NARRATION ON ALL:
We see monks walking through dimly lit catacombs, through the eyes of a rat. As the rat scurries throughout the catacombs past the monks’ feet, it runs up under an illuminated door of gold and special insignias of ornament. Through the rat’s eyes, three monks are seen dressed in cow’s skins. When a human, dressed in white with a purple scapular walks into the room with his astrological consultant, the rat runs from beneath the door, jumps onto a cross, and listens to their prayers.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(kissing his purple scapular, then looking at all in room)
Astrologer! This room, endowed upon us by this GALACTICS CLERGY, when the moon of doom finishes this guarter, will it disappear? And if TIME FOLDS in here, the rest will find out that we are the conspirators of this death so cold !
ASTROLOGER
(sweating in fear, wipes his forehead)
Your Grace, only the Galactics Clergy here before you can answer to that equation of TIME versus TIME. But, I think it is here for the duration of the BET!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
(with a gruesomely stern voice)
Prisoners of the Hue-man trait, Lord’s Minus’s Alpha Bet violation which gave you the KNOWLEDGE TREE rots. MAN, has corrupted his prison sentence to command our arrival to stop the uses of illegal variants in your diction. Your Hue-man prisoners’ promiscuities have dealt yourselves a GALACTICS and CLERGY “BET” between all species that speak throughout this TRANSVERSUS, our Lexicon. They know of your TRIES! These TEMPLERS’ masonics have started a war of LINGUISTIC RACING! Astrologer! Your “BONES MEN,” and the other members of your pathetic clan were told not to usher in the “word” UNIVERSE! You don’t own land, time, or space that versus itself! You were told that there was to be no written “U” because of MURMURS “SHUNS” called “UNIVERSE.” You were told that there was to be no unriddling the written “J,” just the “I!” Its secrets might break the “LUZ!” Stop this lie on the heavens, we are your thanatophobia! We tell you what time you have been sold to. “UNI,” can’t “VERSE” its SELF and that is “UNIWOMB” genius loci.
ANOTHER GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
And you reversed the phonetics of the double “V” to “U’s!” You were told that the ELECTRO-MAGNETIC spectrum knowledge around this EARTH-SEED was to grow, our odds as a “GAMMA BURST,” to = “ODDS,” x “DIANOETICS.” We told you about this prison seed’s magnetic spectrum and you were told your prayers would cause MURMUR! That is the BETS’ sacrilege that spawned the first MIS-DEALER! These minuscule mis-deals and mis-dealers, we can not tolerate! Monk’s Monarchist, you have lost the Alpha of
Bets!
A THIRD GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
And you set yourselves up that way! Now, your LETTERS will RACE! Atom, after eating, spilled himself on our TREE to cause rot for SLANGUAGE and DIALECTS! We CORRECTED with illuminations that caused fear! Your Monks were pleased. Why weren’t you? We only say this to you in your phonetic formula to warn. Now, we will have to teach the true Odd’s of your nature and of God’s that BET on virgins.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
We do not know what to do! The people want to read. They know what to “READ” means. And they have begun to collect our words to devise their own language, slanguage, and dialects. We should not have let the system get out of our MONK’S MONARCHIST hands! our primitive understanding of this ALPHA BET is PARADOXED! Our phonetics have omitted us and our break-out plans! our phonogram photonics and rhyme have exploited us. The stars did show us the future LANGUAGE TREE burning out. The HORROR’S of MATH’S CAESAR’S have molded us to FORGE it a WRINGER!
The Monk’s Monarchist slaps his Astrologer hard.
ASTROLOGER
May the stars curse you, and all Monarchist Diary’s!
