breakfast time in thee underground complex near Glastonbury known locally as Amoral Castle :
breakfast time was always a sumptuous and meticulous celebration ov thee previous night's exploration ov thee outer limits ov fixation ·
MacQueen's loyal staff were all surgically adjusted to be artificially mute , were also all dressed identically · their deliciously muscled though very short calves were aesthetically sheathed in wrinkled white silk stockings , held tightly enough at thee top to leave scarlet marks furrowed into thee milky smooth skin on their leg ·
contrasting with these wanton pale folds were thee reinforced tops tightly suspended by ornate , emerald encrusted garters , straps and buckles that so pleasingly constricted at mid-thigh thee red velvet knickerbockers that a connoisseur might very well swoon · · ·
each pair was adorned differently with complex filigree tuckings made from real gold thread , stolen , it was rumored , from thee hive ov a Cretan priestess ·
spilling like spent semen over every available surface was unsurpassed embroidery , illustrating multiple scenes ov ancient human sacrifices , sinuously framed in a snaking suggestion ov knotted and sharp wire that brought gulps ov lust from even thee most jaded , committed , sensualist ·
ah, that's thee life · ah yes · that's thee life · ah yes · that's thee life ·
their moonlike bellies { distended by a special diet ov protein whose primary ingredient , according to allegations drawn from thee intoxicated gossips in thee most discreet and fearsome whispers , was said to consist only ov thee youngest , most succulent veal , fed on thee milk ov lactating females whose babies had been stillborn } , these moonlike bellies seemed suggestive ov transparent pubescent buttocks , covered as they were in glistening gossamer thin material from which , once a year, were fashioned thee ritual condoms reserved only for MacQueen and thee Howler , and prepared in darkest secret by thee Demon Ping , Most High Courtier to Amoral and Keeper ov thee PinHole ·
perhaps , at this time dear listener , it might be deemed more than correct to confirm that pubescent herein refers to biological ripening and is in no way gender specific · ah no ! thee protagonists and debauchees ov this fair cave feign no interest in female or male · no their appetites are far more sophisticated and all devouring than such base consideration · no , these people don't care , they want to eat , to consume , to savor thee corruption for no reason ·
through thee most modern wonders ov artificial augmentation both genders had three pendulous breasts , their swollen skin left loose enough to sag and droop with an elaborate sensibility ov old age · grotesquely attenuated though these doves were , they held thee viewer in awe , immobilized like solidified wax by thee strictest ov brassieres , from within whose discreet latticework sprang slim golden columns that supported silver doves , thee tails and wings ov which disguised thee fatty liquidity ov thee triad ov mounds ·
at thee back ov each garment was a small , red , satin cushion appearing to bear a royal crown : an exact replica ov thee ancient and priceless titfa worn so proudly on formal state occasions ·
one press ov this , as MacQueen so rightly declared , and thee entire ensemble would drop away , dragging on thee cobbled floor, leaving thee most peculiar trail · ( ed . note : insert 2 seconds ov incomprehensible gibberish here ) · · · only to a slug, on which a sadistic child would scatter table salt , causing it to eventually dissolve · · ·
now what this sticky substance was comprised ov we shall probably never know , certainly it was considered an essential ingredient ov some kind for thee Demon Ping had more than a few underlings assigned solely to thee scraping up and preserving ov it · this task , which given thee deeply sulfurous stink ov what might be more accurately described as an ulcerous discharge , was less than attractive to any observer , and appeared to carry with it thee highest domestic status imaginable · thee elite staff whose lives depended upon it were called thee " jammers " by everyone else · despite wearing thee same uniforms as all thee other servants and submissives at Amoral, they could easily be identified by their pungent odor · outsiders had long ago nicknamed them " stinkies " ·
stinkies · · ·
even though they had no idea what or who they were , thee stinkies were trapped here forever by their noxious smell · thee world outside assumed that a bad smell meant a lowly occupation , but they knew differently · they were proud to reek ov catamenial distress · a dedication to thee slime ov suppuration was their calling , their price ov admittance to this network ov chambers and tunnels older than Silsbury itself ·
as Ping was fond ov reminding them all during thee lulls between thee storms , " tor " was " rot " backwards , so what could anyone expect ?
