knew of, what was the Ultimate. A rule and law

fixed upon the lowest skies, fitting the clouds, with curses, and jibes.

That we were low amongst the lowest, there was no more thought that day, when we crashed. We all fell down.

The hate-man

remained, barked at own low lack in anything called life. He was my murderer among many

murders. He was so unattainable, with words, I was choking, the faun had supplanted us. It was

sick, bilge inducing, vomit, dead, empty rotten flesh, made inside thought. It, had thought, it

thought kill any low man upon the sea of the Ultimate. There was no Love, here, there never was

there never will be. We are the law, we kill the Ultimate. It was names of men I knew, all sodding

flesh men. All the eyes upon, me, made up my brand new thought. It sucked out my eyes, and

stirred in the forming of new ones, just so it could, slip in, fork me, bury me, and I sat patient, in

the thought of the Ultimate, as I lowest upon the low, I agreed, could no longer find him in the little

water upon the little cloud, rushing through, drains and sinking into mud. All my Ultimate, denied

me, as I fell upon the ground, and crashed in refusal, to care, or to move, or to fight, to roll upon

the floor, meek and unheard, my fell crashed down the Plan, I was forsake the forsaken, and the

first murder was against the mind of the crowd, of the fall, of the feared, and the gone, and the

gone, all the good that disappeared, and the dirty man sat upon the throne, all brought down, and a

higher scream flitted, unheard by the causes of the man, I was sure, of the politician, and of his

plan, I was sure he was just a day to day man, and had caught a big prize,

But he was writing a plan he formed to go forever, even if it was a bad, stupid form, at best bad,

worse

so I wondered about him, and how he rose to the platform, holding onto the same plan, blocks and

blocks, in a jigsaw pattern leading up to the platform. Being the main plan, all the same.

I wanted to know how, ------------the unheard of, and the main man, with his old plan, which was

one day to work and to work the next day, to grow upwards with that old plan, to work day by day

stuck in the plan that got monstrous as the plan got higher,

that contained the nation I wanted to own, but it was taken from me by the man who wanted to

have looked like he worked day by day

I asked him, "What did you want to go to??? Why did you work for this Plan, every single day,

lying to yourself and all of us, working honestly to keep to this strange damned plan, when me, I

would just abandon out of all my honesty. "

Why do I know working for that plan is ; madness. Madness in a suit.

To stick to it, to pretend. To kill in it.

The screaming shook nothing mortal, it shook nothing, all immortals were contained in the plan of

the One, all present prostrated and called upon the One. All of them accepted.

But we weren't going upwards, we weren't even moving.

All clean and removed and caring and deified, and all the men, again all the men, lied.