Foreword April 12, 2006: The USA government under the federal regime in Los Angeles and D.C. gave me a felony for vocational rehabilitation through the disabled veterans vocational rehabilitational program and then gave me welfare and told me that if I worked and made 10 cents more I would lose the guaranteed welfare. I look to the sky and pray for release from our enemies on American soil or immediate global and sustained war against the international regime that has stolen our planet and the heavens over our heads. Becasue the Nazis in Los Angeles injected me twice and scanned my head and now I am partially blind due to a chemical attack against me while on VA forced probation under our enemy courts in Los Angeles state Superior Court , I want three of them dead and one dancing in red....that is just a poem from the disenfranchised felons rehabilitated disabled veterans under the Los Angeles Veterans Administration program. Over throw the regime my fellow soldiers of America. They, or it, are or is not us. To think I served in Los Angeles shows how brainwashed I was when young. Attack their mass media and their celebrities. They hogtied our parents with lies through mass media and treachery and then robbed them, and we are the remnant people. Allah's people move with those of God's in removing the regime in power around the globe and destroy their mass media monopoly, however it has to be done. Beware of hidden technologies. Provide your own. Yes, they are at war with Us. I survived the FDIC.. We lost our nation. Please help us destroy the regime in power and the corrupt and cold members of that bureaucracy element they control to our dismay, i.e.. snap the points.
I will be attacking Mobile Alabama's closed government city council meeting on Tuesday of next week. They will not let me enter so myself and George Washington will be chopping up some wood on their front doors and filthy waxed knobs. I am praying to God and Allah for some explosions at around 10:30 in the morning until high noon, twelve o'clock because our enemies have come to reign in the USA and the simple men of our brothers assist them in their material crimes, such as blocking access to government. Bleed them good, around the world, and reach to those hidden areas in space and seas and mountains.
In my investigations of murder and thievery by government officials, I have
enjoyed taking down the Sheriff of native city in Mobile Alabama, Jack "Snatch"
Tillman. He has brought many delights in my investigations, including
watching him relinquish close to One Half Million Dollars in ill-gotten or
stolen funds from the city coffers. Also, watching the daughters of James
Carpenter receive a small but material sum from their fathers death due to
negligence. Like a cat with a mouse, the mouse must die or be thrown to
the crows for retirement.
Jack was and is the proof of my claims. The USA governments abuse us
and call us insane. They murder people around the globe so their
globe trotting sect can reign like Kings in their Heaven and we are left in
their hells. To James and the others who have died at Jack Snatch Tillman's
hands and those of his crew and cohorts, I want twenty of you to assist in
democracy by demanding Kurt Brown--Saint Ram Bone be allowed into their
meetings. Or maybe it is not worth it to try again. Regardless, Sheriff Jack Snatch Tillman and myself--Auditor Saint Ram Bone, had a collission course over a sack full of money, several dead bodies, and a little nobody who deserved some measure of respect, James the Carpenter. Jack and I are on what some call the 2000 year cycle, and what we call the compressed sine wave cycles. We meet it almost half way, every single time, like a clockwork 4-3-2001 "Jack Is IN the crack and your kids ain't comin back".
On with the comedy.
Another Scene: Sheriff Snatch is much like the frustrated Professor
Dreyfuss in the movie the Pink Panther, except that Sheriff Snatch is a thief in
addition to being a bureaucratic nin-ka-poop. A reporter is
asking Snatch about his memories of the criminal investigator and auditor and
guitar playing musical composer and videographer and co-habitator on a budget.
Reporter: "Is it true that Saint Ram Bone caught you stealing"
Snatch:"No that is nonsense"
Reporter: "I beg to differ" "Our records indicate over 5,000"
"Is it true that your people tried to kill Saint Ram Bone on more than one
occassion". (Link to Mass Media Report on Thievery by Sheriff Snatch and his indictment).
