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shoulder-length blonde hair cascaded in soft wavesabout a pretty, perky face with an upturned nose Ð shelooked like a cross between Michelle Pfeiffer and Ladyof Lady and the Tramp. ÒThatÕs Anya,Ó someone said.The most incredible dress ßoated about her slightframe, layer upon irregular layer of pale blue chiffon,perforated throughout with holes, biggish ones, as ifsomeone or something had once been trapped insideand punched its way out. ÒThatÕs Anya Steppes,Ó continued the man at the next table. ÒI love her dress,ÓI said. ÒItÕs a replica of the native costume of Venus.ÓÒVenus?Ó I blurted out. He leaned over his soy gritstroganoff. ÒYes, Venus Ð for AnyaÕs a walk-in.ÓÒWhatÕs a walk-in? Is that somebody who comes inwithout a reservation?Ó He smiled at me with his darksmudged hair, his graphite eyes, inÞnitely patient. Hehad an unusually high forehead, like Eraserhead, butcute. My hand reached toward him through the brightvegetarian air and our pointer Þngers touched with aspark like the Þngers of those burly naked gods in thatfamous, who did it, Da Vinci, Michelangelo? ÒHi, IÕmCarla, Carla Moran.Ó ÒYes,Ó he nodded knowingly, ÒIÕmSteven. A walk-in is an enlightened soul who returns toEarth by taking over the body of a lesser soul who nolonger wishes to inhabit it. The enlightened soul meets initiate who diluted the Venusian teachings to match the(lower) consciousness of his era. On Venus, people couldwalk through trees or visit shimmering temples Þlledwith all the great books that ever have been or ever willbe written. Venusians didnÕt need to read these books Ð out from under my pillowand looked up ÔdemonsÕ in the index. There was a column and a half of entries! Demons, auras:Demonswear binoculars around their necks to spot new holes inyour aura, will use every trick in the book money ßeshcares of this world persecutionto get their Þx. Demons,interruptions:They drizzle sand on your head as youread inspirational texts, tickle the feet of babies to makethem scream during spiritual lectures WAAAH! Straight tohell youÕll go an elevator, a demonÕs blazing Þnger push-ing the buttons. Demons, language:The vilest gruntsvomit from their mouths, snarls too obscene to be trans-lated into English Ð imagine construction workersÕmouths raised to the highest power Ð every word in thedemonÕs lexicon is obscene, as is their grammar, theirpunctuation, their dingbats, their typography which isnow yourdruggy lexicon yourcigarette grammar yourpunctuation yourdingbats. Every exclamation point is arape-fuck!!!!!! Demon-sprache is blotched with under-lines italics outline Roman bold, putrid indecipherableswirls and stars Ð demons slap their foreheads, bug orscrunch their eyes, point to their temples and stick outtheir tongues; excretions !Pod-shaped bodies, waddling blobsof emotional cacophony, ÒAWK!Ówhen the Devil chas-tises one, he clenches the edge of a paragraph, handsand feet poking into the margin, toes crimped under like odious question marks, halo of sweat, jack-o-lanternmouth ripped open, ÒGULPNOOO AIEEEE!ÓArmsscrawny and naked as plucked chickens.I ßushed my cigarettes, grass and diet pills down thetoilet and went after Steven like a steam roller. Stevenran the Golden Gate Venusian Study Group, which metevery Wednesday evening in the basement of Noe ValleyMinistry. A thousand-holed white ceiling, roman-tic, all that intensity. He drove for City Cab, but hisdream vocation w sword. I continued to sleep naked, to spite them. Stevenwould wait for a perfect moment of unwillingness, whenI was asleep or pissed off Ð the jockeys would vanish andheÕd crawl on top, force my legs apart and bang into meso hard my guts sloshed upward squishing my lungsBREATHas he climaxed he yelled out, ÒISHAPPEN-ING ÉME!!!!ÓThen he rolled over and we never talkedabout it. Once I inadvertently came too, ÒThat wasgreat!Ó I exclaimed to his back. Steven tur After the abortion I started going to a holistic thera-pist named Donna, a cute woman with shiny brownshoulder-length hair and a chipper smile. She was olderthan I but still not very old. These are some of the thingsI never told her about: Steven my fear of being locked inpublic restrooms trapped aliveAnya my terror of fallingasleep of turtleneck sweaters of potlucks of salt shakersand sugar jars in restaurants of people on drugs ofcatching their highs and what if my hands took on a willof their o cigarettes or done any drugs for nearly nine months,these holes in my astral body, would they ever heal?Silently I chanted 1111))-)111111-''222222222222-33333333-''')))444444444-555''''''')))).ÒHave you,Ó I queried timidly, Òconsidered hysteria?