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THIS IS A GIFT FOR JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN'S ANINIVERSARY
      AS HIS BEAUTIFUL SOUL LIVES FOREVER IN THIS VAST UNIVERSE
           SO WILL THE WONDERFUL IMAGES AND CREATIONS OF HIS PURE MIND AND BEING
                LIVE FOREVER IN THIS STRANGE WORLD

     THIS IS FOR YOU,JEREMIAH--MY BELOVED AND MOST PRECIOUS CHILD--IN MEMORIAM
      THESE ARE THE DRAWINGS AND CREATIONS THAT I LOVE
      THEY WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART AND MIND
          THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL!
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JEREMIAH  KAUFFMAN--- LIVE INTERVIEWS
The-master 991 by jeremiahkauffman Me by jeremiahkauffman The-master 991 by jeremiahkauffman
To see these  videos:           
www.youtube.com/watch?v=86j63I…
youtu.be/83t3ZJMwQXU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eP6NTG…
youtu.be/XLCXVAdrFA8
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JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN- A DIFFERENT WAY TO SEE HIM
IF YOU WISH TO SEE JEREMIAH IN A NEW WAY:
JEREMIAH IS ON YOUTUBE, IN VIDEOS OF INTERVIEWS, 
ART SLIDE SHOWS and SPECIAL PHOTOGRAPHS.
  IF YOU DO VISIT- THANK YOU, DEAR ARTIST!
      jeremiahkauffman.youtube.com
Or go to youtube.com and search for:
      Jeremiah Kauffman
New VIdeos on Youtube:
JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN- DIGITAL ART
https://youtu.be/i37CejqcfC0
JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN- BROKEN FANTASY
https://youtu.be/OFecNBRZUOk
JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN- STRANGE WORLDS 1
https://youtu.be/SQZTv5F1QXE
JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN- STRANGE WORLDS 2
https://youtu.be/KusrFe6b9Q4
JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN- ODD CREATURES 1
https://youtu.be/PQAhNWEkWgU

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          DEAR ARTISTS,
Please do not forget Jeremiah.
He lives in your special world. Take his out-held and fragile hand,
Embrace him with friendship,
Feel his strong heart beat within yours,
And walk with him into your vast, beautiful and emotional garden
                of human fantasy and creativity!
          THANK YOU,DEAR ARTISTS!
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    JEREMIAH'S STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD
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These are the stories that Jeremiah has told me, through the years
and is still telling me. These are the beautiful visions that he
whispers in my mind's fragile ears about his magnificent and 
extraordinary life in another universe and time!
       READ THEM AND WEEP- READ THEM AND SMILE,
                READ THEM AND ALWAYS REMEMBER!
You will find them on this journal after all of Jeremiah's
   wonderful images and creations-------
These stories that I have written are dedicated to my most
beloved and beautiful child, Jeremiah- for always!
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                                    Me by jeremiahkauffman
                                                                                                  
A-god-called-god by jeremiahkauffman     Neuromancer-4 by jeremiahkauffman     Triangledoll-1 by jeremiahkauffman         Belowgnd by jeremiahkauffman 


Teardrop-1 by jeremiahkauffman TheMaster by jeremiahkauffman Untitled Drawing Mheads-1 by jeremiahkauffman



City 1 by jeremiahkauffman
Yellow Red Sketch-1 by jeremiahkauffman Staring-contest-1 by jeremiahkauffman The-dweller by jeremiahkauffman
Untitled by jeremiahkauffman
Turnbull-1 by jeremiahkauffman DC250 Fiery24025 by jeremiahkauffman San Jacinto-1 by jeremiahkauffman
Garden 1 by jeremiahkauffman
The Lurking-lg by jeremiahkauffman Oneeye-1 by jeremiahkauffman Blaggley-lg by jeremiahkauffman

Thesun by jeremiahkauffman

Hello Shake Head-lg by jeremiahkauffman Mountain-creatures-1 by jeremiahkauffman Scratchy-1 by jeremiahkauffman

H Paranoia by jeremiahkauffman

Boyface-1 by jeremiahkauffman Midnight-sun by jeremiahkauffman pip by jeremiahkauffman

