them roll round and about like spatting cats amidst the satinic sheets! Thinks Bubba, "This is getting a bit wild for my liking; methinks the mayad needeth a bitty binding. Then we shall see who's to be whose trails minding!" So, tongue dripping with honey, he says, "Now, my dove, a little kickyness! Bear but with me a moment or two and ye shall learn pleeshoor far beyond anything what ever has gong before! (No, I haven't done this with previous pairamoors; I read about it in Playboy, if you must know!)", and, grabbing a couple or five neckties from the closefit, he truffs her like a trusset to the tupple of the bedsprit. Then leaps to the floor and muddles under the bed, dragging out his secret cache of parapsychalia, shooting a lime from snotch to schnazzola, and, greening in glee, asalts and apeppers her with his pyromental plume bopper till she gleams in rebite and begs for moresies! (Though any chance daemon fly on the wall might glimpse her winking slyly at the aethers!) Casting all catchon to the wanding sheets, he lips once again into the flay, sending his cuckamber before him into the funnel, as a kind of avant gaarden parry. Hwoooo! How ecleptric a glow is biggun therein! And spread throughout his unnulating skein till he shown like a kirlian demown in a French megazone. Then just when he's sure the erotone is emanent-- WHOP! --Her oroture closes like Danesday's lament, leaving his pickle trapped as it schnaps schatz. Now F'rer Bubba, caught fear and square, leaping about and about like a flyfed trout, reams and moons and peas. But no matter how he querns and worms (like a fox in a fix, like a dog in the day), her amortal vortagina holds like Chinese hindcuffs. "Oh my hawny, my deer, what hefty here? And why so quickmeer mine crank to adhere? Hastur loving vortice not enough of this bumpbelly stuff? Fourscore minutes and five by the clock have we coodulated amid the voycarious sheets and still unsuffice thine vortextual vice?" "Oh swainish one, how dust du wander? Who so pigglishy purloined my Berkle Phaze? And dreamt thou then so lightly escape by tossing a kismet or two in frollicky appolicky?" "Ah my trove! Ah my little rooky mounting grain fairy! For goof and for goose, but let me loose, and I shall go out amid the drifting cornstarch for to bring back unto thee forty hits and forty bits of the schiz ye crave!" "Rave on, MacBreath, rave on! Yet rail as ye wail, there'll be no lucining, tho thy root quivel and writhel and shriver! And mine 'twill be till Doomsdog deliver!" "But vide a way, o sweet swangin Abide of All Beauty, what's this that strikes mine adoring cochlea?" "Ye scoped the scene the first time, o greedious flyspectacle of a man! My slob shall ye be for time evermoreal, at my bacon coil, to witan me wand and floot in this world and the nexus, and the nest after that. And as for thy so much-vaulted pickle, it likewise shall be mine for to keep for my toy or toss to the swans-- with or without the rest of thee, as I see fit till the cosmic clock run dud at last!" "And how long will that be?" Bubba quarries, stealing for tome. "Oh, not long, just eternity, just till the stars run out, the dead rise, and light fly backward in pursuit of the pinioned pig and saber-fanged hen. Then, shalt thou jine the rasta us in the Lake of Fire, as the Angel Saxons from Hebbin suspire!" "Oh bilious billions!" Bubba daunt to hiself, "This is indeed It, the Billenial Starkle, Got-in Damner Wrung! When all the fiercies of Evil gadder to gander and make weird on pore innersent Bubba!" Then did Bubba strive mightily to withdraw his farces, leaping about and stretching his coocummer thus way in twat. But allays! Suddenly the form of Lil did shimmer! Formed and refirmed and transwormed, shiftshaping to become a great horneye haguana! Loo, indeed did Bubba tremble then! He would have wet his pants at once, but that he wore none, and besides, his pickle had turned to fossiliferrous loinstein. But, thinking quackly, he twistered round and, snatching his magic beads from the nitstone, shook them at her, chanting, "O Wah Tagu Siam!" Alush, she only laughed in derosion at his ploy! Bemussed, he twisted round again and again, pulling out his stores of John Congeroo, Black Bat Awl, Mojo Seekall Shell, the Nagahide drum, and even a mamoufied monk's paw-paw from East Coblynau-- All to no avail! For with each toking amulet she respun with shape adder shape: haguana to