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(crying with anger)
You have read Scriptures, scrolls, and charts. You know we have arranged for the Calendar to be changed to the date of the death of the MIS-DEALER, healer! or was it the date of its resurrection? I don’t know, these things must be changed now! Before the people as a populace can truly read! Oh, if only they were just satisfied being peasants, cows, and sheep! Galactics Clergy, I know we are prisoners and we chose our own ways of speaking to separate the RACES! When we found your RIFF’S written in the stars, we forgot we were prisoners. It’s been so long! These letters that are illegal RHYTHMIC VARIABLES, can not be lost! We are beyond Latin, once taught to us by the stars, and you. If this BOOK is made for definition, we ask that the GARBAGE GOD, “REAPER GRIMM,” gives in this new book called the “DICTIONARY,” his mathematical kill for astrological advantages. Allow me credit to finish the BET! I beg of you!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
You have a history, Hue-mans, of bordering from us! And that is why you
are prisoners! We may call you “HOPE,” Monk’s Monarchist! You’re a warden. Why don’t you act like one? We gave you all of the military restrictions for these Hue-man Legions. Your sheep want to know. Your time has come and gone. It’s our turn now! We will speak to the “HORRORS,” and deed you your debt in a PROVECT game made especially for prisoners like you, with a spell for aeronautics and aerodynamics on your ILLUMINATED MANUSCRIPTS. A new BET you have to STAKE ON. May our LETTERS cure your taste for GALACTICS FAME! You will burn in your own hell for your MARIST MARTYRDOM placed on our CHIMES TIME Calendar. Remove those Hue-man NAME FANES. Or there will be a war on the virtues of your names with our court church’s APPARITOR POINTS to destroy their fame’s linguistics. Your “ORDAINED BIRTH NAMES” have made a mockery of our accountant’s books and caused loopholes in time and space. Your “HAND” must be corrected now! The “BED” bet on your tossed word “WOMBED MAN” has been uncovered. Your “Word’s” trials lies in it because you won’t speak it!
ASTROLOGER
(hearing times steeple bells)
This wringer we speak of. Is it here to protect or object to our PHONETIC VERSES, and GALACTICS CHIME TABLE? Because those are the chimes for the next COSMIC FLUSH!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
Your archaeology team has not found a WELL containing a VOCAL’S GOD. We receive no magnetic spectrum of this suppository. We see that your Monks are building machines from garbage! As once warned before, phonetics made from garbage, will die by garbage! Now GRIMMS LAW and press, bet letters on “PAGES” that “ROLL!” So only the WELL’S GOD can answer that. It is your CHIMER!
CUT TO:As the Astrologer and the Monk’s Monarchist watch, we see the three Galactics Clergy Monks form a triad and hold all their hands out, fingertip to fingertip.
THE THREE GALACTICS CLERGY MONKS
(chanting)
Your Horrors... we regret to inform you of this new DICTIONS root’s death. The Vocal-Well God has jumped its bail. The Hue-man prisoners do not like their jail... it is obvious they seek the stars themselves, best we present to this Hue-man Monk... the Galactics truths that hail. Here this date, since this prison planet began to spin, December 15, 1111. HORRORS! REPRESENT us with this RUBBISH and restore us a LETTER RACER. TO WIN!
We see the appearance of a finely ornamented bottle in the Galactics Clergy Monk’s hands and then one of them hands it over to the Monk’s Monarchist. While another Galactics Clergy monk grabs the Astrologer and mysteriously, without shedding a drop of blood, removes his heart, eyes, and brain and places them upon a pile of rubbish containing metals, powders, and earth. The Galactics Clergy Monk then throws the Astrologer’s dead body to the side.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(trying to hide his fear for his life)
I may fear you! But, I do not fear Death! We can not stop the progress that is at hand with phonetics. our multiples of sins and sinners will choose their own paths. There was no need to kill my astrologer! He served us both well! Blessed be the father, the son, and the holy ghost. Amen.
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
Stop that... we say! We offer you this last RIFF, this GIFT. This room. As your astrologer had dreaded, this room is BIO-DIMENSIONAL, call from here for all conflicts. These words are not made for UP or DOWN. But, this room of doom will greet your next astrologer with warning. If he does not obey the Transversus rules of the Alpha Bet, there will be A COLLISION of the womb with language. Incomplete and unchecked phonetic value will be attributed to the teachings of Lords Minus and his rules of MURMUR!
MONK’S MONARCHIST
But it is written Lords Minus’s INCISION tactics and the star alignments, will cause us to use our TIES to exalt our races to a place called heaven... LIES?
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
Yes, Monk’s Monarchists, and from this EVE forward your SLANG will BOUT on earth with the RAMM:ELL:ZEE!
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(falling to his knees, clutching his shepherd’s cane)
Why did we bring this CENTURION of GOTHIC FUTURES to the betting CABAL table?