Orful by jeremiahkauffman
Soldier-1 by jeremiahkauffman Television Tree 1 by jeremiahkauffman Psychedelic Planet by jeremiahkauffman

Rocky by jeremiahkauffman
Fingerbeanhead-lg by jeremiahkauffman Diagramation-1 by jeremiahkauffman The Intelligent Slug by jeremiahkauffman

Made Of Tuna-lg by jeremiahkauffman
composition by jeremiahkauffman Vision-1 by jeremiahkauffman Tower by jeremiahkauffman

Sound-gorgon by jeremiahkauffman
Distorted Figure 1 by jeremiahkauffman Red Block-2 by jeremiahkauffman Invisible-1 by jeremiahkauffman

Chalice-10 Copy by jeremiahkauffman

Horns Drawing-1 by jeremiahkauffman Fish by jeremiahkauffman My Room by jeremiahkauffman

Neuromancer 3-lg by jeremiahkauffman

Invisible Man-lg by jeremiahkauffman Red Drawing-1 by jeremiahkauffman Swirls-1 by jeremiahkauffman



Naab by Jeremiah Kauffman by jeremiahkauffman

DC250 Fiery24048 by jeremiahkauffman Dog-being-born-final by jeremiahkauffman Lizard by jeremiahkauffman



Alien Insect by jeremiahkauffman

Fiery Sky-1 by jeremiahkauffman The Penisoids-lg by jeremiahkauffman Beast by jeremiahkauffman

Big Mouth Face-lg by jeremiahkauffman

Station 1 by jeremiahkauffman Bug by jeremiahkauffman Devil-face 1 by jeremiahkauffman

Porto 2.1.egghut by jeremiahkauffman

Porto 2.7.walkway 2 by jeremiahkauffman Porto 1.1.temple by jeremiahkauffman Porto 2.8.factory by jeremiahkauffman


Porto 1.2.tower by jeremiahkauffman Splash 5-2 by jeremiahkauffman Organism by jeremiahkauffman
Neuromancer-1 by jeremiahkauffman 18 by jeremiahkauffman Splash 5-1 by jeremiahkauffman
The Intelligent Slug by jeremiahkauffman Guard by jeremiahkauffman
Orpheus-blackened-by-the-winds-of-hell by jeremiahkauffman Broken Face Drawing-1 by jeremiahkauffman Qs-1 by jeremiahkauffman
Schizoid-phantom-1 by jeremiahkauffman Synthesis-proof-final by jeremiahkauffman Thanatos-lg by jeremiahkauffman

Mature Content

Three Legged Nude-lg by jeremiahkauffman

Mature Content

DC250 Fiery24086 by jeremiahkauffman
17 by jeremiahkauffman
Catfish-1 by jeremiahkauffman A-critic by jeremiahkauffman Exhale by jeremiahkauffman
Golgotha-lg by jeremiahkauffman Ancient Bird by jeremiahkauffman Untitled by jeremiahkauffman
The-reflex by jeremiahkauffman Primal Gaze by jeremiahkauffman
Claws Drawing-1 by jeremiahkauffman Fortress-of-spite by jeremiahkauffman Catlike Face-1 by jeremiahkauffman
Max-2 by jeremiahkauffman Max-2 991-b by jeremiahkauffman Cathead-1 by jeremiahkauffman
Anything Is Possible-1 by jeremiahkauffman 6winged-angel-1 by jeremiahkauffman
DC250 Fiery24052 by jeremiahkauffman Untitled by jeremiahkauffman Long Head-1 by jeremiahkauffman
Arch Figure-1 by jeremiahkauffman Mr Zero-lg by jeremiahkauffman Vladimir And Clementine by jeremiahkauffman
Face And Monster-1 by jeremiahkauffman Creature-1 by jeremiahkauffman Glass-of-wine by jeremiahkauffman
Breaking Away-1 by jeremiahkauffman Cat Gut by jeremiahkauffman Growths by jeremiahkauffman
Growths by jeremiahkauffman Sky-1 by jeremiahkauffman Poison by jeremiahkauffman
Sorrow by jeremiahkauffman Courtier 2 by jeremiahkauffman Goggles by jeremiahkauffman
Composition 2 by jeremiahkauffman Scribble Faces 2-lg by jeremiahkauffman Totem by jeremiahkauffman
Music by jeremiahkauffman Profile Head-1 by jeremiahkauffman Outline Man-1 by jeremiahkauffman
Face3-1 by jeremiahkauffman

