Prologue

2006-05-07T05:08:00.001Z

When the Creature was questioned he only said one word:
“Box!”
Sergeant Inquire banged his empty moment down on the table. His eyebrows chained foetuses as he looked into the depths for the Holy Law. He drank from his harem and said:
“Glass Coffin.”
He grabbed the Creatures gargoyle blood cells and admired the madness.
“You haven’t been tested since the day of torn eyelids. This of course is very 88.”

Now…
the Creature had periodic junk mail in his seventeen bars, making tears of a clown easier to flow in a jousting tournament. Sgt Inquire hollered:
“Tiger balm for all!”
The crowded town’s elephentitis infection erupted to cause anyone nearby to have a leap year.
“Promotional advances,” concluded the sergeant.
The Creature agreed, model railway style, and all was happy and cheddar gorge. He scratched his bound glory, mathematically stifled by his weekend spending spree, which had reached the limits of the Royal Navy.
The Creature groaned and moved his tin foil mask to a more quacky position. His wound oozed overall hatred and his memory blew down wind to a safe burning apple distance. He stood up faster than a slaughter bridge and screamed:
“Town Hall!
But first who am I…
A plutonic revenge? A mass of air bag dances triggering bicycle rice to rain unto throbbing cuticles? And sore they are, sore they backstroke dive beyond the minds of all the worlds M.I.A’s.”
“A thousand chimneys on the Town Hall,” Sgt Inquire proclaimed.
“Chastity belt,” someone shouted.
“Go faster stripes,” another woofed.
“Town Hall, by the grassy knoll!”
Sgt Inquire interrupted:
“Let’s go. Hydrophonic expertise awaits.”

They jumped into a hovercraft and felt the I think not alarm safety procedures. They sighed and remembered pump action savage comic relief, as the Creature physically was corpse fevered into a frenzied tentacle of a billion-aged practical cube dweller. He awoke and found himself in optimistic greed as Sgt Inquire and his assistants were diamond brained, covered in the pinhole sufferings of lava.
The creature laughed and said:
“My pulse has orb shaped banjo’s connected by vicars and God is Dead.”
And to the big wide world he wailed:
“Lost…”
But back he smiled a spondulicks smile, that brain fed the children of Skip.
“Lost again.”
“Poison Ivy!” The winds screamed. Black and blue snow fell. Scents of poetry in motion. Love in all Ecce Homo.

The Creature bowed, pissing in the wind, infuriating the suicidal vampire sect: White Rabbit Order. Wagner flavoured crumbling garden notes were aired by the Gods. Salt wounded they sang grand wheelchair midget melodies, and painted south of west-east illusions – dripping with how right you are.
The Creature slid along and nearly defied gravity for one odourless stank. He pulled out his sandstorm guitar and began to sweep the strings into jazz boxes and monster box happy blues, at a medium rare and snitchy dagger volume. Extension adhesive.
A postman pulled out his Ode to Joy and ejaculated love stone merchants, and their ancient baby ones. They spoke of the one river and its metallic breath poisoned by Hallelujah’s. The schoolchildren snagged with their little moles.
Civil rights be bop. Constable big cock funk. Rock-a-billy old water. Tube memory jam. And though evil lurked, sat chit ananda prose, in the catacombs below the singing continued knitting rope; like the Tower of Babylon.
“Stop!
Pumpkin Planet is approaching. The Goddess’ of shoes were angered by our hairmakers. We must express phantasmogorical ideas for this new national holiday.”
The Creature’s laser information bleeped: the moon, the moon
Smoke rings clouded the sky like Indian dreams. Pumpkin Planet pyramid-teleported through the shattering full moon’s muscle release. Landing began.

Blue bus driver, SCALP REPRESENDERSEN, stepped out.
His muscles looked like hung over turquoise chariots. His hair, with its arms deal gel shine, clinked. He pulled out his muddy, ice-dried rose bush and scanned the area for blizzards and insect infestation. His trusty robot, named PIG HEART, came zooming along.
“Zimzalllabim,” he bleeped, his eyes containing images of sad-go-rounds.
Scalp greeted his partner.
“Howdy my little tumour ego. Beautiful weather today. Very virus desire in its atmosphere.”
Scalp and Pig Heart sauntered from over the hill, faster than a feather ladder. They had thoughts about their shitty asphalt skin and dropped their weapons, making a children sand oil sound.

The Creature (bored like Rumple Stiltskin) drew a Romulus and Remus gun and injected it into his wooden television screen, sending paper toilets out into space, never to be the ankle of vanity again. And so the transcendentally plain creature died.

Plastic tongues escalated from Scalp and Pig Hearts cardboard teeth. A requiem, rectangular vertigo adagio libretto, honoured the Creature with its triangular gravity piece of music.

Eventually

2006-05-07T05:08:00.000Z

Our mirror is the mask.

What we got here is an infamous chicken keeping,
for your personalised crybaby imagination.
Meteorology transmits when you commence your grade
of the great condensation.

Submerge,
your humanity into our vat of faraway.
For a new Holiday demands a new Hamlet.
It is the only grocery direction this discjockey art can take.

Leave all smell.
Destroy any face.
Do not try to entangle your roundabout logic.

BRING THE SUBTEXT TO THE FOREFRONT!

Part I - BOX

2006-05-07T05:07:00.000Z

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Part II - LABATTOIR

2006-05-07T05:06:00.000Z

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Part III - LABYRINTH

2006-05-07T05:05:00.000Z

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Part IV - LABORATORY

2006-05-07T05:04:00.000Z

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glass coffin

Prologue

Eventually

Part I - BOX

Part II - LABATTOIR

Part III - LABYRINTH

Part IV - LABORATORY