Inspired by luna, this morning I popped a mix with a killer WSB track into the CD player. There's no audio file of it on the web that I could find, but you can score
the original CD cheap on Amazon.
Ah Pook the Destroyer... Brion Gysin's All-Purpose Bedtime Storyby William S. Burroughs
Itzama, spirit of early mist and showers.
Ixtaub, goddess of ropes and snares.
Ixchel, the spider web, catcher of morning dew.
Zooheekock, virgin fire patroness of infants.
Adziz, the master of cold.
Kockupocket, who works in fire.
Ixtahdoom, she who spits out precious stones.
Ixchunchan, the dangerous one.
Ah Pook, the destroyer.
Hiroshima, 1945, August 6th, 16 minutes past 8 AM
Who really gave that order?
Control. The ugly American. The instrument of Control.
If Control's control is absolute, why does Control need to control?
Control needs time.
Is Control controlled by its need to control?
Yes.
Why does Control need humans, as you call them?
Wait, wait. Time, a landing field.
Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.
And what does Death need time for?
The answer is so simple. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook's sake.
Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook's sweet sake,
you stupid, vulgar, greedy, ugly American death sucker.
Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook's sweet sake,
you stupid, vulgar, greedy, ugly American death sucker.
Like this....
Bryon Gysin has the all purpose nuclear bedtime story.
The all purpose bedtime story, in fact.
Some trillions of years ago a sloppy, dirty giant flicked grease from his fingernails.
One of those gobs of grease is our universe on its way to the floor.
Splat.