<<nobr>><<set $gang to random(1,5)>>You have completed the first step of your gang initiation! <<if $gang is 1>>You punched a random guy in the back of the head and stole<<endif>><<if $gang is 2>>You broke into a random parked car and found in the glove compartment<<endif>><<if $gang is 3>>You went on a vision quest and foresaw the world succumbing to the force of<<endif>><<if $gang is 4>>You stood in a circle around the main character and watched him beat the crap out of all of your friends, one by one. Your friend <<print either("Ronnie", "Michelle", "Rory", "Big Mike", "Big Lucy", "Rhonda", "Greg", "Tonya")>> had their eye gouged out by<<endif>><<if $gang is 5>>Your new uniform is a leather jacket, assless chaps, and<<endif>><<endnobr>>

After fending off a band of naked brigands sporting a half-chub, you find

You killed the dreaded Dire <<print either("Chimera", "Wolf", "Owlmoose", "Jackalope", "Weasle")>>! For some reason, it was holding onto

You've hit something of a rough patch, and had to pawn your ancestral

You open up a Loot Crate that isn't addressed to you and find

You emerge from the gauntlet, drunk on a cocktail of victory and the blood of your fallen enemies. You are rewarded with

<<nobr>><<if $article is "true">>a copy of Lethal Weapon <<print random(2,5)>> on <<print either("Blu-ray", "a scratched-to-shit DVD", "HD DVD", "VHS", "Betamax", "Laser Disc", "a .mp4 file", "an iPod mini", "a WMP file", "a RealPlayer file you downloaded on KaZaa")>><<endif>>

<<if $article is "false">>copy of Lethal Weapon <<print random(2,5)>> on <<print either("Blu-ray", "a scratched-to-shit DVD", "HD DVD", "VHS", "Betamax", "Laser Disc", "a .mp4 file", "an iPod mini", "a WMP file", "a RealPlayer file you downloaded on KaZaa")>><<endif>><<endnobr>>

I can't believe you wasted your last Wish on

After killing a poor, defenseless orphan, you dig through it's tiny pockets and find

You accidentally spent all of your starting gold on

While rummaging around in the bargain bin, you find

<<nobr>><<if $article is "true">>an exotic weapon you don't have the feat for, with an extremely specific enchantment you don't need.<<endif>>

<<if $article is "false">>exotic weapon you don't have the feat for, with an extremely specific enchantment you don't need.<<endif>><<endnobr>>

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<<nobr>><<if $ending is "pawn">><<display "Weapon 1">><<else>><<print either("The Automatic, Systematic, Hydromatic, Greased Lightning!", "Another goddamn zombie movie", "The hideous beating of the tell tale heart!")>><<endif>><<endnobr>>

<<if $article is "true">>a cocktail napkin that reads:

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,

starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking

for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking

in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating

across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw

Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs

illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes

hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the

scholars of war,

who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing

obscene odes on the windows of the skull,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their

money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through

the wall,

who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo

with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise

Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and

cock and endless balls,

incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in

the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,

illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns,

wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of

teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon

and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,

ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from

Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of

wheels and children brought them down shuddering

mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of

brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,

who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out

and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate

Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen

jukebox,

who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to

Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,

a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the

stoops off fire escapes off windowsills of Empire State out

of the moon,

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and

memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of

hospitals and jails and wars,

whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and

nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on

the pavement,

who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of

ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,

suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and

migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak

furnished room,

who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad

yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken

hearts,

who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing

through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,

who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and

bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at

their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of

Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary

indian angels,

who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in

supernatural ecstasy,

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on

the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz

or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to

converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and

so took ship to Africa,

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind

nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of

poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,

who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in

beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark

skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the

narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,

who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square

weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos

wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten

Island ferry also wailed,

who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and

trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,

who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in

policecars for committing no crime but their own wild

cooking pederasty and intoxication,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off

the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists,

and screamed with joy,

who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors,

caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,

who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and

the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their

semen freely to whomever come who may,

who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob

behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked

angel came to pierce them with a sword,

who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one

eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew

that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does

nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden

threads of the craftsman’s loom.

