55. Weaving
Rumour says the map of a world is actually a human body; a human body part to be precise; an organ, a particular organ. If the male cerebration unit has been relocated near the bowel region, what then remains above is unlimited space for reprogramming.
What was once a guy is now just a shell, and the poor dude’s dormant consciousness is stored in that smooth blue ball, which is buried in earth, stuffed in foliage, or eaten by labia. The collective, sleeping, masculine brainpower spellbound in orb is what causes ovulation, the changing of seasons and the cycles of regeneration in the ecosystem of Anesidora. It is the quiescent resonance at the base of all life.
Simultaneously, vivid action takes place in the bumper, in the circuitry of his posterior. This is where Jimi Hendrix’s Purple Haze is playing nonstop. Where washed out, purposeless Teenage Wastelands hop All Along The Watchtower right up to a Space Oddity. When The Music’s Over, with all mental lobe content removed and fed to Ewala, goddess of Anesidora, only moronic compulsions and idiotic obsessions remain in the entanglement of tresses.
It seems, to the observer, that she is plugged into white earphones, and wires run the entire distance from the domain of her skull to the bottom of his spine. Note that she still has her pink tofu in the head intact, so she’s doing all the thinking for his fantasizing buttocks via the cybernetic orifice and follicle.
Speaking of which, her mane is actually fibre-optics that continually transmit binary from her cerebral cortex; bright, gaudy instructions beeping and running down her wires for the hallucination, which is the dominion of their joint incarnation.
Keyword is earphones. JC’s podcasting subliminal back-masked music and coded lyrics through an iPod she’s listening to. Mind control; affect the source and the rest will follow.
Why? What’s his reason? Posterity. From children to deities, offspring of immaculate conceptions ripened from babes to heirs, trained and equipped to take their father’s side, be mother’s pride. Vacuum clean the thought processes of teens, yet provide an outlet for rebellion cordoned around their groin – that they may taste for themselves good and bad, and choose therefore the very best.
Vesper doesn’t agree. It’s gruel brainwashing. But for JC to have such authority, he must have the approval of Deity High’s board of directors, unquestionably in league with the upper echelon of Kreator hierarchy.
So, to surmise, we have three levels of simultaneous activity.
One, in the physical and primordial plane of Anesidora, unsurpassed and unspoiled in extraterrestrial beauty, revellers lounge and party in a planetary web after they’d swallowed a blue, diamond-shaped pill.
Secondly, in the ass of men, women live their fantasy. Why? Because JC is aware females are fastidious and fussy. Guys will do for free, provided they get to orgasm. Women have to be pampered, coddled...spoiled. The logic: use hers to control his, and the rest is magnetized and aligned. So long as he has an outlet to cum, his intellect ain’t present, and he’ll do what she desires...what JC and Ewala desire, actually. The powerful pair puppet-toys her without sweat, because she’s naturally enthralled by the notion of marital bliss and domestic cohesion, which they preposterously wax lyrical and flaunt in abundance.
On the other hand, his mind is already trapped in an object the geometry of a ping-pong ball; and this is where the interplay of dimensions is wonderful. Suckling on the milk of ovaries, the male brain truly becomes the planet’s soul, seeds which impregnate all the glory and phenomena Anesidora hold.
And finally, in the third existence, blank and white, his former head ready for re-possession, JC and secret sinister schemers craft the god-man to their own image. They worry not about the females; for once the boys turn to men, girls automatically adore and obey them. Adore and obey JC and Ewala, Kreator doctrine, in honest truth; alumni of Deity High, they’re all set to uphold the banner of divine bloodlines.
Sons and daughters of old blueblood dynasties trading across the omniverse, setting sail beyond the seas of eternities, ruling the lands of time, championing in the long wars spawned by ancient family feuds; these are godly and godlike men and women after their father’s own empiric heart.