Mature Content

Sluggish-lg by jeremiahkauffman
Mr. Wilson by jeremiahkauffman Eyesteak-lg by jeremiahkauffman
Alien-1 by jeremiahkauffman Synthesis-proof-final by jeremiahkauffman Garden Theta 1 by jeremiahkauffman
Crumb by jeremiahkauffman Woland-1 by jeremiahkauffman Worm by jeremiahkauffman
Beast-of-athelon by jeremiahkauffman King Plant-1 by jeremiahkauffman
Azazel 1 by jeremiahkauffman Body-1 by jeremiahkauffman 21 by jeremiahkauffman
Mountain-creatures-2 by jeremiahkauffman The-master 991 by jeremiahkauffman
DC250 Fiery24017 by jeremiahkauffman Gryphon-lg by jeremiahkauffman 4 Nb Drawings-square by jeremiahkauffman
Oneeye-1 by jeremiahkauffman Self-sword by jeremiahkauffman Palindrome-bob-13-st-casanova by jeremiahkauffman
Ribcage Stele-lg by jeremiahkauffman Self-enhanced-by-gravity by jeremiahkauffman









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                  MENTIONS : IN FEATURES
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                          INTRODUCTION:
    Everywhere in this infinite universe of the known and unknown, there
are myriads of worlds and realities that are merely prisons of misery to
countless beings, entities and existences. These beings are tormented
by the irrational cruelties, savage brutalities and stark injustices that
exist and thrive on their world. These bewildered beings cry out in pain
and hopeless anguish at the insane and endless torture and suffering
that fate has given them.
    You were always searching for answers and causes to fight- a cham-
pion of the freedom of the mind and soul, and I know that you are still
a valiant and brave warrior who fights forever in the eternal war be-
tween good and evil, right and wrong, knowledge and ignorance, just-
ice and cruel injustice and freedom and slavery of the soul. Your beauti-
ful, generous and compassionate heart embraces all of the suffering
souls that you meet and you weep in sorrow at their misery and despair.
You fight for them against the sinister evil that holds them captive and
free them from evil's cruel and torturous chains.
   You see many sad and ugly worlds of desolation but you leave these
these worlds as places of beauty and grace. You see the gloomy and tra-
gic lives of the people that live on these worlds, but you leave them, at 
last happy and at peace with resplendent and brilliant dreams and visions
of a wonderful future.
    Many times, in your journeys to bring happiness and beauty to others,
you laugh and play alone or with your friends in some of the worlds that 
you encounter. Or you discover some of the beautiful and precious myster-
ies that hide within the vast and eternal universe. These are the times that
belong to you alone and they give to you the most cherished gift of wonder-
ous knowledge that you have always yearned for and is now yours to enjoy
forever.
   THIS IS JEREMIAH"S EVERLASTING EXISTENCE IN ANOTHER WORLD-
              THESE ARE HIS STORIES!
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THESE STORIES ARE WRITTEN BY ME AS A DEDICATION TO MY BELOVED CHILD
                                               JEREMIAH
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           JEREMIAH'S STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD
                                    STORY ONE:
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   There is a world that is beset by destructive storms. They happen anytime and
anywhere. They are monstrous storms which last for days and destroy whatever
is in their path, be it forests, mountains or cities. They are storms full of natural
rage and horrific violence. The wretched and bewildered people that live under 
this continual torment are constantly fleeing for their lives and rebuilding their
homes. They can never find rest.
    The cause of the storms is a massive sphere made of fiery crystal with an in-
ner core of cold, black rock. A sinister and unlucky gift from the heavens. It swift-
ly and haphazardly travels through the world's sky and no one knows when or 
where it will strike it's crushing blows on the helpless people that cringe and cow-
er below it. When it comes to a place, it stops and begins to draw energy from the
surrounding atmosphere and transforms itself into a huge, extremely violent and
destructive storm that lasts for days until it is spent and then moves on. It is an
unthinking entity of monumental power.
    From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She goes to 
the storm that is raging above a large city. Her rider is a beautiful young man in
white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange
and fragrant flower next to his heart. The young man soars on his stalwart steed
through the torrential rains and harsh, strong winds to the swirling sphere. The 
fearful and despairing people look up into the sky and see the young man. They
are amazed at his daring and bravery. The young man brandishes his shining
sword of gold which is engraved with many strange and ancient symbols and pro-
ceeds to ride directly next to the howling sphere. He swings his sword and strikes
a fierce blow upon the sphere. There is a thunderous almost deafening sound and 
an explosion of blazing light. With this, the evil sphere soars off the world with 
