Ah Percy, Percy Mercy. One-time acolyte of Marvin and Shelia (that’s Dr. Shelia Spout, not Shelia Peaceandlove – Marvin only romanced women named Shelia, it made recycling engraved gifts, poems, his eponymous tattoo, and orgasmic odes easier.) Percy had broken ranks with the orchestrators he’d blindly followed and sided with the underdogs, in this case the undermonkeys. He hooked up with a luminous female snow monkey he called – never a man to shy away from typecasting – Eve. Percy had survived the Iron John Bly revival years, the Venusian glamouring, thrown away his Aztec Crystals, and — clad in a monkey skin suit that protected him from the molten muck — even the molten mucked crater environment. He’d come across a page from a library book by the Australian feminist Germaine Greer that had stuck to his paw-boot with the ubiquitous sludge with a shocking passage that became his mantra and his mission: “The opposite of patriarchy is not matriarchy, but fraternity.”
Mr. and Mrs. Mercy procreated with abandon; raising a tribe of young who were impervious to the molten muck of the Gallatin Valley, inherently empathetic, cute as buttons despite their constant displays of masturbation, and fine communicators via texting in the Haiku style of the 17th Century Japanese poet Basho.
Crater solitude
in a molten world one sound
group orgasm: aahhhh!
Their church wasn’t the rubble of the Bozeman Public Library for nothing.
Their numbers were growing as Percy had his own acolytes now – drawn to the Greer mantra – who fed, bred and wed the Bozeman area snow monkeys. In the tribe’s infinite benevolence they’d decided to board the Plentywood airship and convert the prime players of the Great Crater and the democratic mélange of passengers; from the Venusian mutants to the earnest sustainable business class devotees. It was easy to access the drug-addled mind of Peaceandlove and the martini-sloshed dirigible airship pilot and draw them down to the mountain pass where our hero and heroine could board in peace and privacy.
As Percy and Eve Mercy climbed up the slinky-like ladder, Percy couldn’t help but think of how his erstwhile mentor Marvin had orchestrated the Great Crater and inadvertently created the opportunity for the new Mercian Utopia. Finally clarifying how Marvin had done it, Percy boarded the plane announcing…
