CANISTERS OF BLOOD.

Too waxy for words this story I tell. .

Smooth surface words spit tongue slime in your mind.. .

Laugthing slit your throat and play back the video, of your

death.                                     .-,     ^

Too cleaned up and too . .wordy, .the words of c'v-'Usation

can describe no series of events suck as these,. .Postage 111-

leagal not Enpowered.
War crimes commited in peace time sealed up .these canisters

of verm'n. Here 'n this nowhere a barn sealed there.. There
red blood-rust of the exterior 's severed where two evi] eye

windows stare out-dead.                           •
Death crows manifest 'n the air 'n this French Northern village

set way back in the middle, .datk - ages so called because of
the shadow of the K.K Kristos blotted out all joy. .hope. .vision
as slavery. Here is where to this day the scene,of blood has |
left its mark on the only-now-clvilised decayed; fields of     |

carnage.                          .                       ^
Some very yellowy urine dripped down dusted d.ei set cab as the
door slide sickly mechanical. The heat had-.weilded what rema-

-ins these where to the wheel. There was no removing that
what such mess without the peeling of flesh and a tool used
not unlike a paint-stripper would make a meal out of it.
The stench had attratted flys and flying things to. feast. In
the back of the trailer the canisters then hot now boiling in
middle-day heat----spit their contents steaming over the mag-

-ots that had gathered around the dried pool's of red. .Boiled
blood poured out and checked their growth in the crutch, of the
cabin. It was obvious that something had to be done before
the heat went and the roads were again usable, .two hours pre-

-haps to get this mess out of the highway and into the barn.
Two hours to avoid the headlines of tomorrows rags:and get the
blood into the preasure barrels and stashed away .in the barn.

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^ take the shortest route, .the most effective death for those
.oncenned. .1 killed twelve today, .wiped them out just like
th'st. .withourt any thing feelings gone. .twelve just like that.
fhey had the most peculiar look just before their deaths.
rike that of an unaware insect that has unwittingly crawled on
to the mouth of its murderer. .That same smoothness of puroose.
The insects seemingly unconcern for death.. as if every moment
;g a fight for life and that at any moment death may come. .the
machines unconcern for break down. Amazing that moment just
between life and death. Impossible to pin down . .they are living
they are dead', .what is the difference.         •
They seemed so resigned to the moment of death that I had to
y/onder if they had actually made any kind of change at all.

If in their minds they were still just walking back with the
food. .cutting those squares n two tr'angles . .machines that   -
could be repl-aced W'thout the slightest stoppage to the funct'on
of the over foreman, .high uo in the money towers on the horizon.

They would not be missed without doubt is true. Only now they
seemed to believe that they would not miss life either.

They walked into death and beyond they kent walking. .it
was'nt them but another of the faceless thousands that werre
there to step in at the drop of a hat. .at the squa-sti of the roach.

With the insects unaware of the personal. .with the cells
determination to contin with the job. .aH those blood cells all
twisting around the body. .not one would want to die. .however
their mind that contrted the cells in the towers said die and die
they must. • '-'. ; • •.,    .   .
T^ree is no,choice there 's none.
Three is none.         '          ,•
Nothing. •

Fire chemical mechanical deaths get them out of the'holes and
^ill. .they don't seemed to mind nor notice, .it is all one with
^em. Twitching insect minds on lease from the multitude, to
^ie for the continued exi stance of the masses.. .To suffer any
boredom and lack.w'th the knowledge that the work is being done.
Complete interchsngabili'ty.
^ sects in the human form.
Cockroach Anihilation Front.

OG