They talked about death. Hoensch said that death itself was only an illusion under permanent construction, that in reality it didn’t exist.
In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow.
Nothing can become. Nothing changes.
So death created time to grow the things that it would kill…
Here I am—Old Betty Boop whoopsing behind the skull-microphone
wondering what Idiot soap opera horror show we broadcast by Mistake
—full of communists and frankenstein cops and
mature capitalists running the State Department and the Daily News Editorial
hypnotizing millions of legional-eyed detectives to commit mass murder on the Invisible