Sher-ruff of Venice
The Law End Force
Human
by
Calvin
For Homie the Bells Clank and
Buzzzzzz
As the bells chime and the whistles blow
this time of year. Let us all remember those who are locked down and imprisoned
around the world. The prisoners of the wars that go on forever and the
relentless antagonisms of the rulers against the masses of
humanity.
The strange disappearance of
death row inmate on the stroke of midnight Jan.1,
2002.
Prof. Chimes R. Bellman had vanished into the underground many years ago. He was
a great criminologist, clockmaker and observer on the heavens. Adjusting himself
perfectly to the tides and the synchronicity of spontaneous human
thought.Understanding crime, the Hydrogen bomb and the snap of the electronic
synapse. His voice and mind where in perfect tune with the harmonics of the
universe. While riding a motorcycle his skin would vibrate to the frequency of
the engine and his eyes would spin in their sockets like a gyroscope. Bicycle
locks sprung open as he walked the streets and the local bank vault would swing
open whenever he came near. Sometime while welding with his brain he had
detected an innocent homeboy in a steel box on death row. Bending a radar beam
from the control tower at LAX he penetrated the prison on a biotelemetric
carrier wave.
From his secret hideout
underneath the streets of Venice Beach California he had formed an alliance with
the earth’s greatest sewer suckers and muckrakers. Within this underground
bastion of free thought he planned the mutual transmutation and escape of Little
Muffin, the homey on death row. On a day in January as all the clocks on earth
struck seven minutes before midnight he moved between all the molecules of
time.
Slipping into an Electric Ave.
high wire fireball, he entered the power lines that stretch and snap over L.A.
Traveling at the speed of light he skidded
into and popped a dozen transformers on the California power grid.
Bellman’s body aura hummed as his coronas sped northward shutting down a
nuclear reactor on the coast. Communication systems scrambled as he tore through
the power towers in the desert. A Teslaesk lightening bolt shot from the KPFK
transmitter tower high in the Santa Monica
Mountains.
Little Muffin sat motionless
in his death box. The warden and the prison guards had been remotely mesmerized
by Dr. Bellman’s vibrating telemetry. Inside Homey Muffin’s cell a
brilliant pinpoint of light shot from the keyhole and entered his body through
his left nostril. His body began to vibrate and alchemically transmute into a
pure energy being. The steel bars in the death box began to vaporize as the
electromagnetic wizard’s molecules joined with Little Muffin’s.
Moving upwards towards the heavens the duo dissected a HAARP projection. They
flashed across the southwest at high altitude on the fringes of space.
The bells and sirens went off at the
NORAD command center, Cheyenne Mountain Colorado. The radars and satellites
studied the ionized fireball moving towards the Gulf of Mexico at tremendous
speed. Somewhere south of the island of Cuba the flaming ball descended into the
bay and rolled steaming into a mangrove swamp. Little Muffin and Prof. Bellman
emerged from the swamp holding hands. They followed a path into the
mountains.
FREE AT LAST!!!!!
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Posted: Sun - December
1, 2002 at 04:04 PM