who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a

sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the

bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and

ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt

and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,

who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the

sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to

sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under

barns and naked in the lake,

who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen

night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and

Adonis of Denver--joy to the memory of his innumerable lays

of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’

rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt

waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings

& especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, &

hometown alleys too,

who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams,

woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out

of basements hungover with heartless Tokay and horrors of

Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment

offices,

who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the

snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open

to a room full of steamheat and opium,

who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of

the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon &

their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,

who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at

the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,

who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full

of onions and bad music,

who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and

rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,



who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame

under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of

theology,

who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations

which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,

who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas

dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,

who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for

Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads

every day for the next decade,

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave

up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought

they were growing old and cried,

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison

Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of

the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of

the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister

intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs

of Absolute Reality,

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and

walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of

Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free

beer,

who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway

window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried

all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot

smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s

German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into

the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of

colossal steamwhistles,

who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to the

each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or

Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry

seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had

a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to

Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver &

brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find

out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each

other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul

illuminated its hair for a second,

who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible

criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their

hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,

who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to

tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the

black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the

daisychain or grave,

who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism &

were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,

who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and

subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of

the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of

suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,

and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol

electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy

pingpong & amnesia,

who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong

table, resting briefly in catatonia,

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and

tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of

the madtowns of the East,

Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering

with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the

midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life

a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,

with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out

of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 a.m.

and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the

last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental

furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the

closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little

bit of hallucination--

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re

really in the total animal soup of time--

and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a

sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the

catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,

who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through

images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul

between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and

set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping

with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and

stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking

with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform

to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting

down here what might be left to say in time come after

death,

and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn

shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked

mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani

saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their

own bodies good to eat a thousand years.





II



What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls

and ate up their brains and imagination?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable

dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys

sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless!

Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone

soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch

whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of

war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is

running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!

Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose

ear is a smoking tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose

skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless

Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the

fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the

cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is

electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter

of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless

hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels!

Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and

manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a

consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out

of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in

Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton

treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral

nations! invincible mad houses granite cocks! monstrous

bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements,

trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists

and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the

American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload

of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down

the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal

screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation!

down on the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the

holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roofl to

solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the

street!"<<endif>>

<<if $article is "false">>cocktail napkin that reads:

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,

starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking

for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking

in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating

across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw

Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs

illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes

hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the

scholars of war,

who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing

obscene odes on the windows of the skull,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their

money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through

the wall,

who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo

with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise

Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and

cock and endless balls,

incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in

the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,

illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns,

wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of

teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon

and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,

ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from

Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of

wheels and children brought them down shuddering

mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of

brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,

who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out

and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate

Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen

jukebox,

who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to

Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,

a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the

stoops off fire escapes off windowsills of Empire State out

of the moon,

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and

memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of

hospitals and jails and wars,

whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and

nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on

the pavement,

who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of

ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,

suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and

migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak

furnished room,

who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad

yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken

hearts,

who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing

through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,

who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and

bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at

their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of

Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary

indian angels,

who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in

supernatural ecstasy,

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on

the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz

or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to

converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and

so took ship to Africa,

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind

nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of

poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,

who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in

beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark

skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the

narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,

who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square

weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos

wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten

Island ferry also wailed,

who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and

trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,

who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in

policecars for committing no crime but their own wild

cooking pederasty and intoxication,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off

the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists,

and screamed with joy,

who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors,

caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,

who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and

the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their

semen freely to whomever come who may,

who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob

behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked

angel came to pierce them with a sword,

who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one

eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew

that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does

nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden

threads of the craftsman’s loom.

