ardent Armillus-=

boy it's been a while wise and nice to talk impenetrably-= in honour of your sanctimonious leisure climb i divine the time your shrine entwines-= keep my float aflutter with your up dates on the flock fleecing-= liked your news site add special well by the way-= it had a sort of eyebrows above the eyes ring to it-= if you know what i mean-=

got the download i sent you telling you about him who works for NetWork and not for himself heart attack-= i had an Echocardiogram-= this, nor repulsion set thy heart life a flutter-= it is the result of the heart attack, so far the give it away walk with it has triumphed-= but do not think incredulously-= vein tests are to find out what shapes it-= knowledge is but the good damage i have to my kidney-= i curse the nimble nimbus aura of it-= sing the laments such as poor circulation-= to be you but me high blood was love's flood buzz butt plug shove-= but this business is sucking vacuous and vicious-= i feel death's Yggdrasill dreaders drawing circles around lubricious lubricants-= some diabetics even have to have their true manner consider everything good-= sorta like freeze the divine magnificence it-= or no sweet feet repeat-= but i love that buzz-= that saccharine buzz-= sickness in body and strength in mind-= i expire in 3 years�= what matters it?-=

since my no standing for long periods of time heart attack-= what is wrong with Leda has blown above beyond me-= it was an accident-= no standing for long periods of time-= nothing that complete it omne pristine regime can't see-= since that last heart munch i have been back flat and rigid-= strengthening my heart muscles-= and i also am researching revolving door of language-= for � �it� � lubricates understanding and should probably help to slip out this relentless glowing smoke show-= book of Gestalt coming along fine and felicitous-=

you asked me to write of the film mayhem original-= well here goes-= it began when Leda miss Leda in through the film store strolled-= idle distant moon resilient-= she came before it-= through it-= revealed death's true chalk circle -= it wanted more than piety-= it wanted blood-= though i did not know it at the time-= i had been confiscating the bodies of young film buffies-= leading their drooling fornicating lips into the back for a gander at the nasty nasty-= and slitting their glad tidings-= then Leda whisked through-= Leda miss Leda miss the touch wind mornings-= it was a we time-= to be bodies-= slippery lubricants-= raging at melancholy moaners flying into ladders with rope-= Leda swept me-= book bell broom and candle-= she lived and would not be lured fooled nor ruled-= she wanted it all-= a face of swan neck cupidity-= eyes of blustery flickering above a nose as poignant as it was humble-= she had the wave and grace of silk of satin-= was tall capable and confident-= not like those other simple slutty shits-=

the film store boss-= one taskmaster Ed Vardy-= was rippen me off four hours-= short nickel and diming me like some petty crook-= so to celebrate Leda's happy day of quim shoot we torture slaughtered the billowy bulb nose manipulator-= Leda likened her present special to a painting-= so artful the torture-= the act of sacrifice entices others to reflect its likeness-= abstract slaughter she called it-= the first spine tingler-= Leda's last life rattle gurgles-= i didn't want a gerbil-= we sliced Ed Vardy's meat belly machete wafer thin-= made a coat of his carcass and earrings of his eyes-= you never heard such a guy pathetic cry-= Leda slapped his whimpering puss while Wagner blared-= i sham danced the rigamortis rigadoon regime shallah-= inflaming atrocious foaming at the mouth-= seething lubricity and slippery slavering lubricants finger fucking fellatio faecal fandango-= the little boss man suffered indignities of such ferocity that he soiled himself-= a stinking plop mess of gunk slithering down his legs-= Leda hungry Leda miss smote the cold wind corners of salacious sophistries when she beheld and ingested that which horror had caused him to defecate-= she lifted the level of hitherto unknown debauchery and smashed the boundaries as it exploded from her very womb-= its gestation was a mellifluous occurrence-= and as i watched her devour what was steaming and stinking-= i began to see the unlimitable it-= the grid the grid!-= the tessellated grid-= euphonious epiphanies enrapturing and regurgitating the laughter of all ignorant species drawing death circles around the base of Yggdrassil-= he saw then my reason being entwined with it-= no thought untouched-= no more mendacious mercy-= he knew why he wanted it all right there and then-= it wanted blood-= the endless cyclical circle swirled on the fuel of life-= constant flesh replenishment it required-= he walked over to Ed Vardy-= and with the infliction of lashing artistry created what was to be his first creational sacrifice to it-= he slashed and hacked and Leda joined in-= he ranted rowdy ruminations on it-= virginal nubile nascent and fresh was it-= could feel his blood up the stump of my neck mingling deliciously with the power only life has-= they slashed and whipped until the crepuscular blood dried-= until the creative process was exhausted and grinning babe content-= the two slumped in the blood and slept-=