How interesting, this sacred symmetry and synergy of the sexes – male-female functions, myriad emotions and expressions, unique behaviours and hormone driven thought patterns - harmonize violently to sound that One Note, that quintessence, which pierces three synchronized provinces of reality.
www.anesidoraplanet.com/forum states this conjugation is often associated with the word weave. The connotation is derived from the warp, or female hair, being held in tension inside the loom, which is the male orifice. It’s also denoted from mythical allusions on the act of Creation, many involving weaving divinities, and is especially lucid when considering the colourful fabrics of delusions, called tapestries, which are fashioned by JC’s weft (manipulative instructions interlacing the warp). The finished, documented and translated tapestry from binary or other base coding to a sophisticated language of texts and pictures is referred to as a mural, a public exhibition of fine art painted on the facade of the male ass.
Glossary:
Weaving
Weaving is the general slang for all possible coitus with the desired outcome of producing tapestries.
Weft
Wefts are simply the threads of JC’s thoughts, the intelligence which constructs and construes tapestries on the surfaces of warps held rigid in looms.
Warp
A warp is a single female hair. One strand is sufficient to inseminate fantasy, but often, tapestries are composed on a cornrow, the preferred choice over tails and sloppy bunches, as the tight plaits (not to be confused with braids) structure denser murals. A lone strand in itself allows wefts to create limited dream sequences, but this is usually inadequate to satiate the imagination. A bundle thus provides backdrop for entire lives’ drama.
Loom
This refers to the male hole. In terminology the loom grips the warp, but technically speaking, the warp obtrudes into the loom. This nuance gives a (false) sense of security for the tattered decency of the male species on mural display.
Tapestry
The tapestry is fantasy revealed. In weavework, the tapestry is the weft threads exposed. Warps are concealed beneath. It is upon the warps that wefts illuminate desire. In the end, it is JC’s will which gloriously triumphs. The tapestry is rudely cut from the loom, and the warps subjugated.
Murals
Murals are artworks in public spaces. The mural on male asses is basically a conversion of tapestries to a compatible mode in common tongue and eye for civic consumption. This allows scholars and academicians, as well as any interested party of the populace, the chance to view and dissect the tapestries for investigative studies and autopsies. It simultaneously provides JC the visions for economic and ecological expansions.
Multiple Weaves
Multiple weaves are orgies of tapestries involving more than a set of female-male liaisons. Traditionally, they consist of either serials or sequels. In their broadest sense, Serials are several females encroached on a single loom, whilst Sequels are a single dominant female housed upon several looms. In another reference, serials transpire when multiple-sourced warps breach a lone mural, whereas sequels are similar-sourced warps fleshed out across a myriad of murals. Serials and sequels are not necessarily separate; often a tapestry orgy includes a network of serials and sequels. This network is called Spin-offs.
Homosexual copulations:
Braiding and Bonding
Braiding and bonding are types of female-female coupling. Braiding is when the warps of two or more females interweave, eliminating the need for wefts to knit a tapestry. Bonding is the tips of warps glued. Often, braiding and bonding go hand-in-hand. If not, braiding on its own is fantasy without end, without climax; no orgasm, a suicide closing. On the other hand, bonding alone is shallow ecstasy devoid of substance. Braiding and bonding also removes JC from the equation, though he naturally subsists in the subconscious of Anesidora, and this may unwittingly prove more lethal a brainwashing technique.
Braiding can infiltrate a loom, or even be rooted onto earth. When this ensues, the normal nature of tapestry transpires, only that the former is flashed on mural while the latter noshes Ewala.
Looming
Looming is vernacular for male-male interfacing. This can only be done through vellus (fine, light and barely noticeable) or terminal (thick, long and dark) body hair in or between looms. But since males are absent of mind, JC’s thought control do not apply. This is of zero contrariety to the status quo however, as airheads coupled in limbo are temperately ideal for JC’s influence to thrive.
Looming can be in pairs, loom to loom; or clusters, loom to (usually terminal) body hair. In other words it can be just two gay lovers or a homo party. Head hair is impotent in this scenario.
(Exiting the weaving analogy)
Interspecies copulation:
Anesidoraphilia
This is a preference for the planet rather than persons. Everyone has tried this at least once. Because of the rich flora and fauna of Anesidora, it is impossible to categorize the entire scope of paraphilias. For a general description, this sexual orientation is divided into three broad categories.