MacQueen was brooding with a surly pumped-up lower lip ·
thee Howler , still watery-eyed from waking up earlier than he would have liked , and still dreaming in one part ov his brain, stared without blinking · small stains ov dried blood discolored his unbrushed teeth · his breath was so rank one would sooner be licked on thee tongue by a corpse-fed street dog in Kathmandu , than sit opposite him and risk thee caress ov his respiration · he liked it that way · he was blessed · no one could look him in thee face · no one would even dare desire intimacy ·
and despite decades ov suitably discreet electrolysis on MacQueen's upper lip it still bristled with grey stubble like world war one barbed wire entanglements · a most hirsute miniature paschendale · it was easy for thee Howler to imagine thee shredded remains ov scores ov tiny corpses dangling discarded , as they pathetically expired on her sumptuously bruised lip ·
ambitious sycophants impaled and spiked , strewn dismembered , flaps ov flesh crackling in thee noxious mustard gas wind ·
what a smile · · ·
thee ultimate compliance ov thee stupid and duped to thee greater glory ov thee upper crust was left blowing and billowing on thee ravaged moors , like monday's bleached laundry fluttering · forgotten carrion , as each privileged new sexual conquest drew blood by Royal dispensation ·
" did you ever think ov having coffee instead ov tea ? " asked MacQueen, who had a vile knack ov making an intended pleasantry sound like an interrogation , or even worse , a bullying humiliation · · · bullying humiliation · · · bullying humiliation · · ·
thee Howler's penis , perpetually raw and tender from masturbation , twitched in exquisite tension ·
half flaccid , half erect · half flaccid , half erect · half flaccid , very erect ·
" and what might Sir wish to have for beakfast this morning , if I might be so bold , " said Ping in a tone ov superior distaste mingled with supercilious perfection ·
blessed are thee distinctly alien , for they shall inherit thee earth ·
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half-aware ov thee dawn chorus, thee Howler looked hard · and if he looked hard enough and blurred his eyes , thee crumbs ov noble snot secured by thee thicker liphairs became molten lava erupting with indecent force into a smoking battlefield , to capture and preserve forever thee more balletic death throes ov thee dead · MacQueen's smile became a museum ov fossilized hunting trophies · did that in turn make thee Howler a mere callous foxhound snapping at thee trapped and doomed in their puny foxholes ?
service they called it · serving up a meal ov sacrifice for no reason · " serving up a meal ov sacrifice for no reason more like , " thought thee Howler ·
a vicious flicker ov amusement born ov long , long-ago surrendered self-esteem , caused one corner ov his mouth to break thee otherwise immobile texture ov his face · he'd given up having hopes and desires ov his own when his family promised him to MacQueen ·
" and what might Sir like for breakfast , if I might be so bold as to inquire , " said thee ever obsequious Demon Ping , totally without even feigned sincerity ·
" ahhhm , razor wire , fried eggs , chips , sausages , and fried tomatoes with baked beans , " sighed thee Howler , thee faux pas ov his battle weary reverie fortunately passing unnoticed · god was he hungry ·
" we feel that an english breakfast is more than appropriate "
it was MacQueen speaking , anyone could figure that out without even looking up ·
MacQueen fixed thee Howler's eyes and held them · no wonder he'd learned to mask his thoughts. thee skin on his face remained still , revealing nothing · only his eyes and lips ever seemed to move · he felt nothing · why should he ? he'd worked so hard to feel numb ·
Barbara , MacQueen's sister , meanwhile , poured charcoal colored cereal into a porcelain bowl · thee bowl had intricate patterns in gold around thee rim · when you looked closely , they were treponemes intertwined with barbed wire spirals ·
thee Howler was transfixed · he watched with morbid fascination as dozens ov black , swollen corn cadavers tumbled into thee rich tinned cream ·
" Ping dear, please be a darling and fetch me some fresh strawberries , " sniffled Barbara , " and do hurry man ! "
" certainly ma'am "
Ping made a noise like a roulette wheel as he turned on thee spot and disappeared down a tunnel ·
breakfast was a sumptuous tradition inside thee morbid caverns and cancerous crevices ov that last hidden bastion ov blue blooded indulgence approached only at night through fake sewage farms and abandoned wartime bunkers , located miles away in thee untended fields ov masonic landowners ·
this morning was no exception · thee kitchen staff, under thee ever prescient eyes ov thee Demon Ping, had surpassed themselves · on a panther black granite surface , perfectly sliced and buttered royal Baby Hovis was displayed , garnished with twists ov tomato ketchup upon black porcelain tableware inset profusely with diamonds and sapphires , creating a circlet ov unconscious embryos · marmalade , with lavish serpentine threads ov peel , was inviting attention from crystal jars resting upon doilies ov purest cotton , woven into MacQueen's secret coat ov arms · Immaculately boiled large brown free-range eggs steamed in thee cold , humid air ov thee chamber · a generous green tureen decorated with tendrils ov human hair and fluttering live moths bubbled and spat , full ov baked beans · it was all rooted in a perversely ordinary and mundane hunger , but ingeniously extravagant , despite itself , in a decadent manner quite without parallel ·
" come on everybody " said MacQueen , " we really do think we could all do a lot worse than to eat as hearty a breakfast as we can today "
MacQueen felt good this morning · these long weekends were such a blessed relief. everyone together , family spirit · that sort ov thing · and , ov course , fun · why , even thee Howler seemed relaxed · his leather mask, drawn so tight across his face, seemed almost dewy, as if it had become his own skin after so many years · if MacQueen didn't know better , one could have sworn one saw emotion in those dilated eyes earlier . even thee swollen lips , small cuts and splits still weeping a little , had a touch ov shape , an unusual connectedness to thought , as they protruded from thee unzipped slit · maybe he would actually speak today instead ov wearing that stupid hand-made sign bearing thee legend " whip me " around his neck ·
well at least he'd progressed since that notorious party and replaced thee black shoelace with a pearl necklace he'd rifled from thee Brown jewels.
