The maenad kicks off “Mayday! Mayday!” with an orgy of unorthodox sound.
Writing by The Maenad
Art by emoc


Venispunks
An orgy of unorthodox sound.
A wondering querlandt silence broken by the sound of footfalls,
echoes cavorting in the high stairwell
A winter’s mountain pass massacre of screeching
Stay fresh, appear clean as you do the dirtiest things
Never fatigue, always emerging
Corpulent and wet like divine Venus
A not so tame Maenad de Mileaux
Painted in fresh presemenal drip
And old bagged blood.
Riding chrome, a
Nova-99 silicone scale inseminator
A cornucopia of cheap wine and cheaper warts
Wailing and whining words like Wordsworth
HAIL ORGONNE!
Words, our favorite words, smashed
Up and inhaled like the fine pow-
der of a new neon, electron drug.
Precisely the kind of drug we need today
A drug that wins elections, confuses convection
and both overwhelms and dulls
the sense organs into a peak time,
twilight fine transmission, broadcast
straight along the galactic axis
Radio girls and video boys, wireless gurls
and thread-bone bois, all the flesh puppets,
all the toy droids, all of them free flesh and free metal,
all twitching and dancing, transmitting to each other,
a wicked spiral, to another, a conspiracy of dance,
Getting high off our own signal, supplied by
Hale Orgonne
The supple ache and need
Touch is necessary
Strip off your fake skins and
danse
Ecess-
-Aliens

About The Artist

emoc is an enigma
About The Maenad

The Maenad is a long lost LA girl, a six foot one blonde towering over the Seattle skyline.
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