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
(waving his hand across and spitting on the rubbish)
You are now one of many that will see what prophets LIE false, and because its time, we must remove every lying SINDOMISM, the BETS TRAGEDIES must be known!
CUT TO: INT. CORNER OF THE FROZEN CATACOMB ROOM OVER RAMMEL
We see a horrible incantation come to life. Metal parts begin mending together from lightning bolts, old clothes, earth, and the eyes, brain, and heart of the astrologer, into a gigantic machine that is gathering parts to complete itself from many time periods in the future.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(looking in horror at what is constructing before his eyes)
You said we could police ourselves! Your WRINGERS have no mercy! Our branch of the LANGUAGE TREE will be written on the system of carnage as a future sport!
The Monk’s Monarchist and the Galactics Clergy Monks cover their eyes from a blinding light emanating from the WRINGER, the RAMM:ELL:ZEE.
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
What is that noise? It sounds like vault doors slamming and opening around it! Are they windows of time entering it or being channeled through it? Noooo! It’s...
We see from within one of the window-like vaults of time passing through the structuring of the RAMM:ELL:ZEE’S exoskeleton and entering the room, a gray-haired green man who is half-lizard.
ALPHA POSITIVE
Clergy men! The RAMM:ELL:ZEE is of a paradox! An equation that if it was to win, its fame name should be placed in this new book called the Dictionary as a warning! The genes of this astrologer were not tested by the master cook, Chaser, the eraser. Remember Clergy, you brought this equation upon yourselves! Your mythologies, Monk’s Monarchist, are romantic but have no science! Your fears and tears of and for what you call “the heavens” days are numbered! Master cook! Present yourself!
POV - RAT
We see Alpha Positive throw a white napkin on the floor. The napkin turns into a puff of smoke and then into a neon yellow, red gunned eared, spike bearded, spray canistered, hat wearing restauranteur and maitre d’ holding a long vacuum pump coming from his coat. Chaser the Eraser grabs his vacuum pump.
CHASER THE ERASER
Sinister Alpha Positive, the galaxy has revolved twice since the last time I’ve seen you! What can I do for you on this wretched and morbidly tasteless planet? These prisoners are not on my menus! And the TOMB’5 CLERGY’S have no taste! Their CELIBACIES are delicacies when they are liars! None of these have lied! But, this Monarchist from this time period has such beautiful liars eyes for blind man’s pie! This cloth he’s wearing would make a great table dressing to dine on. The ambrosia for a seating weighs in at two crowns!
ALPHA POSITIVE
(pointing at the RAMM:ELL:ZEE, looking at Chaser)
That is a fair price for this Monk. But we cannot indulge in that b1essed event now. Our problem is the genetic code of this new WRINGER. I want you to add certain genetic codes to its futures. Place a CLOCK on its might and its sleep! And while its still genetically cooking, it must never enter water in its exoskeleton. These gene memories are to kick-in, in any calculable of time, as long as my Alpha Bet’s stakes are still on WOMB VERSUS MAN as to what the Transversus is! With the side bet on the reversing of the “J” and the “Z.” The second that it becomes an Illuminated Manuscriptor in the Earth year 1976 by drawing its FIRST TANK LETTERS. Chaser, make it cure so that these knowledge’s kick-in then! I will teach it the rest of what it needs to know about this ALPHA BET between Lords Minus and I!
CHASER THE ERASER
(stirring a mixture in his cauldron)
The reversal of the “J” and the “Z’. will open the paradox door to start the LETTERS to RACE! Don’t the religions on this planet believe that first was the WORD? My mixture has cooled to the right consistency. Shall I add it?
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
This activity will make the RAMM:ELL:ZEE analyze our BET’S situation with militancy! If not careful, and we are within a womb, it has enough weaponry to cause a COSMIC FLUSH! This Earth has enough natural resources to become an Ova! This must not be allowed! The Hue-man prisoners must rot here! They must never break out of this solar system for what they did to our phonetics and Lexicon! AND ALL THAT WAS TINE AS A VINE! Killed by an arrow shot from your tower of “BABEL!”
