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Mongol Review; John Esam, editor
Residu: 2 - Spring 1966

THE REMARKABLE STORY OF THE POT HEAD PIXIES O YES AS TOLD BY UNCLE TIM GENTLY HYMNSELF was known to have walked back inside himself and disappeared he said.


Wot hed pixies?

Pot. PE YO TE. Now the question is : Do Pot hed Pixies RILEy exist? DO THEY EXIST?

The WHOO Hed Pixies?

Pot.

ANSWER : no it doesn't exist.
You see pot is invisible. The word POT denodes an instrument for boiling things in, such as heads. I possess no aggression towards heads mind you, I actually love you very much said queen instrument. I have many voices inside my mouth. Therefore pot does not mean what we think it means. We are wrong. Therefore the meaning of pot [heh heh] & this pot itself do not exist. I'm sorry inspector. As you see you are on the wrong track. Good afternoon.

NOW, THE ASTONISHING STORY OF CAPTAIN MARVEL's VISION.
after treatment on his feet he claimed it had not happened

As I sat in Captain Marvel's temple beside his right eye, the temples voices carrolling behind his voice, he leaned toward me in an intimate vice & said: Once upot a nime, from the door at the roots of a big green tree, there rolled a luscious GREAT fruit. Coo Bludye Limye, said a passing giant who was wearing number nine boots, I ESPIE A LOVE LYE BREAST FART, I'LL SAY. So the giant bent down five miles to pick up the great FRUIT but low & beholding ! As the giants finger fingerbowl tapped on the marvelous GREAT fruit, it turned with a magic pop of sonnet smoke into :

HERE HE COMES. OYEZ. HAALELUJAH. THIS IS IT.
NONE OTHER THAN
the famous but unblemished
POT HED PXYE, KING OF:,.
(a pause for applause)

Continued Captain Marvel whilst scraping away at my flesh : AND whot a figure he counted and struck, standin there with his microscopic number nine boots and two blinding rays of sunlight beaming from his pince-nez.

AND so without addle or ado diddley pow, this marvelous demi-gent there- forth brought into the atmospheres, a giant switch of conciousness which turned the giant on.

HHHO HO : he gruffawed. THIS LITTLE GEYSER GOTTA GREEN BOAT RACE AN' BARNET FAIR.

But then he soon fell silent and began to straighten 'is tilbury dock and peckham rye, for this giant could not help but be impressed by his ex-breakfast's microscopic plates of meat. After this, the giant suddenly broke out in a heart spending song :

hardly)
ANYbody nowadays, has virginin 'is toe rag
mostly)
EVERYbody nowadays likes marmalade instead.
TO THIS DAY the giant cannot say what prompted him to sing such words in this way.
meanwhile the P hD Pxye had left his moment of magickal birth far behind him. Here we switch to the next turn of mind on the on side & hear an account of some uncle's vivid describe of his first meat with the King of's person in genuine real life.

THIS IS IT. HOW I MET THE POT HED PXYE IN SLOW MOTION LANGUAGE. by green jesus [the miraculous con man]

Well gents, it was ii remember one disgusting paris afternoon, full of dirty rain and faces filled with struts & gout, when i arose from a night's best to find my pot pouch depleted of its greens.

LACK A DAY, i cried; dismantling my pipes. WOE IS ME.

A fawning day of grey complexion it was, and all the more empty for the pouch. So i shrivelled out of the softs and wormed my way toward the bathroom horizon where there should have been fosters on tap, but when i turned on the taps, all that came out was a little green man. So i a'focussed my credit cards on the wee coot & generally low & beheld him. But he farted forth two quick wows of sunlight from his sunset eyes & his smile was made of money yeah sirrah. Well granted it was not the usual kind of money, but no. And thus the pocket gent spake unto me :

Good evening travellers through the underground head. I am known as the P(for magick) hed PXYE, KING OF:,. and i am the king of the Pot Hed Pxyes. But this means nort or nuffin. Each of the Pot Hed Pxyes is simultaneously our selves, all the others & the very Kingdom itself all at once. Those who have followed the nine fold pipe to grassiousness will undoubtedly know what i mean. This is but one of the millionfold aspects of our ancient cultural heritage which was three thousand million kilos old ten and a half minutes ago. Our age is known as the CONTINUOUS MILLENNIUM EPOC OF THE LAUGHING MARIH JUA RAJAN HOO, and some of the entire population of one hundred lung gong p hd pxyes is always at your elbow, though you are wont not to know it. For the Kingdom of the Pot Head Pixies is just on the other side of that green door over there. So saying. the little dad did give a bit of a puff on his ninefold pipe & we both went floating down the main entrance hall of number nine downing street towards the green door, but we ended up in the broom cupboard breathing in only & stone me ded did i go green though not from envy i can tell yer. O good afternoon, Inspectre. Welcome home.

NOW A NOTEWORTHLESS EX BERT HOLDS HIS SAFARI INTO C M E OF THE L M J R H

In the mornings good afternoon. In the mornings my name is Hubble De Bubble. H. esq. of Mrs. Quid's Finger & Tongue Laundry, and I have a crystal clear ball. Why let me tell you i have studied the the pod hot peskies and whats more I possess a pot belly. Now you must believe me when I say that I really understand the little pricksies. You know i often say I'm just like a GodFather to them but they seem to think I'm a raving old King's Rd. Queen. But you know there IS one thing I can't quite understand that is that they don't quite understand that jolly olde game we call THE BEARING OF ILL WILL TOWARD THY BROTHER.

Well now everybody knows, its an ill will that blows nobody any changes, but do we really know if these Pop ded proxies really exist at all?

BOTH GENUINE AND FAKE. HEREUNDER THE RATIONAL ANSELM OF MR POTHED PXYE

Potte slake our naked pipe
May all our stones be ripe
Hash ish my song.
Laughter uproarious
Pipe dreams so glorious
Life long euphorias

O hail to the love, lungs,
And Gong.

[Turn Onward Brother. We are none of us lovers of pain. Worse Luck.]
SOME VACCINATING FUCKS ABOUT THE P H P.
1. Pot Hed Pixies are known to the Mongols as Monad Nomads.
2. Monad Nomads are known to the british government as figments of my imagination.
3. Pot Hed Pixies travel also by express airmail.
4. Pothed pixies have been known to operate steamrollers at will. 5. The POT HED PIXYES do not use pubic lavatory attendors as in London. They have the power to change into Piss Pot or Cock Pot Pixies as they wish.
6. The Pot Hed Pixies are entirely green is the colour of their orange eyes.
7. Pot Hed Pixies are dangerous to our fathers. They must be fort tis sald of them that they lead a lad a stray cat.
8. The Pot Hed Pxye invisibly smokes invisible pot, and invisible pot pouch is never empty.

Hoping you are the same,
Yours Faithfully,

ALLENOV DER BANANA SPY.