and thunders dully in his gut as laser beams caress and sweep and somehow ever shut nowhere’s and glamorous and friendly folk are generous with speed and coke and accept his buts or ifs won’t and dark and shadowed Pyrrha riffs about the sex appeal city’s as dim vision doubles, triples: Glenn’s draw the Opera House with nipples, “Just erections made of glass and steel....” And as the smoke grows cool and dense, he thinks she makes a lot of sense. [139] 7/2 He tries the shapes that suggested: she’s telephone wires in pubic tangles, the business district, double-breasted, skyscrapers at suggestive angles. He ribbons spotlight gels with razors and learns to program lights and lasers with restless, multi-coloured vectors. From blacklight overhead projectors his shapes embrace and thrill the crowd, mapping against the walls and ceilings, inspiring overwhelming feelings. He paints whenever allowed, he’s a spinning, speeding, coked and cocky electrified emotion jockey. [140] 8/2 And never far away, Pyrrha’s keeping an ever-watchful eye upon her budding protege, bringing him drinks before dry, he’s taking him outside when he starts to fall into his many parts, telling him how much is enough and what to do when things get rough, holding his hands, his cheeks, his head, guarding against the approaches— crowd’s the most consummate of coaches, she’s and so effortlessly led Glenn’s through easy and ecstatic classes he notice as time passes. doesn’t [141] 9/2 He sees, for the first time in days, the message light on his machine, a fog-lamp through the morning haze.
and thunders dully in his gut as laser beams caress and sweep and somehow nowhere’s ever shut and glamorous and friendly folk are generous with speed and coke and won’t accept his buts or ifs and dark and shadowed Pyrrha riffs about the city’s sex appeal as Glenn’s dim vision doubles, triples: “Just draw the Opera House with nipples, erections made of glass and steel....” And as the smoke grows cool and dense, he thinks she makes a lot of sense. [139] 7/2 He tries the shapes that she’s suggested: telephone wires in pubic tangles, the business district, double-breasted, skyscrapers at suggestive angles. He ribbons spotlight gels with razors and learns to program lights and lasers with restless, multi-coloured vectors. From blacklight overhead projectors his shapes embrace and thrill the crowd, mapping against the walls and ceilings, inspiring overwhelming feelings. He paints whenever he’s allowed, a spinning, speeding, coked and cocky electrified emotion jockey. [140] 8/2 And Pyrrha’s never far away, keeping an ever-watchful eye upon her budding protege, bringing him drinks before he’s dry, taking him outside when he starts to fall into his many parts, telling him how much is enough and what to do when things get rough, holding his hands, his cheeks, his head, guarding against the crowd’s approaches— she’s the most consummate of coaches, and Glenn’s so effortlessly led through easy and ecstatic classes he doesn’t notice as time passes. [141] 9/2 He sees, for the first time in days, the message light on his machine, a fog-lamp through the morning haze.