Voyage Into the Realm of Pinhead's Brain

 

 

 

Preamble: In the course of human existence
certain opportunities arrive but once in a lifetime.
This is not one of them. I cannot help but smile
when I say,
“Peeking Into Pinhead’s Brain”,
for in that tiny space
(and it is a very tiny space indeed!)
there is an uncharted universe waiting to be explored…

So without further adieu,
let me blow the dust off the sails
of the Santa Maria, the Pinta, and the Nina
and once again set sail across the vast voids of an unknown world-
this time that space contained within Pinhead’s brain,
on a voyage of discovery, danger, and excitement. 
So out of sheer boredom… I give you:

 

Peeking Into Pinhead’s Brain
             (a dangerous journey...)

 

Synapses snap under the weight of my vessels
as I sail past a scene of nourished homeless
with chubby cherub cheeks
gratefully finding their way with dim flashlights
through the wars and famines of the dreamscapes of Pinhead's mind...

 

Gravity pounces upon us and the Nina crumbles beneath it,
the crew cries and vanishes in the hollow echoes of his sleepless mind. 
We watch with horror as it sinks into a whirlpool of his saline tears
which are wiped away by his solid hands holding a waxy candle
dripping on the image of a nude...

 

We sail on, more watchful of unsuspected moments of gravity...

 

Mayhem has been here,
that is evident by the red crimson ruby chrome steel fury
gleaming behind his eyes
and spilling out onto the barstool below…
the waves are getting choppy, a storm is brewing…
I can feel it in my bones… I can smell it in the air...

 

We map the uncharted waters as we sail through his mind,
a remote island here, cannibal savages there...
the map begins to appear as a tattoo of dragons playing poker
on the smooth curves of a roadside waitress…


we thirst not on our voyage,
for the wine of his thoughts keeps us inebriated,
and sailing in circles for days…

 

Oh! The mother load!
We have caught the Tide!
But we are soon aghast-
the tide bears us through diseases of dead scabs,
there is an emerald forest
haunted by the fallen victims of a war machine 
composed of flesh-eating viruses on the backs of maggots
bleeding noxious fumes in acid rain…


I order the crew below to save them from such a spectacle,
but not before I have them tie me to the mast
so I could witness the wonders of Pinhead's brain…

 

We sail on and enter the darker recesses of his mind…
of art and leather, of turgid clits
writhing among pierced nipples…
I send my crew below again, to save their souls
(but I have them tie me to the mast again so I could live to tell the tale...)

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I could not record all that we beheld
on our journey through the mind of Pinhead,
for the volume alone would have sunk our ships.
You will just have to gather enough courage,
three ships, and a crew
to set sail yourself
and behold the wonders that are in the vast voids
of the empty spaces of Pinhead’s brain…

 

Derived with much fun from the following Pinhead pieces:

 

 

 

Am I?

 

Crimson Valentine

 

 

Ink and Lace

 

 

Tide

 

 

Leather and Ink