Barbara sniffed , stirred thee contents ov her bowl slowly · thee dwarf had visited last night · arriving at 8pm , just like always · god he had a big cock for such a little guy · whatever she thought ov his deformed legs , thee weak hips , so easily dislocated , thee pigeon chest with its snow white hair , and his albino eyes , their natural pink turning more bloodshot and red with each snort ov cocaine , she still got wet · not just horny , normal , randy wet · dripping wet.
you see , she preferred not to wear panties anyway · that way , whenever thee mood , or lethargy , took her , she could expose herself to thee servants , or simply have a spontaneous wank whenever dirty thoughts possessed her ; which they invariably did many times a day · no, this wet was a whole other level ov wet · she could produce so much vaginal fluid that it quite literally dripped from her pussy onto thee floor ·
" god he had a big cock for such a little guy · if that's thee dwarf, I want to meet thee giant "
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- transcription ov a story read by genesis p'orridge · unfortunately , portions ov thee recording are virtually indeciperable , but it's not like anyone would notice ·
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breakfast time was always a sumptuous and meticulous celebration ov thee previous night's exploration ov thee outer limits ov fixation ·
MacQueen's loyal staff were all surgically adjusted to be artificially mute , were also all dressed identically · their deliciously muscled though very short calves were aesthetically sheathed in wrinkled white silk stockings , held tightly enough at thee top to leave scarlet marks furrowed into thee milky smooth skin on their leg ·
contrasting with these wanton pale folds were thee reinforced tops tightly suspended by ornate , emerald encrusted garters , straps and buckles that so pleasingly constricted at mid-thigh thee red velvet knickerbockers that a connoisseur might very well swoon · · ·
each pair was adorned differently with complex filigree tuckings made from real gold thread , stolen , it was rumored , from thee hive ov a Cretan priestess ·
spilling like spent semen over every available surface was unsurpassed embroidery , illustrating multiple scenes ov ancient human sacrifices , sinuously framed in a snaking suggestion ov knotted and sharp wire that brought gulps ov lust from even thee most jaded , committed , sensualist ·
ah, that's thee life · ah yes · that's thee life · ah yes · that's thee life ·
their moonlike bellies { distended by a special diet ov protein whose primary ingredient , according to allegations drawn from thee intoxicated gossips in thee most discreet and fearsome whispers , was said to consist only ov thee youngest , most succulent veal , fed on thee milk ov lactating females whose babies had been stillborn } , these moonlike bellies seemed suggestive ov transparent pubescent buttocks , covered as they were in glistening gossamer thin material from which , once a year, were fashioned thee ritual condoms reserved only for MacQueen and thee Howler , and prepared in darkest secret by thee Demon Ping , Most High Courtier to Amoral and Keeper ov thee PinHole ·
perhaps , at this time dear listener , it might be deemed more than correct to confirm that pubescent herein refers to biological ripening and is in no way gender specific · ah no ! thee protagonists and debauchees ov this fair cave feign no interest in female or male · no their appetites are far more sophisticated and all devouring than such base consideration · no , these people don't care , they want to eat , to consume , to savor thee corruption for no reason ·
through thee most modern wonders ov artificial augmentation both genders had three pendulous breasts , their swollen skin left loose enough to sag and droop with an elaborate sensibility ov old age · grotesquely attenuated though these doves were , they held thee viewer in awe , immobilized like solidified wax by thee strictest ov brassieres , from within whose discreet latticework sprang slim golden columns that supported silver doves , thee tails and wings ov which disguised thee fatty liquidity ov thee triad ov mounds ·
at thee back ov each garment was a small , red , satin cushion appearing to bear a royal crown : an exact replica ov thee ancient and priceless titfa worn so proudly on formal state occasions ·
