gifted friend-=

Armillus, the year's aggressive rag tag drags-= my freedom of affection goes without saying-= for without your skills of mind mastery and strength of depth perception-= it may lay unknowingly idle-= aching unbenounced-= like a nagging pebble neath the lumpy backs of misery-= keep it company Lucius-= increase its numbers with awareness-= if the mountains will not move you must smash them down-= move them for it-= influence without luck-= kissing goes by favour and your lips are the hope i swing on-=

was quit busy today-= went and read some antediluvian literature about strength between contingencies-= the books of the gods we still curse has triumphed-= no short chop recipe of immediate action or revenue-= nothing but blind belief-= then-= to top it off-= nerve upon nerve-= the prison priest says on my last day of body awareness he wants to administer some of his pious mumbo jumbo-= hah!-= what's with these modern day sophists-= there used to be a time when something either meant something or nothing and you knew it-= these jokers now carry on in an infinite blathering of one dimensional thinking-= pontificators of dreadful influence-= spreading buttery lies of ascetic conformity-= i will not build my home with evil dreaders!-= grievances-= i tell you Lucius i have stood with my hand raised before the cradle-= but never ever have i ever slapped-=

speed up the progress with Hermione-= train her-= mark her-= i want to download all the "Information" you have-= i am in requirement of your subsidiary contribution to be my voice-= listen up Armillus-= flooded with the inspiration from disgust with general morality-= i have composed a new sermon for Wednesday-= in memory of Leda-= in honour of Hermione-= check it out-=

-=pleasure through punishment-=

pleasure for man is not a pots and pans operation-= there is an inherent psychological need for it-= pleasure is the salt on a flavourless life-= while pain mechanism are organized by a barometer of health-= it is the widest sense of "Reality" that makes the toll keeper yawn-= make a virtue of life-= have snacks when you want them-= listen and learn-= the reward and need for tawdry tinkering keeps a metaphysical shop mobile-= man is the only animal who truly laughs-= forget what you know and what you think you know and your shop will be successful-=

it shall have a saying-= and that saying will be "loving the insignia of failure is a necessity to he who will act the same in the face of success-= he may then destroy death"-= through tough chuff we don't miss much-= clarity takes emotion and the balanced man experiences the value of combined looking-= you can't have this state of enjoyment or catch an old bird with life unless you have the sense that life lasts-= perhaps i know best why man is in principle acting as a personality that brings injury so that the pleasure path upon these seas of what is excruciating are beneficial to his life-= for he who pays the piper achieves values, pleasure, till the well runs dry-= till the cobbler stabs his stick-= enjoyment is an act and can be asserted because successful action hums the tune of beatitude-= he must choose the values that are mechanisms and will work accordingly to that which determines what a man of choice values-= and ultimately the emotional payment for truth is to continue on through the bliss born out of pain-= the metaphysical meaning of the individual is nothing apart from the whole-= pleasure to man is the state of unorganized stimulus-= pain is that surging blood pump of ecstasy that has become wrongly associated with a negative sensation-= "Reality" depends on his values-= it is the fragrant experience of his perfumes of enjoyment that give him his wealth of ideas-= efficiency of sensations is his competent plausibility-= the act of "Reality" is to see that his perception is organized in such a way as to deal with his facts and sensations-= or if you will-= he is charmed by it's values to live-=

simplicitly the belly goes for the throat-= pain is the feeling that entices one to reflect on it's likeness to "Reality"-= our body works better as a slave-= try for example saying that "my body is as helpless as the pleasure that hastens life's speed"-= go on say it-= now, any further sense of efficiency pain will weed itself out-= your body is helpless-= you know it-= they know it-= the whole conglomerate confederation of contradiction knows it-= so good ahead inflict some pain!-= life is a value and the good masters are as emotional as fuel-= one cannot fly into ladders with rope-= we are a body with in a body of bodies-= staying absent-= staying present in the swirling cyclical cyclone circus-= the experience of pain is not the feeling against himself-= on the contrary-= it entails an efficient adrenalin surge so pain and the emotion mechanisms are like electronic experiences in his own person-= the senses that urge him toward destruction-= once again, the bliss born out of pain-=

yes-= well there you have that one-= whipped it off pretty quickly in the head last night-= tossing and grumbling silent auctions of quickening satori-= may your voice carry the emotions the words represent-=

you asked me for more "Information" on my genealogical endeavours-= safety in the past and all that regurgitate the laughter business-= well here goes-= he was on a different wave length-= a drifter a loner-= barely had his licence for more than a year-= travelling around in a beat up volkswagen-= he awoke one morning after sleeping under the stars out somewhere in the bush-= while performing his morning urinary functions and soaking in the lush environment he spotted a strange looking heap about 2o yards from him-= as he strolled toward the curious object it soon became apparent that it was a naked dead man-= he stopped at the body and stared-= the victim had been carved and mutilated-= had slashes all up and down it's stomach and both of it's lips had been cut off so that it appeared to be smiling-= as he stared, the young man felt a strange twitch of familiarity-= it was nothing new-= he had seen all sorts of mutilated corpses from his father's stroke and poke films-= but this was his first "Real" dead body-= the sheer authenticity of it all charmed him immensely-= "Reality" tapped him on the shoulder-= the young boy had turned around and answered-=

from then on the thought of murder gave him a terrible shaking-= now if ever he saw a lonely person he would walk with a limp-= like a slim sylvatic beast-= he would then gag bag or drag them into the woods for the old taunt and torture routine-= for to kill something gives one magot mouths and tangy worms who wish for better than getting your rocks off-= the worm tongues see with no worm worn eyes but are reborn in paradise-= and after all he has killed-= he soon learned that with a dead body there is no blood splashing or slo-motion stump of my neck-= deriving enigmatic joy slashing at people and inventing a number of crazy creations-= and wonder no wonder there's thunder-= dumping bodies over bridges where even water gets dried up and spit out-= dreamed about doing the perfect murder-= a body in a bag in a pig shed and all that regurgitate the laughter business-= yeah i subtly remember those days--= sausage blood spilled over sunny carcasses of sighs-= it was a fresh time-= a my time-= a chance to swim in the disease unfettered by constitutional angst grime-= ah but the bitter smell of the past laughs with the sass of a lass-= to understand the past is to control the future-= the past lasts-= pretty heavy aint it?-=