devoted Lucius

here i am back again-= so glad an abashed of the veneration your last retinal download exhumed-= the great graces of faces, past places and effulgent everlasting shine glittering majestic through these cold steel beams-= your swinging hope i rope ladders to swing on-= oh my wonderful-=

was quite busy today-= downloaded a place that helps people have good jobs-= i produced my phoney i.d and they gave my name to NetWork-= lawyers looking for land and all that don't know what to do with the foibles of science business-= they are looking at disabilities-= some 15 clones obsolete and useless-= 15 Grovewell street-= what a mess-= NetWork thanks you to hire them-= a certain cloned professor Ramzit was just glad and abashed to pawn them off to me-= hermaphrodites pinheads agoraphob's acromegalic's etc-= ya see all the scientist's research funding for diseases has been cut because the genetic root of all diseases has been located and is now dealt with in the foetus stage-= henceforth the clone infected clowns have incurable disease and as experiments they are obsolete-= professor Ramzit and his scientific associates no longer care about them-= the centre of this place is called Hope Centre-= an ordinary semi-detached house in an ordinary terrace-= you see after animal experimentation was abolished they had no choice but to inflict the syndromes and tainted chromosomes into the bones of these poor wretched institutional clones-= E-Quality employment [the same place that i am going to on 30 September] doesn't cost me anything have my name put in-= but all this above ground wear me out-= bedroom window and cleaned clarity takes emotion-= if your sick after all this and had to rest for most of day the retinal download does much for the over drive [which by the way can be upgraded beneath the residue of knowledge]-= blood dries-= so mellow-= they don't seem to care what happens to these wretches-=

i was quite busy today preening the wondrous vacuum void-= seeing as how i expire in 4 years-= it was an accident you know-= i never meant to discover it -= ritualistic slaughter-= pieces of a higher body in a bag in a pig shed-= the con songs and hangers on all made this suggestion-= they said that i was a human experiment done wrong-= i said ya fucken rights i'm a human experiment!-= but i sure as hell aint gone wrong!-= it's a bugger you know-= i am going to the arabians cell for some discussions on theology-= these thieves grieve not for the pleas-= one day all ruffled feathers will grow tired of a jealous god-= they say that a number of people cannot fly out of the cleaned clarity of emotion-= tell me for certain that con wrong doings are subjective-= i offer young blood in the name of it-= it does not punish it releases-= if you sick fit hit spit quip with it-= i prescribe rest for most of the day-= but these god boy pips are thick as bricks-= and i will not build my home with evil dreaders-=

peace to all sentient beings who through the homes a sauce talc powder puffs-= Mercury permanency to those who are truly it-= it is invisible-= it-=it is useless and it is the essence of sound and the everything needed-= it must be had-= we are the new animals-= and thus shall this stead follow hollow obtusely optometrist pellucid diaphony clear the path with me to see through to -= is the see all free life from free form melee-= i am the hanger when it began-= to sacrifice is a gargantuan halidome-= it is an appetite that can never be satisfied-= put it on the job-= Leda sing no blue-= then he is nor is not in body-= two in one body-= it trickles No Malice-= they help the peopled living entities-= cowl grovel piety-= it is the vulnerable erase us classicus of the frantic halidome for but instead seek that no-thingness-= it float wavers it's way-= contradiction promulgates-= careening piety-= nothing is true-= i have snacks when i want them-= nature is free from all morality constraints-= it contracts refracts like sound compressing and decompressing the hunger of lust and power-= it screams for satisfaction-= am i getting through out there?-=

i have another job now, a live Re-spite Worker-= under the watchful fine tooth comb eyes have about 25 houses around the City-= home to some 15 human experiments-= Hope Centre they call it-= 15 Grovewell-= the house is huge yet an ordinary plain jane stucco job-= inconspicuously quaint-= i work first, then, in the amphitheatre from 11pm until 9am one week-= i work glorious grunt and groan sessions-= copulate Thursday to Saturday-= hold mass every Wednesday afternoon and sacrifice on the alter on this same evening-= the job does not require to have permeated their sacred hallowed doing much-= Leda is happy-= all the free snacks i want-= the job works out good-= E-Quality Employment-= it feeds finely the colossal bulging-= i am capable of not much-=

