Divine Cunt

Chapter 4: Love Bomb! Love Bomb! Love Bomb!

During the night Tony must have wandered off delirious. Drake seemed worried while Cherry seemed to be as happy as a lark, as if revitalised by some invigorating hidden ray of light. Maybe the whipping really baked her cake! Drake quickly organised a search party to seek Tony out as if worried that Tony might turn snitch or he would lose money in distributing tracts. It wasn’t until several exhausting weeks later that Tony was eventually found in a native Indian’s trailer by Fanny and Angel. Everybody assumed Tony was dead. There was talk of coyotes, bears, cougars, snakes or even Drake murdering him.

The Indian had explained he had found Tony in a dark spiritual place and that Tony stunk of urine. The native Indian informed Fanny and Angel that the urine in his opinion did not seem likely to be Tony’s and that it was all over his face and chest. In his opinion it could have been a drunken hobo that urinated on him, party revellers or something more sinister. Maybe even a forced ‘golden-shower’. Tony was passed out naked on a fold-out bed in the back of the trailer, probably from overuse of hashish that was laying everywhere in bits of wrapped up silver-foil. The native Indian seemed pleased to have invited Fanny and Angel in and asked them if they wanted a drink to take the edge off.

“You know we belong to a new religious movement. It’s a Christian group where we forsake all our money and give to the poor,” Angel told the Native Indian while wolfing down some homemade brew.
“My name is Ray Moonshine and I have read ‘The Bible’ many times over. While I have eclectic beliefs based on my own native spirituality I do have a formal education. I have a Degree and a Masters Degree. I am a firm Christian believer and while Jesus may have spoken about perfection in Matthew 19:21 the operative word is ‘if’ you want to be prideful in seeking perfection and if you think money is ruling you. Then Jesus says to give it away to your family, the church or to the poor. I didn’t read anywhere where it instructs you to give to some guy who proclaims Godly leadership. Jesus doesn’t say you have to be perfect.”
“Well Drake and Cherry say ‘The Bible’ instructs us to give everything away,” Fanny proclaimed with some anxiety.
“In 1 Corinthians 16:2 Paul instructs us to put aside some money to be given in collection to the churches. The Galatians church is a prime example. Paul doesn’t say to give everything away, as that would disobey looking after your family and working.”
“Yes but in Drake and Cherry’s eyes Paul was a bit of a 2nd rate guy compared to Jesus,” Angel replied.

Fanny jumped in to defend the group, “We are to follow Jesus mainly, as he died for us, not Paul. Ray you sound like a Paulite.”

“Well it all sounds to me they are scripture twisting and no doubt full of snake-shit! It’s totally contorted. You can’t just cut out the pages of ‘The Bible’ you don’t like. Otherwise you may as well just read ‘The Quran’.”

Rising from his sleepy slumber Tony re-united with Angel and Fanny. After smoking and drinking all day Ray gave Tony, Angel and Fanny a bag of weed and a bottle of booze each to soak the night away. Getting back to the campsite late, Tony pulled a small stolen transistor radio from his crotch and invited Fanny and Angel up to the ‘Sacred Spot’. The ‘Sacred Spot’ was a place where everyone could go for a swim. Most people went in nude as they were unashamed of their bodies. It had a few trees and some long grass. While most of ‘Slab City’ was desolate, this was the only part that had some life and freshness to it.

“Ray Moonshine said the pot was laced with LSD,” Tony told Angel.
“Well fuck it! I don’t care if it’s laced with bat-shit, I’m gonna suck this baby down so fast it’s gonna make my tits inflate and explode!”

Glenn and Freddy came up to the ‘Sacred Spot’ to welcome Tony back as the prodigal son. Everyone started to partake in the drug taking as the transistor radio sang vibrations of happiness throughout the night air. For the first time they were all finally free and happy. A couple of friendly neighbours also joined in. Brian and Aston were living in an old abandoned gypsy travelling cart. It was rumoured that they were gay, but both of them kept up their denials, even going as far as saying they were both involved in a 3-some with the blind girl Grace. Apparently some stoned hippies cheered them all on while they took in the show. Brian and Aston sat huddled together with a bong sucking heavily on its greenish contents.