who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a

sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the

bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and

ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt

and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,

who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the

sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to

sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under

barns and naked in the lake,

who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen

night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and

Adonis of Denver--joy to the memory of his innumerable lays

of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’

rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt

waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings

& especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, &

hometown alleys too,

who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams,

woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out

of basements hungover with heartless Tokay and horrors of

Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment

offices,

who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the

snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open

to a room full of steamheat and opium,

who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of

the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon &

their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,

who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at

the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,

who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full

of onions and bad music,

who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and

rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,



who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame

under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of

theology,

who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations

which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,

who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas

dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,

who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for

Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads

every day for the next decade,

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave

up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought

they were growing old and cried,

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison

Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of

the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of

the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister

intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs

of Absolute Reality,

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and

walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of

Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free

beer,

who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway

window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried

all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot

smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s

German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into

the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of

colossal steamwhistles,

who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to the

each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or

Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry

seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had

a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to

Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver &

brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find

out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each

other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul

illuminated its hair for a second,

who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible

criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their

hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,

who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to

tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the

black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the

daisychain or grave,

who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism &

were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,

who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and

subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of

the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of

suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,

and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol

electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy

pingpong & amnesia,

who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong

table, resting briefly in catatonia,

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and

tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of

the madtowns of the East,

Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering

with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the

midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life

a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,

with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out

of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 a.m.

and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the

last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental

furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the

closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little

bit of hallucination--

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re

really in the total animal soup of time--

and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a

sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the

catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,

who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through

images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul

between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and

set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping

with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and

stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking

with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform

to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting

down here what might be left to say in time come after

death,

and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn

shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked

mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani

saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their

own bodies good to eat a thousand years.





II



What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls

and ate up their brains and imagination?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable

dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys

sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless!

Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone

soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch

whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of

war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is

running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!

Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose

ear is a smoking tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose

skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless

Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the

fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the

cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is

electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter

of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless

hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels!

Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and

manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a

consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out

of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in

Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton

treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral

nations! invincible mad houses granite cocks! monstrous

bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements,

trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists

and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the

American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload

of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down

the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal

screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation!

down on the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the

holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roofl to

solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the

street!"<<endif>>

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<<nobr>><<if $article is "true">>a<<print either(" Double Sword", "n Urgrosh", "n Orc Double axe that is more likely to cut you than your opponent", " Quarterstaff", " Longbow that is somehow also a Double Sword", " Dire Flail", " Fucking Gnome double-weapon that has been used exactly zero times in the history of D&D")>>, where one side has a +<<print random(1,5)>> <<print either("Adamantine,", "Mithral,", "Darkwood,", "Balsa Wood,", "Cold Iron,", "Keen,", "Impacting,", "Motherfucking", "Vibrating,", "Lucky,", "Cursed,", "Racist,", "Blue Raspberry,")>> <<print either("Vorpal", "Caustic", "Insulting", "Dragon Bane", "Redneck Bane", "Flaming (if you know what I mean)", "ICEE", "Vanilla", "'#Blessed'", "Returning")>> enchantment. And the other side <<print either("isn't even masterwork.", "has a +1 who gives a shit enchantment.", "is cursed to shit.", "is APPLIED DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD", "can be repurposed to make a truly delightful spice rack")>><<endif>>

<<if $article is "false">><<print either("Double Sword", "Urgrosh", "Orc Double axe that is more likely to cut you than your opponent", "Quarterstaff", "Longbow that is somehow also a Double Sword", "Dire Flail", "Fucking Gnome double-weapon that has been used exactly zero times in the history of D&D")>>, where one side has a +<<print random(1,5)>> <<print either("Adamantine,", "Mithral,", "Darkwood,", "Balsa Wood,", "Cold Iron,", "Keen,", "Impacting,", "Motherfucking", "Vibrating,", "Lucky,", "Cursed,", "Racist,", "Blue Raspberry,")>> <<print either("Vorpal", "Caustic", "Insulting", "Dragon Bane", "Redneck Bane", "Flaming (if you know what I mean)", "ICEE", "Vanilla", "'#Blessed'", "Returning")>> enchantment. And the other side <<print either("isn't even masterwork.", "has a +1 who gives a shit enchantment.", "is cursed to shit.", "is APPLIED DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD", "can be repurposed to make a truly delightful spice rack")>><<endif>><<endnobr>>