great speed into the depths of space- never to return again.
    The sky clears into a heavenly blue and the bright sun comes out in a glory of
warm ,golden light. The people dance and sing in a celebration of pure joy and 
 happiness, for now they are free to build their world and live their lives in peace.
The young man smiles to see their happiness. They cheer the young man and 
thank him most heartily for his wonderful help. They bid him a fond farewell as 
he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and 
beautiful worlds of wonder, always.
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THIS STORY IS FOR THE BIRTHDAY OF MY BELOVED CHILD  JEREMIAH  AUGUST 28, 1979
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STORY TWELVE:
    There is a beautiful, lush, tropical and exotic world with a very ancient civilization of elephant-
like beings. Their culture is one of peace, plenty and extraordinary imagination. They are ex-
tremely intelligent and highly skilled. Their eyes are bright and beautiful, and deep within their
gaze, they hold the divine, elusive mysteries of knowledge that lives inside the universe. There
are many different kinds of these beings that are spread through out the planet, but they are all
basically the same wondrous creatures. Their skin can be shades of white or blue. They have no
yet their long trunks can perform the most delicate and complex tasks. When a task requires sev-
eral hands, they work together as one being. Their food is the luscious and fragrant fruit that their
graceful, exotic trees grow. They do not speak but communicate with each other with their minds.
They write down upon large, flat leaves their many unique, exquisite thoughts and feelings. 
Thoughts full of ancient knowledge and limitless imagination. They paint beautiful images on the
leafs, as well- creations that can reach to your very soul. They store all of these rare words and
images in a huge library constructed of slender trees and strange, magical flowers- a living library.
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    Above the entrance to the palace is a large balcony. Within the balcony is an exquisite throne made of gold and diamonds. Surrounding the throne are all kinds of strange and colorful flowers- some as high as a man. The throne and flowers create a picture of an unearthly garden- something that comesfrom a delightful and beautiful dream. The Spiritual Leader enters the balcony and sits upon the throne. There is total silence within the crowd of people. With a soft and melodious voice the leader speaks to the crowd. The people listen, entranced by his words, oblivious to all else. Suddenly, he points to a person in the crowd. The people move away from the person as if he was contaminated by the plague. The Leader's face turns red and he screams in anger at the person, calling him many foul and degrading names. The person becomes confused and scared and in a complete state of terror, runs to a large, black pit that lies next to the entrance to the palace and jumps in, never to be seen again. The edge of the pit is covered with thorns and the footmarks of many feet. A noxious odor rises from it's depths.
    Once this has happened the Spiritual Leader returns to his beautiful and peaceful state, blesses the people and goes back inside the palace. The people disperse andgo about their business. It is as if they have completely forgotten the incident. The cursed person is never mentioned again, as if he had never existed. They can only hear the Spiritual Leaders amazing words inside their heads. His thoughts consume their souls!
    From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands in front of the palace. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. He goes to the palace and stands before the balcony. He looks up at the balcony and a small, lovely smile brightens his fair face. The people gather around him in curiosity. The Spiritual Leader, sensing something strange, comes out on the balcony. When the Leader sees the young man standing and smiling at him, he becomes red with anger. With harsh, guttural sounds, he grows larger and larger andmore red . Soon his eyes are like two blazing white stones. He becomes a hideous, red giant full of evil and rage. At that point, he can no longer contain his anger and with a horrible and piercing scream, he explodes into flame and disappears forever!
    The people awaken from their strong and overwhelming trance. At first they are extremely dazed and disoriented, but, gradually, they begin to remember and understand everything. Hordes of gaunt and weak people climb out of the black pit. They have been asleep there for all of this time. Now they are awake and alive again. They run in desperation to the other people for comfort and help and the people willingly embrace them in love and ask for their forgiveness. The happy people join together and celebrate their freedom from the hidden and evil tyranny of the Spiritual Leader. They thank the young man for his wonderful gift to them of freedom and bid him a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always.
        THIS STORY IS FOR MY BEAUTIFUL CHILD, JEREMIAH! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND PROTECT YOU FROM THE EVILS OF THIS WORLD!!!!!!











