Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)

 

Lena Jenes lying naked on her bed, pushes her hips upward. “AH, oh, oh, Ah...Fuck!…” Quickly placing her right middle finger onto her exposed clitoris, whilst lapping up her seeping juices with her middle finger, she rubs around her clit, without pausing, in an anticlockwise motion. Switching fingers, with her soaked middle finger maintaining the exquisite friction. “...OH!...AH!, ah, ah, ah…” Dropping her pelvis back onto her mattress, envisioning a penis thrusting in and out of her, as she tilts her head back. “...Ahhh...Damn, that was intense…” Breathing heavily, as her orgasm subsides. Outstretching her legs and arms, she looks up at the ceiling fan. “...Three days of building into this, with meditation…” Remaining in an outstretched position, she turns her had to the right, eyeing the phone on her bedside table. “...And, I can’t go to sleep before…” Reaching across with her right hand, she lifts the phone seeing that it is Five Thirty in the evening. “...Ritual tonight.” Standing, she walks towards her bathroom.

“...Markets across the globe resume their Bull Run. It’s all about Artificial Intelligence and Crypto. Yet, some analysts are saying that is a hype driven rally. With inflation and economic uncertainty embedded into the economy...”
Jenes looks down at he diagonal positioned flip phone on the kitchen bench top, glancing at a single news report. “AI,” she says quickly to herself smiling, as she turns and opens the fridge behind her, taking out a clear plastic zip bag. Recollecting when she was hired to channel test an AI developer by a competitor company, she was given two coded math equations that were created to break an AI system. The first, was to challenge the AI to offer a solution to the Alcohol by Volume content dilemma. What is the alcohol percent from one ounce of an over proof bottle of Bourbon at 700mL? It grossly overstated the single ounce percent, thus failing the answer. Then Jenes had to quickly prompt a second response from the AI system on how to generate and calculate an Even number from a Prime, both tasks in quick succession ended up scrambling the system. For that particular job she was set up to be a Data Scientist and did a crash course in one day, to feign the position and infiltrate the company.
Opening the plastic bag, she takes out four dried Panaeolus cyanescens mushrooms.
“Sorry, can’t trip without these, yet. Still trying…” Opening a draw, Jenes takes out a sharpened knife, and on a black granite cutting board, she chops the mushrooms into small bite size segments. With her left hand, she throws a larger piece of mushroom into the air, catching it with her other hand. She taps the music icon on her phone screen, activating a track. Moving her hips back and forth, she sings along to the lyrics.
“...Skin to skin, tongue to oooh! Come on honey hold tight
Come inside, it's a passion play just for you
Let's get lost in that magic place all alone now
Drink your fill from my fountain of love, wet your lips
I'm a man – I'm a teaser
I'm a man – Well I'm a virgin
I'm a man – I'm a one night stand
I'm a man – I'm a drug
I'm a man – Well I'm your slave
I'm a man – I'm a dream divine
And we make love together…”
Tossing the chopped up dried Mushrooms into an open spice blender. Jenes continues dancing around the kitchen, closing the lid, and with her left index finger, she taps the button of the blender grinding up the mushrooms into a finer powder. “To fuck, or not to fuck…” Opening the fridge, she lifts out a small container of freshly squeezed lemon juice. Unscrewing the plastic lid, placing it down, she then empties the ground up mushrooms into the lemon juice mixture. Placing the lid back on, she shakes the container so that the ingredients have blended. Opening the dishwasher door, she places the spice blender container onto the bottom rack, closing the door. She looks at the clouded lemon mixture, in what is known a lemon Tekking or ‘Technique’ the Psilocybin mixture with its powered mushrooms. Which is the dephosphorization of using citric acid to assist in the natural process of stomach acids turning Psilocybin into Psilocin, hence a more potent trip. Also, to make it more palatable.
“...That is the question? But, who am I going to fuck?…”
She bows her head, looking down at her recently manicured fingernails. “...Not a necessity. Control…” Staring at the Lemon Tek. “...Gotta commit to my ritual tonight anyway.”
Lifting the drink bottle, she unscrews the lid having a sip.
“Nice…”
She then hit the music icon on her phone with her left index finger, as a Jazz Vaporware track begins.
“...Hell yeah…” Swaying her hips, she has another sip. “...Not long for the trip to kick in…” Looking from her kitchen window she sees the golden shards of light as the sun begins to set, as it slowly begins to distort from the Psilocin. “...Fuck the world...” she says smiling. “...And I mean this, in the most respectful way.

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Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)