ALPHA POSITIVE
Your Clergy’s can always escape time, even if it’s frozen or has frozen the rot of a Cosmic Flush for evidence in any trial up against any of the Horrors! We boarder space and time from you! These prisoners must be re-educated on their crimes... or become a food source! Your Clergy, Monk’s Monarchist, will continue in moot!
MONK’S MONARCHIST
Martyrs will die before betting with armed LETTERS!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
Noted! Our welders will write it among all of the galactics and this “GENIAL,” it must quake and rot! We the SPORT’S OP EGO’S, SUPER’S EGO’S and the ID’S will safeguard our “IDLE-WHEEL” by cracking its COG to draw on a trapping of a second BIBLICAL VIRGIN.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
Good! Her new WOMB could save us all, because our prayers’ rages might have started a fetal formation.
ALPHA POSITIVE
(speaking to the Galactics Clergy)
Which one of you will stay behind?
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
(kneeling)
I will! And so will thy readings of the MICROMER!
CHASER THE ERASER
We will need the Monk’s Monarchist’ B BOOK OF NEMESIS. And your BOOR OF OMNICORPOREAL, Alpha Positive... good, Good! You have them. The Transversus thought they were lost. This is a set-up! And that pain will BURN the heart of the WRINGER out, long before 1976. The books have roasted to a cool, for a TOOL. Monk’s Monarchist, it’s your Call! Shall I deduct this from your account?
MONK’S MONARCHIST
I have no choice! Will you lend me some ambrosia, maitre-d ERASER? To reset against the POSITIVE versing the MINUS? My orders are to remove our defenses called “MASCULINE” and “FEMININES.” They legislate our emotions.
CHASER THE ERASER
Your life expectancy is twenty-six more Earth years. At our present weight to weight denominations that would be sufficient in CROWNS of AMBROSIA... done! I take precedence now as the MASTER COOK and scorch this wringer with thy elixir to forge Its skins, a TOOL that CENSURES SINS! Ah yes the RAMM:ELL:ZEE has begun to flux and cure! And as usual, I am vowed by the rules of carnage, that with this ambrosia... “IT” will forever be a GARBAGE GOD! Id! Super Ego! Are you going my way? Our work is done here. Future Hue-man RAPPER’S brains are on the menu now in spite! Ah! To eat and drink their horrors! Dinner is on me!
POV - RAT
Full view of all in room.
CHASER THE ERASER (Continued)
(turning to speak to the Monk’s Monarchist)
Here is half of your remaining Earth years in crowns of ambrosia. Knowing that when you get credit from me, you must prepare for the ERASE.
A spray from the top of Chaser the Eraser’s hat covers the Monk’s Monarchist. The Monk’s Monarchist begins to age 13 years. At the same time, while the Monk’s Monarchist ages, the RAMM:ELL:ZEE’S solid form appears and speaks.
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
(in a robot-sounding voice)
Fools who awaken this equation, I automatically BET the WOMB and its STEEPLES! Death awaits to know who!
ALPHA POSITIVE
We do! I am your WHEELER. These are your DEALERS.
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
(breathing fire and checking its arsenal)
Systems monitoring 100 percent... weapons capability. Specify nature for implementation. Categories as such: Wager Gathering, Political Defense, Debater Negotiator, Political Assassin, Planetary Defense, LITURGIOLOGIST, Galactics Messenger, Linguistics Officer, Protector of Linguistics’ Refrigeration, Illuminated Manuscriptor, Astrologer, Galactics Martial Lawist, Bet Enhancer. EQUATE MISSION OR MISSIONS!
CHASER THE ERASER
Alpha Positive, it seems all systems Check! And since I owe you one, we will all agree that I had nothing to do with this WRINGER! I would lose customers if the Galactics were to find out!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
Our FOLD in space and time has opened! our prayers are with you, Monks. Chaser, quickly efore the FOLD unfolds and we are trapped here forever. Alpha Positive, we assume the worst! May this BET never get to trial!
The Monk’s Monarchist falls into a corner of the room, well-aged.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
We have only moments left. The crusaders might find us here. Pick the calculables for its future tasks.
ALPHA POSITIVE
(helping the Monk’s Monarchist off the floor)
our Linguistics have been tampered with.
