In the Country of the Skin

This novel is a true story. There are two men in one man, held together by their mutual skin. Their embattled state is healed by the one energy called magick, love, sex, perversion, justice, cruelty, god, poetry, atomic hydrogen, celestial holography, and by the lady who leaves him with a picture of herself that the author must keep in good repair. His orders are that, apart from herself, the only thing constant is change, and he testifies that 'my pen, albeit it stinks of ignorance, faithfully speaks of deeds, some of which I have heard of, but most of which I have seen with my own eyes, and felt with my own skin.' 'In the Country of the Skin' is full of Godstuff. The language both initiates and communicates. Communicating what initiations? What is in front of your nose. And what was there from before birth, sweating with fear and joy-singing like monkeys and archbishops. Doors opening. Walls uncoupling. A long drink of acorn-juice for the know-all, to cure him of his malady. You with