ÓAccording to Donna, depression and possession gohand in hand Ð demons crowd your head, causing yourbrain to swell and press against the skull like water-weight, like psychic PMS.ÒLetÕs do a little spring clean-ing!Ó I close my eyes and she tells me that my arm isweightless, that helium balloons are lifting it. When myout-stretched arm ßoats in front of me she says,ÒDemons, can you hear I thought I heard someone or somethingmutter youÕregoing to pay for your big fucking mouthbut when I turnedthere was nothing, nothing but air.That night Steven took me to the Royal to see TheEntity.Invisible forces pummel a female torso, tinycraters dimple across the breasts but it doesnÕt reallylook like human ßesh, more like the impressions madeby your Þnger when you poke a ball of yeast dough, softhollows that of their own accord rise back up. ButBarbara Hershey is great, so convincing as her body isrhythmically slammed against the bed the couch thewall AIEEEE AWK!Scientists trap the demon in a moun-tain of liquid nitrogen, but it breaks out. AfterwardsSteven said, ÒWant to go to Sweet Creations? My treat.ÓÒSure!Ó As we crossed Polk Street he wrapped his armaround my waist, CreationsÕ window Ð damn!!! Ð I wasnÕt ready to breakfree of StevenÕs body, wanted to curl myself around himeven tighter, like a serpent in Eden. We entered the tinyhealthfood bakery, ordered at the counter and took awindow seat, the thick sweet scent of honey infusing ourhair, our clothes, our words. Steven reached across thetable and covered my hand with his large clumsy claw.His electric warmth zapped along my arm and into mycunt ooohhI gnawed my leaden sesame cookie andsmiled and basked. His dark eyes seemed to glow withnew light snores of an old Italian Þlling the lightwell. As I sat onthe edge of the bed taking my shoes off, Steven said,ÒYou told didnÕt you, you told your therapist about meand you, you told her about the holes in your aura, thedemonsdidnÕt you.Ó I nodded guiltily how did he know?StevenÕs high brow collapsed into wrinkles. ÒI gotta takea piss.Ó I jumped up and grabbed his sleeve. ÒWait,Steven, I told her somethings, but not about you andme.Ó ÒThatÕs what you think.Ó He shook me off andslammed the door. I went over to the sink for a glass ofwater, not that I was thirsty, but in the movies theyÕrealways offering distressed people water. ÒYour sonÕsdead, here have a glass of water.Ó As I lift the forest greentumbler to my lips, I hear the sound of horse hoovespounding densely-packed Medieval earth, the rattling ofwindows, willow branches lashing against the panes. Acrack opens up in the linoleum, then a golden faceemerges with seven glowing green eyes arranged in theshape of a cross, I stoop down and push the middle one,it swirls and steams with molten blood and a pit opensat my feet that extends to the beginning of time and theEarthÕs hellish core. The colors in the room brighten,glow, swirl, then sag and drip, a glowing blankness, Istep around the pit towards the bed, suddenly naked,staring straight into another world where mirrors regis-ter monkey heads, my toenails painted blood red. I ßoatdownward onto the mattress, gently, the mattress is coldand hard, a marble slab, no dialogue but a thousand fatwhite candles, their ßames lapping the air. Steven enterswearing nothing but his 08!s, biceps inßated, he paintsancient symbols on my midriff with a red brush, coldtickle, his face more angular Ð bestial Ð than usual as hemounts me and then I see it his giant lizardy eye, I letout a little scream Oh! His carefully manicured claws,two inches long, luminescent green, down up and downhis huge mouthful of teeth his acresof gums, lava red, gleaming with demon cum, it leaksout all his oriÞces whenever heÕs aroused desperate timeshe throws his head back, fucks me slowly and clumsily,his giant wings cumbersome, more jagged than angelwings my cunt a gash between dimensionshis tail hangsdown in the crack of his ass as he humps forward, the marble slab is so cold so hard love is bruises love isbruisesI only see him in quick cuts, occluded by the sizzling haze of hell but he is truly a marvel to behold,his bubbly luminescent green hide, his sulfurous breathhot as a blowtorch on my ßimsy cheeks, his molten redcock, two feet long with a spear-shaped head, there arewords inside it, molten words dreams unwind loveÕs a stateof mindmisty psychedelic colors undulate as he brays heloves me in Latin backwards. I am insatiablemy name isLegioncanÕt get enough of his demon cock formanydemons have dwelled within this bodyripped open by thissnorting cloven creature red face forked tonguesweatingand heaving I come quickly, a Þreball of sulfurous fartsexplodes from between my bloody loins, my screechesbreak the sound barrier,