Was this sex?

- She brought him through all these separate features and attributes. He could no longer even see her; only the child; only the womb of a Cyclops; only the cords, the eighteen umbilical cords, only the jade dress that was the walls now and the colours and masks beneath it.

It flashed through him, everything separate, separated out along the separate lines that formed him; tasting her flesh as he transported through it; tasting the wetness of the colours orange;

those organs, his organs, hers, her own organs, feel them, the withered three-eyed homunculus probing him through her organs; ancient and withered and plunged in her sex:

- he – he -

he-

barely existed; barely had any identity or consciousness, beamed through the entity that was her and the tunnel; separate attributes assailing him in units measured in deception and speed forced at a rate of reality/his consciousness, what little of it he could even agree was - real/obliterated; a tunnel now made out of hanging organs; a tunnel now made out of -

The key to the door of the underground realm that was simultaneously the mind; the flesh, and the subterranean cave structure of the demon with the red tongue of a thousand fingers. Existence transmuted. A demon a key the only extant for the Black Chest of the Scrolls of the Prophecies of the Queen of Waat. - 9 scrolls a prophecy – half the umbilical cords of the three-eyed - constructed-out – fuck - maybe not just her own consciousness – the key to the realm of the demon whose tongue:

a thousand fingers that he had to kill and kill; and by killing

the red key -

the key for the key/the key for the key/

the key for the key/the key for the key/

the key for the key/was the key for the key that was the eye atop her cunt -

Winked.

Art[ion] Mlckk'n Inchance-rify, the Knight of the Multicoloured Organs, found himself in a tunnel, a subterranean tunnel, it was a cave complex underground – simultaneously a demon - but that was vague to him now. That impression. Or memory - he didn't know - was extremely imprecise in his mind; what it meant or – anyway he had a recollection that he should not be trustful, not exactly trustful, of the reality – how much it could be trusted, of the place that he was. But anyway, transported from someplace by means of – images assailed him now, he held his breath as they passed through him, with an effort, a conscious effort in his own mind not to cling/not hold, even momentarily, anything, of any of them -

Reconstructing his consciousness again – at least: he thought it was him doing it – he felt; Art felt -

Art[ion] Mlckk'n Inchance-rify found himself in a corridor-cave-complex in a subterranean tunnel the walls of which -

Pheel Cazzo ran it all back through his mind as he ran through the corridors, of Old Works.

“His name is Art[ion] Mlckk'n Inchance-rify.”