Armillus my wonderful

dropping you a download to tell sweetly you of book Gestalt-= the hangers for meat downs no ups retractable cuts-= especially like sing softly my love sing softly-= through rings of worms Gestalt communicates certain clarity-= must work harder-= one leading warden Bob Lytle has cut much slack these days-= so word flow get the book on the go-= it communicates slippery lubricants of private language-= lubricates co-operation transport-= also separates the nuances for a short bit-= must dig deeper-= always deeper-= in aide of constant return-= it is here we weather the storm fanatical-= it is in the water words wriggle best-= i hope to learn to wash well when the shifts occur-= worse words have turned black birds to worms-= i worry from burns about the words and their meaning-= worms were hiding from me-= poetry shoves death down your throat-= cured my hiccups before the second line-= one point of pondering the conditioning social structure servility-= it's like marbles between the words and the image-= sometimes ya gotta say it just plain say it and spit it out-= consequences draw death circles around the living-= wake up one morning-= all morning one water essence of absence-= to be me to be you to be they to be them to be scared to be sane to be awakened one morning by the shrieking of demons-= NetWork has me on file-=

now-= take part in this notion-= wearing a clean gun Leda faces the future-= thirty three cahoots-= it's a bugger you know-= to be in a trance-= sexual operations puss and blood apparatus-= members we picked up off of the street [disaffected youth and guttersnipe]-= were also killed-= new attack explosion-= confrontational popularity-= strolling mort of slippery lubricants-= her father came from a dysfunctional killing-= she could never get a break-= caught me dancing the fish finger-= cried to give it up-= began scrawling scars on her arm -= it is the rattle attackers massacre and the last of Leda's life gurgles-= it is the vulnerable after hours killing of everything-= do not think incredulously of it-= more than 50 body electric civilians compete-= Leda is the prismatic dew drop dropping-= Leda has me to be humbled-= let's me know when i swim too playfully-= nothing wrong with snacks for free-= however something was wrong with Leda-= we fought, i laughed-= she shot clean through the skull of misguided ignorance-= proof that the consciend makes fools of us all-=

you asked me to write about my now then ritual of Hope Centre rituals-= well here goes-= it was miserable operations-= puss and blood-= near now back binding Blinking Way back in 2043 at 15 Grovewell-= [let's bask in "Information" shall we]-= Mercury has level levelled off-= in charge of all facilities-= i get the mind blow considerably-= today tasty miss Leda wears bright red lipstick and short skirts-= her expression is defiant and she carries a gun tucked in her skirt-= no heavenly barbed wire float the window-= the act of sacrifice entices others to reflect its likeness-= i choose who falls in the name of -it= death for it is not a punishment-= it's a reward-= sacrifices are actually reproductions for it-= extinguishment of life without guilt speck or mote-= in the extremity of its influence any violent act seems to offer promise of release-= Leda and i kept Jimmy the agraphob and spina bifida case gaffer taped in the basement for a month-= strapped to a rack his clone crippled crumply ass shat in fear-= while driving needles into his scrotum Leda inserted cotton wool soaked with methylated spirit into his anus and lite it-= Jimmy's worst nightmares come true-= polluted without sympathy this frightened bugger's hair turned white-= the nascent flock watched in awe-= in spirit it cleared it with wit binding merit-= non-plus drop jaw agape in awe at what they saw-= the slavering flock lips soon swooned-= atrocious foaming at the mouth-= desire and pleasure explode with the infliction of pleasure-= lust penetrates and deviates-= the flock attainted bliss and beatitude through Jimmy's immolation-= for it cares not for reason-= no guilt force remorse or pangs of mad sadness-= you see blood flesh tests careen bountifully at the glib feet of it-= yet it is not a monster gorging-=

sadly though Jimmy still refers to the whirling vacuum it with ignorance-= so after Leda's torture i inserted anally this sacred text-=

"jealousy reigns if a god has to punish his own children-= it is the vulnerable everything-= it is the venerable everything"-=

it is useless and yet i got him to believe it-= these words of relentless glowing shone skin bone through Jimmy-= "suffering is more certain than happiness" screamed his feeble flopping head-= in the end of the beginning he succumbed to the sanctified presence of it-= a lifeless human being-= that lucky scoundrel sputtering the last of life's gurgles-= he left us with some awfully fond memories though-= if you know what i mean-=

after the film store sacrifices and the Hope Centre rituals we were swarmed with grievances from the scientific communities-= the assailants storm very agitated if things did not go accordingly-= but something caught me-= or was it caught Leda-= anyway we hide-= hid among the bulrushes-= i image in people were hiding from me-= massacres come arbitrarily to those who wait-= screaming with a stress test they have you on the run-= Network found the body of the real Re�spite worker�= the angry embarrassed agencies of one professor Ramzit came knocking-= they had felt a shift in the consciousness of the grid-= i was far too above ground to reach down to their communtiy program-= i had fooled them-= they didn't take too kindly to ruse-=

my heart is healing hideaways above Mercury-= violence has no logic-= we run from the deep scars society-= my plan was complete retreat omne pristine but Leda miss Leda she grovelled and grimaced-= started weakening-= ill repute repent-= all was not well-= we had been found out-= by now all clones were gone-= sent to the fires beyond-= to be enraptured by its omnipotent arms-=

so ya see i can squeeze it out more and more-= it's like a bunch of subway cars are rushing past your eyes-= every car is yellow-= but occasionally a red one whips by-= ah-= tintinabulations tinkle in your sensory regions-= E-Quality rises-= natural "Realism" high ascends-= panting pellucid ambrosia pulchritude-= you gleam satori pith epiphany-= clarity takes emotion-= pellucid diaphony to see past the giraffe's knees-= optometrist appointment Oct. 25-= must see more red subway cars-=

i am getting better at remembering-= "Realism" cure me toasty-= still, the last of life's gurgles is a horrible invention-= when its time touches i get the mind splatter severe-= way beyond the mind blow considerably-= today Miss Leda wears bright red brick lipstick thick-= i remember her pillow-= she gave birth works of the killings-= genealogical homicide they called it-= you shouldn't worry-= clarity takes emotions-= one cannot rope flying to learn ladders-= i have snacks when i want them-= of course a radio [you remember them]-= would tickle the weary ears-= i have divided in you my Armillus-= your possible-= i hope you learn to wash well-=