Pestilence Grew A Beard

Obviously not the kind of beard one grows on ones face, but the kind which disguises ones own sexual proclivities to the public. The unwarranted waste of a weirdo amongst weirdos, an outcast amongst the outcast. A thief who only robs other thieves and peddlers and whore masters. You've no code. You don't even know how to interpret binary. How could you possibly fathom this bushido of brutality?

Where's the separation between racism and realism? Euphemisms can't conceal hatred, but the use of racial slurs can't automatically be indicative of supremacist ideologies. We are the oppressors and the trespassers. We are the villains in this multinational manhunt. We are the Bush/Cheney coercive overseas corporate enterprise blood money war machine.

Notes from my hiatus plus recent shifts in associated imaginal activities
_{(spontaneous attempts at hyper-fictive ingenuity plus the results of artificial endorphin re-uptake distributors)}

Poet's droll that is indistinguishable from the heckler's barking

According to knowtheirshitologists in universities, think tanks, and blogs allover the globe...

For those unaware of my current internship with the inner circle of gelatinous protean spawn who dwell in cavernous strongholds beneath the Appalachian mountain range allow me to offer a few explanatory details that may reveal more about what led me to accept this less than compensatory position requiring a six mile commute underground not to mention re-location in a buttfuck no where hillbilly town.

It has always been a dream of mine to etch-a-sketch my place in the history books as one who labored with utmost diligence to foster a connection between our human societies (possessed of ever increasingly questionable intelligence) and the non-human entities who've resided on this planet eons before the chunk of earth known as our moon took orbit.

My first encounter with these entities arose while on assignment in and around the mysterious Bermuda triangle where I was commissioned to find evidence of unidentified submersible object activity in the area. I was hired by an eccentric billionaire who wishes to remain anonymous, but whose interest in such paranormality derived from a parallel curiosity in the lost continent of Atlantis guided by the discovery of large slabs of stone resting beneath the waters along the Bimini islands.

Many readers may have overlooked the existence of subtle progressive codes embedded in my former electronic broadcasts which sought to describe my unstable, yet flourishing relationship with the vast subterranean invertebrate kingdom. At the time these were matters unfit for public distribution as they are subjects far too delicate to print for their potential to jeopardize my career and my relations with the sovereign trust of a para-terrestrial superpower.

During my initial contact with the cthonic high council who represent the various phylum of light-shunning flesh-eaters the world under who worship the hushly fabled black sun and revere only the great eternal fire that is our planet's geologic central core.

Suffice to say, little else interested my all too zealous contacts more than the invasion and subsequent digestion of all the inhabitants of the surface world. Typical urges of global dominion for a recently organized assembly of blood-thirsty marauders.

Nothing new in my experience, but their passion for executing such a risky maneuver and their extreme disgust of us surface dwellers must've rattled my sympathies and renewed my enthusiasm for idealistic change; albeit through the most horrific of tactical aggressions imaginable, but change nonetheless. A prudent diplomat may go as far as to say that in attempting to build a bridge between our world and theirs I've placed more upon my shoulders than even Atlas or Mandela and in doing so I am positioning myself for a miserable and predictable somersault of voluntary failure by virtue of sheer scale.

At the risk of perpetuating alarmist pomposity, please be aware of the latest memetic plague of necrophagic retroviral contagion embedded in innocuous linguistic sequences and burrowed beneath the bandwidth of inconspicuous corporate domains.