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10:45 PM

Beyond Race & Beyond Space

words by Judy Bryan
photos by: Harry Parriser (left), Dan Germano (right)

Can you dim the lights so we feel like we're in outer space for a while?

It's a cross-cultural goth Dr. Seuss story with a satanistic bestial twist, complete with pyro-erotics.

Feathers, feathers, everywhere,
Stuffed in shirts and tied to hair;
Makeup messes, hard caresses, natty tresses
Men in dresses.

A wicked wriggling, giggling witch
Feining sex with a feathered bitch;
Toked so far they're turning green and spurting, Spewing, splaying spleen;
Comely wenches, cunning whores
Metaphors for bleeding sores.

Somewhere amidst the implements
There comes the sound of instruments:
African drums and bass guitar,
Cymbals and some kind of sitar.

The audience spun to a gnarly groove -
Some too far gone to want to move.
And when the set was played and done,
The leader cried they'd just begun.

So to return to outer space,
You'll have to follow Beyond Race.