Himself Rustic Breath continued


New born inclemency. Hostility baked in the fire loosening bisexual counterparts related to the original orifice. We are the archfiend. A strange mixing of revisions and certain aspects of illegal oceanography are in question as of now and the regulator of species is being held accountable on all charges. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. They scream. We have discovered in his rewritings of scratch angles and fluent number speak, decoded by yours truly, there lives hard evidence of his extremely outlandish crimes. Displaying copious amounts of erroneous belief and disturbing treachery. Shakes my mind. There are ample notes describing his performances on daily routine. With such acts as metaphysically absorbing people's thoughts and internal organs without a validated blood license. Apparently nothing is divisible anymore. They scream. This will never reach closure. The ink in my mouth is drooling all over the floor rewriting the Constitution. A pure demonstration of public dismal displaying the organized pulpits of the Almighty Watching counter terrorist group. Delivering to the people justice and prime examples of their devotion to their safety and the fight against mind terrorism. We are not going to let this perpetrator go free until he proves to be real. Neighbor watch now has the big guns. Heads grow larger and they shoot at anything that moves. Electric autopilot traveling out capitol punishment. The nerves are rising but the company morale is fairly good. The blood turns orange and the water goes straight into a bullet chute. This infidel is going to burn. Persecution is set to the fullest measure. We have already received the tear gas order from the validation court. Tickets on sale at midnight. One hundred pesos at the door. Step right up and no need to apologize afterwards because the horror scene might lose its amplitude and shit ball momentum. The proceeding starts the sound and everyone hustles to their feet. The Judge says. You are out of options. You have shaped your own future. Every consequence is your enormous thought coming to life. I look around and everyone is nodding their heads in agreement. Now you are paying for it. Up until now the victim scientist was behind a red curtain off to the side. Sitting in a dunk tank and red ball shoved in his mouth. Jesus hits the hanger and the curtain slides away and reveals the prisoner. He is tied by the hands to the scaffold above just dangling there. Lifeless. Blood drips all over his face. He slowly starts to open his eyes but is blinded by the bulging lights that beam all over him. Flashing their hatred right down to his soul. The judge locks his hands behind his head leans back puts his feet up and screams an unknown language from deep inside his chest. Quivering botany leaves form great vines on the trunk and spell out translation through crystallized inscription. The transcripts are soled five dollars marked down on street side sale skirt booth. A couple of seconds go by in silence and then the crowd erupts and he leans forward and quickly says. Well then it's settled. Execution to the fullest. He laughs. Ha ha ha. The executioner to the left puts down his ice cream cone and pushes a giant red button with his fist. A retracting door pushes the scientist further on stage. A chain above his head goes sideways and without any hesitation a giant guillotine suddenly shoots across the ceiling and slices off his left pinky. The scientist doesn't move. In fact I think he's already dead. The crowd goes wild. A little grubber runs on stage. Grabs the loose finger. Bites off the fingernail. Pockets the rest and then scurries off into the darkness and disappears. The executioner has chocolate all over his face but you can't see it. He yanks the scientist's body and slings him into a nearby noose. They hook up some cables to his nuts and a darting line of electricity brings him thumping back into consciousness. The crowd goes ape shit. Then they smear some kind of blue gel sauce into his eyes. He doesn't blink but they love it. Charcoal cheers spread contagiously and then they all start touching themselves. Finger informants sit on the sidelines and jerk off into their hands put it in their pockets and save it for later. That and plastic donkeys. Hostesses without tits tiptoe around and serve Absinthe out of their mouths. Feeding everyone like birds. The clientele is hungry but the bare nakedness of the surroundings is spiking their interest elsewhere. The courtesy clerk is already writing an erotic novel about loads of lesbians and strap on rubber rapiers. With Santa Claus milk as a foreshadowing tool to something magnificent. Children play in the front row and chew capsules of valerian root given to them by the bailiff. Who has been rather discreet until now. Watches the kids carefully. Making sure none of them slip and damage their little silk bodies. Oh how nice of him. Meow. Says one of the mothers from the crowd. Serving butchers put bacillus babies in the meat of the night's main course. Milton sits on a banister rubbing splinters into his scrotum. The whole scene is overwhelming. Exemplar in scenery. That's why everything is being recorded and televised by a stand in eyeball accumulator from the sixth dimension. Caulking around his eyelids to keep him from falling asleep. This is nothing compared to the indulgences that occur on his planet. They strip the scientists to his forced bikini and start lashing him with razor wire. This goes on for another hour or so, until people start feeling bored.

See the strategy of the New Court mechanism is to perform the whole proceeding in the reverse. Then it provides a sufficient result in the act of desensitizing a prisoner. This method is received very well because in the end the prisoner will have scripted his whole confession on the floor by writing it in his own blood. Justice.         

Television splashes interior. Hits the wall like sounds of plastic water. Ricocheting off like metal disk Frisbees. Torturing the expended listener into forging his own demise. Almost lengthens the time already slotted. The static in the air cools down and settles, but you can see it with the ruffle of feet and boots. Creating a path of jumping death crystals and the bottom soars. Women search for their children. Moving themselves frantically. The children, what is left of them? They can sense the future like dogs.

Weak tail lifted with inferno. A loudspeaker sounds overhead. Telling everyone to disperse in an orderly fashion. The clutter and side steps jump through windows and out back elastic. Making the clearing go by quicker then needed. Love to see them jump over each other and make a kill. One says. Cleaning on the end is usually unpleasant but it's still pretty damn funny. They're all off the snooze now and comprehending the rolling gangbang that hindered this way. Then again they find out that they essentially enjoyed the heated aerial trapeze jungle fuck. It was liberating in some way, and they eagerly wait for the next hanging come forth. I close my eyes and get pushed along the lines funneling out like a sandcastle. Hoping to wake up at any moment. I do not want to be here anymore. People of the earth will remain animate, but the simulators will suit departed.

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