<<nobr>><<set $weapon to random(1,31)>><<if $article is "true">>a +<<print random(1,5)>> <<print either("Flaming Hot Cheetos®", "Fiery Habanero", "Cool Ranch", "Picante", "Motherfucking", "Hormonal", "Anaerobic", "Axe-O-Matic", "Shocking", "Screaming", "Crying", "Sonic", "Scream-Crying", "Ugly Crying", "Boring-as-fuck", "Murdering", "Vibrating", "Ectoplasmic", "Contemplative", "Strawberry-Raspberry", "Sticky", "Vagazzled")>> <<if $weapon is 1>>Sword Cane that you swear is totally awesome<<else>><<print either("Kukri", "Ham Bat", "Chakram", "Symbol of Virility", "Hunga Munga", "Knuckle Duster", "Blast Knuckles", "Knuckle Blaster", "Can of Bear Mace", "Bad Ass Ninja Sword", "Board with a nail in it", "Butterfly Knife", "Shitty Gnome weapon that no one will ever use", "Rapier", "Glaive", "Glaive-Guisarme", "Guisarme", "Greatsword", "Greataxe", "Lance", "Boomerang", "Atlatl", "Sai", "Whip", "Pen Knife", "Chain Sword", "Bastard Sword", "Orc Double Axe that you can't swing without cutting yourself", "Chainsaw Hand", "Bladed Scarf")>><<endif>><<if $weapon is 1>> but <<else>> that <<endif>><<print either("leaks sparks for some reason.", "smells faintly of farts.", "demands the blood of the innocent.", "your step dad got for you at the mall for your birthday.", "glows blue whenever it is within 500 feet of a sex offender.", "reminds you of your lost innocence.", "is also a grenade launcher.", "plays 'Flight of the Bumblebee' nonstop.", "hums with malevolent energy.", "turns your innie into an outie.", "turns your outie into an innie", "must claim the soul of a sinner once per week.", "only wants to talk about how Hollywood never does anything but half-assed remakes these days.", "has a gypsy curse on it.", "must be fed the souls of 10,000 Psykers on a daily basis, or the empire of man will surely fall.")>><<endif>>