Fanny, Angel, Tony, Glenn and Grace were all dancing and singing when Cherry, Drake and Rocky verged into the mini-fiesta. Everyone were as high as kites. Tony began to sing poetry as other’s danced in the moonlight of God.

“You are my Jesus. I am young. I am free. I am forever in love to be me. I love me. I love you. I love me. I love you. I want to hug you. I want to kiss you. I want to be with you. I am you. You are me. We are together in God to be me. Thank-you mother earth Gaia. I dreamt you were inside my soul. A kaleidoscope of a rainbow. Never let me go. Even in the grave I will still call to you God”

Grace began to cry and hugged Tony, while Fanny, Glenn and Angel took their clothes off and surrendered them to the hot night. Drake sat stoned on the grass next to a small campfire that illuminated Cherry’s naked flesh. Soon everybody was naked dancing uninhibited with God. Grace laughed while high on drugs, tripping over a rock. It was almost like she could see as perfect as her friends. Grace saw bright lights and pulsating swirls that took on a supernatural dimension. It was at that moment she knew she needed greater faith. If she had faith the size of a mustard seed God would heal her eyes of its slow decaying blindness. She just had to be obedient. Drake was God’s mouthpiece. If she obeyed his every commanded God would reward her. When she told this to Drake he agreed.

Drake began to yell, “God we are here. We stand before you. We love you. Everybody hold hands and let’s move in a circle motion that will open a sacred eye on earth to look back at God.”

Everybody stood naked holding hands moving clockwise singing Tony’s prayer ‘You are my Jesus’. Around and around the circle moved. Round and around, faster and faster, reaching a cosmic orgasmic epicentre that would bring the eye of God upon us. Dizziness danced over everyone as if a demystifying force plunged itself into the deep abyss of everyone’s hearts. The circle fell as laughter and kisses licked up a potential frenzied orgy.

Glenn yelled out, “Love bomb, love bomb, love bomb!”
Then everyone started to yell simultaneously, “Love bomb, love bomb, love bomb!”

Everyone hugged each other as if an explosion of love and God ripped over their body. Rocky smacked up against Fanny and love bombed her, while Aston and Brian love bombed each other and refused to let go. Drake had a semi-hard on when he love bombed Angel. Cherry cried tears of happiness profusely, then stood up, spread her legs and began to pee in front of everyone from her two vaginas. It was as if two waterfalls were spraying the earth with nourishment and love. Some people had vanished to have sex, while others laughed madly as if stuck on a merry-go-round ride that they could not get off.

“I love party tricks,” Glenn yelled at Cherry laughing. “Got any more?”

Usually Glenn was a semi-stuck up reserved and a conservative Christian. The drugs had certainly lightened him up and he was revealing much more than he usually did. Glenn lay on the ground as Cherry peed again. Glenn moaned in delight feeling at one with the earth.
Fanny, Drake and Tony disappeared into the night, while Cherry took off with her paramour Glenn back to the ‘kombi-van’ together.
Angel lay passed out on the ground after a session with Drake, she cuddled next to Grace (who masturbated to the sounds of Cherry screaming to be pounded harder in all her holes.) That night was a blur of love that would never be forgotten. Especially since somebody squatted near the ‘kombi-van’ door and took a massive shit. Drake and Cherry were mortified that somebody was that lazy, stoned or drunk that they could have just planted their arse next to the van door without a care in the world and push one out. Somebody could have walked on that! The turd stood out like the ‘Statue of Liberty’ and the stench of it could have easily rusted the van door off. A sudden wind change might have even wiped out California. It was tall and wondrous in size. Many believed it was Rocky as he came across as dirty, especially since there had been disputes over him cutting his filthy toe nails while people were eating supper.