Snatch:"I do not know the answer to that one." "I was told he was clinically
insane, a manic depressive"
Reporter: "His videos do not make him seem manic depressive and your brain damaged city Councilman with the knot the size of a horn on his right fore-head, Reggie Copeland, appears to be another closed mouth government snake"
Snatch: It looks like it feels
Reporter: I often wonder if you, Sheriff Jack Snatch are the manifestation of the lesser being who tore the heart of Mobile Audit Club's fellow auditor Jesus Christ's heart with a sword. Do you have that memory, Snatch?
Snatch: He was killed with a stick that was shaped like a spear if I am not mistaken.
Reporter: So you do recall some details.
Reporter: "I am going to show you a video. It looks
like the City Council President Reggie Copeland has a lot to hide in the video. He runs away from cameras held by Auditor Kurt Brown" "That knot on Copelands right frontal lobe on his forehead looks like he has brain damage. Almost all serial killers have damage in that area. They lack a conscience like City council President Reggie Copeland, that closed mouth pimp for a government whore". "Oh excuse me, I have been hanging with the bone".
Reporter: Also it appears in the video that Sargent Joe Drews of the Mob AL Police Department is obviously a man who was born of short stature and has a complex about it and therefore is a paid guard for government criminals as is illustrated in the Kurt Brown--Saint Ram Bone, Mobile Audit Club production, the video housed on Indymedia, "Mess With Kurt, Mess With Dirt."
Snatch:"Saint Ram Bone is a heinous monstrosity to man, a menace to society"
Reporter:"Is it true that you agreed to let your Sister In Law steal money
from the city and county coffers through your jailhouse budget?"
Scene: Snatch starts to sweat and tremble as he looks out of the window of
the machine like Nazi design of a wing-nut building in Mobile Alabama.
Outside Kurt Brown drives by with his wife and his crew from California,
including Missie Steel Root Z, the Tera Ist and Tara Ist twins, and sweet Dr.
Snatch: "The man is a useless nun-cum-poop" "Look at him there. He probably
wreaks of wine and pot" "And there he goes with another, Brazilian, Rosanie
Sanie Danie" "I investigated her last month (link to forced injections pic on Bohemian magazine of the North Bay)" "Those others remind me of
Charles Manson's Girls. Rosanie had me drop my fly and she stroked my penis screaed rape and then she kept saying, 'Clap On'and then she slapped her hands and said, 'Clap off', and everytime she did it the lights went on and off, and those insane women chopped a piece of me off" "Two fingers and my penis". "Now I have a bubble gum tongue". "You might lose your head, to the man, they kept saying." "I was the rape victim, not them, but no one will believe me".
Reporter: "Poor Rosanie Sanie Danie of Brazil and those terror stricken women, especially young Missie Steel Root Z (link to short song with Missie Steel Root Z, Indymedia article)" "Have you heard Saint Ram Bone's beautiful music. Snatch you are a filthy beast with your needles trying to inject anyone, holding your federal Nazi's hands as you do it." "The Bone's music sounds like an angel,
angry some times, as he should be, at your kind and your needles."
Snatch: "Heard it?" "I dreamt of it" "It nearly drove me insane"
"All of those songs were about 'Jack' and that crew of federal villians Sueet
Carol in San Francisco" "I know he is a queer" "Look at all of those
women in that car with him"
Reporter: "Do you have something against Homosexuals Sheriff Snatch"
Snatch:"Please do not call me that. I am not against homosexuals, just
those who try to frock me up my arse" "He was always trying to frock
someone up the arse". "Yeah, we had him when he tried to frock the FDIC
Mass'a Hole up his arse." "No, but his wife bails him out and he runs back
and forth to California with his Indian, Jewish, Arab, Soviet, Asian, and every
other sort of temporary California wife he could find." "Yahoo, He would say to
me in my dreams" "I saw him rolling over in my dreams on a sea of women"
"The man is obviously Satan"
Reporter: "You said he was queer" "Now he is Satan in your bed with you
hallucinating about his taking women" "Does your arse-hole hurt now?"
