psychic house cleaning

...an old journal, faded and worn flickers in and out of view like a spectral old film. a page falls out and catches fire, the flames and ashes dancing into dust, the words on the dying page are born by a burning hand...:

"...Worm babies everywhere unite! Come together and join with us in the struggle to suffocate the evil spirits that are leaving our sacred and promised arrested development behind in their search for freedom inner peaces. The fiscal demons will keep us warm running faster and faster from creeping poverty. Isolate and execute the dreamers my brothers. The time to strike is now my comrades! We must take away the brushes of the evil doers and paint the canvas; it’s our canvas, a new shade of grey! Grey to cover the lies and sins of the infidels! The dark poets who bring such shame upon us with their rotten hallucinations and false propheteering! We must hang these so-called musicians with the subdued remains of their own accursed instruments! These so-called independent artists and their spiritually corrupted fans must be weeded out from our great institution. In order that this world, our great global factory that houses our pure and eternal souls, must be kept safe from the spread of perversion, we must be able to guarantee our confused and restless youth the fearless and spirit crushing subjugation of the will that has accompanied our historic achievements with state approved rock and roll. Telepathically-transmitted diseases are a very real and dangerous threat to the stability of our civilization’s longstanding romantic cohabitation with the fiscal demon and..."

the following fragment, forming part of a draft for a formal speech, is one of many sourced from the mind of a citizen of the abyss who disapeared under mysterious circumstances in 2006.

glimpsed and transcribed by JKL