Murphy No Geisha

From the very beginnings of time and at the ends of the earth there has exisited a tradition so complex in its development, so profound in its rigour, and so intricate in its execution that, in comparison, European concepts of time, place, historical linearity and emotional coherence are revealed as the transitory and fragmented caprices of distracted children. A tradition of such studious skill that, for the outsider even one glimpse will cause to take root in him a yearning that he will not satisfy in a thousand lifetimes. A tradition that would condense the millions of litres of vaporous current day psycho-sexual waffle into a single drop of cold water. A tradition that is GEISHA. In the last years of the last century, word of the arrival of three representatives of this very tradition had reached the sickly love-communes of London, and two men, their minds twisted and their souls emptied by ceaseless aphrodisia and narcosis, decided they would celebrate the coming of these goddesses by offering themselves as the slaves and bondsmen of Geisha, tendering unswerving allegiance, a hundred and ten per cent humility and sublime submission. They were the sordid night- mare that is THE MURPHY LOVE EXPERIENCE...