one press ov this , as MacQueen so rightly declared , and thee entire ensemble would drop away , dragging on thee cobbled floor, leaving thee most peculiar trail · ( ed . note : insert 2 seconds ov incomprehensible gibberish here ) · · · only to a slug, on which a sadistic child would scatter table salt , causing it to eventually dissolve · · ·
now what this sticky substance was comprised ov we shall probably never know , certainly it was considered an essential ingredient ov some kind for thee Demon Ping had more than a few underlings assigned solely to thee scraping up and preserving ov it · this task , which given thee deeply sulfurous stink ov what might be more accurately described as an ulcerous discharge , was less than attractive to any observer , and appeared to carry with it thee highest domestic status imaginable · thee elite staff whose lives depended upon it were called thee " jammers " by everyone else · despite wearing thee same uniforms as all thee other servants and submissives at Amoral, they could easily be identified by their pungent odor · outsiders had long ago nicknamed them " stinkies " ·
stinkies · · ·
even though they had no idea what or who they were , thee stinkies were trapped here forever by their noxious smell · thee world outside assumed that a bad smell meant a lowly occupation , but they knew differently · they were proud to reek ov catamenial distress · a dedication to thee slime ov suppuration was their calling , their price ov admittance to this network ov chambers and tunnels older than Silsbury itself ·
as Ping was fond ov reminding them all during thee lulls between thee storms , " tor " was " rot " backwards , so what could anyone expect ?
MacQueen was brooding with a surly pumped-up lower lip ·
thee Howler , still watery-eyed from waking up earlier than he would have liked , and still dreaming in one part ov his brain, stared without blinking · small stains ov dried blood discolored his unbrushed teeth · his breath was so rank one would sooner be licked on thee tongue by a corpse-fed street dog in Kathmandu , than sit opposite him and risk thee caress ov his respiration · he liked it that way · he was blessed · no one could look him in thee face · no one would even dare desire intimacy ·
and despite decades ov suitably discreet electrolysis on MacQueen's upper lip it still bristled with grey stubble like world war one barbed wire entanglements · a most hirsute miniature paschendale · it was easy for thee Howler to imagine thee shredded remains ov scores ov tiny corpses dangling discarded , as they pathetically expired on her sumptuously bruised lip ·
ambitious sycophants impaled and spiked , strewn dismembered , flaps ov flesh crackling in thee noxious mustard gas wind ·
what a smile · · ·
thee ultimate compliance ov thee stupid and duped to thee greater glory ov thee upper crust was left blowing and billowing on thee ravaged moors , like monday's bleached laundry fluttering · forgotten carrion , as each privileged new sexual conquest drew blood by Royal dispensation ·
" did you ever think ov having coffee instead ov tea ? " asked MacQueen, who had a vile knack ov making an intended pleasantry sound like an interrogation , or even worse , a bullying humiliation · · · bullying humiliation · · · bullying humiliation · · ·
thee Howler's penis , perpetually raw and tender from masturbation , twitched in exquisite tension ·
half flaccid , half erect · half flaccid , half erect · half flaccid , very erect ·
" and what might Sir wish to have for beakfast this morning , if I might be so bold , " said Ping in a tone ov superior distaste mingled with supercilious perfection ·
blessed are thee distinctly alien , for they shall inherit thee earth ·
half-aware ov thee dawn chorus, thee Howler looked hard · and if he looked hard enough and blurred his eyes , thee crumbs ov noble snot secured by thee thicker liphairs became molten lava erupting with indecent force into a smoking battlefield , to capture and preserve forever thee more balletic death throes ov thee dead · MacQueen's smile became a museum ov fossilized hunting trophies · did that in turn make thee Howler a mere callous foxhound snapping at thee trapped and doomed in their puny foxholes ?