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
(looking at the rat, cautiously)
Sensorium detects the history of this SEED’S electromagnetic spectrum. 14 Language branches have been placed in an indicavit. Insert into memory, Wager Department status.
ALPHA POSITIVE
The Womb’s Language Tree of paradox has contracted this branch to be severed from our roots and deemed a “MOLD.” Combinate all categories and state your calculations on what would infer or interfere.
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
Warning... If the insignia on these monks’ robes are of the galactics, I will RAISE all CHIMES TIMES your FATES!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
(watching time unfold to a new time in space)
Yes, they are. And I am. Now, let it be known that the part o£ you that is an astrologer must condemn what is in your heart. This species LETTER’S that you must now invoke upon... say it Monk’s Monarchist... say it!
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(cringing with little strength)
Will you make these letters AUTOMOTIVE and ARMED, but without instilling the “PI” factor on their SERIF’S and maintain or give these Clergies its “ION’’ FUTURES!
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
(still looking at the rat)
This is not a test!... To WRINGER... TOOLS who BET their RAMM:ELL:ZEE as a MECHANIC, will find the resurrection of said planet EARTH’S LETTERS in progression of their structure’s GOTHIC FUTURES to CHASSIS. It will sum the thunder’s “SEVEN DEADLY SINS” o£ the HORRORS in and with “APPARITOR POINTS!” With one forbidden card-tome, I must reject this planet and flush it! The Martyrs are attacking! This RAT has heard us, and our plans to use the Letter’s Ions to allow itself to future WEAPON-SLAVE!
ALPHA POSITIVE
(looking for the rat)
Vermin! What vermin? No rat could survive this cold!
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
(pointing its arm in the direction of the rat)
Metabolics Systems detect Galactics ANTIQUITY in the rat’s genetic code.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(hiding behind the Galactics Clergy Monk)
Where is it? Kill it! Rill it!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
Alpha Positive, we must get this Monk’s Monarchist out of here! Leave this catacomb through this grave, Monarchist... RAMM:ELL:ZEE, hear what my brain waves are saying.
MONK’S MONARCHIST
(leaving in struggling terror) Alpha Positive, there is no time to equate! m e RAMM:ELL:ZEE must figure the BET out for itself!
The Monk’s Monarchist locks himself into an empty tomb.
ALPHA POSITIVE
(next to the tomb, screaming at the Monarchist)
May the prophets of war be on our side.
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
No! They will not be. This crime has engaged!
A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK
(opening a view port on one of the ice-ridden walls)
There is to be no peace while this BET rages on throughout the Transversus. These pathetic Martyrs... they do not even know what they’re gambling on, or with. I will fold time and space again and leave them to their crime. Alpha Positive, step through the portal.
ALPHA POSITIVE
(shooting lasers from his eyes at the rat)
Show yourself! Whom art thou? Curses! The Martyrs are getting too close for comfort!
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
Powering optical lasers.
ALPHA POSITIVE
(in fear of THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE’S weaponry)
You cannot fire in here! You’ll collapse the catacombs!
CUT TO: Rat mutates into a tornado that then turns into a Garbage God. It is “WIND,” the mother of natures.
WIND
(shooting flames-from her hands at Alpha Positive)
How many times are you going to make this illegal BET? These prisoners should be allowed to travel throughout the Transversus, so I can be recusant with my SEED so that it will be too late for their waste to form a new Odd’s God or Goddess! If they stay too long, ROT will happen! I know that the Horrors will never parole them! Our time is up! m e Martyrs have begun to break through these walls!
We see and hear BOMBARDMENTS from CATAPULTS that launch immense flaming arrows the side of tree logs through the walls of the catacombs, as the RAMM:ELL:ZEE powers up one of its missiles, and launches. Wind’s tornado sweeps Alpha Positive and the Galactics Clergy Monk into the fold of time and space, when another large flaming arrow crashes through the chest of the RAMM:ELL:ZEE.
ALPHA POSITIVE Noooooo!
The RAMM:ELL:ZEE is pinned to an icy wall of the catacomb, when a purple hood filled with smoke, stars, and galaxies appears before the RAMN:ELL:ZEE known throughout the Transversus as one of its gamblers that deal time’s. A “HORROR,” named “VILE.”