                        










 
                                                                                                                                                                                                       
2 Vellum Paintings-1 by jeremiahkauffman                                                                                                                                                                                                
     My bed is my home. My bed is my home.....to my dreams that live in my brain and to the pleasure of my parts. My bed is the center of existence.      It is quaking........ My bed quakes with the soul of a strange woman named Zhanar. I enjoy this name- Zhanar- I love her slightly brown legs. She has slightly brown legs and a slightly brown behind.          She moves in her sleep. I see her feet. She moves.            I kissed her the day she left, but now she is gone.            I miss her, but I know she is around somewhere.....Showing her being to those around. But to me she will always be this strange woman, with dark legs and dark behind, her feet in my bed.            I would kiss her many times.                   by Jeremiah Kauffman                jeremiahkauffman.wordpr…          
Zhanar-2 by jeremiahkauffman

    Now there are more than there were before. I die away and leave them behind to protect each other; they are like me but not me; some kind of wicked juice of time, burning the nostrils with the fumes of mortality.         I drink once, I drink twice, and I cannot chase the pain away; it surrounds me, encloses me, threatens to suffocate me,     Yet there is one thing else.        by Jeremiah Kauffman               jeremiahkauffman.wordpr…
   Fear is a great , turning obelisk of pain; drilling itself deeper into the mind. clawing, leaving tissue scared.         Needless to say, fear is a regenerative which cannot be pierced with direct attacks; it must be approached from all sides.               by Jeremiah Kauffman              jeremiahkauffman.wordpr…
In hell, there exists a great place of wealth and erudition. It is a building constructed by the rich architectural firm of Jacques.    It is here, at the entrance to a great antechamber, that one may stand directly before it, far enough back so that he is in danger of falling in the nearby precipice, at which point, looking up and ahead, he is capable of viewing the most magnificent archway ever created.                 by Jeremiah Kauffman
I once dreamt of a place called here, but only when it , the dream, came to cease, did I realize that this dreamworld was the only place where I had ever been.
My spider is like my heart, this little piece of life that keeps me alive even though I don't really know how to speak it's language or understand it's thoughts. And together we will find freedom.                by Jeremiah Kauffman
I am just a monkey sir, please don't call me any other name.    If you do then it will be on you that chose not to.     You can take me apart like a puzzle, but my fate will not bend; harden my body, harden my soul; my being is a wall against your faith, the end of you is the beginning of me.     I NEED YOU     The future is a mirror, a clay tablet!; I put my fist into it, I throw it to the ground and it shatters;I leave it to collect dust.....     I am a monkey, sir, yes I am; please don't call me any other name; split me in two, divide me in half, my memory will remain; vomiting on your little slice of heavenly cake.     I am a monkey, sir, yes I am, and I would not have it any other way.                   by Jeremiah Kauffman   
    