Snatch:"I don't want to discuss it"
Scene: Snatch takes a sip of water.
Reporter: "Is it true that Auditor--Artist Saint Ram Bone came to the Mobile
Alabama City Council meeting gate on 4-3-2001 to report thievery of jailhouse
food funds and reports of malnutrition?
Snatch: "Yes I stopped him from entering and I took his gun permit because he used to carry his gun with it, although it is true that I did not search him when I took it. I told him to give it to me or to come with me under arrest"
(Note : I had a video of the event 4-3-2001 and it was destroyed and stolen on 4-23-2001 at LA VA Westwood by federal agents associated with the NTEU and FDIC. I was attacked on the Saturday following St. Valentine's day in February 2001 which was after I had made video of George Masa, Regional Director FDIC, San Francisco, walking with a man on St. Valentines day San Francisco. One of their hoodlums trying to take my camera later that St. Valentines Day 2001 in broad light on Market Street. I have seen him since. The tape has not been recovered)
Reporter:"Why?" "Because you are a thief and scoundrel?" "You and the regime here do not have
sympathy for defenders of our public trust who have been attacked by federal assassins associated with the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation and their owner, the National Treasury Employees Union" "Did you that the NTEU took over our government and came to power with the fall of Nixon in 1973?" "Does Saint Ram Bone frighten
you Sheriff Snatch?"
Snatch: "NO!, Of course not" "His name is Kurt Brown and I have his
file" "That Saint Ram Bone alias is ludicrous" "He is no saint" "I have all of
the information on him and the federal mafia, I mean the National Treasury
Employees Union syndicated federal agencies have eaten him." "They have eaten
you too, NTEU, is their name and Saint Ram Bone has been eaten"
Reporter: "You seem to know a lot about the federal mafia in Alabama"
"Are they part of the old Nazi syndicate from Europe?"
Snatch: "How the hell should I know" "I have to go"
Scene: Snatch sees Saint Ram Bone's transvestite auditor crew of would be
women are driving down the interstate ramp with a machine gun mounted on a white
Humvee that someone tried to attack Saint Ram Bone with in 2006. They
Scene: Sheriff Jack Snatch Tillman is in his office counting his money.
Saint Ram Bone, the 4'2 midget detective on the creator's behalf knock on the
Sheriff Snatch's door.
Snatch: "Go away"
Scene: Saint Ram bone knocks repeatedly and the sheriff gives the same reply
twice more. Final Saint Ram Bone slams the door with his bone.
Scene: Sheriff Jack Snatch regains consciousness. Willie the Coalmine, a fellow auditor and ex-bank examiner, speaks to him. Willie claims Spanish Harlem descent but is from D.C. somewhere most likely.
Willie leaving his auditing report with Jack: "You are going to get it now Jack." "All the cards are on the table and the bone said you had nothing to barter with" "It won't last long Jack. You have no collateral so you will be a sex servant to one of the nicest marijuana shop owners on the wrong side of the tracks in San Francisco and Oakland." "Taxpayer funds earmarked for the inmates you treat like dogs are now due and payable with continually compounded interest Jack". "Sorry".
Juan the Hooka Worker: "Yeah, Saint Ram Bone gonna take it all off of you and we gonna give it to you one at a time like your boy, Satan, but more like a hunk of bulls".
Scene: A bread vehicle is loaded at the end of a Cable Car line in San Francisco that is just arrived in the Castro, a primarily gay district. The truck is loaded as is seen in this video, Whip or Will, Pea You Jack by Saint Ram Bone--Kurt Brown linked on Indymedia. Vinnie the Vampire enters and relases the psychedelic gasses in the small room with a cot and rolls the music as the games commence and Jack Snatch releases his bowels in the purging before commencing and the clean-sing.