A HORROR VILE
(re-cellulates the Martyrs into a lump of pus with eyes and body parts smoldering and slowly turns to face RAMM:ELL:ZEE)
Run! Tell your Hue-mans of what you have witnessed. I will tell your future of what must now take place! Monk’s Monarchist, you are now cursed, a witness forever! Performer of the equation, RAMM:ELL:ZEE, I know you can still hear me. Due to this part of the BET, one of you will die here! I will take the rest of your armaments and bring them as seasonings for this future Earth-Seed’s LANGUAGE TREE. Forever in your mind will be the SNELL to return here! I, “VILE,” state so!
The Horror walks toward camera and speaks.
CUT TO: Full body shot of The Horror.
A HORROR VILE (Continued)
Hue-mans! You have challenged our gamblers truths for the last time! If you continue to believe that all has been based on your physical structure and mentality and destroy the second RAMM:ELL:ZEE, I will give orders to have your sun drained and freeze your rotting carcasses and memories of yourselves! Space travel, you were warned not to have and involve yourselves in. Your Clergies were ordained to DISAVAUNCE you... so that you wouldn’t want to involve yourselves further in escaping from this prison! We, the HORRORS, can’t stop your genetic memories, and you will use them to try to escape, but we have sent criminal spies filled with lies to drink from. As we did with the first MIS-DEALER! You need to listen and list! 18 billion years and only now your genetic memories will SUE you blind! Respect us and stay home! Stay home! For once you step foot into outer space, past your solar system’s asteroid belts, a group called the EPEXEGESIANS will begin to drain your suns’ fission core! Another group that does not want you to use illegal VARIANTS are called the SABERVATTS. mis is all I will tell you! I turn my back on you Hue-mans!...Spirit of the equation for assassination, I will take thee to your next BID in time. RAMM:ELL:ZEE, I fold time for thee. Enter!
We see a time Quake filled With fire bring forth REAPER GRIMM.
REAPER GRIMM
Viewers do you see an injustice?... Now I shall speak! Flamers of injustice... I must interrupt... for you it’s been no time... no time at all! How does your gut feel? Ready to fall? For me it’s been a long damn crime... to pull up what’s a rhyme! You think Chaser the Eraser is the only one who could cook? SPORTS... what’s evil? What do you think truly is HELL’S?... Wombs? Egg shells? Chicken first? Chime bells? Signals first? One times flight of a Bets’ Catacombs plights?... The master COOR put beer in the mixture! A fixture of his own promise!... Hue-man’s, I’m gonna give you the PRINTING PRESS anyway! FULL FORCE} This is what your Monk’s Monarchist BET and won! And I must honor for thee! You see... they didn’t tell you that... did we?... Now what do you want to do? I can STAY or I can FOLD. I don’t hear anything except for our DOOM! Prisoners in that jail of a CASINO called a room. No interjections? What’s matter? Can’t find a MIC? Now who did that to you? Wasn’t me! Now my face might look evil... hah... hah... hah... haaaaaaaaaaaa! But the BET of you has been RECOILED now! May you forbid it! I will use the HORROR’S TINE FOLD for your benefit! And pray it does not run out soon! Noon will be upon this planet’s newly forming COCOON. I’m pleased to tell you... you’ve done quite well! Ha Ha ha Haaaaaa! I’m enjoying your unhappiness. In your time period... you smoke a thing called cigarette. Light one. Now... while I have the chance... let’s see how sinister I can be towards HUE! I have herded the IDLE WHEEL towards your devotions. FOOLS! When you make the COMPUTER, after this PRINTING PRESS is given to you, the last lock on your LINGUISTICS POISONING will be broken!
CUT TO: A SKELETON with an eye lacuna-like beard, chromed fused with high-speed visions of future facts expelling in front of the viewers on camera till it focuses on Reaper Grimm.
REAPER GRIMM
(revealed and continues talking)
I, the REAPER o£ GRIMM’S bettors, your “stone rag,” the “cloth” that Wipes you off this TREE’S “HIS-STORIES” of sins, loses and wins. A rebinder, I did not engage you in this ALPHA of BETS! Your inf1uences of yourselves, due to a word known as “WAR” with yourselves, has right in front of you, burned three “HOOKS” known as “BOOKS.” Have you triggered why “PRAY,, is in the word “SPRAY?” Last stop... all watch your GOTHIC FUTURE!
