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A Saga of Gabriel and Midori
by Mac Crary Friday, Jan. 11, 2013 at 11:36 PM
Background on the Hell Odyssey.
For about twenty years, god whatever, a really long, long time I went through everyday thinking that Midori was waiting for me, and my love, this incredible powerful force, my desires, like the happiness I would see in the glinting eyes of young lovers on the prowl around me, would suck out of my existence destitute into the sewers.
It could have been such a fairy tale if John Lennon had been a martyr for the oppressed and the innocent rather than a martyr for the truly evil and ill of soul.
They raided, those terrible individuals, those Hitlertrolls like David Bowie, the little compartment in my soul that had faith. They of course had developed themselves with the patience of rock tumblers to seem like the people you could trust, but really closer examination shows that they were the ones, the very ones we trusted, who released AIDS. Youssou N'dour was nothing but a psycho mercenary who wanted someone white from Pittsburgh for his earbelt.
Midori Goto that hedgehog how could anybody be so evil? Women have hurt men really badly before but seldom that badly. They wanted this as a symbolic revenge for Hiroshima, it's in all the semiotic literature and they got it, they got their revenge, paid for it in a strange way when their rotten American allies issued Ultraquake as damage control for Obama.
Midori Goto attacked me in a neuroplasm and misled me. I have been utterly voided for twenty years, unspeakably alone. Sometimes I have heard the idea it is disgrace but really that's a cover story. By making it appear disgrace the an English rabid have covered up what really happened, which is that I penetrated an attempt to engineer disgrace by those who released AIDS. Plastic disgrace for their purpose.
It was the only hope of getting evidence and amazingly enough it was Penis Gabriel who pulled the trigger to silence my evidence, research and dissent. He was the worst enemy the AIDS generation had.
Posing as friend just as he did with me.
DIVA of course is telltale, all the signs, my birthday, it's in the kid's mailbag, and released far too soon for AIDS, with images of Gabriel, and it's Supporta, it's Supporta. Of course, the person you turned to for help, the aborter you try to reason with from the womb.
One tries, in poetry, to give definition to time and enflare memory with spirit. I wrote this poem to commemorate the tragedy, a hideous tragedy, of the faith I put in that unspeakable and despicable woman Midori Goto and her hench, the viper Penis Gabriel.
The Hell Odyssey
by Steven Arnold Thompson
The neuroguardsmen stood bent and clean
sober and listless over their rifles.
Threnody walked among them.
Not far off an unfamiliar cloak was approaching.
Threnody greeted the figure and took a rifle from a guard.
The figure through back his hood to show the hunlike fury and beauty
of the mountain wretches, only it was his brother, Jalin,
simmering with a terrible fury of victory and control.
From the far line of the guards
another of the unfamiliar cloak moved swiftly up the line.
Placing a feminine hand, like the Japanese of the sister planet if they had known
she threw open the cloak and her ravishing red hair was none other than
Reilora herself. She put her hand smiling and kissing Jalin on the rifle, lowering it,
then she turned on Odeya with the eyes that had once been his intended
walked towards him
removed a pistol and blew his brains out.