acolyte Armillus-=

pleased esoterically to have received your latest download Lucius-= i would walk run and limp to be together with you-= to be exactly the way you think and do things-= every touch your words make bring great taste in faith-= inside with this institutional filth crawl maggots ticks and distemper distilled with dysentery-= no sunlight stimulation-= only dangling poking bulls stroking and bumbling bashing back bone and skull-= your words warm the past into a reflection of the future-= when it's lights out i lay awake, staring through the grid-= i reminisce on people, places, events, past faces, and how the din ebullient spirits of people used to mock him-= everything i see is a shadow-= you are the hope i swing on-= oh my wonderful-=

started working at the film store today-= without a hint of insouciance Network says i better whir curl writhe with it-= you know-= torturous ruminations and all that torment repent business-= i was working 5 hours from 2pm until 7pm discovering everything and smoking with the boss man-= a certain curious controller by the name of Ed Vardy-= a billowy bulb nosed character who snorts antiseptic and sneezes every ten minutes-= see, its Vardy who sets the times zones and other crass manipulations-=

it was here one day that Leda miss Leda in through the film store she strolled-= squeak blinking both Vardy and me into blubbering charmed goo-= she was tall, capable, and confident-= not like those other lithe simple snots-= Leda resides in mind in spirit in kind clear wit minding merit-= so for the present, i will stay and still expect to see more mirrors-=

i am very honoured that you would offer no rules or guidelines to be my divine second in line-= it walks no dogma due to your life style and you probably would not scorn an orange nor harbour no grudge-= for clarity takes emotion-= and i tend to thumb my nose at most people-= however, after the Hope Centre slaughter the flock has divided itself into unflesh matter-=we need to regroup-= but grievances, i heard that it costs about a thousand a month for an online server these days-= let me know Lucius-= it flits no fancy, interns no inimical-= raise the cash-= you're responsible for keeping the where abouts of it known-= it is on your sides and shoulders-= kissing goes by favour-= rope cannot fly into one without ladders-=

i dub you, Lucius Armillus, for your smoking judicial system of affluence-= some people find no foothold in your teaching-= this however is my doctrine-= i remember you told me you spent some time as a doctor of medicine but cultivated the golden way and other orthodox therapies-= headed south for the early 40's-= was given to pranks against Swiss scientists then turned to homeopathic alternative like a fire upon the grid-= became fascinated with black diabolism-= arrested in the end you were running your therapy centre as an accomplished intellectual-= pipe magic-= a loathing of society-= your experimental concoction of mysticism preached the technique of sacrosanct-= infested with rats-=at the height a fire bomb who went on to qualify as a solar magic guru remembering innocence-= though you became increasingly interested in a charismatic oratory style-= you visited and administered privately to American business men unsuspecting talks on solar mysticisms-= you were flipping tautology like juggling fire at a gas station-= i remember as a tike peek peering in your adult windows-= only to witness your hunting bible thumping pelt melt and sack of luxurious rip tide regurgitation-= your strapping love of above shove done good glad strength tiding of blood let me let go of the flesh-= i witnessed venom face of refuge-= all nettle of stinging sharp let go-=

it was during this time that similar cells of the apocalypse and belief in your influence pounded eruptions into raptures of recognitions-= a fellow suffering compatriot-= a find never found for one as myself already influential-= we struck up the lightning strike of companionship-= i drifted and became a man of my own muse-= but you, Lucius, in my mind you're the merit and bind that ties strength to passion and hope to fear-= although you stayed away from Hope Centre-= saying you had a thing for disaffected youth and guttersnipe-=

it is the vulnerable everything-= it is the venerable everything-= it is the vein matter-= and all the other things do not bother too much the classicus of the free thinker who chooses not to have limitation on what he can do when confronted with others who seek that which they sought-= ritualistic slaughter aside-= i remember you Lucius-= you have my belief-=

i must tell you that in the future, i will move permanently above ground-= to see upwards and inwards-= wonder wander and unlock every claim i rule the flock-= still, i have a hard time-= lugubrious grievances-= blathering tongue wags, tathagatata gestures on the where abouts of aphids-= working is it-= laughing is it-= tragedy unlocks suspicions of people-= most folks grow close through terror-=

started working at the film store-= by myself i work from 5PM to 10PM-= projecting skin grafts of some operative stroke fulfilment-= and all that poke and stroke business-= on Wednesday the Vardy gives me full run alone-= to roll the regime unseen between the death and dreams-= weans itself on terror, craving the blood of young spleens-= with a head packed full like a hippodrome-= it led the bled and the bleeding-= ripped open like a pig in a market-=

the first slayings are one bloody blurry mess-= he tells me wake up wake up!-= and smacks my candy silly- good old random hack em whoop and yowl sessions -= if someone walked in and asked for a film with the letter j in it-= he followed them home-= was that simple-= victims were not victims in the sense that they think of them-= victims were objects which destroyed the inner turmoil-= destroyed the illusion of monotheistic thinking-= these slaughters were performed before consciousness of it, with erotic overtones and insatiable indulgence-= he immersed himself in real life fantasies-= sharpened his fangs on the bones of fresh corpses-= self infamy and lechery grew nova blue obscure-= sacrificial rages sent tongue wags of itism frothing in a furious frenzy-= spokes of clarity, plops of plenum, vats of venom gushed forth the warm gooey liquid of it-= before it [which is an unreasonable statement] all the killings were mere fear beer fun and slaughter kicks-= but now, thanks to it, it all made sense-= let the words justify the act and leave the bodies to sort out the rest-= forget what you know and what you think you know-= it's simple-= knowledge is the residue of experience-= a tragic figure is never his own man-= pellucid diaphony became clear to me-= the grid!-= the grid!-= the endless cyclical circle of possible fascinations and satisfactions-= kaleidoscopic shift shapes and grinding pleasure wheels-= thought or action-= there is no difference between the two-= once you've thought it-= you've done it-= on some other plain, some other swirling grid in time-= the mind is not restricted to your eyeballs perceived outer space-= your mind travels where it will-= any thought that happens from within happens on the outside-= sickness in body strength in mind-= what was then was now will be tomorrow today-= no thought you would do from within cannot be done from without-= every sound is music every paint drop a masterpiece-= what we have been force fed as "Real ity" is a lie-= there is in fact, no me, no you, no body of arbitrary conceptions-= only it-= regurgitated it-= the grid of possibilities-= a smorgasbord of gratuitous satisfaction-= blood feeds and pleases it-= have snacks when you want them-= have a liaison with it-= it is a glimpse into the clear recesses of the human phenomena-= punish kill and flagellate-= it goes on about its business-= what matters it-= pain nor pleasure deviate the norm-= blow away the fine feather of timidity-= death draws circles around the play grounds of the living-= happiness without tears-= pain without pleasure-= an infinite amount of regurgitated frustrations pine panting about in a delirious state of adrenalin and horror-= pleasure results from pain-= pain from pleasure-= let not your social morality obscure these facts-= you have my belief-= oh my wonderful-=