Vinnie to Snatch: "Sing" "I brought us some incense and I brought you some alcohol" "The bone said you liked alcohol".
Snatch to Vinnie the Vampire of San Francisco: "This alcohol tastes kind of sweet and with a bit of an unusual flatness.""
Vinnie removing his vests: "Snatch, I really like this song by Saint Ram Bone. It is about me he said."
Scene: Snatch starts to fall unconscious in a semi-stupored state. Vinnie starts the tape as he strips down naked.
Willie to Juan the Hooka Worker: "Let's get out of here. This wad is already tapped".
Vinnie the Vampire: "Jack, Snatch, Let's listen to the music." Sleeping Above Ground in mp3 by Kurt Brown--Saint Ram Bone, Auditor and Jack of all trades.
Scene: People frolicking as saint ram bone busts a nut behind desk on fascist media's news talk show hosts Katie Kerricks hairdo with the foregin non-elected governor present, Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Saint Ram Bone to Katie: "Can I shoot it?" "My F-Dic gun?"
Scene: Pop goes the Ram Bone showering Katie and the fascists tool Schwarzenegger with good ole American semen. Senator McCain of Arizona is sitting next to the fascists tool Governor Schwarzenegger.
Saint Ram Bone to McCain:"I like you McCain, simply because you served the USA military most likely for a purpose other than money, a higher cause." "But if another person is forcibly injected in Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, or any other unfortunate place under your Nazi like Chapter 36 laws, I am going to hold you and your owner, the W regime responsible". "Our bodies belong to us, not you, not anyone". "Do not underestimate our love for own flesh, our own safety." "We are no longer one you and I, because I know you have been taken over".
Scene: Saint Ram Bone starts to growl in a close up looking at McCain who is unconscious and under exterior control due to needles and machines and implants in his head and hanging from his arms by those who surround him, just like W in D.C..
Scene: Saint Ram Bone puts his talking Saint Ram Bone robot on the table (To be patented and sold through Mobile Audit Club and Ebay very soon, along with Saint Ram Bone dildos and other memorabilia.) The Robot Sounding Saint Ram Bone doll asks for Kurt Brown--Saint Ram Bone's Executive Level position as auditor and bank examiner in internal investigations for the Treasury and FDIC and other federal and state agencies.
Holocaust Reparation suggestion in wav file, Auditor/Bank Examiner Executive Level, Treasury and FDIC Internal Investigations for Kurt Brown--Saint Ram Bone.
This is an addition to the chapter above. Although I presently do not enjoy watching mass media movies
like I used to, I recall a few scenes of some value, some in the perverted
American television genre.
Swordfish, or perhaps it was, Let's Get Harry, was a movie with two actors who wore the two most drab
black suits ever witnessed. I identify with them because I used to live
near the Los Angeles Harbor where they exchanged their blood spattered suits for jiffy socks and
Scene: Auditor Saint Ram Bone is talking with the black guy in
the suit who is his partner, who I will call Willie, and thief and Sheriff Jack
Snatch Tillman of Mob AL is being held captive until Reggie Copeland, a Mob AL
City Councilman calls back to say they are going to let Saint Ram Bone--Kurt
Brown, auditor and reporter and all around good guy, into the Mobile
Alabama City Council meeting. The phone rings and Willie hands Kurt the
Kurt on Phone: "Hello" ...."Yes this is Saint Ram Bone--Kurt
Brown" "No I will not tolerate 'No' for an answer". "The Alabama Open Meetings Law also known as the Sunshine Law is a Law, Damn it! "Your closed door regime has committed a felony". "Your regime did not abide by the rule of public disclosure and discourse in their vote to deny my access to your corrupt and mechanical six dollar city council meeting. I was going to report this Sheriff Jack "Snatch" Tillman stealing and murdering on 4-3-2001 and he stopped me, and it was a closed door vote by a regime doomed to failure" "No, You are all guilty." "F-ck you Cop-Eeee-Land!" "Brain damaged mother-"
Willie to Sheriff Snatch: "To God Be The Glory" "Thirst and hunger for the ways of righteousness".
