Stemming soothe, bequeath cindering, thane fortuity, Bless
that y curmudgeon, dallies forth, ahoy!
Ancients of MU
Apparatus, is that language? Is that a word? Is that a
gesture? a tone, beyond your weary talk of tomes and bones, Enough of this and
that, father, and the soil is the mother, and in flagrante coitus unto the womb
is born thee Grand Kaiser, what say thy, Supplementary flying appal A ways, pay
heed to the mob, it is the mob which fills your coffers, prepares your coffin,
furnishes your tomb, the nation is the Grand Kaiser you must be magneto
‘One bastard to rule over the rest of the Bastards, let’s
try and convince the dimwit that he is Solomon, brother Invicta’s Bow your head
slightly, they will not expect it, make sure that first punch is aimed for your
face, then make sure it hits your skull’
‘If you are ever in a fight with someone larger and quicker
than you, head but his fist with the top of your skull, you will break his hand’
The Ancient King of Babylon returns from 500 hundred years
of exile in the Jungle, proclaims, Babylon shall crumble
Nothing and remembered everything about something
Glass, were a gas, a façade, a placid reflection of lightning
fast synergies, the unconscious acceptance, a flare, and all the people
These walls which were like Picket fences and barbed wire,
he clawed his watt from that primeval jungle, to realise that these pyramids of
His true age becoming
apparent, but did he need to act, only at the precedent of society as he now
saw it, as a thing uniform, nudging
He realised that the years had passed and his mind set had
become obsessed with the ephemeral, the thing which captivates his reptile
He was too young to have an epiphany, this was no sudden
sense of redemption, and it was something that had been troubling as he had blown
It happened the day he stopped smoking Green, at first he
did not like it, feeling impatient and irritable, but then he realised it
In the nation, with their PlayStations, seeking
Beatification, next to the train station, had forgotten,
Emancipation in the nation voting on yon
And looking grandly out upon the Ocean, and watch the rain
and the mist, which is like an ethereal time beneath the encompassing escarpment
unfolding beneath; and upon otherworldly spirits, somewhere,
It is desiccation, and it is a denial of your true worship
of the law of carnality; a beautiful thing is lust, what bitter bread and
freezing water is when all we are is but frost, and an Auspicious, August thing
is all that is Just
DE pressure from regimentation
DE pressure from Dehumanisation
DE pressure from Globalisation
DE pressure from Americanisation
The feckless, the self-righteous, and the dalliances of the
rich, we shall not carry these things on our shoulders.
Rather an example to follow, a path of education, of self-improvement,
not to carry the feckless and self-righteous on our shoulders. Socialism is
different from charity,
For thrift and trouble make them strong, and tough; true to
that aspiration, truth can be a trick, and who would trust a tinker, and a
little scheming thinker, yawning his mean little mouth like the gestations of a
slimy slobbering pug, what thought do you have?
To look at that watch, and wonder, and feel the workings of
this intricate machinery, unwinds unto a helicopter journey over Siberia five
hundred years after they had arrived, shooting hairy elephants with a shotgun,
a billion animals, horses, Lions, and Tigers; yes, and sum other beautiful
shyte.
Camping for the night, sleeping on tree-tops that stretch as
thick as thieves for as far as the eye can see, listen to the wolves howl, and
the birds sing to the glorious bloody new dawn, and forgot what fertiliser you
had ground into the dirt to make this paradise bloom; and mighty dragons sweep
overhead for you knew that there were never Million year old Dinosaurs, rather
the ravages’ that were your deadly steed, then Flying Back to Atlantis to
worship the Morning Star,
To tilt the Earth upon its Southern Pole so that there would
always be light, what mastery of the ancient light could point that Fate, too
late, but this is legendary digression, for what transgression vexes the
disconsolate upon this real Earth?
The Dirty Mob after your gold which like mythical Dragons
you horde and hide, for this is in your interest, or is it your reptilian heart?
That you cannot feed, and the sky will never cave in, and that you are fools,
herded us like pack Animals into the Cities and now ask us to magic money from
broken concrete sidewalks in the greater name of inane disinfection, and like
lice, or lousy, and up to no good for anybody’s business but your simple own,
sir.
Someone will reach for the Crown, it is as inevitable as the
sea against the crumbling cliffs of however many seers of the past of careers
spent, wise Victoria, The day of our Magnificent Victory, shall it be when a
new King stands born from the exceptional spine which is Augustus, the glorious
reign which shall be our last peak, and its great pity, that it knows nothing
except Slavery, in words and lies this contract must be made, and one day the
Age of Reason will explode like flesh upon that Magnificent Dawn
Decimation is the solution, I, I submit the new orders to the
Generals, Decimation in the ranks, for dissention for more Gold is not allowed,
Oh to Swim in my Horde, and count it long in the night in my
freezing dusty Stately tomb
It is the want of Kings to prepare its people for such
things as austerity, these are troubled times, we have no spare for you, not
enough for Circuses and you have plenty bread. Africans starve and squabble for
your consumptive honour, and still you demand more, as if we have billions of
things stored away, how many to count it day after day, to measure how much,
day after day,
To pay for this Sin, cadre’ would you replace me for Consumptive
consummation with queue’s for the cabbage soup dispensaries stretching back for
Block after Block after Block, what a glorious thing it would be too see,
because Poor people , we all agree, look better when they are thin, we feel
like helping them sometimes, somewhere does not want suffering to be on the
Television, and nothing has any vision beyond and above, and below, and
underground, supers=sonic basis of dimensions.
