E. Leopold Trouvelot's [SCENE FROM THE EXODUS CAVALCADE:] August 02, 2004, 21:24 the circle is closing in when you bite the handouts that feed you and you’re pawning all of the things you’ve once surpassed. {dawn} [In a battle of man vs. machine:] ** It was god’s day of unrest and the tape worm franchise lulled my presence once more. The precise weight of guilt was especially generous that morning; I set my jet black on grease, and my quills on safety. This would be the last laugh at last at the tape worm Farm [BACKGROUND:] The kingpin Billy Guns and his gaggle of twice hired goons have decided, after 3 years of debate, to make the great Alex Vienna, prince of men/pawn of none,to take the pledge. The prize to the winner is carrying the sheers; “it’s now or never”-Guns. The tape worm pledge consists of Czech’s Violent Four: {[CONTROL:] authoritative exercise in dominating influence Adjust requirement, regulate: hold in restraint [CONTRIVE:] forming designs, a plot, a scheme, Deceive, believe the project contrivent= total intent [CONTRACT:] ommiting, combing, sustain the signal signal sign Relying, compressing, dependant to a bidding [CONSTRICT:] cramping to narrow inclosing bind together; compress, restrict with signal signal sign contraction serves to constriction} [BACKGROUND:] Although Billy Guns has his fingers wrapped around the Tape Worm franchise surrounding Silver City, he is only a needle on the spire. The Czech Republic pays well, but treats any treason with the maximum penalty: (i.e. “feed him to the ‘pedes”) Mere security, opaque and shrill, Billy Guns was all but a sham. The generic convex closing in, they belong to the worm and the worm belongs to the republic. Bravo! [EN ROUTE:] The Hi-Fi (Sin)-ternationale senses impending danger and destroys it’s own gas supply. Perhaps a result on the Czech conspiracy within foreplay and gas prices. I survive the Internationale tirade and march through the tape worm barnyard. As I enter past the white wall, I notice a new employee; recently de-quilled. I grab the chime card. I punch in through the mainline. [BULLHORN:] [BULLHORN:] [BULLHORN:] (several guards enter and slash the cabinet) (reach for Brown folder and feed it to the tape worm larvae) (I am escorted by the guards back to the Internationale) Guard reaches for a token, sucks down a white wanderer and furrows furious: “And next time…we’ll feed YOU to the ‘pedes” and so it ends. three years of service and some sideburns get you outlawed these days… ** (Information within this report contains "forward looking statements" within the meaning of Section 27A of the Securities Act of 1933 and Section 21B of the Securities Exchange Act of 1934. 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Guiloteens, conversationalists: greetings greedlings. Have no fear! Digging through the smoking chimney, all the vain lords are away charming. Hesitating in the funeral mess, face the severed mannequin. [EULOGY:] “the ham is but a man” (applause implied) To the mirror girls-it’s just another act of god. It’s in the drowning of the neon. It’s in the jellied jaws of calico. wake up, dan electro, our patience grows thin. Mien Cough, Zen Electro, let’s witness a modern gill repent. ???knee high with a cotton of??? ???hints for shoeshine hindenburg??? ???changed war letters around?? ???when woken-our shifts in full eclipse??? It’s been a year, Juniper paste. Scoundrels Prophetic. Fluently Sunshine. Oh my beautiful tiger eyes: life’s nothing but a trend. {sundown} “A Hot Time in the Soft Town, Tonight” {IMAGE REMOVED by UbuZip} As we entered the guise of soft town our, antidote was pure electricity The interest in taffy was getting hasty; thicker than a wife of quick sand In between twin engines is not my death of preference But the electric sirens call was relentless “paved over cow paths” Pheramone retorts; she is busy on the live wire with CPT. Cuteheart, who has traveled all the seven soft cities and lived to tell the tale. He says to avoid taffy we must take the secret passage located between Leftover Beacon and the Her Void Squares. “There are question marks: but keep quiet” thought I, clenching the film of the Internationale wheel. !!!SUDDENLY!!! swarms of staggering drunks, human waste, zealots and gluttons alike! “lust be the polish” I said to pheramone who was now hyperventilating from systematic shock brought on by an overdose from the Duchesses’ Cigarettes from heaven. We dumped the Internationale on top of a tower over looking the magnificent sting of Soft Town; the neons and the local reds The metal merchants offered to steal 20 Swedish crowns and hardly resisted. Our destination was the Babylon AValon, (if your baby is a blonde) [FACT:] (In Arthurian legend, an island paradise in the western seas to which King Arthur went at his death.) We crossed the concrete sea hand in hand, only to swim through human saliva. The sideblocks were smothered with middle-aged refugees: too young to die, too old to count They offered to stick a red hot poker inside of us, as we gracefully wiped feet. We had business to attend to… {dusk} As we entered the luxurious AValon, all eyes and ears were currently octopied. Statuesque; the lipstick for the opening band, Herod and the Spotlights, was unzipping and Pheramone was weeping Indian oil. (que spotlight) (enter The Swedish Fives) [BACKROUND:] The Swedish Fives were summoned back to the states in support of their new Vinyl masterpiece “KRITA, JURA” Bedecked in monochrome formals, they lit the AValon a-blaze with a mere nod. Oh, inspiration, honey of the Hives, how the world needs thee. Further….further…further… The Swedish Fives, the most genius of any band managed by Sean Magee, have finally lived up to all of the praise I have given them over the past 2 years. They are truly law. The crowd ate out of the showman’s hand, who had the visage of a mood ring: At one moment appearing to resemble Danger Dan; another moment taking on the traits of yours truly! Coincidence? Pheramone, absolutely smitten, ignored the bitter odor and flat sting of the witchdoctor’s curse. Abra Cadaver! The Fives had cured her with blue ribbon ballads like “So I Say to Told You” “Maine Offender” “Die on demand” “Walk A.K.A.Walk” and “The Fives Declare The Circumcision has Already Begun” During the fourth encore I signaled to the lead singer, Howlin Hail Hive, with a wink [DETAIL:] The wink as a universal signal for Primus Inter Parus or Brandy Warhol’s secret handshake The plan is complete and I am now instilled with airborne; VIVA! VIVA! VIENNA! It shall be done… The circle is closing in… It’s only a matter of time… But before I could turn around for Ms. Pheramone’s approval, a single shot rang through the AValon. Shrieks and cries erupted almost on Que. as I turned to find Pheramone slumped over in a lather of blood. I picked her up, slung her over my shoulder, and darted for the trapdoor located under the stage. This hadn’t been the first assassination attempt on the saint and I knew time was on my side. {twilight} [HI-FI INTERNATIONALE RADIOWAVE:] [START: !!!THIS JUST IN!!!THE BELOVED SAINT PHERAMONE WAS THE VICTIM OF A DIABOLIC SCHEME TODAY AS REPORTS OF YET ANOTHER ASSASINATION ATTEMPT HAVE SURFACED. KARMA CONTROL INDICATES THE FINDING OF A POISONED TIP DART AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME AS WORK OF THE WITCHDOCTOR: MORE DETAILS AS THEY ARRIVE:] The Internationale was on cruise control as we sped through the rabid night air. The red tide of sirens retracted in unison, as a lone bell tolled in the distance Pheramone fished for a cigarette from heaven, as she broke out in Hives “You want antidote, I’ve you’ve got the poison” whispered the saint as we skimmed the speckled lights that read …salvation starts here… [END VIENNAGRAM:]