Hermaphrodite Church of Silencing

I was living in south of France, Lara came down from a nunnery, yes, 1988, a monastery for giirls, somewhat in England girls had the right to start there, then. In 1983 the professor Picatirck' s sixteen attempts at killing me, ye male penile wet in it, I little fix of thy Universe, solitary prayer there Zek in the chapel on Planet Girthś. 1987, hardly perceivable as a different planet, I was at college, Lara was teaching me solfege at night, I used to play for SGG, some investigation bullshit mostly to do with som' die hard critical criminal events. Lara case closed, was hopping on the shuttle at Virtolle, harbour, flight 17, on the 703 to Muniste. I was there sounded all that, made out to have my licensing telepath but selling my slaves for half of one o'her prayers. Holland, just flew to grade II. I was bare and ensmoked, praying at dawn, smoking around the clock, readers. In the Uk I put Sgg on the head set, learnt to mix, played with Pac for a while, Pack of wolves, the white lyon, Mercyfull Fates and Fate Warring the hell if I could get in. Left the city, flew down to Brighton, too. she spake to producers, sold them a girl. Alien crew raged 1997. Jac Lack Z. Make a mend or we send Anna Laura to encircle me in the monastery, the prism is here, I was born in it around you my dear silver belt. I am a male, are you still there, reading the number 9, I make a six pence and helter skelter to gimme, gimme, gimme shows and introduce me to them? Whhaaaat? Offensive for Girthś sake! For F%t)`sake! I was there at Mount Loal after the 2001 attempt at hopping together on a salt boat loaded to Ceylan. France ahd to kiss directly to Nancy. In 2007 we are still lame, her still a girl, me still amonked and eneuryced into this. Make a bench available, we have ther some humans and some females. Live, love, applause, applause, be a silence in the great Light of All. Pyramid, southern Arabia. Colour me badd, what a symbolic excstacy, my hermaphroshe, come in and dine, the table clean, the altar in grief, the red army in the streets.....