thought i would write you and fill you in on the latest in hardware
concentration contradiction calamity-= seems the bug works of one leading warden
Bob lytle find the deepest hurts and constrict to conflict in the most
disagreeable manner-= October 28 i probe it-= a certain dr. Loller can conclude
by cardiology that the stress test repress tension heart palpitation is of the
utmost death defying defeat-= says i may expire before i retire-= you know eye
brows above the eyes and all that fear of death business-= boy i sure don't give
a rats ass-= clarity takes emotion-= rationality against instinct-= i imagine
people are hiding from me-= i see foggy shrouds of illumination-= jealousy reigns
if a god has to punish his own children-= seems that creepy cur of a death touch
wants my carcass before i'm done with it-= he can have it-= time is linear-= and
i'm already dead-=
it is useless and yet i'm am trying to find out what is wrong with Leda-=
one cannot learn flying into rope with ladders-= knowledge is the residue of
experience and i ought to know-= missing in action she shapes the coming aeon
peon-= swinging and singing the sweet swaying dirge she kisses the endless
cyclical circus and derives enigmatic joy from the mouths of aphids-= while she
trickle float wavers through the celestial sphere i wait for her-= hoping she'll
forgive as much as i forget-=
ah well-= freedom in the expression of turmoil moiling-= skulls of my own
croon with refractive cadences and song drafts of some simple combustible dirges
-= glistening glissandos drift up towards magnetic it-= hymns of chimes butter
sweet tinkles shining-= i can feel felicitous formulas concentrated into the
swirling monsoon abyss-= to the tsunami divinities-= to the elemental spirits of
some worthy sacrificial ends-= godless shapeless soundless divinities-= ugly and
evil creatures of two worlds-= holding up the layers of the sky-= your either a
madman or a genius-= anything else is just donkey pustules-= spreading fear in
an eerie abundance-= but there i go again-= loosing track of the linear-= i'm not
thinking straight-= with you but for the further understanding your desires require-= i shall bake the
nuances-= pedantries-= and other fickle fandango expressions and get down to grit
it and point of it-= though it is nice to talk impenetrably-=
it was Hope Centre middle times-= a fledging flock of fifteen disaffected
youth and guttersnipe commingled with some 15 obsolete clones infected with any
number of horrific diseases, syndromes and abnormalities-= and i had them all in
large but semi-detached house-= by this time many already beheaded lame pricks
tight tied had been bitten chewed shit spewed and spat out already-= Randy Maggie
Jimmy Jerome Andrew Ninh-= and then by succulent submission Leda let loose the
Prader Willi moose Bruce-= his problem was food-= never could leave that hungry
bugger by himself cause he'd polish off every morsel in sight-= carefully,
deliciously we fattened him up-= throwing in his pit chunks of pork beef and
applesauce-= sweet oh my wonderful fatty carcass-= turned meat into wine to dine
on the refined rhine of the Prader Willi moose Bruce-= the poor bugger had no
choice-= his infected disease caused him to gorge himself-= Leda and i play a
game where we watch him eat just enough to make himself sick-= then we cut off
his supply and watch him get sick in his pit-= he vomits chunky pieces and vile
bile-= an animal on his knees-= they are not people they are bodies-=
one Wednesday for a special afternoon treat we had Aleister the ping pong
playing pin head raise the six hundred pound Bruce out of his pit by crane-=
Aleister then tied him to the alter-and while Leda prepared the tools i
sharpened my fangs on the old clone bones of dead Ninh-= the idea was to slit
Bruce's scrotum open and play with his testies-= alas the worthful mouthful of
death's true chalk circle show flowed-= blobs of fat he did extract-= the air
compressing and decompressing with the sundry sultry sounds of licking lips and
coo's-= Leda miss Leda miss adroit clever leader entertained the troops by
juggling a finger bone of Ninh and the two sebaceous ball blobs of Prader Willi
Bruce-= the endless cyclical circus of animals on the loose-= sick sick sick-=
Aliester pranced around on all fours leaping up and down-= the whole flock
swooned with delight-= musical chunks of flesh and fat spat and sprayed like
sparks from his scalpel-= he was slicing and dicing with a symphonic robustful
lust when he began shouting-=
"you can't have happiness without tears!-= pain without pleasure!-=
knowledge of it is more important than breath!-= compassion my friends is nothing
but the practise of an illusionary superiority-= a happy man is a dead man-= do
not cringe at this grotesque monstrosity-= charity robs the home and a happy man
is a dead man-= he is not a person-= he is a body!-= people are no more than
things to it-= inanimate-= ciphers-= my friends, i say this to you-= forget what
you know and what you think you know-= knowledge is the residue of experience-=
it is no more morally wrong to sacrifice for it than it is for a man to cut off
the head of a chicken-= it is "Real" while humans are illusionary-= bask in
"Information"-= have snacks when you want them-= give any god a bad name and hang
him-= my friends it does not punish it releases-= does not death answer the
question-= will it ever end?"-=
to the utter roar and delight of the flock they were allowed to join in the
fatty feast-= the short sermon's words had purged and surged like venom into the
distressed minds of the nascent flock-= there wash exstactic slashing and blood
chunks and flesh hacks flying amongst the frenzy-= in an orgy of inspired
spiritual awakening the good china was brought out-= the flesh fried up
succulent-= fried up sweet-= we served it with carrots and onions-= made blood
gravy from the fat and the gristle-= sweet sentient awakenings i cannot tell you
the groaning pleasures the juice of Bruce inspired!-= the desire to eat the body
of an offering is the highest compliment-= we are the swarthy new animals-= poke
peering through the new optic-= careening bountifuly through the tesselations of
the grid-= all the carnal desires of the flesh scream out for the blood of
sacrifice-= beware it can make you cry-=
but enough of that safety in the past business-= to be a body these days
i'm on a special diet-= in a cage with no stimulation the violence to the mind
rises my Mercury to the rage-= thrashing dip down pith principal and hope-= death
near draws swirling machete circles neath the base of Yggdrasil-= it's a bugger
you know-= a body in a bag in a pig shed-= i am in the "Real" word of the
seemingly arbitrary butchery of retreat back into an imaginary world of ordinary
people-= one leading warden Bob Lytle questions everything-= tells the bulls to
increase tyranny-= concrete and steel strip searched shake down-= today the
downtown boys shined shine ola severe-= they danced the rigadoon pounce and pummel
and got down wind of the mash and grind-= made me swim none too playfully-=
jealous-= working class victims-= waving sociological banners in the name of just
us-= i expire in three years-= i hope i live to see it-=
you are the hope i swing on-= oh my wonderful-=
my fervent Armillus-=