And the dead rise Up", how easy It Is to say that, with no fear
at all, as long as the chances that it will happen are non-

-existant. When In the dream/film mode that sehte'nwe'inspires
the fear and every sound and flicker of llght^ori'the dark walls
is a sign of some deadlier significance, symbolic in its evil eye
on the televisual set.                    '" "'\ \"\'--"-
Something is trying to come through, from the'fiTsi'd e of my head
somewhere, its not at all as dry and brittle a's'tfre words that
record this feeling, The words seem to define it beyond1 recogn-

--ition, it is the unknown sounds and flashes or Ifght from the
pieces of film blowing in the wind that brings It 'a:ll through, the
corner of the eye feelings, every open door has an eye and unfa-

-milar face starring through It, The T.V. set has a'laughthing
demon face in it, even now the fear in the room is high, screach

—ing frequencies but the words bring it all back'into the known
and the fear diminishes, nothing els'e to do'but keep writing,
ignore the faces at the window, No I rise up andligo:ou't, look oven
the balcony down 220 feet, see the broad sky cIbUd's wizz over
the wind has changed from south to east, 'there 1's 'significance
even in that , a massive storm clangs in distant/grey cloud, so
cold I feel my death waiting at the shoulder, the words again
define the unknown feeling, the words bring'the scene from the
edge of my vision into the center, nothlng'td do bu't keep writing.
The words destroy the fear, but I have other words urging me to

^increase the feeling, to find out what it is that wants to come
through, obviously some thing hidden by me. ''"'. ''
Over the balcony, as I become aware of the d'esire to throw




-self over and down, so the words in my thoughtcfe destroy that
feeling, best to Just keep thinking, define the'fear evaporate the
fear, with its every definition, No the fear Is not'that 'I may Jump
the fear has shifted aga&i, anything is possible at'the moment.
The dead will rise. They can at this very;fmomeht':d6;'s6. I cannot
say that without fear.                   '' '    -; . '-' !:

Lodte into the windows of the flats. I have'become less real. I
can do things I would not normally do. I can swing out over the droij
drop and fly around the scenic night, circle now the church tower
Keys rattle outside my door. I have the feeling now that I have
become time-less. I'm not fixed in time, I can see my self walking

out onto the balcony as t did a few minutes ago.

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CANISTERS OF DECAY.                               ;

A long string of neck ties hung a basket at about 50 feet   j
above the ground. A figure is seen hung climbing thw str- S

-ucture ''n the haze of the bad reception. Dushmen with    1
masheties are taking away from a pile of rancid black
plastic hinbags some remains of partly peeled heads,      i
The fire. brigade arr've and errect a ladder to reach the f- ;

-gigure in the neck ties. They must know best for the uni- |

-form denoted years of training in these matters.-They reach
and grab , the'left foot of the cl'nger. .they 'et go . .fa" not .
into safty but void. . .A small black shoe stl'1 held in the   I
friemans hand.     '              .                      ;

The wall 'n the toilet become the hid'ng place that w'H   ^
beat perception. Unscrew a fix'ng and the whole panel     ;

comes off. .inside 's the decorat'on I have des''nged my self

An ordinary, council tower block that contains the Egyptian'
tomb behind the toilet panneling. In amongst the p'pes the
heat from the central-heating presrerves the 1'fe of the cock-'

-roach and the immortal soul of the dead alike.

The d'amate in such a cupboard where the council heated :

water flows freely through the pipes is identical to the dry
heat of. the desert, .the sacred dung beatle domain, .the idea
cliamate. .to ensure the dead dry and rot not but are the off-

-ings to the beetles and other creeping things sacred to me
.. .The unholy four fold fabites of death, .make unto them a
shrine to the dead. The four achytypes of hell. .long cuban«|
heels and the stench of frozen dry decay, .coackroach lies ;

li eating of the.,cakes of light . .antteni twitch in inhuman
machine mode.,.,on the prodtruding tongue of the corpse. ..
. .It was,all too much to cope with the fear that the family ,
inherited after a.long wait on the counc'l rst..an the time :

the shrine remained empty, .there they would be heard to
say. . . . " Just think what it •'s that your going to buy. . .keep
your mindoff it.." Thus summing up the whole situation in
the most d'rect. manner possible.

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