Is there a way to go about it in a reasonable manner?

What is it? I don’t know, man. They don’t pay me t’ think. They don’t pay me at all. Horus Pentangle. Like that line by the senile twenty dude messiah, “for what you ain’t”. Oh. So now we do the code thing. Nah. Never. I prefer the military codes, myself. That alpha shit and all. If you read it side glance style you see Naples. I like music.

Coil – The Squirming Coil [Contempo].

Hopeless destruction. I have a callous on my finger tip and I can’t tell where it is falling. It must be one of those special onces.

[Flashes beauty pumpkins between delicate boats, nose for sail, etc.]

I fell in trove with the hopeless and mindless violence because I am already dead. So I hover there watching and I implore the worst. I paid the ashlar due and trumped up the lame eye of the mafia/drug cartel/spirit baff. I think I’m a disciple now. I only wear black. Like that croaked priest Malachi.

“You cannot compel the silence to cease.” – Probably June Tyson.

[Birds, made of simple and delicate swishes of Ms, float out of their heads – whoever “they” are – and it is finished.]