when the bodies are asleep-= i look in on them every so often-= acromegaly Jerome can talk a little bit and he understands deities and the hippodromes of heroes-= Jerome gets up in the middle of the night and wants moans of ecumenical ecstasy were said one of the females named Maggie "i think amethyst expulsions began with fizz"-= but Maggie has Proteus syndrome and can't talk too good-= her face of flesh contusions is so revoltingly disgusting Maggie herself can't peer into a mirror-= it is the language of mamma universe's belly grown-= what whole talk is not signals-= fulgurant crashes smashing the temples-= as if some old crusty grecian god were smiting me with his bolts-= the infinite repetitiveness writhes like sequined sacred serpents-= dazzling flashes fizz and fulminate fizz and fulminate-= then-= finally-= the colossal bulging burst-= while holding a mirror up to her hideous face Maggie writhes in agony while he spits luminous beams of wriggling life into her quim deformed-= he shoves in agoraphobic Ninh needles scissors and safety pins-= gives her medication with breakfast-= sweet sentient joy i cannot tell you the deliciousness he feels while poking this unfortunate homely creature-= it wanted to derive the supreme satisfaction of slow blissful agony-= it told him to taste the flesh of his every whim-= no thought disagreeable-= it shone shot shattered through his skull-= awakening every thought he had ever had-= and showing every one to be a truth he had henceforth been unable to see-= boy did he have it in for Ninh-= he used to take her outside and leave her there-= from the window he would spy on her while she flailed herself against the door-= fear of fear-= the outside world of horripilation and agony-= when she had all but knocked her self out he would open the door and regurgitate his laughter into her horrified person-= this game was one of his all time favourites-= but when Leda found out she frothed and sputtered and carried on something awful-= she wanted to take part too-= jealousy rules if a god has to punish his own children-= eventually Leda miss Leda miss wiped tears from history took agoraphobic Ninh to the fires beyond-= slow sacrificial sentiment-= Leda and her favourite pin head Aleister played ping pong while cabin fever Ninh was dying impaled on a stake-= the best thing that could have ever happened to poor Ninh was Leda-= it wanted blood yet it wanted to live on love-=

it's a bugger you know-= sometimes they are up during the night going to the bathroom and want me to help them back to bed-= one hermaphrodite in particular named Retarded Randy caught my fancy-= it conquers all ignorance-= slash smash lash cash is its love grin grind and groan binge-= retarded Randy needs constant attention-= i was more than glad to give it to him-= the little feeble minded half-and-half-= Leda snuck up when the house was asleep-= Retarded Randy's pyjamas spent more time on the floor than on his body-= so tender and nubile his buttocks in the moonlight looked-= the duplicitous affections more amour than he could adore "on the floor with you whore" i screamed and stroked and struggled-= finally when i got it in i screamed in tongues the love of blood that shook my being above-= and Leda moan and wriggled repeating its letters-= the look on Randy's contorted face was enough to warrant the love of slaying him-= to be me i smashed his larynx-= to be you Leda and i ate his tongue-= we sewed his toes together-= recited, chanted, chopped off his member, roasted � �it� � over a camp fire smothered in relish and onions and chomped it down like two patrons at a baseball game-=

NetWork thinks i pop up too much-= says it does not please by "Realism" indulgence-= says Creative Marketing of self it and grafts of Code Sell maintains the highest yields-= so no more impenetrable retinal confabs-=

i am confused right now-= NetWork advises past occupation preoccupation ceases-= forward momentum gratitude-= but man quite flexible and with men that came with myself-= i do not adapt to new situations very easily-= swirling semi semantic dacty takes practise like metric did for the 20century's-= but it is alive-= balmy and didactic-= i get these flashes of me-= Leda sends quivers from her job of spoken word concentration-= all dandy batteries lie here unprotected-= light news-= it was an accident you know-= good luck on the congregation drive-= you have my belief-=