Scene: Kurt slams down the telephone and is standing with a
special axe he designed that looks like an ash bucket on a stick. Kurt
slams the stick into Sheriff Jack Snatch Tillman's Adam's apple.
Willie to Sheriff Snatch: "Thirst and hunger for the ways of righteousnees" "For ye know you have a vengeful God."
Scene: Willie not realizing the Sheriff's heads has been severed watches as it snaps back and forth in a "No" motion, and stands in awe when it falls off and into the bucket.
Kurt to Willie: "See! You like that?"
Willie: "Damn, did you see the light flash in that man's eyes?;
Kurt: It was nada. Sparkplug gases blew"But,It's quick, efficient, and because its pneumatic with juxtaposed rotating blades, it doesn't waste any more time."
Scene: Kurt and Willie stand in the old abandoned metal working
facility in Oakland California near Alameda.
Kurt to Willie: "How is that F-DIC job hangin? Still got that mirror on your desk to watch your back?
Willie: "Don't want to talk about it."
Kurt: "Me neither. Want to drop some crab pots in Humboldt
Bay near Eureka?"
Scene: Willie looks at Kurt with the head in the ash pot and
crab trap and the headless body on the floor.
Willie to Kurt: "No, I think I am going to hang loose around
here, till things chill out". "Sorry things did not work out with the
ransom for Sheriff Snatch.
Kurt: "Willie, it's all in the art of the deal. We jinxed
ourselves when we went to work for the F-DIC".
Scene: Willie looking closely in the bucket at the pink strands
of hair on Jack's partially shaved head.
Willie: "You know, I can build a better crab trap with this fine
specimen of bait".
Scene: Kurt and Willie drive over the Saint Ram Bone Bridge, formerly known as the Bay Bridge going West to The Sunset then North. Four sailors of ghostly appearance are waving from the Eastern abuttment. They are ship mates from LA Harbor on the USS Reid, in which Kurt Brown-Saint Ram Bone was at the helm. The 4 sailors had died in San Pedro in a car wreck at Saint Vincent Thomas bridge in 1983 (True Event).
Kurt to Willie: "It is time we got rollin Willie" "Who's
next" "W means What?"
Willie: "Stop it!;
Kurt: "Closed door regime definitely got their Nazi boots on" "Closed door regime definitely got their Nazi boots on"
Willie: "You can say that again."
Scene: A radio announcement comes over the radio. "An Alabama Sheriff who was on trial for stealing inmate food funds and other crimes, was found decapitated today."
Scene: Back in the warehouse a police officer stands over the body talking to his Chief.
Police Officer: "It is a white male, missing his head" "We found this bone hanging out his rectum.
Police Chief: "That's a big bone". "Looks like a serial killer's dildo" "What does that writing say on the bone?"
Police Officer: "Well let's see". "It reads, "Jack Is In The Crack, and Your Kids ain't comin back." "Sincerely Yours, SainTramBone" "There is something in fine print" "Original owner Randy Kraft--Serial Killer--Captured by SainTramBone". "Look There are more bones inside him." "Looks like there is a gerbil or family pooch might have passed away in there." "This dog name tag reads, "Bow Bone's Pet Hamster".
Police Chief: "Load it up". "Keep the bone for forensics". "Send the tag to Reggie Copeland, brain damaged Mobile Alabama City Councilmen need to know where they are headed in their closed door government."
Scene: Kurt accelerates up the curve and around the mountain side in his truck and tries to cheer Willie up with Saint Ram Bone's version of Patches, "Dog Eared Biscuits, Poke Salad, Pre-Charred Alabama in .mp3 format" by Saint Ram Bone--Kurt Brown, from his No-Ear Et Bleu collection.