Enter – Conviviliatyicum
Hail Grand Kaiser, plans and devices I have for you Great
Lord Augustus, for the grand age of Newfoundland, great works are to be commissioned,
our mighty Armies will reach across the Oceans, Steel Arms which were once
wooden walls to crush the world in our embrace at this our moment, this vital
opportunity, this last attempt at intuition, had they run out of ideas? Had
they realised that breaking everything would not make things work better, that
magic invisible laws did not bring the sky tumbling to the ground. Never mind
this nonsense; he had better plans, maps.
Grand Augustus, see here this barren land, how many people
do you find here, not many, and none of note, and none of your proud and
righteous citizens, Hail Jupiter, and Victoria.
Augustus calls bring me my Commanders and Generals, and they
gather round.
From his side he brings a knife and three he slays, and he
screams and spits at them as if suddenly convulsed by sum sudden fit of the indignities
of the things that Great Kings must do to preserve honour and the truth in
these vain climatic times, and as they cower, he asks them, What would Great
Stalin have done? Look at these Maps? What would have the Old Father have
advised?
This barren land, and not a citizen among them, and the
power which is our last grasp, our riches are nothing without your
impoverishment,
Compartilisation, there is nothing outside except dangerous
people, and when the mob rises you would be hiding in your basement, they would
be raping and thieving like the low down dirty animals they are, we keep the
order, they are like Wolves and mindless Sharks which are machines programmed
to react to some imaginary Postural Microwave Chip, they would leave this place
like , because we would release all the criminals, empty the Jails, at the last
moment, and would it be the punishment which we have imposed upon them to cause
all this destruction, or would be it be for sum mortal sin at the core of their
soulless Zombie desire, lust for all which has been denied, and satiated, would
they reflect years later at their glorious crimes carried on in our name for
our advantage, Pray, that such a Congregation does not gather, for what
emotions lie beneath the lacquer of these words, sum instigator, remedy, the
deadliest poisonous genetically modified Cat,
What will these Assassins think of next, Ninja’s in the
doorway,
You should not fear treachery Grand Augustus for risen to
the throne have you been raised and your voice is greater than the whole of the
will of the people, and the senate and are but braying farm animals, send them
more hay so they can sit and eat and shit and Groan like Spayed Bulls, more
Cows than Horses, or better still Monkeys, Grand Kaiser, send them more Hay and
they will listen,
See this barren place, beneath its Sands is all the wealth
of the world for the next 500 hundred years, we must seize it now, or let someone
else take it, or make from it, which you must surely agree is verging on the
Fucking Obscene. We must Act now, while they are weak.
Grand Kaiser you must always think like Stalin the Great,
remember how many died to make the Great Nation of Russia, to obliterate the
Nazi’s, the mob will Love Sacrifice, what greater Sacrifice than to the greater
cause, their Greater cause.
General Randstandafarian asks – Where, over there?
Exactly, Grand Kaiser, even your most Loyal Generals agree; it
must be done
Yes, Yes, under the sun, from the halls of Montezuma to the
Hills of Beverley along the river of Mediterranean, all the underground miners
and the chicken herders of Kentucky, all the sniggering sniders, the vagabonds,
reprobates, lend me your minds, What must I do?
Do not laugh, it is not a joke, I do what I must, this must
be a surprise, do not take me for the modern political fool, this Carthage must
be made no more, and its riches transferred forth- sooth
Generals, we must think of sum beautiful shyte to do now,
something excellent like A Jet-ski or eat a, or just smell freshly plucked Pink
Lady Apple, I always think that it is more fragrant than a single red rose, and
was never sure why it always caused you such Alarm,
There are vulgar people out there, they know who they are,
up to their elbows and I am not frightened to say so, I would do anything, and
I tell you I have, but I would be
encouraging every one into little special perverted little circle of Hell
General, make orders to the Marine Legion, free bread to the
destitute tonight, send them wine to warm their frozen bones, for the cripples
and the beggars let them have this one night to celebrate, not for them bitter
bread and dirty water, leftovers and maggots and bones, and stones, and birch,
and gold, let them drink themselves stupid or until they are dead, let the be
grateful to this Grand Kaiser
Exit Grand Kaiser Augustus Victoria
What is worse Ignorance or Apathy? Who knows, who cares, I
am sorry Brother Invicta’s, we have encountered a special brand of stupid and
egotism here, he is five times the fool of any of his kind, I must bite my
tongue to stop my laughing at his cretin fury, like a demented spastic having
an epileptic fit, the poor freak show would undoubtedly make more sense, these are a breed apart.