<<if $article is "false">>+<<print random(1,5)>> <<print either("Flaming Hot Cheetos(R)", "Fiery Habanero", "Cool Ranch", "Picante", "Motherfucking", "Hormonal", "Anaerobic", "Axe-O-Matic", "Shocking", "Screaming", "Crying", "Sonic", "Scream-Crying", "Ugly Crying", "Boring-as-fuck", "Murdering", "Vibrating", "Ectoplasmic", "Contemplative", "Strawberry-Raspberry", "Sticky", "Vagazzled")>> <<if $weapon is 1>>Sword Cane that you swear is totally awesome<<else>><<print either("Kukri", "Ham Bat", "Chakram", "Symbol of Virility", "Hunga Munga", "Knuckle Duster", "Blast Knuckles", "Knuckle Blaster", "Can of Bear Mace", "Bad Ass Ninja Sword", "Board with a nail in it", "Butterfly Knife", "Shitty Gnome weapon that no one will ever use", "Rapier", "Glaive", "Glaive-Guisarme", "Guisarme", "Greatsword", "Greataxe", "Lance", "Boomerang", "Atlatl", "Sai", "Whip", "Pen Knife", "Chain Sword", "Bastard Sword", "Orc Double Axe that you can't swing without cutting yourself", "Chainsaw Hand", "Bladed Scarf")>><<endif>><<if $weapon is 1>> but <<else>> that <<endif>><<print either("leaks sparks for some reason.", "smells faintly of farts.", "demands the blood of the innocent.", "your step dad got for you at the mall for your birthday.", "glows blue whenever it is within 500 feet of a sex offender.", "reminds you of your lost innocence.", "is also a grenade launcher.", "plays 'Flight of the Bumblebee' nonstop.", "hums with malevolent energy.", "turns your innie into an outie.", "turns your outie into an innie", "must claim the soul of a sinner once per week.", "only wants to talk about how Hollywood never does anything but half-assed remakes these days.", "has a gypsy curse on it.", "must be fed the souls of 10,000 Psykers on a daily basis, or the empire of man will surely fall.")>><<endif>><<endnobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $article is "true">>a +<<print random(1,5)>> <<print either("Caliente", "Picante", "Chocolate Raspberry", "Boring ol'", "Lucky", "Blazin' Buffalo and Ranch", "White People Bane", "Peace-Bonded", "Sour Cream & Onion", "Vorpally Keen", "Glam-Rock", "Menacing", "Throwing", "Dueling", "Unlegislated", "Decriminalized", "420BL4Z1T", "360N0SC0P3", "Reliable", "Bedazzled", "MRA Bane", "Kafkaesque")>> <<print either("Shortbow", "Longbow", "Composite Crossbow", "Douchey Hand Crossbow", "Pistol", "9mm", "Shotgun", "Sawed-off Shotgun", "Double Barrel Shotgun", "Sniper Rifle", "Throwing Knife", "Lame-ass Sling", "Hunga Munga", "Javelin", "Rocket Launcher", "Darringer", "Sub Machine Gun", "AK-47", "Stinger Missile", "Nuclear Warhead", "Weapon of Mass Destruction", "Biological Weapon", "Arm-Cannon", "Phaser", "Laspistol", "Blowdart", "Deck of playing cards", "Symbol of Virility")>> that <<print either("That sheds light equivalent to a light spell.", "is more afraid of you than you are of it.", "doesn't kill people. I DO.", "doesn't NEED to dial 911.", "cursed beyond belief.", "can only be used against the man who killed your father.", "can't get it up.", "is also a beer bong.", "has only had one previous owner, and it was an old lady that only drove it to church on Sundays.", "will insist that size doesn't matter.", "only a real douche would use.", "was introduced in the first act, and must go off in the third act.", "didn't do so well in the Ohio test market.", "was granted sentience by powerful and forbidden magiks, but is still stupid enough to believe that vaccines cause autism.", "can only deal nonlethal damage.")>><<endif>>

<<if $article is "false">>+<<print random(1,5)>> <<print either("Caliente", "Picante", "Chocolate Raspberry", "Boring ol'", "Lucky", "Blazin' Buffalo and Ranch", "White People Bane", "Peace-Bonded", "Sour Cream & Onion", "Vorpally Keen", "Glam-Rock", "Menacing", "Throwing", "Dueling", "Unlegislated", "Decriminalized", "420BL4Z1T", "360N0SC0P3", "Reliable", "Bedazzled", "MRA Bane", "Kafkaesque")>> <<print either("Shortbow", "Longbow", "Composite Crossbow", "Douchey Hand Crossbow", "Pistol", "9mm", "Shotgun", "Sawed-off Shotgun", "Double Barrel Shotgun", "Sniper Rifle", "Throwing Knife", "Lame-ass Sling", "Hunga Munga", "Javelin", "Rocket Launcher", "Darringer", "Sub Machine Gun", "AK-47", "Stinger Missile", "Nuclear Warhead", "Weapon of Mass Destruction", "Biological Weapon", "Arm-Cannon", "Phaser", "Laspistol", "Blowdart", "Deck of playing cards", "Symbol of Virility")>> that <<print either("That sheds light equivalent to a light spell.", "is more afraid of you than you are of it.", "doesn't kill people. I DO.", "doesn't NEED to dial 911.", "cursed beyond belief.", "can only be used against the man who killed your father.", "can't get it up.", "is also a beer bong.", "has only had one previous owner, and it was an old lady that only drove it to church on Sundays.", "will insist that size doesn't matter.", "only a real douche would use.", "was introduced in the first act, and must go off in the third act.", "didn't do so well in the Ohio test market.", "was granted sentience by powerful and forbidden magiks, but is still stupid enough to believe that vaccines cause autism.", "can only deal nonlethal damage.")>><<endif>><<endnobr>>