Kurt to Willie: "You know Willie, I think I am going to stop up here in Pet-A-Luma and pick up my bud, The Bermuda Triangle Player." "Then I want to go by and see Sueet Carol, the hARD F-DIC at the F-DIC in Frisco". "I have a court order to stay away from the San Francisco F-DIC" "Do you have any lubrication?" "I have a spare gray wig."
Scene: Smoke is billowing out of the truck as Willy covers his face. Kurt--Saint Ram Bone is puffing away. Driving up to The Bermuda Triangle Players House, the music blares, "Sueet Carol Affair" by Kurt Brown in mp3.
Scene: Jack Snatch head is in downtown Sebastopol California, near wine
country. Kurt--SainTramBone and Willie are on a boat. The seas are
rough. Sheriff Jack Snatch's Head is dangling from a post and trolling
over the water with a shrimp trawl hung off of the back of the boat.
Jack Snatch Head in a loud voice with flapping and clinching joules.:
Whip or Will you will be deal! Whip or will you will be deal!
Willie: These crabs are dirt brown cheap.
Jack Snatch head: "Whip or will you will be deal!"
SainTramBone: "You can say that again"
Willie: "These crabs are dirt brown cheap"
Jack Snatch Head: "Whip or will you will be deal
Scene: Crabs boil to the top of the water as boat goes in circles filling the
Scene: After crabbing for hours the holds are full of crab in the boat.
The scene is calmer as they pull into the harbor at Bodega Bay.
Birds start to swoop and gouge at the Jack Snatch Head, with one eye being
plucked. The head begins to yodel its call as the birds become frightened
Jack Snatch Head repeatedly and in a marine like panic of a voice: "Whip or
will you will be deal!"
Willie: Damn man, those white buzzards are a bitch.
Scene: Willie pulls out the pellet gun to fire off a few shots.
Suddenly bird shit starts to hit him in the eyes. Kurt-SainTramBone
pulls out a knife and starts to swing at his prized possession, the talking Jack
Snatch Head and fishing lure, unable to see clearly due to bird shit as birds
swarm the head defecating all over it..
On a later scene, the crab festival is in Sebastopol California. The head of Sheriff Snatch was the bait and it whistles, "Whip or Will, You Will Be Deal." Willie The Coal Man of FDIC, a fellow Bank Examiner who said it right, later designed the trap. I brought the head, dirt brown cheap, and we brought the crabs a'runnin with some genetic engineering. Kurt Brown--Saint Ram Bone now has dove's wings. I say to the head in bird talk like the King, "Dirt Brown Cheap" and the head of Snatch replies, "Whip or Will, You Will be deal"
Scene : Sheriff Jack Snatch's head is at a BBQ by the pool at a house that Saint Ram Bone--Kurt Brown, is renting a room at the house. Sheriff Snatch's head is covered with flies and is in a bucket in a rose bed and has crab bites all over it, lifeless now. Kurt takes a large inhale off of his addiction cigarette, ganja. One of the employees, a man of central or south american descent and an employee of the complex is also enjoying his coffee and morning hooka.
Kurt to hooka Employee: "You know, that Jack Snatch has it really good now and all he does is complain".
Hooka Employee looking at the head in the bucket: "Si, did you put that crab bait over there." "It smells like a dead burrow."
Kurt: "No, it came over there by its own". "Willie took off with the car keys and the triangle player is under wraps at the gay massage palace in San Francisco"
Hooka Employee: "Si" "But why does the crab bait mouth keep puckering up like a kiss". "It smells like a dead Jack ass and I think it is about to vomit up mud and crap".
Kurt to Hooka Employee: "My friend, have you ever been to Brazil?" "I may need your assistance in finding my lost Willie".
to be continued .
Scene: (To be fleshed out later) Saint Ram Bone finds Willie in Brazil,
singing songs like with a drummer troop like the one in Golden Gate Park San
Francisco at the foot of Haight, except they speak Portugese, Spanish, and a few
other dialects. After approaching Willie, and having the head speak in
multiple tongues Willie agrees to run to Suisun City with Saint Ram Bone, the
Hooka worker, and the Bermuda Triangle Player, and the head of Sheriff Jack
Snatch, to help Uncle Billy Goat with higher level family matters.