service they called it · serving up a meal ov sacrifice for no reason · " serving up a meal ov sacrifice for no reason more like , " thought thee Howler ·
a vicious flicker ov amusement born ov long , long-ago surrendered self-esteem , caused one corner ov his mouth to break thee otherwise immobile texture ov his face · he'd given up having hopes and desires ov his own when his family promised him to MacQueen ·
" and what might Sir like for breakfast , if I might be so bold as to inquire , " said thee ever obsequious Demon Ping , totally without even feigned sincerity ·
" ahhhm , razor wire , fried eggs , chips , sausages , and fried tomatoes with baked beans , " sighed thee Howler , thee faux pas ov his battle weary reverie fortunately passing unnoticed · god was he hungry ·
" we feel that an english breakfast is more than appropriate "
it was MacQueen speaking , anyone could figure that out without even looking up ·
MacQueen fixed thee Howler's eyes and held them · no wonder he'd learned to mask his thoughts. thee skin on his face remained still , revealing nothing · only his eyes and lips ever seemed to move · he felt nothing · why should he ? he'd worked so hard to feel numb ·
Barbara , MacQueen's sister , meanwhile , poured charcoal colored cereal into a porcelain bowl · thee bowl had intricate patterns in gold around thee rim · when you looked closely , they were treponemes intertwined with barbed wire spirals ·
thee Howler was transfixed · he watched with morbid fascination as dozens ov black , swollen corn cadavers tumbled into thee rich tinned cream ·
" Ping dear, please be a darling and fetch me some fresh strawberries , " sniffled Barbara , " and do hurry man ! "
" certainly ma'am "
Ping made a noise like a roulette wheel as he turned on thee spot and disappeared down a tunnel ·
breakfast was a sumptuous tradition inside thee morbid caverns and cancerous crevices ov that last hidden bastion ov blue blooded indulgence approached only at night through fake sewage farms and abandoned wartime bunkers , located miles away in thee untended fields ov masonic landowners ·
this morning was no exception · thee kitchen staff, under thee ever prescient eyes ov thee Demon Ping, had surpassed themselves · on a panther black granite surface , perfectly sliced and buttered royal Baby Hovis was displayed , garnished with twists ov tomato ketchup upon black porcelain tableware inset profusely with diamonds and sapphires , creating a circlet ov unconscious embryos · marmalade , with lavish serpentine threads ov peel , was inviting attention from crystal jars resting upon doilies ov purest cotton , woven into MacQueen's secret coat ov arms · Immaculately boiled large brown free-range eggs steamed in thee cold , humid air ov thee chamber · a generous green tureen decorated with tendrils ov human hair and fluttering live moths bubbled and spat , full ov baked beans · it was all rooted in a perversely ordinary and mundane hunger , but ingeniously extravagant , despite itself , in a decadent manner quite without parallel ·
" come on everybody " said MacQueen , " we really do think we could all do a lot worse than to eat as hearty a breakfast as we can today "
MacQueen felt good this morning · these long weekends were such a blessed relief. everyone together , family spirit · that sort ov thing · and , ov course , fun · why , even thee Howler seemed relaxed · his leather mask, drawn so tight across his face, seemed almost dewy, as if it had become his own skin after so many years · if MacQueen didn't know better , one could have sworn one saw emotion in those dilated eyes earlier . even thee swollen lips , small cuts and splits still weeping a little , had a touch ov shape , an unusual connectedness to thought , as they protruded from thee unzipped slit · maybe he would actually speak today instead ov wearing that stupid hand-made sign bearing thee legend " whip me " around his neck ·
well at least he'd progressed since that notorious party and replaced thee black shoelace with a pearl necklace he'd rifled from thee Brown jewels.
Barbara sniffed , stirred thee contents ov her bowl slowly · thee dwarf had visited last night · arriving at 8pm , just like always · god he had a big cock for such a little guy · whatever she thought ov his deformed legs , thee weak hips , so easily dislocated , thee pigeon chest with its snow white hair , and his albino eyes , their natural pink turning more bloodshot and red with each snort ov cocaine , she still got wet · not just horny , normal , randy wet · dripping wet.
you see , she preferred not to wear panties anyway · that way , whenever thee mood , or lethargy , took her , she could expose herself to thee servants , or simply have a spontaneous wank whenever dirty thoughts possessed her ; which they invariably did many times a day · no, this wet was a whole other level ov wet · she could produce so much vaginal fluid that it quite literally dripped from her pussy onto thee floor ·
" god he had a big cock for such a little guy · if that's thee dwarf, I want to meet thee giant "
- transcription ov a story read by genesis p'orridge · unfortunately , portions ov thee recording are virtually indeciperable , but it's not like anyone would notice ·