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Les Orgasmes de Ben Buckler

Instantly, the lights from the headland of Ben Buckler wrap around the character, encompassing the character’s field of vision, enveloping the character into altered planes, unstrict geometries of light and different ways of seeing. 

Thoughts became as beams of light. 

The skies becomes rivers. 

Sounds in the character’s mind become colours. 

Screaming guitar leads of colour joy their screams across the sky.

The perception of all and any beings unconfined from their moment now exist all at once, made just as simply as unblinking. 

All the character needs do is will it to happen. 

The Moon and Venus are as ribbon strings pinned above a black sunrise’s doorway. 

And the dim-lit houses and streets of Ben Buckler danced orgasmically until the dawn.

The light as seen through the orgasming eyes of all things, all things, living, ever lived, never lived and the nothingness that is neither yet and will also become all things.

Then the new sun, a different sun, a taking sun, as a still giant black beacon rose, blacker than any night it had replaced. 

This new ball of gaslessness was now just gravity being held together by its own gravity, taking back the light from the energy shet had endowed our earth with each and every previous day.

And the black hole spun its orgasmic event horizons over where once there was daylight over the headland of Ben Buckler, undoing the time and space in which we thought we existed, but now never do, and to this new universe, never, ever did.