Manson Lecture 12: Planet-Ship-Earth! (Jan 29th, 1998)

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Space …

I am a hobo-shaman-time-traveler with laser beam grip … Some guy said “look up at the sky”, so I did. All I saw was anger and discharge and grifter nonsense … when I looked up at space. They say I’m a PIMP? – but look how they pimp out space …

I came here long ago to dance with your chieftain’s women and to steal his hogs and to cure his bacon … I could have fixed your car … but I wanted you to break down on that road. I wanted strumbo-freaks to steal your cats. I wanted old KYLE to find your gold, and take your pot.

I was echelon leader, staggering the kill-queens across seven districts. The STAR PIMP loaded his whore-base and came across the galaxy to lay siege and to lather the Earth in black light revealing protein stains. Can you smell it?

Baphomet’s horde watches from moon towers. His glaring eyes blaze a trail of nonsense for jet set grumpies mixing pills with vodka and chopping up their dogs for mustard. The eel kings were beset with troubles protecting space paths to Mars, and many old wench women died along the star trail to Venus …

Moon men will spin lies. They’ll tell you they live on Mars and drive cars and have whores and hunt boars. They’ll tell you a story of their moon-wench and her golden corset and the hammer of silver he keeps in his drawer at work? And how he beat that guy to death with that hammer? and you can stare at him all day, but he won’t share his cocaine.

So I will give TO YOU the true history of our world …

I give you the eternal cosmology …

The great fall of those peoples …

Black holes will hold you in their grasp … across reticulii 18 and angle of function 2 … where 13’s are 6’s and your eyes glow red with the eternal baptism of mankind’s grease sins. And your own tension destroys you. And car-kit Koreans sell their bread by the side of the road, and old fogies smoke stogies while hunting quiver bass.

78,000 YORG AGO, when elf-timber was harvested in T’radoz, Jurgen Keeg, first mordic-monk to the H’leptic order of Toov? – yeah … he said that the great hole was an eater, a devouring beastress. The planet T’longoo was being pulled into the great chasm, and so the witches and nun-herders met at the palace of H’rontic-boo and laid out a plan of unimaginative power and splendid spectacular vistas of love …

They said “let’s build some kind of fucking ship …”

“It’s gotta be a ship that’s big, and real, and keeps going, for millions of years if need be … We’ll take apart our solar system, our great sun, the belts, the giants … we’ll take all the matter in our solar system and build a great 1G ship”, and so Fer-Master-Gergen continued …

“The peoples shall live in a great domed world at one end, but they’ll think they’re still living on their home world so they don’t lose fucking hope, and they keep paying taxes … they’ll eat protein cubes and guzzle maggot juice and hunt sky panthers … they will frolic and fuck and enjoy the crystal light magic of post LSD orgasmic wonderment …”, Gergen screamed.

So those fucking people built their fucking ship … and this is the story of EARTH.

The construction of the ship …

The ship was 50,000 miles long …

10,000 miles in diameter …

At one end? – a great domed space, where life was controlled and fed mix spectral light energy, but everything on the dome was a projection, a lie …

At the other end? – a great fusion drive, that provided 1G (or greater) acceleration, with moderate variability …

Along the side giant deuterium and tritium tanks, two of them, 2,000 miles in diameter.

The ship had a managed internal eco-system, and 2 frozen crewmates, and 1 frozen captain. The captain, Captain Tooley, would awaken from his hyper sleep every 7 or 8 thousand years, observe the systems regulatory databases, and then decide what to do …

If things are “ok” in the domed world, the captain does nothing … and goes back to sleep for another 7 or 8 or 10 thousand years …

But if shit ain’t right?

If people are “peeing in the pools” so to speak?

If crap is out of control?

The captain can push the “TILT” button, and turn on the super conductive magnet system for shaking shit up … and cause earthquakes and floods and fires and bishops and flame throwers and crow beasts with eyes that GLOW like burning green coals. The captain pushes “TILT” and it all goes wonky, and the fucking humans are taught a lesson … and it’s all shaky bake’y from there on man …

After about 4 or 5 “dome years” of “TILT”, the great chipper/crusher breaks down the previous world, re-cycles the organics, prints new versions of all species at reset point. Re-charges and cleans polluted soils and waters … it’s a fresh start … a “TILT” … a reset.

Trapped …

Early in the voyage, the great ship became trapped in the gravity of HOLTRESS, the great hole. The weird physico-dynamical-bullshit enabled an eternal acceleration of 1G without ever reaching the speed of light, or escaping the near event horizon thingy of this super big nasty black hole …

It’s like the grasp of a Tennessee hooker. She’ll say “give me china white” and she’ll massage your crotch and drink whisky and sell you cigarettes – but her heart is onyx stone, and her mind is on fire with stabbings. She’ll bring you into her trailer, but she’ll leave you by the hollow, where the raccoons can feed on you …

The ship, the great ship, perpetually trapped by the super massive black hole – to never escape, to always experience 1G acceleration … more or less … unless the captain presses “TILT”.

The rock band which signals change …

When the captain presses “TILT”, Frank and Beans, the mast-maidens of the fusion drives, awaken from their hyper sleep to press all the right buttons and turn all the right dials and observe all the right mixtures of gases … they heat up the super crushers that will tear down the previous world, and turn it to creational slurry that can be used to fertilize the next world.

Frank triggers the robot rock band, the one at the TIP of the dome.

Every time the captain triggers “TILT”, Frank knows he has to spin up the band – so that during the whole episode of the “turning over of the sod” as they say, the people that are being destroyed by their own bullshit can hear some Judas Priest sounding shit as their whole world is ground to dust …

The rock band plays rousing ballads and Nordic death metal power songs that churn on the unraveling of domed world bullshit …

Travel with us …

Travel with us through space. I have let all my children have soul chariots with me. We’ll buy our own matching sneakers, and drink our own lemonade and wait for our own sky world to roll by and take us away. I will give you track suits and haircuts … I will give you candy and love.

Travel with me through space children, and see the angel diamond world of gold and love cream. See oceans of power oils and women bronzed by a spirit sun of pure health. Eat green leaves and dance on sand, use your laser blaster to cook up some gronglet fish … if you travel with me.

Space was always a backward trick, a curse upon reason, somewhere you shoved stuff … to forget about it.

I seen signs that say “SPACE AVAILABLE”, but what the fuck does that mean?

WHERE IS THIS EXTRA SPACE? – if it isn’t in the squirrel heart of some jongo-bat warrior whose monster self is extruding into the fun tension of cosmo grapes.

I say pick your sides before the world TILTS …

I say be your own freak before CAPTAIN TOOLEY burns down your castle of stone and steel.