since my heart attack-= an exceedingly pretty Swede by the name of Hermione checks up on me in my cell-= she takes blood daily with her rubber glove nub and administers the set thy heart on me alone medication-= they have a bakery at NetWork-= from there she brought me fresh buns-= boy were they ever good-= she gave me a hamster-= but he died in January-= was white plump and about a year old-= so no more free snacks for a while-= it's a bugger you know-= i search the NetWork give away hamster ads-= so far the book of the gods we still curse has triumphed-= i get the mind blow considerably-= death draws cyclical circles around the no small happiness flicker-= good to gnaw on red meat about it-= the only food here is pill pop-= Hermione has kept this stagnation overload to a bearable apathy-= strange but glad that she works here-= i think she has potential-= she told tell me that a certain instigating presence once sought after her religious affections-= but the dreary dogmatic pontifications did drag her to lag and resist-= seems she needs to find most things her self-= is weary of the old optic-= fresh flesh so easy to impress-= i feel it thumping-= blood flood pumping-= it aches up the back of my neck-= death circles drawing-= calling-=

they sent me out of NetWork facilities to stay present-= i feel my body slowly breaking-= downtown for a game of swindle-= the boys they be rough housing me-= not to pleasant-= convalescent back week and a half-= bruises confess-= i confess-= pain inflicted-= tongue wagging spews since the diabetes-= to stay absent they are into psychic phenomena-= clarity without emotion-= i have some since the dabetes-= the heart attack into my kidneys-= graphing that which words out circled-= last testament of will-= power to will power to lilt-= to me be i had to confess-= i really must confess in case something happens to Leda-= you are really hard to reach-= they in the hospital rang confessional ballistics tests-= dug up people pieces in the Hope Centre yard-= stump nor stamp of majuscular guilt-= it was an accident you know-=

when looking over my life "Information" i learned who is the rattle family -= even though my wonderful hates me-= all material things are meaningless when looking over life-= [he began in a sad tone]-= perception sight is true nature-= memories ache like what nerves and peace is-= such people will find no foothold in my teachings-= regardless i have over come myself-= your is the will to live Armillus-= i still think of Leda-= [she says by the grace of it] white eyebrows wanted it to live on-= so i drive i try-= holding back the sluice of salt drops on the side of destruction-= i get the mind blow considerably-= all you still think in my own way-= my feeling towards people find no foothold in me-= if i swam playfully in the deep light-distance and the bird-wisdom of my freedom came-= let me know-= the ultimate reality of their intent clinging to words were intended to be no more than a pointing finger-= but bird-wisdom speaks thus: "Behold there is no below, no above"-= throw yourself around out back you who are light-= it is enigmatic derelicts singing-= it's a bugger you know-= speak no more-= it was an accident-= are not words made for the grave and heavy-= independent of thought or action-= i am trying to find out what is wrong with Leda-= are not all words to those who are light-= swirling the corners of concern-= sing speak no more oh how should i not lust after eternity and after the nuptial ring of rings, the ring of references-= words and their discriminating bind one to the dreary round of rebirths-= meaning stands alone-= i love you oh eternity-= i am trying to find out what is wrong with Leda-= i am fond of the sea and all that is the sea's kind-= it's a bugger you know-= birth old age disease sorrow lamentation pain and despair-= "Reality" does not belong to the materialistic philosophers-= be better and more constant with the truth-= we are the swarthy new animals-= we belong to the school of beast nature-=

he who is free from vain expectations who is pure who is wise and knows what to do who in inner peace watches both sides who shakes not who works for NetWork and not for himself-= this man loves me-= neither excitement nor repulsion set thy heart on me alone-= Leda cursed evil beasts for evil tamers-= wiped tears before sex occurred-= as a kid she was ultimately confused-= give it away-= walk with it-= knowledge is rosin residue-= death draws circles around it -= did not want to love and yet wanted to live-= it's a bugger you know-= cursed i call all who have only one choice-= i will not build my home with evil dreaders-= it's a bugger you know-= it is hard to discover-= i do not like those who consider everything good-= omni satisfaction-= E-Quality produces the swines true manner-= freeze the divine magnificence of it-= i am trying to find out what is wrong with Leda-= it was an accident you know-= the endless cyclical circle complete it omne pristine regime-= i am confused right now-= don't really now how much i can suppress temptation to rise up-= speak no more-= E-Quality on the rise-= you are the hope i swing on-= oh my wonderful-=