This is the land of perversion, ruled by the insect king, who flies the flag of black and white, creating color in the world where there is none.                                              You are blind, blind to everything, but he makes the bug move in your bowels.       by Jeremiah Kauffman                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
     Someday there will be monuments to Dick and Gibson alongside Milton and Homer,and William Blake will be held in the same reguard as Yeshua Ha-Nozri.Our dreams will be safely suspended above the memory of Kepler,and Plato will become irrelevant and obsolete.
We will colonize every niche of the solar system; we will master every atmosphere and stratosphere.We will find ways to travel and live,in,around,and under every surface ,solid and fluid,and in the vacuums all around. 
     Some of us will know the cold dawn of Mars;tempered by familier Sol.The dark,swirling clouds of Jupiter will be pregnant with our craft,navigating the nebulous Tempest,a calm communion with Ba'al over Flies.We will bleed Venus until she is dried up,and settle down on her crusty shores.We will hold Mercury in our artificial hands like a burning token and plant earrings in the rings of Saturn.With the thumb of industry and the forefinger of technology,we will flick old Hades into the Voidand kiss the sisters,Uranus and Neptune.                                                                                                                                                                                                            
     We will be,forevermore,the human race.
    I love the word frequency;it describes so many things;visible and invisible light, soundwaves; waves can be real or abstract,the vibration that heats a rock or the pulse of light that makes your eyes work.The ranges are constant, like a roadmap, a compass that points in foreign directions.          
    I want to see liquid ozone and frozen ozone; it changes color, gets darker, I wonder if its beautiful.
    This night has gone nowhere.Will I carry on normally tomorrow or has my mind spent too long in isolation? I need rest but the sun is about to come out.I know this feeling well, disregarding tomorrow for the sake of a night of fantasy, living in reverse, choosing to experience the reward followed by the punishment.I feel like a mess. Is it my mind or is there something wrong with my body? All I can do is cling to the hope that in a few days things will return to normal.    Jeremiah Kauffman 2008          jeremiahkauffman.wordpr…                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            H Paranoia by jeremiahkauffman

    I have erected temples inaugurating your forthcoming. May the wind speak well my name, for my name is the only thing which stands in my stead to bring the tide of my arrival.

    I have arrived in ragged clothes. Look at me; I am nothing but a child, and I am covered in mucus and debris. Clean me off, please. Perhaps, you won't. Perhaps I will be crushed under your fist. I should only hope so much, and to hope would be more than I deserve. What do I deserve? I shouldn't speak such things. To speak of deserving is to annihilate that small soul which manages to bring together the few letters necessary to spell these words.

    So who are, this watcher of my soul? I don't know. I wish I knew, but then maybe I don't.

    I have erected temples in celebration of your forthcoming. Please be so kind as to dance within their halls and show them your fiery glory. Don't show your disdain; dance and be merry. My minstrels are the finest that ever were. I have nothing to hide. Their masks are of golden and my chest-plate is of silver - the finest silver of... oh no...

    The silver... God, if only I could touch the silver.

    I have erected temples in your forthcoming; I welcome you into my halls of luxury and pleasure, but don't dismay that my erection is formed of words, since all I can say is that it is. Unfortunately, words do not procreate as easily as the ignorant.

    The scythe reaps the weak from the bed of life; I should only hope that this burning seed inside of my brain is not weak, but strong - strong enough to endure the fire I subject it to. Even now the blade calls; it calls and it moans. It calls and it moans, like the sick sleep of those who have allowed sickness to slip between their thighs.

    I have erected temples in celebration of your arrival; won't you feast with me and my legion of many? My legion, yes, they are invisible, but I grant unto you that they do, I swear, move beneath my skin in the places unknown. They are an army waiting to speak - to speak of themselves. They are dangerous and mighty; the wise would be quick to cut them down in their infancy, but the wise slumber and so do I flourish. I have erected temples; won't you feast? I allow this feast. I betray this feast. I become this feast. I maintain this feast. I am the whole of this feast with the very words that roll beyond the screen and into your mind. The abyss is oh so deep if only you'd care to try it's depths.

    I have...

    What I always wanted to say.

    I have...

I have erected temples in erection of your oncoming slaughter - no - salutation, of my people. You salute my people and so do I yours. Your people come to my door and I let them in. We dance. It all happens in such a small space. The court is now my invention.