hyendra, thence to trancing traken, till at lounge and at lust she became a great tangled mass of medusan droidian wiring all popping and hissing like a cellophane bagful of whipsnakes and cats set adrift on a tarpit! Then he watched in horror as her fouler appendigitails writhed, vibed, tore through the binderies like so much damp lilypootin' fragetti and slaprapped round him, pinning them belial to belly. As he watched in uffless aue he saw one lamprehensil tendril outcoil from the mass before his face, and slidewind up toward his third orbital, right smuckdab in the mythril of his forehead! Then, raring back like a mismantled cottonauga, struck his prefrontal lobe lines with a salivacious smack! Like eyes-coiled nettles the ring of teeth plummed his skullbind, closing in on the succulent sentience of his luscious lobelianas, and began to suck out his soul through the oralkiss! He dug in his psychic heels and strove to hold, but snow use, she had him noosed, and slowly out, lynch by leech, he felt his neurality unwhirl into that gaping maw. Then, fragmental and metafatigued, he despaired. But just as the last tendril of mentation began to expire, a fossil memory drifted up from the abyss of his id: tactics gleaned during childhood, out of Diane Fartune's E-Manual of Psychic Defense, a kind of marital arts instruction handbook got thru a mailorder offer in a "Hot Stuff" comicbook. Jujit-sly, now, he gave up the fight and let her reel him in uncontested. Then, just as her orbitals proceeded to glaze over in glishfull taste-tranced abandonment, he whirplashed back, jerking her off balance, and recoiled his kundaconscious back into him, taking in as a bonus a bit of her own life force! "Ha! That does it, Tamed Lily! Now who has whom?" he exalted. "Not so fist, o morsel man!" she smirked. "Nothing has changed. In fact, I thank you: For a moment there I lost control, caught by the savor of your psychedelic psyche, almost reeled you in too quickly-- fine feasting, but waste of a half-decent slave, which you are and still will be for eons unending! After all, I yet have your pickle!" "Now wait just a comma suitable minit, diamondess!" he flared, "methinks the Lady doth presume too mulch! Or haven't you noticed I pulled back a piece of you, when I reeled in my think and headed for the dorje?" "Deed I do, o miserable dicksmoo! For, all in balast, a little piece of you was tooken in trade; what once was two now is one, for all and befall, and evermore!" "What!" "That's right, my Trove, now we are truly bindered, each one a little bite of the other's cognice, stuck like bream in our third eyes, together inseparable till the bleach of Dame's Dyes!" Now did the ghost of Dame Fartune appear at his ear unvisible nair audible to any but Bubba, and whisper ever more urgently than before to remember the lessons of his tutelary textuary. "Ah well," he sighed, "I suppose it's for the best. And anyways, 'twill a kind of bliss be, what with me at the factory, you at the stove, putting down your domestic chores a little minute and welcoming me home to our dinner of grill cheese and beer. Yes, dollin Lil, I shall be thy slave, and as my first task, thou an honest woman make. How happy we shall be in our bohemian sugarshake! Come, lets us plait the troth and make the date!" "What, get married?" Lil blinked in surprise. "Certainly! We shall spend eternity together: plenty of time for children, then! Our seed shall be sprayed far and wide thru the cosmos! Hundreds--nay thousands! Thousands of offspring to dawdle on my knee, for you should know, I cotton to none of that birth control stuff! Oh it's grand for mortals, keeps the Earth spaceful. But we, of course, shall live in infinity, far from the confines of family planning! O what joy we shall have in the begetting of nations!" "Uh, ahem!" quoth Lilith, glancing round, "Methinks thou mistook me for someone else! Indeed I believe my twin sister was here but a moment agone. (Her name is 'Lilith' or something like that.) She must've slipped out whilst ye were mucking about under the bed. Mayhap she made some kind of nuptial agreement with ye? Just like her, to mate and ruin! And thou thoughtest me to be she? How droll! Well, I must stroll. If I see her, I'll call. Bye." Then away she off flew and went POOF! like a town under missiles. Nor did Bubba ever see nor hear aught of her again. &&&&&&&
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