Flyer 6th June 1998:
Tell me how the stars and galaxies compare to all the atoms and their little orbits in the walls of my SHITHOLE office. My lover's warm breath on my neck like the warmth of the sun on the building opposite? Their eyes are lasers the lightweight sprites that dance around my empty cabinets. All appears normal but I hear the cellos and I know that death is by my side. Tell me how this bed of lotus petals compares to my torn office furniture? This tie around my neck might be a chain of skulls to me. My tattooed wrists ornamented and slender are really these that lie across the table? I can tell you that the complexity of this incredible palace would never be revealed on your floorplan. Do your dreams wake you in the middle of the day? There are hands round your neck and a bloody-fanged grin in your face. Here there is beauty for I the beholder. She sits on a cloud and how pleased to see me! Stronger than all this weight of numbers she is. Messenger from my father, messenger from my future. Great minds may think alike but we all make the same mistake. Yes, like you I imagine what is not there. You all know we create concretet and build our prisons, but do you know the secret of concrete? An embodiment of fire she is acid and melts my iron bars. Hard edges and walls now soft and penetrable. Tell me how the mind itself compares to all the space in here. I am in a grassy field and on all sides beautiful animals and birds roam and relax. as I lie in the sun I am cushioned by the fragrance of a thousand flowers. Perhaps you would see it as a piss-stinking alley. You can come over any time. It takes effort to stay in this dream world, but you'll get used to it. When you have no strength to go on, no energy left, others will burn as fuel for your fire. Stay on the horse at all costs.

Flyer 10th March 1998:
I saw them but I didn't want to meet them. Her friend is little more than a courgette in a generous coating of vaseline. "Son, ich Death. Must must CAST OUT HE FORGED FORCES!" It was only a seventh taste that shut the normal world away for ever. Not like a terrier in a matchbox, though, but more like an alsatian in, say, a kleenex box. Worse still, Durdu said that shatner wouldn't refuse to wear his G-string but he'd keep it on his bass. There was more to it than that, though - I felt that there would be recriminations tootoo. OON. Screaming I lept through a plate arse window and landed in a patch of foul mood. Staring at me all of a sudden was a turded sloth. I took it upon myself to feel what it'd claws would be like in my shoulders and back. Tortured freaks in honey butter - melt in the mouth terrorism and bite your tongue. Actually, factually, more than that - they bite your face off. Call me a moron but you look like you're about to melt. Could it be.. no.. you're one of them too? Oh my God! No! Aaaaaaargh!.....ah. That's better. Take the time and - feeel it. FEEEEEL IT. Now - we're all on the same new moronic purple soft ground are we not? Let me feather your newly acquired country and western boot-hair awhile - lest our auld acquaintanceship become dry and fungal. Dust off your puckered puker and plant a sloshy wet one right all over me. Mmmm. Grastle. Eastfighting kicked a nasty very big hole in my left temple - kut and stitched but still verybloody. Warm my boney ear protrusion and pull out whatever jellyfish remains remaining there. Ooooh. Soothing I feel like I'm all in Mummy's lap again (pure evil). I guess my ears are bleeding from the volume. It's too late now for me, but you...... I don't know......

Flyer 3rd March 1998:
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Flyer 10th Feb 1998:
t. Removed BULGERS from "Manhood" for final, May 8, 1989, third and final removal in my life time.
o. Broken health tube in right leg removed when hard plug was taken out, also chains on throat, bars on back Bitter Sweet and tubes on ribs. Maybe now I can find energy to complete all expected of me by the US State Dept. Washington, D.C.
k. Bear Claws (4) removed May 2, 1989 from back with clearance through Island Volcano with bear and white bull seal roars.
e. My bibb lettuce on womb being removed by lizards after intake of vanilla for a full month, very strong odor.
n. All Old Age removed from spine and acid burns eaten out by ratcoon at base and several up the spinal column, he is very thoro more so than my squirrels.
The man known to all people as Adolf Hitler in intelligence circles had been one of my Sunday school teachers along with Benito Mussolini.
The pain from Albert Einstein spitting in my face, Jesus Christ being crucified on a cross and john Foster Dulles smiling being alternately flashed through my mind was finally stopped by me, God.
I am just biding my time in loneliness now waiting for the betterment of eternity to come about
I have been tortured by all satellites in orbit around Earth and computer minds on Earth.
BOTTOMLESS PIT. Entrance to Hell beyond south pole at Rainbow City. Entrance for flying saucers driven by fallen angels (gods). Revelation 20 and occult research
Resurrected Billions will farm ocean bottoms when seas removed by coming whirlwind. Please write: Harvest-SD, Jefferson City, Ma. 55101

I'm really sick of this now, I want to go HOME.