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN
Overhead shot, a dissension to a park gathering in Brooklyn, as time stops its folding in the Earth Year, 1976.
Focus on A YOUNG SPEAKER standing in a cipher of nine people called “DIVINE GODS,” with an interior nucleus known as a “BISHOP,” from the numerology cult known as “THE FIVE PERCENT.”
A DIVINE GOD
(stepping forward a little, and questioning)
What is the foci? Don’t answer wrong again!
A YOUNG SPEAKER
(getting up off the ground with blood on his face)
This Earth DIVINE GOD.
A DIVINE GOD
(in an ARREST position: hands behind him)
And why is this Earth a Seed?
A YOUNG SPEAKER
(in a REST position: hands in front of him)
A DEUCE ACE placed on the Calendar’s re-demise had tasted RACISM in their Monarch’s “GREE” language tree!
A DIVINE GOD
And what was that CLERICAL INJURIES SUM for us, this year 1976?
A YOUNG SPEAKER
m e death of their DICTION’S TREE, from this FOCI will be. An electro-magnetic spectrum’s lock which divided US into WE. I am the cue for the “U’s” doubled “V!” No matter how much this Country states it CLEFTS! Phonetic thieves have become an ALTERNATE PLEA for our discussions of this MILITARISTIC DICTIONARY’S INDO-EUROPEAN TREE, through our ROMAN LETTER NUMEROLOGY.
THE BISHOP
And how do you know this? I think you speak RAMMEL. So, now you will be exorcised. Do you believe it is a shame how language can be a calamity to why the Dictionary’s Language Tree has been noted to cause its own demise! For it will not represent all that CRIES!
A YOUNG SPEAKER
At least I’ll be a RAMMEL that DEFIES! Broken branches it seems, have DOOMED your PLIES to be a paradox which flaws our ties. Their masculine and femine have blind our eyes. And we’re not even on the Tree to express our lives with our own signs. I may be a new initiation to this foundation that the police will want to ride. It’s a shame... that regardless to what you believe, keeps man as a card up its sleeves through religion and its deeds. So my answer is yes!
THE BISHOP
(walking around outside of the cipher)
Well, then it’s a shame because that ROOK’S Dictionary in your hand is RAMMEL to me!... Again I defame you because... I don’t like its legacy! Or its mind!
A YOUNG SPEAKER
You don’t prefer to believe in man’s superior entities functions, you prefer to believe in a bet’s biblical conjunction. These nations re-quilted on their sighs to bandaid. They revoked on Latin, its only curse! Choking from within their hides. Now, I don’t want to be the one to destroy this mission’s cherry, but I am going to represent what the LETTER decides. Even if with you, it collides. I want you to know, I feel like I’m on the A-BUTS decision of dexterities for all galaxies!
THE BISHOP
I prefer to inquisition outside of that CISSOID, but the Clergy’s know to let their BETS ride! It’s a shame its diction for our dictions has a cipher’s reprise.
A YOUNG SPEAKER
I accept being called RAMMEL. I shall add an “L” and a “ZEE!” And for that, I know I’ll cry... for the wish to die BISHOP.
THE BISHOP
What is your LETTER RACER’S locked clock in slue of this Webster’s Dictionary?
A DIVINE GOD
Bishop, here come the cops!
THE BISHOP
We have time. Reposition yourself for the answer.
THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE
A “J,” the PLEROTIC, an “IMP” has used “ITS HOOK” to break the “LUZ” and drain our marrow of TRAINS TREE knowledge. For language has festered with slanguages and dialects of their histories “IOCHIA.” our card-tome is at STAY. Now the “J” must be reversed by a reversed “Z” and its “Z-BAR” rules with the flame of its military that “Eve’d” illuminations. An evolution for me to set free for all to see! As hard core “E” WORDES epsilon’s chassis enters war as the “BURNER” sigma. If they are reversed, the “U,” “V,” and “W” will skip to its omitted place of APPARITOR POINTS. If not, the “J’s” embrace will be rapped with reprehensibility on each word it represents to demolish its His-stories!…
[page 1-20 of Alpha’s Bet]