elated Lucius-=

sat the long load of frivolity today-= see i could the way it melts the moments into grey fluttering flux-= so kind and aphoristic in nature-= i could almost dwell a functional rip tide to shake your same wonderful oh my Armillus-= your Hermione contingency seems fine indeed!-= such graceful humour you attach to the warm sensational windows Hermione has but peered through-= i give her my gracing now by personal download-= she is anxious Lucius-= feed this "Information" lust-= teach her the way of the new animals and all that weary of the old optic business-= i believe she's the one-= blood is the issue to groom her for-= transfer of life force to it-= to fuel the relationship with it-= keep the cyclical circle churning with the slippery lubricant of blood-= Hermione is that rare breed of feed eager for to concede-= through the primal shadows of consciousness she has travelled here to redeem us and restore us to the infinite comforting pleasures of knowledge through it-= groom her Lucius-= it has been done-= you must do it to prove it-= shave her head-= give her the showering attention of gifts and garnish-= lavish her ravish her-= in our community let her be the salient attracting all magnet-= well with others her home dwells the fruit of companionship-= let the flock of emotional clarity fauna flora fawn her-= to see her diaphony clear the way through me-= she has destiny's gentle hand on her shoulder-= necessarily our guidance be but a gentle lubricant-= slipping her gently into that tide of reverence-=

above all i have learned to relish its sanctified heritage-= to find comfort in the pleasures of the past-= to wonder wander through the ancient consciousness and feel alive at the gates of comprehension and equilibrium-= for what one does not understand nags at his head till his nervous systems either implodes or explodes causing all sorts of biochemical melt downs-= a certain dr. Loller sucks my Mercury dry which arises just fine E-Quality by a jumble bit of lie-= and "Realism" cure me toasty-= for most of the afternoon-=

now here i feel it is time to unveil to you the rites and meaning for the sacrifice-= for the entire duration of her guidance Hermione must write

"MY BODY IS AS HELPLESS AS THE PLEASURE THAT HASTENS LIFE'S SPEED"-=

she must do so three times a day-= writing backwards and forwards on the same piece of paper till she creates a weaved text grid of magical protection-=

"DEEPS S'EFIL SNETSAH TAHT ERUSAELP EHT SA SSELPLEH SA SI YDOB YM"-=

then on the day of offering this sacramental paper of obsequious absolution is burnt upon the alter-= the layer of vindicating ash protecting the body from falling backwards-= tumbling turvy through the grid-= doomed inevitably to begin the begin of time again-=

the sanctity of sacrifice-=

compassion my friends is nothing but the practise of a chimerical supremacy-= sacrifice is neither a punishment or an excuse for a bloodletting-= on the part of the sacrificer it is a sincere desire to appease it-= to be at peace with it-= on the part of the offering it is not a punishment it is a reward-= there is in fact no greater honour on earth than to be sacrificed in the name of it-= blood is truly the only gift we can offer it-= it is no more wrong to have snacks when you want them than it is to go on a fast-=

of all the belief systems it gains the most notoriety for blood thirsty festivities-= perhaps because it is the most closely observed but also because it is the most successful explanation and is therefore in a position to obtain large numbers of suitable participants-= the strategy is to groom as many of the nascent as possible-= transport and slaughter at the hands of the most awesome priest [in this case you Lucius]-= it is not satisfied unless served constantly with human blood and in particular human suffering-= a constant supply of flesh is needed for appeasement-=

a member is chosen and bestowed the honour of representing it for a year during which she or he lives in luxury with all that they require-= but at the end of their time of edification they are escorted to the alter where they supplicate with gentle genuflection and are dealt with in any manner of delicious manipulative ways-= the offering must be delivered to the idyllic eternity of it with no tears shed-= no bitter animosity-= it must be fully willing to give her blood to the ubiquitous it-= sacrifice is for the purpose of divination-= to burn at the bark base of Yggdrasil-= only through the offering of blood does the future flow-= in death throes agony depicts events as they run on the grid of swirling complexity-= up and out of the roots and trunk holding up the layers of the sky-= blood peels the layers of shrouded ignorance and programming-= entry to its favour requires constant feeding-= without blood the door is slammed shut in the desert of fear and remorse-= it gives blood and asks for some in return-= benevolent favour arises from the dearest life plug of death-= let it flow and knowledge is released-= blood's sluice destroys "Reality's" ruse-= tomorrow was now today then will be was now-= to be allowed the divine diving board leap into the grid of ever after swells the honour of essential magnitude-= like swallowing the sweetest honey or nuzzling the cutest puppy the reward is unimaginable by human codes of bliss-= it does not punish it releases-= regurgitate the laughter and all that melt the flesh of indignation business-= it reduces all possibilities into combinations of comparatively few-= all becomes one-= the swirling actually stops once you've left the flesh-= only when all flux has halted can one truly be able to recognise the frivolity of all that has come previous to it-= the heart stops-= the word stops-= with a dead body there is no blood splashing-= the agony of the flesh ceases and the bliss of ether existence begins-= sacrifice is like heading to the ski slopes before the snow melts and still being able to board the powder like a fiend-= to give yourself to it can only bring reward-= givers get-= got it?-=

-=rites of procedure for sacrifice-=

when the year of grooming has ended-= the ceremony of the obliteration of beauty commences-= wearing the customary orange rayon jump suit the flock is rounded and herded up into the hall-= once they are settled and seated closely together the blessed offering appears from the back of the room-= the offering is to be entirely naked except for the weaved text grid of protection that it wears open upon its chest-= the most awesome priest and the four sacrificers make their entrance naked as well and scoot in behind the offering creating a triangle-= with the offering at the tip of the triangle the group makes its way slowly through the flock and towards the platform-= once there the most awesome priest and the sacrificers humble themselves before the offering-= bowing great graces in reverence-= the most awesome priest then unravels a weaved text grid of the proverb truth "it is the venerable everything"-= and displays it to the flock and the offering-= he then takes the offering's sacramental paper of weaved text grid, places it along with his upon the sacrificial alter and sets flame to both while chanting with the flock

"our vice becomes their virtue-= the endless cyclical circle draws circles around the playgrounds of the living-= all is not what it seems"-=

when the flames have died down and nothing but the ashes remain the most awesome priest descends from the platform followed by the sacrificers and the offering-= the four sacrificers then seize the offering one on each limb and lower it on to the ash covered alter-= the offering then is instructed to chant "a body within a body of bodies" until the awesome priest plunges the ceremonial dagger into its chest, digs out the heart and holds up the bleeding mass as an offering to it-= the sacrificers then converge upon the limp body of the offering and begin slicing pieces of sweet flesh-= blood is collected in a goblet and the flock at this time is invited to come up to the platform and be smeared and spattered in the face with this most precious liquid-= through the blood of the offering the flock member is purified-= can make a closer connection with the venerable it-=

once all and sundry are consecrated and surfeited with the blood of the offering-= the most awesome priest raises his arms, shouts

"you can't have pain without pleasure-= happiness without tears"-=

then he allows the blood soaked flock to engage themselves in a raging bacchanal feast of flesh-=

see to it that you follow these to a t when the time comes-= Hermione deserves the best the rest can offer-= a body within a body of bodies-= entwined in the vines of her great graces we can only excel-=