divine Lucius

here i am back again-= good to have climbed your last notice locally-= the flock photos you sent massaged the memory glands special-= all those faces and past places-= minus equals grievances-= those days of gory glory and power sorority-= have dreamed of the next hideaway to sleep bad-= in hiding from the wicked i wait-= wicked thick nightmares screaming proof of pustules one and all-= i wait for their notice-= cell sleep and clone sheep the waves seep and chrome leeks-= all i get is bureaucracy and the nagging pendulum twitch-= death walk is all talk-= one leading warden Bob Lytle is waiting for me to crack-= i expire in 3 years-= let him eat toast-=

let me first explain while me above ground is impenetrably good-= it is a short shop union-= the boys they curse and weep-= today the onions grew-= and the shower thugs stole all the towels-= i cracked one science bug bitch over the head with a pipe-= got me a towel-= no bullshit about it-= see here-= thug life resides -= it is useless but presently existent-= i get the mind blow considerably-=it sets it straight-= crime is the soul of it-= lust penetrates-= depravities-= and i'll kill any brave faced fool who thinks incredulously of it-= prisons are cold dehumanizing places-= assassins, murderers, inmates with minds of mush-= no sunlight stimulation-= nothing but dangling cocks poking and stroking looking for a greasy hole to relieve themselves in-= in "Realism" camp you better forget what you know-= what you think you know-= fear is the residue of horror-= it offered me no small happiness flicker to rip the rib cage out of this one bitch-= who thought he could bend me over his greasy mighty shoulder-=

in a cage with no stimulation the violence to the mind raises Mercury levels to rage-= badly bleeding blisters bubble beaten batty by the baton brandishing bulls-= they question everything-= concrete and steel strip searched shake down-= all reports look bad bad-= hence forth and so on and so forth today the bull honk boys shined shine ola severe-= they danced the rigadoon pounce and pummel on my mug-= they made me swim none too playfully in their disease-= jealous, working class victims-= all waving sociological banners in the name of just us-= i expire in 3 years-= hope i live to see it-=

the screaming of the screaming-= i can hear it even in sleep-= no relief-= nothing-= it claims me over and over as a salivating slave-= though "Realism" cure me toasty-= "Information" takes emotion-= one can't rope into flying with ladders-= the last of life's gurgles-= i have snacks when i want them-= eyebrows above the eyes and all that business-= see how i digress-= they think me batty-= fine fine and still better-= the endless cyclical circle drawing circles around the living-= what was then was now will be tomorrow today-= i kill for it-= i'll kill again for it-= Leda took away what shouldn't have existed for it-= Jerome geronimo slash and grin slice and win-= the job lent itself to violence-= it spoke alive with the blood of the living-= sacrificial music blared triumphantly-= it careened prismatic and sensuous-= sensuous slaughter salaciously sentenced-= the Hope Centre sacrifices were delicious-= with endless pleasurable pride Leda assisted my devilish spine tinglers-= to have landed such a job-= such a woman-= such a sophistry-= was more than enough licence to indulge in licentious and lewd languishing-=

landed a job as a Re-spite worker working for human experiments gone wrong-= some 15 clones-= obsolete since the genetic root of all disease have been found-= nothing now but an embarrassment to professor Ramzit and his staff-= sado masochistic sex slaying-= the forlorn corners of sedulous seriousness savagely blown then chopped up impetuously under the ecumenical influence of it-= the entire household-= some 15 clones and a small but growing flock of disaffected youth and guttersnipe-= sweet sentient awareness pushes needles through the eyes of the top of your cranium and bursts forth a sex scandal of divine sunshine-= saffron gamboge sunflower-= it supports the layers of the sky-= the body of agoraphobic Ninh spread across a bloody alter-= it supports the carnelian carcass of Proteus syndrome Maggie-= hanging upside down in the basement-= [she took a week to drip dry]-= it will stick with you-= abra cadaver sinew-= here is sodom religion thus somnolent-= it is not laconic it is drinking blood-= i am on a different wave length-= bubble bombs burst balloon ritual sorority unregrettable happenings there!-= floating on a lily in a calm pond-= as soon as a he saw a lonely person he would walk with a limp-= like a sylvatic beast he would drag gag and torture them with barbaric brutal rituals-= the children he obliterated suffered for the visions of it-= it is no more morally wrong to sacrifice for it than it is for a fox to kill a rabbit-= twitch boy suicidal survival in the vacuous vacuum void-= the plural plenum first slayings-= in order to lure flock members Leda would talk to some down and out using our best line-= "excuse me, i would like to invite you to a real cool church my friend and i go to"-= this hilarious come on worked enough to keep the flock flourishing-= and so there we are-= at 15 Grovewell street with a growing devoted flock and 15 or so wretched hapless clones-= all at the mercy of it-= who could ask for more?-=

i leave for you these waddling words-=