POSSESION
BY A DEVIL IS A TWO-WAY STREET: At once domineering, violent and
abusive, then in the next moment a cringeing passive old woman, the possessee
becomes a disgusting parody of Mankind's weakness and failure. And yet the
devil infuses him with a species of genius unavailable to the unpossessed:
a wit more incisive, a knowlege more ancient, revealing itself in codes comprehensible
to the viscera but inexpressible to the brain; most importantly the possession
affords the subject the luxury of total vision, disembodied from the confusions
of Morality and social contract; pure objectivity, amoral clarity: if only
such vision could be passed onto governments...
"I
CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT YOU FUCKING PRICKS" SAYS SMALL TIME PAMPHLETEER
CARTOONIST: Promted by a correspondent working casually for the Serious
Matters/ExLook(who we report with reassurances to our readership, has been
released from our employ) to make a statement in reply to accelerating hostility
on the part of Liberal political non-freethinkers towards his obscene and
politically misguided publications, Mr. Tony Pearson of Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire,
stood up in his seat and shouted to all gathered in the public house, "You
people make me piss myself! Come and get me you stinking pussies! Come right
on!"
OUT
OF THE DARKNESS LOOMED A MONSTER: Lucy Watson switched off the bathroom
light and closed the door behind her, turning to walk in darkness down the corridor
to her dormitory. But the temperature in the corridor had dropped and she faltered,
wrapping her gown more tightly about her young body, naked, save for this gown,
and her thin night-shirt which just hid white panties...She felt anxiety: had
freakish weather brought winter to the school in June or were demons abroad?
She could barely keep her eyes open with fear and if she hadn't just been, she
would have pissed herself.
Biological
chemists working in close proximity with experimentally selected female members
of society have uncovered a medical condition specific to them. The disease,
to which women are immune and all prone (as far as tests have hitherto shown)
strikes at a certain, but variable age, and returns at regular, but sporadic
intervals, for a period almost approximate to the duration of the patient's
life. Spokesman apologized to The Serious Matters/ExLook for the vagueness of
their statistical findings but acredit this lack to the newness of the discovery
and the infancy of the research programme. "Among female folklore it is
known as the Curse?" we asked a spokesman for the psychoanalytics department
of the research committee. "That's right," he said. "Our translator
believes that the women's legend speak of the condition being inherited from
their biblical ancestor, the First Woman, who tempted the First Man into sin,
and was punished. "Research is of course further hindered by the impenetrability
of the women's dialect which bears but the slimmest resemblence to modern recieved
speech.
THE MAN ON THE STREET: "YES WE KNOW WE ARE BLIND AND NEEDFUL OF
GUIDANCE": Government researchers working closely with civil servants
involved in adminstration among the Populace have compiled results of a survey
of popular opinion designed to acertain the "man on the street's awareness
of his place." The survey shows that the Populace is not disilusioned about
government or such restrictions as censorship and curfews etc. "We know
our limitations," said a sample interviewee. "We are a fickle herd
of lame sheep who wander about in a circle, prey to the manipulating forces
which surround us. The other day I beat someone to a pulp because popular opinion
had pronounced him Undesirable."
In a fantastic sweep of enlightened Euro-reform the Government has repealed
the archaic prohibition of sadistic practices in the arena of sexual intercourse
between consenting adults. "I'm naturally relieved," said Mike Jackson,
swimming instructor. "I can finally come out of the closet, so to speak,
about my activities to my family and other young people I meet in my working
or social life. Things which I have always really enjoyed but which Society,
and my wife, have until now been entitled to label "taboo" or "horrifying
ordeal" are finally OK! And that's official!" he added with a laugh
of gratified relief, as if exorcising years of guilt and secrecy. "Fear
will ensure that my sexual partners, and in particular, I am referring here
to my wife understand you, never give anyone cause to doubt that they/she are
what the document naievely refers to as 'consenting'." Our correspondent
put a question to Mr. Jackson: "What exactly are we talking about here?
Sadism with a punitive bent or straight sexual torture?" Mr. Jackson replied,
"You're warm, but not hot. We're talking extreme sexual violence. Insistent
ritualized abuse. We're talking double, triple, multiple hole penetration specials:
Anal Rawhide, The Skewer, Joan-Of-Arc, Tickle-My-Bladder, The Human Mole, Snake-Man,
Wasp Factory, Hunt the Cheese with Roland Rat, Vlad the Cricketer, burning,
acid, knives; we're talking anything that goes in one end and comes out."
Wow, thought our correspondent as he rode home on his rusty old bicycle. What
a story for next month's issue!
Yet who can trust a raving obsessive, who demands attention like a baby, who
speaks in riddles, who abuses himself and has only contempt for his human acquaintances,
who even despises his closest friends because they are human? An aloof hater
of queens and faggishness who melts into a whining, groaning hysterical woman
as he takes it up the arse?
