The Plot - 10/19/03

a plan struck him in that shower
30 years pass and it finally executes

he approached the harbor.
Captain Z, and his crew, the men of low moral fiber.
Landlubber, the land spy of theirs had done his duty and was promptly jacking off to the latest rss feed off his girlfriends site dripping through his tapped rods and cones resting in the back of his eyes.
We had another source of power you see. And our own relay stations set up. Thanks to Bulb.

The rest of us were gliding into the cunt of the village, resting on the side of a prosperous country.
And what a lovely foreshadowing red the sun gave.

Hesitation will never do.

As they hit the harbor, the men of low moral fiber invade. Money plucked. Bodies fall with empty shells. Used bullets fall with empty shells.

Conformed morals do not exist here.

Captain Z admires his men. Even envies their low moral fiber. His fist is set free, and it dances for him.

Nothing ever escapes. No one neglected. This entire armpit of the country has been silenced. Connection lost.
And when the world wakes again, who will know them gone? The world will find out soon enough. And by that time, the only things left will be the empty shells and three dashes; two parallel and the third not.

- Felix Bristol 10/19/03