The Trigyalon Complex - R.K. Galvez (e book free reading .TXT) 📗

the dreams would torture him endlessly. Soon he would be trapped in a constant state of unrelenting unreality.

 

The Phultor would cherish him, Elaine thought, licking her lips. But the Phultor would wreck Hal first, and this particularly sinister thought aroused her more than usual.

 

Tipp smiled; Howard nodded at Tipp, looking a bit confused. Elaine felt that the threesome in her night chamber just might just happen tonight; it was the start of something special....

 

7. One Door Opens, Another Door Left Slightly Ajar. (Locked-in Side-Lock Lounging.)

 

…Elaine was behaving very differently to her usual timid self. It was if another Life-Form had penetrated her mind and started to control her. She had not taken her anti-psychotic tablets for quite a while. She had forgotten what “quite a while” actually was equivalent to in days and months. Time always tricked her, so she had decided not to trust Time.

 

Jolly old Elaine had some obscure pieces of knowledge about Chronology, particularly in relation to Chromium and Time; but, in a labyrinthine way, she had done a lot of other things just to take the edge off things - so she claimed to herself. It was another gurn-out, of course.

 

Elaine didn't scare Hal or Howard by letting them know she had already killed herself in 1995. They went to a subterranean club, a strange place full of bright fluorescent colours and darkness. People in U.V. paint were in some kind of hypnotic trance ritual horse dances. They moved to an inaudible beat; to the left and to the right, in total unison. They all laughed, feeling oddly euphoric after a dull week number crunching old data for the C.O.G. and dealing with unknown agents across the realm-spheres and exo-planets.

 

Howard and Hal thought Elaine had a bit too much of whatever she was doing. They purchased more continental beer in little bottles. It was a bit sweaty as they entered the chill out lounge, but it was very ambient. Everyone was moving to different sounds, sounds in their head. It was not too much of a constant complex rhythmic aural ejaculation. They were all getting into D-States…

 

It was a bit intimate; they moved into another room, and all people in there were merging along to the Majikal Rivmik Riddim-revival rhythms; and the factory of rhymes and tunes being mixed in with the sweat. It was quite enlightening. Euphoria was in the air, ectoplasm covered the walls. It was truly ecstatic…The 303 code was locked in; the code of the 808 codices would be the dominant force throughout the 21st century. Only a truly dedicated disciple of the Great Crowley would know what it all meant…

 

Elaine said this to Hal and Howard:

 

"Are you up as in up yet?"

 

Hal and Howard nodded, laughing. They had been doing a lot of that; she noticed they were holding hands a lot. Elaine imagined the two of them performing various homosexual acts, as she filmed them wearing a crude dominatrix costume made of black bin liners, latex lingerie and safety pins; she would have masturbated right there and then if she was not so freaked out by this sudden environmental warfare…She started to move faster, forcing her labia onto the edge of the bar…No-one seemed to mind, they had probably seen it all before…

 

…Elaine needed to purge herself some hours later. As she went to the toilet, she saw a black man. She was originally from Norwich, so had an odd feeling when she moved to London and saw so many ethnicities mixing together…All types polluting and mutating in one giant living space – a massive mass of soul-kinetics; in truth, it turned her on a little bit. This astral kinetic dub was something she usually saved up for on Astral Circus…She had never given an ethnic person any sexual favours before.

 

The black man was called August-Ham Man(C.O.G. codename: Boggo 'Bug' Ravoo). He was a resting poet and hung around with a disturbed white working-class man of twenty, called The Midnight Pharmacy Lemonade Drinker (C.O.G. codename Regor Nocab a.k.a. Callum Cheevers). He was not a poet; in fact he was just a talentless waster and a timeless sponger of various things, including illicit psychotropic substances. They had both met at a commune in Milton Keynes and frequented various pubs in Kilburn and beyond…

 

Elaine had fallen in love with August-Ham Man for a whole ten minutes. Pills and powders were consumed to enhance the psychoactive environment; a smoke stick was ignited, filling the air with sacrificial herbs. The ritual had started…They went to the toilets, breathing in the natural lysergic gases already present within the atmosphere (as well as other cleaning products, including household ammonia…). Elaine took August-Ham Man's tuberous penis in her hand and lowered her mouth over its moist mushroom-shaped pleasure-dome…

 

There was a cosmic explosion somewhere, and an exo-planet was destroyed through spontaneous orgasmic combustion... This astral lark can be hardcore, thought Elaine…She enjoyed living in darkness...

 

...The vision still enthralls her to this day. Papus had somehow managed to manifest himself in the mighty ejaculate of August-Ham Man. The congealed semen in Elaine's mouth formed a small manifestation of Papus. She masturbated harder to keep seeing Papus. He nodded at her, smiling. August-Ham Man sat back, smiling, feeling very pleased with himself.

