Armillus-=

i call upon your great graces in a number of ways-= in this cage with no stimulation the mind frays, grazes, the body decays and the eyes gaze for days at nothing but 4 walls of concrete and steel-= no sunlight stimulation-= my wonderful Armillus, it grieves the heavy load of temptation to fail fall and froth-= if not for you my Luke of proof to truth i could not-= my above ground resounds around to pass on to you the new proverbial scriptures of it-= but just now armed with batons and stun guns the bulls they stroll-= my above ground here sneak could be scented-= let me dip down a little and spell to you some other arrangements-=

Leda cursed all who have only one choice to become evil beasts or evil tamers of beasts-= i should know-= all men are in a false position until they have realised their possibilities and imposed them on other men-= among my home cursed i call out all who must always wait-= they offend his taste-= it all and less it-= do you describe no beginning-= a middle through all the wardens and bulls and other feeble minded experiments-= verily i too have learned to wait thoroughly out but only to wait for myself-= i mean shit, i expire in 4 years-= above it all though i have learned to stand and walk and run and jump and climb and dance-= no matter how hard the stung may sting-= the method itself is always the biggest thrill-= and since consistency is the hobgoblin of fools this is my doctrine-=

"he who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and limp and dance-= one cannot fly into flying with rope and ladders-= i have learned to climb it"-=

pleased so esoterically to walk with your timing Armillus-= may the scriptures hang from your knee caps and go from many a window with swift legs to it-= you see jealousy reigns if a god has to punish his own children-= it masses no malice-= slippery lubricant!-= vice or virtue-= grinning gog and magog god jealous of his own people hanging out with other deities-= my spirit shall not thrive with man-= promulgated as the true meanings of the Apocalypse!-= hah!-= i am unconscious of any difference between head and foot-= the quivering quim of it learns to wait-= my home dwells unwell with evil dreaders-= i have snacks when i want them-= asceticism is a fetter around the throat of nature-=

i have located antediluvian gardens of troubled ancestors-= assorted derelicts, bottom feeders, wretches of such unmitigated stupidity and pitiful histories that it soils the great name of my family Jurell-= probably get some salt and sex of the sea for it though-= you see the past recasts the future and little lambs eat ivy-= i had some letters written in German-= rain is infinity, old water, one water, translated they contain reuse again-= the infinite repetitiveness-= comfort in the past-= they have a form of the eyebrows above the eyes-= if you know what i mean-= i have the name of a man who may very well be my grandfather-= and yet it wanted to live on love-= i have become neither beast nor tamer-= mostly i just sit around and browse the news sites-=

i am busy now composing parish proverbs and other traditional miscellany-= my home cursed i called on those whom i obtained the books from and requested more "Information"-= they gave me records and i found out about things-= there are a lot of mean people out there-= desperate to cling to a rock-= and merrily i too have learned to wait-= but what a sickness it was-= seems cannons explode-= sharp shooters slice-= i imagine people are hiding from me-= there was chimera amidst the fatuous hordes-= but let me tell you the true secret-= seems i can creep out once in a while without it knowing-= i have snacks when i want them-= although i may be too bold-= nature's survival show revolves on the family spindle [Leda says] like some gooey trot hole bum hole show-= still, some people find no foundation in my teachings-= that's why i'm composing this new book Gestalt-= Gestalt clarifies it as the vulnerable everything-= the venerable everything-= that before it there was it-= the endless cyclical circle swirling sunami infinity one water old water used reused recycled reissued-= it feeds on this-= i explain one cannot fly into learning with rope-= happiness without tears-= death without life-= joy without agony-= the book of the gods we curse has got to go-= no tolerance nor grievances-= it all and nothing more-= still on first draft-= will send you what i have when i have it-=

now that i've found me NetWork says i can go back to Jerome home-= no more at the core is the apple of discord-= says i now have my job once more-= Leda is proud-= when i arrive at 15 Grovewell-= a large but semi�detached home for some 15 obsolete sick clones-= i just look in on them every so often to make sure they are ok-= then they are here many a night going to the bathroom and i feel i must help them with the new knowledge-= things like middle of the night shouts and bouts-= odd little diddles, fond fondling, cutest cuddles and all that panting pine pet and wrath business-= the NetWork has a female named cabin fever Ninh�= she is an agoraphobic giddy goat and has most of the third floor to herself-= she has a fear of fear-= she hates to be touched which gives him swoons and chimes of tunes harmoniously calling him to pounce-= Ninh is prone to crying spells, feelings of hopelessness, and a general mopy attitude-= often times she is up at night cowling in corner-= i look in on them every so often to make sure they are okay-=

the knotty body of Jerome's syndrome is acromegaly which means he is so tall he is hard to understand when he whispers-= i am slowly slithering salacious thoughts-= good to be busy-= idle idealogy filled me no small happiness to flicker business-= it was an accident-= it abides no marble mouth mumbles-= to be you-= to stay-= Jerome spoke-= so i had to for the sake of the dream-= Leda said good-= with a dead body their is no blood spillage-= slowly the dream was becoming "Reality"-= wake up-= Mercury was cooled by a certain dr.Loller-= confused right now-= that's all-=