explain that to the judge.            .                    I3
And about the bag full of motor'sts heeds on. the beck window.
Now faced with the problem of burial in the desert.. .Expensive
even on the cheao.                        .,- .:; ;.;\;

MERR   UP THE STRIRSRPTeR.R.TEN
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case over cocKroach          ,
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SEE THEM KILL THEM CHOP THEM-"
SEE THEM KILL THEM CKQP.THQt-W-'

And while sitting in the evenning the music on the tape took
a sinister tone. The chords were the familar disjointed as
always, but it was something there is the music which brou-

-ght back her dream of the night before, The night outside
the windows of her child jhood, always seen ire desolation and
bringing on the death feel, the wind outside the windows,
trees bowing and tap the glass, nothing so distinct but the
general scene, The image of those windows built up during
numerous ni'ght-mares signify fear. ,
Somebodyiis out there, an un-specified enemy that wishes
death, a-feeling more than human.

In the mprning when she went outside the back-yard with the
members of'her family there was three of the households pet
cats corpses, strung up from the guttering, something had left
a sign of hate for them, , , so difficult to imagine during waking
hours the scene is brought back by the music.
" I can tell I'm getting close to thenn, I'm looking for my fri-

-ends. . .No.I don't know they are here, , or even that they went
this way, , but I. can tell I must be near by the music, .its all
in the music.-." .                   ,

Chords bring back the dream state, fear, ,i got the fear.
so that as t-he music rose into significance so did the fear.
Then the vision of the cockroach, not a normal one, , the
sound of all that clattering and baning noises of six giant legs
coming accross the kitchen floor. The giant roach as real as "i
the thought ;i,s her head, comes Invading her vision into the
room from the; kitchen.

All brought on by that music, chanting dischords that they are.
And of the previous nights dream.

Nothing else to do but dislocate all emotions and take down the
dead strung up bodies of the three cats, cut them loose without
a sign of recognition, for she knows this is a dream, despite
the realism, a'nd as such this is a test, observation, a short
trip into the brain, or as they would say on the back of those
pretentious book review gibberous liner notes, ,:" A travelogue
into the very depths of the psyche, , , exposing the very depths
of the matter: the human condition Its self. . "                ;

But we'll have none of that here.

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