haven't heard from you in a while-= the meat that hangs my bones has been
aching for your retinal download-= since our last touch i have gather carried
certain "Information" regarding history-= it's a bugger you know-= i have a hard
time obtaining the above ground clarity to divide in you-= most times these lines
are whacked out in secret as fast as my brain can speak them-= still i await the
quivering of more-= to be here-= he who had some papers that on were written
letters of everyday ongoings-= mainly about our great it-= the spiritual roots
of my people lie deep-= to be here-= follow hard on the heels of-= for years on
one can trace ancestry back to that which neither had to back up further because
most things have no beginning-= if you know what i mean-= a middle with out end
had been lost-= when his sperm provider had caught his porn flick fandango and
paid the price of blood for it-= he fled and spent the remaining years of his
youth on the streets-= he lived on garbage and prostitution-= sold his flesh to
the flecks and wretches who pray on young meat so fresh-= the dark groping for
the darkness-= he began committing thefts and burglaries-= he was intelligent,
introverted, bad tempered and at the ripe age of fourteen he had a well developed
sadistic streak-=
it was during these reckless times that the boy discovered the
epistemological delights of the library-= began spending his days perusing
through the dusty greats of literature-= and although at first he understood very
little of it-= there soon appeared what he called "a stirring"-= certain tsunami
satori's were sprouting-= the "Information" in these books gave him some answers
or at least enticed him to reflect on his surroundings-= from literature he moved
to philosophy-= not just memorising passages but applying them to his everyday
ongoings-= he wanted perfection of mind, supremacy of being-= to achieve the
overman status-= and though he may have still been a confused angry loner who
sought refuge in thievery drugs and violent sex games-= he was soon able to boast
of a considerable amount of "Information"-= and bask in the vast assortment of
possibilities that the semiotic flicker of "Information" offered he did-=
from here he fell in with a fanatical youth organization called Exit Road-=
he had stumbled upon it's headquarters one day while panhandling out front of
it's doors-= a group member enticed him in with the offer of food-= Exit Road as
it turns out was to be a formidable influence on the boy's life-= the groups' new
century motto was "all systems go"-= words of a space age axiom that promoted the
self and all its possibilities-= the leader was one umbrageous Paul Shackey-=
a squinty eyed phallic symbol who took a shine to the young boy-= alas, he began
in a sad tone, all was not what it seemed-= the boy fled the group as he had fled
his sperm donor, under the auspices of tragedy and horror-=
but there still i have over come myself that far-= dug deep crevice deep
for the dusty truth-= "Information" is vulnerable contradiction-= its family is
locus lacuna back over one hundred years to follow the footsteps of the wise back
further-= it took quite a fulminate and rejuvenate to create this family of thugs
and buggers-= but through it-= sluice through it-= made the program stick-= now
i let you frowzy mammalians know the origin of it-= through reason i found that
this relentless glowing [this takes a bit of axis alliance] was shat out gruntily
by a lady-= and that gestation was a mellifluous occurrence-= it was before it
wasn't!-= incomprehensible infinity!-= death drawing circles around the base of
Yggdrasill-= is it nothing?-= must it be heard to be had?-= it matters not-=
forget what you know-= forget what you think you know-= if you know what i mean-=
it is the vulnerable everything-= it is the venerable everything-= have snacks
when you want them-= learn to wait-= bask in "Information"-= i made this dream
slaughter work for ten years-= it wants more and nothing less-= to be present-=
to be weary of the old optic-= sickness in body strength in mind-= a body in a
bag in a pig shed-= to go on a killing spree spreading awareness of temporal
anachronisms-= to be me to be you-= its genealogy is ecumenical-= all � �it� � and
nothing more never was never will be anything less�= i have enough in my head to
write volumes of it-= its story awaits my ambition-= Gestalt shall be set free
on the world for all to rejoin in it-= trust my vocational influence-= i'll send
you what i have when i have it-=
started working at the film store-= a certain control curiosity by the name
of Ed Vardy-= i was working 5 hours from 2pm until 7pm but i was discovering
everything-= see he see set the smoking boss man free and hired me for no
uncertain circumstances-= the squeak blinks of hollow rinks shone warm on my form
as films of any porn were reborn before mine eyes like the phallic phoenix
rising-= one day it was a day to see the film with the j-= in through the film
store some gaudy guy he strolled-= it was a we time a strange time-= a time when
the mind of him was gaining control and i had no choice but to engage this
customer in charm banter and manipulation-= seems he bought hook line and
thinker-= we with Leda left-= Leda knew she knew too that only two would come out
alive-= still she thrive on the vibe no matter to whom it may apply-=
ended up somehow in his bedroom-= lights dim full of piss vinegar and gin-=
i let him roll-= she let him dole out whatever lubricious slit lust this young
pervert could dish-= Leda lapped and i wasn't so sure she wasn't swooning-= this
guy had any manner of dildo grit and grease grim manifest festering itself around
the shelf of his hovel-= i mostly observed as he did his thing-= but he
tauntingly raged emphatically-= calling me to thrash out lash lick and slit the
kindly throat of impatience-= he was not the same since-= in the bed the throat
bled-= with a dead body there is no blood splashing-= this guy bled like a pig
to market-= a body in a bag in a pig shed-= when i ripped through his wallet i
found a card certifying this salacious bugger as a live in Re-spite worker-= that
was it that was my ticket-= a job from NetWork they could not refuse-= i was in
like flynn-= we dumped his shattered carcass in a pig shed and went on to bigger
and better things-=
devoted Armillus-=