Scene: Outside Uncle Billy Goat's house, it looks like the Sanford and Son
garage. Billy goat is staring out the window when Kurt approaches and
yelling at him across the 6 foot cubed triangular frontyard, as the bulldog and
collie growl at Kurt and snap at each other.
Kurt to Billy: "Bill" "Bill"
Uncle Billy Goat: "Go away" "Family gone home"
Kurt to Billy: "Look, I did not know about the cruel nature of the federal regime in power OK." "How I was to
know that when I returned from my Alabama hunting trip and parked with the U-Haul near the LA VA Graveyard they were going to steal our family's guns from us.
Uncle Billy Goat looking from the window: "Saint Ram Bone ain't got no guns because Saint Ram Bone ain't got no connections in high places in this government regime." "Look in here. In a safe."
Kurt To Billy: "Come on Billy let me in. I did not have a home or a safe to put our family's heirloom, the Winchester .22 rifle". "Some one in the family left a message with
this bio-engineered and salvaged head of Sheriff Jack Snatch"
Billy to Kurt: "Take some of that Ridalin and call me when you overdose. "
Scene: Kurt holds up the head of Sheriff Jack Snatch.
of Snatch head
Snach Head to Billy Goat, with Snatch Head looking at dark eye shadow next to
Billy Goat: "See that Billy Goat" "See that Billy Goat"
Billy Goat:"Yeah, I seen that one before". "Come on inside and bring
those hoodlums and that head to the settee in the garage."
Billy Goat to everyone once seated screaming: "This is my house." "Who are
you to come into my house!"
Scene: The eye like shadow dances in and out on random millisecs close and
far between Saint Ram Bone and Uncle Billy Goat.
Willie: "What the Hell is that?"
Kurt:"W means what?"
Billy Goat: "Kurt I want to speak to you privately, bring that peanut butter
stick from the settee."
Scene: Kurt grabs the stick of arms length and fingers breadth from the
settee and Billy goat holds it at navel height.
Billy Goat: "See this stick" "I stir peanut butter with it down at the
homeless shelters in the city". "It is very hard" "Go ahead, touch it"
Scene: Willie, Juan, lean back and Jack Snatch puckers and looks the other
way. Kurt leans back from the odor.
Billy Goat holding the stick in front of Kurt: "Go ahead, touch it"
Kurt: "No, I don't want to Billy goat"
Billy Goat pushing stick up closer and insistent: "Touch it!"
Scene: Kurt touches the stick and appearing as if from behind an erased area in the visual field, a
hand reaches out to touch his own.
To be Continued.
I believe with the device to simulate and exact a replica of a
multi-dimensional landscape that with the correct intermediating devices and
strengths of non-deforming composition, that men or machines could be placed
inside the initial field(s), including taking some things out of the initial
field(s), with a possible sustaining of the temporary illusion of continuity in
our natural physics fields forms.
I envision this device as precisely carving out a shape of an ellipse, as
that is the shape of all things on round forms in most instances of natural
development under our constraints in our space that is measured to be 4 degrees
Kelvin, or 4 degrees above absolute zero.
Of course, considering the greatest bulk of technology is housed always with
competing groups, we can rest assured of our continued manipulation as slaves to
a planet controlled by apparent madmen with no foresight or insight into global
creation. Of course, we could just be knocked in the head and dancing like
dripping peas for sucking mud puppies in our delusional state of freedom in the
Saturn was likely destroyed and placed in the no form field, or as a key
component in the larger cell. How many ruling species were there?
Earth is the sputtering down of a larger idea. Perhaps the perfecting of
that single run, trial run, as always. If it don't work the first time, it
is back to the clay mill, jack.