 

"The August-Ham Man's work is never done!" August-Ham Man said, mainly to himself. He took his mobile phone out and used the holographic camera built into the mobile phone to film Elaine masturbating on the toilet floor of the club. This would be something he could definitely re-live. And his friend, Regor Nocab, would probably put it out there, too…

 

A crowd had gathered around Elaine, as many more people filmed this corrupted ceremony. The August-Ham Man couldn't believe it when Papus was dancing in her mouth, as she swallowed him, squirting her magnificent vaginal juices over the crowd and August-Ham Man; these secretions caused the crowd to mutate into little earwig humanoids. They screamed in dismay…

 

…The August-Ham Man was immune to this mutation. His arms just turned into snakes again. Very dull, I know. However, Regor Nocab posted the video for the world to see and that was how Hal and Howard saw it. They contributed multiple views, of course…

 

Strangely, they had to lock in to it right there; it was some of the funniest footage as they knew Elaine. Both Hal and Howard had been fantasizing about some kind of sexual congress with Elaine; and they suspected it was their chance to participate with her…

 

…They were pleased she was not frightened of semen and sex magick rituals. However, Howard had been wondering if he had to sodomize Hal to get it on with Elaine. He was not really attracted to Hal. Hal was a bit of a freak. And he was slightly overweight. But Howard was quite desperate; he would plunge his penis into anything really.

 

Time got really strange in the 21st century…

 

8. A Plate of Dubious Pzi-Rubber Trickery at Doc Dee's Cookery Class.

 

Trogger howled. It was a howl to freeze humanity. The dust-beasts knew what was happening. Here was some useless backstory to assist the novice within these arts. Not everyone knows the immediate relevant history of various random sites. Randomness was all well and good, as long as you had an idea of all the random components that made up the random possibilities. That was the trick, the history lost all meaning; everyone was insane anyway. The Mutant Police had adapted well. Trogger got this particular image within his mind; he knew it was an order.

 

The portal of Time-Bombed Follies opened to every dimensional slipstream known to universal biological entities, causing them to run into millennium slipstream. 2000 AD again, it would just have to be. The entry point was a museum dedicated to Doctor Dee. Apparently the location in Baker Street was another secret address of Dee's when he joined the Scottish Brotherhood in a later life cycle. Dee learnt rejuvenation early; another cheap resurrection trick. Papus and Dee had met there for a brief period of time. It was a celestial orgy of various kinds. Some Old Ones even "Made It", in various popularized forms, of course. Dee's residence was now a pornographic restaurant – the first of its kind.

 

This fad bar was designed by Callum Cheevers and his partner, Les Barloy. Les had a great sense of the future. Some even called him a seer. He even had been offered his own drag spot at the Black Cap but, due to contractual issues with The Squatshot Club, it had hindered him accepting it. Les thought he may have been a medium in a previous lifetime. Callum got into pornography thanks to an old school-teacher and his transgendered aunt, formerly his uncle, who home schooled him as a child, before going to Amsterdam and embarking upon a massive career as a European porn producer.

 

Callum merged his love of food and pornography in one swift move. However, the authorities did not like this type of permissiveness on total display, so Callum had the idea to disguise his pornographic food bar into a Doctor Dee museum and book shop. It was the perfect cover; no-one knew it existed – apart from those in the know, of course….

 

9. The Midnight Pharmacy Lemonade Drinker and August-Ham Man Attempt To Get On.

 

Regor Nocab and Bug Ravoo sat near the bar, ordering an acidic form of alien absinthe. It was a bad move after all those rare mushrooms and lovely specimens of rare cacti. Regor had been going on about finding Mandy. Bug Ravoo nodded knowingly; of course, I had no idea who Mandy was, there were so many people. He was thinking about taking the edge off his indigestion. A strange vegetarian feast had engulfed them; those mushrooms were definitely much better than ones from the local supermarket.

 

Regor was pleased he purchased them from Alibeck the Egyptian, the landlord here, and not his usual grocer. They had all had a strange time, going to various events, borrowing banjos, bongos, and bikes. They had lost their horns and whistles some time ago…They were not allowed to go to the commune in Milton Keynes, as they had been banned for over-indulgence. They needed to return another ukulele, too. It was all go for them. They had too much time, of course.

 

They were also intoxicated on various pollutants and probably needed to temporarily detoxify. Water was not an option. That was the problem, getting time to figure out some time. That’s when Elaine walked in. They had already seen Elaine about. Regor had to turn on the charm. He didn't go on and on about Venus. Elaine looked at Regor. She recognized him.

 

“Oh my, it’s Callum Cheevers,” she said.

 

“I don’t use that name no more, peaches,” Regor said, sipping his cosmic lemonade. His lemonade was infused with lysergic bubbles and crushed up Parma Violets, his favourite sweets.

 

Elaine nodded. She needed another soul sacrifice; she licked her lips and vaguely remembered that Callum was making pop-pornography these days. She could not stop collecting souls; she should not have made any more death-pacts with Belial. But hey-ho, there you go, when you get on a ritual roll it is hard to stop. Roll On was her motto these days…What can the amateur occultist say to the determined zeal of a total whore?

 

Elaine did not like being called a whore, but she acknowledged she was generally whorish most of the time these days. By the time Regor had taken another sip of his queer lemonade, Elaine had unzipped his tight catamite trousers and placed her mouth upon his sweaty penis. She teased his tiny member with her rough tongue before Regor’s phallus became properly aroused.

 

Bug Ravoo smiled. He had no problem with random acts of pleasurable intercourse. “I should probably film this,” he said, smiling.

 

“You’re next,” Elaine said, in between slurps.

 

“I told you this place was good, Regor,” said Bug.

 

Bug was pretty naïve. He had never properly experienced cosmic mutation. He was about to transform into August-Ham Man…

 

Elaine did not quite know what to expect.