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THE LAMENTATIONS OF THE PAROXYSMAL ARTIST by Robert Smithson "All of 'em have fun but me." from a song as sung by Dion "...pronounced 'Deeon', to rhyme with 'neon'". Let this Paroxysmal Vision be delivered to the Church of Used Blood, the Church of Defunct Immortality, the Church of Abnormal Shapes, the Church of Audio-Visual Aids, and the Church of Smart Money. Unamen...unamen, I tell you. Beware of the maggot-headed lovers! They're taking away your Blood. They're cheating on your wounded returns. The Word came unto me looking like a silly mess. Take it away! Take me away! Defrost my fun! Turn off my brains. Remove the Smart-Matter with magic rays and Space-Age-Improvements. Cut my eyes out before I see Death. Too much Hemophilia. Too much Honey. Bring on the paint buckets! Bravo! for paint. It smells good. Like money. When Easter comes, I'll paint a bunny-rabbit with big ears and a white behind. Bravo! My mouth is full of thick paint. It's dripping down my chin in long purple drips. I can not tell at what speed it is traveling. Degod me! The faster the better. Spare my dying puddle. Unamen. Creeping Jesus with twisted gonads and ice-cream eyes spit at me last night about 9:25. Good-by Mary. It was nice knowing you. Give my best to Dad. Let the Bloody Dove go down. Zoom! Zing! Bing! Pass out into the Word of Ashes - For the One True Holy Virgin Catholick Church. Blast Off Glory! Glory! Glory! Bingo. Bingo. I B M