joyous confederate-=

had an accident today Lucius-= slipped and fell while in the shower-= electronic revolution-= plugged in-= everything plugged in-= the dreamers and the doers-= the man of wisdom man of action frowning awake but dead-= isomerism in which the isomer change into one another with great ease so that they ordinarily exist together in equilibrium-= man of balance man of speed-= man of mockery-= man of sheltered shell shocked existence on the thrashing waves of the sea-= our vice becomes their virtue-= next time i'm bringing my own soap-=

well here i am back again-= good to have described your inner thrive once again however late the anticipation may arrive-= pain and wisdom-= no smoke mirrors see clearer than the soft velvet velour luring angle dust must sweep me blind-= if you know what i mean-= the strange games that go with these correctional pains take time just the same-= did Hermione wriggle her nose at the flowers?-= i feel your brains Lucius, my eternity soul looming-= yours is the plan i bow to-= no northern wind howls will you hear from a gust of me-= i give my sweater to better weather this storm of indignation-= my Mercury has cancelled quick as silver you slip on-= euphoria no more-= a certain dr.Loller has sizzled me toasty and the unfortunate mind blow considerably gave way to the mind splatter severe-= i expire in 2 years-= which reminds me-=

you asked me about shock treatments of which i had 15 or so back then-= shock treatment was brought back in the 30's because of the electronic revolution-= ya see at certain mental illness dumping grounds the motto "Blast em ta bits" was the favourite shoutable slogan-= it was called E.C.T or Electro Convulsive Therapy-= they wanted to control violent electrical impulses with electricity-= like a train meeting a train head on-= you know all that sizzle thrash and numb minded fricassee business-= fighting outburst with outburst-=

in and out of institutions-= couldn't make it on the outside-= i would have what they amorously referred to as flare ups-= a form of molten Mercury rising neath the obstreperous voice of it-= as a result of this chemical imbalance a nervous breakdown was found-= i was in the hospital for a month and soared on wings-= i don't remember some of the time i was there-= but i can tell you that for an E.C.T they give you a needle to dry your mouth out-= see your mouth needs to be dry our you'd choke on your own saliva-= they then wheel you into the operating room and have you lie down on a table-= they strap you in, and put a cap on your head-= the electricity runs through this cap and stimulates the brain-= nerve tinglers-= once you are settled they give you a needle, put a mask on your face, and ask you to count backwards from 10-= before you hit 6 they throw the switch-= like a jittery floppy flipping fin your contorted carcass thrashes around-= and while your squirming there they splash your flailing spasms with wine and water-= the wine having some symbolic theological blood connection or something-=

now, stick your finger in a light socket and there you have your therapy-= therapy mind you, not a cure-= you see cures put an end to things-= the chameleon germ churns like the words-= forever elusive digressions-= what was tomorrow today will be then was now-= you can't catch infinity-= but you can catch of a glimpse of insanity-=

anywho the next thing i remember i'm in the recovery room-= a pail white wall affair with sickly curtains-= i would awake groggy and delusional with a feeling that my very core had been ripped out like an apple-= the insides of my mouth were shredded from me biting the inside of my cheeks and i had usually soiled myself-= grievances-= i sure spend a lot of time with them-= walking drugged on the grounds-= after all any institute can do is medicate and keep them moving-= in order to function or do well-= but Lucius, i moved on up and out-= it is over it is done never ended never begun-= and that's my story-= oh my wonderful-=

last chance by any, have you found mamma universe to rehearse?-= any of those books about her must be reformed-= your responsible for the dialogue with the past Lucius-= our spiritual roots run well run river run deep-= for if you have any info could you?-= it is on your side and shoulders-= i have acquired a lot of new info for book of Gestalt-= it is the venerable everything-= history is the growing that it keeps just-= what was tomorrow was now will be then today-= to control the future is to understand the past-= i do not bother too much the classicus often-= to be a body they keep sending me more bits of limitation on what he can do when some "Information" on his fame sought-= ritualistic slaughter grandfather's name was Stewart-= have history of his life's gurgles-= meanwhile

i now have 15 different charts-= and it seems i now have to start making more-= i am also writing the vein matter of Gestalt which i piece together with some sermons and lectures and all the other things�= idle hands do conform to kill the curios cat-=

you asked me for past lash and "Information" on the free thinker who chooses not to have confronted with others who seek that which was passed on-= well here goes-= an animal delivered into a supposed civilised society-= he was a tall gangly lad with a perpetual naughty boy's smirk and a part of him had closed off before he was five-=

for remorse you have to have some emotional toilet paper-= or a singular sense of the way things ought to be-= or else killing is just like stealing and fighting-= things are the way you think due to Mercury levels-= the slippery lubricant of quicksilver does not stop at that-= he finally understood the untilled quicksilver leading all life-= from the first moment he chewed holes in his bed sheets and left bum wiped with the other children he realised that he was being scorned for his awkwardness-= he only had control of the pain in himself inside his dreams-= the grid inside was the most pleasant place to be-= ignored forlorn-= prone to flare ups-= he with girls to the frustration he felt-= i mean he was eleven when he found his sperm donor's stolen stash of attachment to what you think you are-= the beadlets it produced gave him a thrill-= aware of departure from that it penetrated his pores and he started having fits, flare ups-= a practical issue-= forget the way it ought to be-= he knew too that he would-= that this was where-= things had been that he had gone to school and mixed it up-= but he was different, he was an outcast and while establishing his first relationships and his growing affliction he realised that it was all riding on him seeing the pain of his victims-= although victims were not victims in the sense that they think of them-= to get his kicks knife and blows from all pain he felt secure and at home through the tangled torrid tempo-= they were objects which destroyed inner turmoil of it-= without guilt speck or mote-= forget what you know and what you think you know-= knowledge is the residue of experience-= he had snacks when he wanted them-= in the shadows the light of fire can burn-= while in the heat of fire the black of darkness soothe-= he frolicked complacently slashing, dicing and ravishing himself on the blood of whomever-= having no idea, no clue, no inclination, no care of how to justify his blood thirsty actions-= worse words have turned worms into terms-= in the heat the fires burn--= in the cold they thaw the bones chilled and alone-=

above ground i resound to tell you simple truths-= until next time Lucius my wonderful-=