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Jaye B.
Jomjael coyly eyed Orderly Jaye, then pulled out a satchel and popped it open. More capacitors but now made of mica instead of quartz.
Orderly Jaye leaned in to get a better, albeit optically bifurcated view. “Not a chance.” He said, frowning. “ She Ra will spit them out.”
“They are Suppositories.”
“You do it. I’m not licensed to.” Orderly Jaye said and allowed the fallen one to rectal insert the capacitors into the She Ra D -wave. The doll’s ashen eyes lit up and more fiber optic cables emerged out of them in preparation for the tech transfer. Orderly Jaye watched the cable strandentwining its flesh way up through the oculus and to the firmament dome where it broke through, and shattered the entire mythic thing. One of the firm-fragments contained a hologram of the Hubble telescope-the most behemoth of NASA’s schams (scam and a sham). Orderly Jaye picked it off the ward floor and boomerang-ed it around Azazel’s neck, who then grabbed the telling shrapnel on the return, peered into it as if it were a divining mirror and laughed sardonically while morning star photoshopped pics of pre-fab parasite galaxies spouted from his mouth.
Then it dawned on the orderly that he didn’t even know what was in the mica tubes.
Taking the hint, She Ra shock waved herself into zero point energy, then black hole trash compacted into an Eternal Now lozenge which Jomjael put in his mouth. He gagged and then spit it out.
“Eckhart Tolle lives in the past.” He said, coughing up some black snag as he did and wincing.
“Such is his Now Power.” Orderly Jaye said with deep reverence. “Spiritual Prozac by any other name.”
She Ra re-dolled herself atop of Orderly Jaye’s cart, looking for a free ride and smiled, then uttered a plastic incantation and as she did, attempted to mesmerize the bedpan employee enough to take a peek at his genes and asherah insinuate herself into his life system and call the genetic destiny shots.
“ Orderly Jaye, you know what you are doing with the Fallen Angel series is a form of literary homeopathy, using the detached observer approach that you describe in your, Schizophrenic: It Takes one to Know One article to do so. All of this has led up to one of the most profound of discernments you were gifted with yesterday, all the while being blessed with animal visits all day during the deliverances.”
“Biting my tongue in a swine/pearls kind of way.” Orderly Jaye said. “Hey…She Horus Ra, You are nothing but a DARPA clone using monitoring spirits to get intel.”
She Ra waxed Volcanic and as the waxing melted into her skin, she opted to neurolink mesh out in a series of scintillating, synth myelin coated trek impulses to establish a net to cover the entire Mt. Hermon hospital, grafting instantly with the CNS s of the entire administrative staff and board of trustees. She was drawn to the Alfred Kinsey memorial mannequin made of polyurethaned creepspit, sitting amongst the grey circuit eminences, but for some reason opted not to graft onto it and wisely so.
From my Pisgah site, I watched She Ra’s web over the covered corporate nodes mimic virtually every spider web design in the world and pulsing crystalline lavender and chartreuse qbits through the nodes, creating impressive 70s toy Light Bright artistry coming from the imp droid. (Light Bright…making things with Light Bright x2) For a moment, the Orderly thought he was at a Tartarian world fair, until the lit pointillist kit was intercepted and placard garish twisted into a consensually accepted form of lane hideousness that Jaye found rather charming.
Seeing this, Azazel shot a plasma harpoon into the mesh and reeled it in. “This doll web is meant for Gaia.Com where yuppy yoginis turn the products of their menacme into salt water taffy to strangle their BFs with. The ones that won’t Gaia emasculate comply.”
“Hey orderly Jaye…” another fallen angel said. “…I got a kick out of when you said that Gaia is nothing but an entitled Karen these days.”
“Well, I was going to censor that line when I first wrote it, but I simply did not care who I offended at the time and still don’t.”
“Well I do.” The reconstituted She Ra doll said. Then Orderly Jaye could see Azazel turn some virtual dial to make more fiber optic cables sprout from the Princess of Power’s mouth. Then, via the Princeton/Bollingen book The Great Mother by Eric Neumann, which now hovered within Metaverse reach in the air, grafted onto virtually every goddess effigy described in the book such as terrible mother Ma Kali, causing them to sprout fiber optics of their own. The Venus of Willendorf sprouted through her Paleolithic bead head even more cable. Then via the Power of Now featured on Oprah, all the goddess effigies propped on altars throughout the world took the cue and sprouted even more. Soon asherah’s network was established-her matriarchally fiber optic hypno-militarization was complete. Soon Defense company CEOs would three sided coin castrate themselves at her ubiquitous IOB altar and be granted instant access to all future Goddess retreat workshops to come.
And we now all have to Raw Deal live in a b-movie that will never end.
Drunk with mesh power She Ra then morphed into a cheesy Ba’al Katy Perry simulacrum but not before meshing with the CNS of Planned Parenthood. Then she hydraulically injected her graphene oxide infested Ba’al blood into the sacrificial nervous system of the Tophet/Aztec corporation and a loving miracle occurred in regards to a rather gravely aborted archon resurrection…..
But Now the following phosphor greased grit glitch is appearing on Reset News readers screens, thus sabotaging the miracle description that was just Now going to be shared:
Orderly Jaye tried acclimating to the greased grit glitch gap transition back to the 1firstST chapter and took the calculated oaf of an HR guy in as best he could, focusing on his name tag to do so.
“So Jaye ….B….has there ever been a time in your life that you felt powerful? “ The HR guy flatly asked, then leaned back with mouth agape.
Jaye B. put his hands on the glass table between them , closed his eyes and biometrically conveyed the following:
“It was the time I stood up and started The Wave at a Dodgers baseball game.” Orderly Jaye managed to glass transfer say.
“In all the years that we’ve been grilling newbies…” The HR guy said, looking stunned, “…you are the first to provide us with the very answer we’ve been looking for. I mean the hyper physics galactic syncretisms are sparking, now that you are colluding with us. Congratulations my love. You are permanently hired. “ He added and offered Jaye an Eternal Now lozenge which the author took and readily ingested, only to have all that is written above retreat into his brain stem and deftly marinade in some kind neurological stomach acid for safe keeping now.
“But Orderly Jaye… and I do mean this in the organized sense of the term…I should have asked you the tricked out questions when you first came here. I mean to say…You shouldn’t have had to have gone through that ‘mandatory’ orderly gauntlet. Sorry.” The DARPA HR hack said, reached over and shook Jaye’s hand and led him out the door.
“You deserve a pension for that and you haven’t even started working here yet, my brother.” He shouted down the hallway as Jaye walked away, thus boosting the writer’s morale a bit, enough so to end this post.
-At this point the writer Jaye B. claps his hands to come back to the present, delighted to see his six fledgling crows and Curlicue the mother up ahead approx 70 yrds , enjoying some shade. Now he sees a says phoebe perched on a pole and eating a worm. He has always been intrigued by various kinds of phoebes flight patterns since power to the age of ten. Now at this very moment a fledgling crow is perched above him, attempting to exercise its caw vocal cords and Jaye is rooting it on. The baby is Sounding much stronger Now!
TBC
©2024-Jaye B.
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
Excellent. Inspirational. Can't wait for the next one to see what happens after swallowing the DARPA logenze. Initiating the wave. Mankind's finest expression of unbiased benign cooperative action.
Not saying that's an achievement of note. ha...
"And we now all have to Raw Deal live in a b-movie that will never end." - Mantra for 2024
That needs to be embroidered on throw pillows.
Wow!
Speechless!