5209. POSITRON REFLEX

POSITRON REFLEX

Here's the way I make it now back from the

dead the very cleave'd dead, the dainty ones

who can never move but never believe again either.

An atomic bomb on the way to the USA sneaked 

on board a Malaysian jetliner filled with 44 USA agents

on the way back here  -  all is found out, in a willful

panic and admission by decision, of culpability. The

entire thing is brought down, deep to sea, and so as

not to detonate whatever portable device is aboard :

USA knows its culpability, yet can say nothing except

to spread confusion and apprehension about location, 

various 'pinging' sounds, different probable sites, differing

cover stories about durations of silences, messages, and the

rest. Everyone else who may have deceased upon the plane,

will be dealt with eventually but let's get through  this now first. 

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I believe, I believe in nothing at all; except the trancheing of

lies and the spreading of mischief. In the duplicity of everything

and the sincerity of none. How are killers made? They are born

and go to school  and are taught the same religions as the precious

fool. Once unhinged, the metal sprite of the knife arises. All things

take their marks. The drama coach begins teaching the steps.