Dendrophilia – the arousal by trees; or in absolute, flora. One example is already mentioned in braiding above, by which the female inserts her warps into soil. Besides dirt, she can also enter the hollow of trees; in fact, any surface that has a cavity or fissure suffices. It is also observed that the neurons of warps, spread upon the terrestrial sphere of Anesidora, are capable of producing tapestries even in a dearth of looms. For males, anything that has protrusion, like branches, foliage, leaves, grass, is sufficient for intercourse. A selection of experts consider dendrophilia as masturbation, but most dissent on the grounds that Ewala, as a goddess, and Anesidora, formed in her image, has both conscience and consciousness, therefore aware and consenting to partake of the coitus.
Zoophilia – sex with animals. All Anesidora creatures are willing partners. For information, the tacit bond domesticates fauna. This simple act links a host of genera in emotional accord. As with sapiens, reptiles, amphibians, mammals, birds and fishes of the phylum Chordata, as well as those unclassifiable marvels of the deep, possess similar organs (warps and looms), thus interspecies conjugation is a choreography across the lush and myriad landscape of the colourful animal kingdom; the only variation being that wefts vibrate to the tune of bestiality in this case.
Formicophilia – insects and tiny creatures crawling in looms. This paraphilia is exclusively male. From a technical standpoint, this act does not constitute sex, and is closest in reference to what may be described as sexual deviance or masturbation. Since bugs, other arthropods like arachnids and crustaceans, worms, snails and slugs and a minute selection of rodents and small snakes of Anesidora are the only groups devoid of warps and looms, and the male in stinging sensation is un-warped, and therefore un-wefted, no tapestry transpires. His mural is then just a whitewashed wall. JC considers formicophilia the most dangerous delinquency. Males caught engaging in this shameful act will be raped.
Rape
Rape is a positive connotation in Anesidora. That’s the motive of most in the first place, they enter for a gang-bang.
Alternatively, rape has a broader interpretation. It refers to the goring of the planet, an inevitable by-product of weaving. With global addiction, Anesidora will eventually be sucked of juice. Kids of Deity High going in-and-out of hedonism without supervision or constraint, fattening murals up with a gamut of tapestries, a deluge of indulgence, over fertilizing forests, overfeeding Ewala’s livestock; this is such a paradox, a planet dead by overeating, killed by obesity. Usually it’s the reverse, worlds malnourished and destroyed by fat businessmen and a greedy population. But here, JC and Ewala accept the excesses of the masses, the volatile extremes and immoderations of behaviour.
Each subscriber that swigs the pill has a personal Anesidora able to network with other users in parallel universes, but are all destined toward the luxuriant belly of death by their own obsessive undoing. This is the reason JC saves a spotless copy of the planet, lean and green. A backup; but more than that, it is a source for eternal reproductions to sate his personal fetish, vorarephilia* – swallowing whole famished adolescent Kreators starved of artificial flights of fancy.
*Vesper draws the parallelism to the translucent monsters which ate Dagon’s children in Chapter 23 of my Dreamstate
Frogging
To frog is to rip the connections; but this is just a theory, an urban legend. Never in the official history of Anesidora has there ever been any report of one. Trips through the planet end with JC completing tapestries, and parading murals in carnivals. Some call him the devil, but upstairs, on another level, a thoroughbred god is born.
Conclusion:
It is understandably difficult to decipher such coitus of exotic fancy; thus imagine sexy lips, perfectly profiled and kissable, only that these lips are situated near the rectum, and aroused lipsticks twisted out in that erotic shape of theirs, in different colours, are keen to moist the mouth; an army advancing with prism spears, and all at once, to beautify and ravage that addictive and carnal orifice, choking it with pale blue and rose red and blood scarlet and pink satin and crystal sparkle and the many other creations and combinations available in the market, to gorge that hole to death, a sex puppet on parade in an art house with the spine visibly frayed and ravished, tattered and clogged by slimy, erected rainbow streaks of tousled cuticles.