World Of Gothic Futurism A title concerning a new twist on the old mythologies and religions. It explains through the form of "INTELLECTUAL HORRORS" the reasons for its intellectual existence as a statement for the warning set by the prophets of the "Macrocosmic" and the "Microcosmic." Which tales can only be told by the RAMM:ELL:ZEE. A performer of "Grimms Law," "Ikonoklast Letters Racerism" (TANKS) which are forms of illuminations that aeronautically and aerodynamically weapon-slave the Letters A thru Z. In today's ignorant yet somewhat technologically advanced society the heart-wrenching and brain-sweating thought of the flying Letter, using the masculines and femenines other than phonetically on the Letter that is neutral, but not an accessory to the human races, since speech is not an accessory to humans' passion to conceive. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE's study of the Dictionary's Language Tree combined with "Grimms Law" allowed the artist through art mediums such as paint on canvas, resin frescoes, drawings, sculptures, carpet, and performance art, including literature, lectures, poetry and music to maintain his intellectual factory as a stable foundation for this artforum which includes "mannerism" and "chiaroscuro." The street urbanism portrayed through these disciplines, combined with his mythology, transcends and ascends all time periods that have indulged and performed "FUTURES." In other words, this "MECHANIC" forms art to form his own government and coverment. Each work of art explained hereafter is to be known as a currency issued and signed by the artist as though he is the secretary of his own Treasury. Since he believes his art is a currency, the currencies have a war department to protect it. The artist has remained non-emotional since the beginning in describing this mythology and/or "STOCK" FUTURES due to the militancy of the subject and its potential to not contradict, but offer to the futurists and you, a horrific scientific view of the Transversus (universe) as a womb reversed from micro to macro. And the birth of an "ODDS GOD." The multiple personalities of the equation THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE performs for science. If this knowledge scares you the equation is working. Brown, Carlenho -"An artist based in Salvador Bahia, who I consider to be the Brazilian Rammellzee, but he teaches kids about drum patterns, and yes, he wears weird costumes, and yes he has a whole "futuristic" angle to what he does: but it's based maybe on a more dynamic and intriguing engagement with Afro-Diasporic values of cultural reconstruction." -Paul Miller [aka DJ Spooky] Rammellzee -picture in full regalia (1987). See his "Iconic Treatise on Gothic Futurism." -"I have a story about Ramm: I helped him sell some paintings to a label owner named" James Lavelle who runs a record imprint called Mo' Wax. A little while later I had my first gallery show at Annina Nosei in NYC. Ramm had shown at Annina in the early 80's and was furious instead of being supportive. There was alot of bad energy in the 80's art world. In any case, Ramm left a series of messages on my voicemail saying all sorts of interesting things like "nobody runs the transverse like me. You tell Annina to go fuck herself! I am the master of the transversal alphabet, nigga! You ain't shit and you ain't never gonna be shit. I hope you die! Tell Annina to go fuck herself!" Needless to say I called back and said things like "you ignorant crackhead! I will smash your fucking head in with a bat if I see you etc. etc." We haven't seen one another in a couple of years, and needless to say, I do not like Ramm, and trust me, I know his work very well. I respect elements of Ramm's work-and agree they are intriguing, but I wish people on the list could MEET and deal with both Ramm and Tricky. But hey, you're only hearing my side of the story. -Paul Miller [aka DJ Spooky] I have a story for you about the critic Paul Miller AKA DJ Spooky and THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE, of whom I have read about both, several times. I saw Spooky taking Hard Heat from the GOTHIC FUTURIST and Performer of the Equation, The RAMM:ELL:ZEE at the opening of Downtown 81. RAMM:ELL:ZEE was sad!...He was yelling at Spooky profusely so others around them could hear...Such as Fab Five Freddy, Glenn O'Brien, Maripol, DJ High Priest, and Michael Hollman to Inform them All of how Whacked Paul Miller is to write such an Embarrassing statement of "on the Dick" Policies toward RAMM:ELL:ZEE. Everyone watched as The RAMM:ELL:ZEE Destroyed him with Statements pertaining to James Lavelle of "MO WAX" as RAMM Proved what Spooky is Lying about. There is a Quote under the many RAMM:ELL:ZEE sites that States and proves that Spooky is a Liar. It reads...and I quote...Mr. Lavelle, if your house was on fire what records would you take and run with?...Mr. Lavelle replies: First my RAMM:ELL:ZEE's! After cutting off his Dreads for reasons of Money, unlike a real Rasta, just like J. M. Basquiat did, we find that DJ Spooky's critique on the RAMM:ELL:ZEE as "ON THE DICK POLICIES" are Laughable. Art sells itself if it's GOOD! RAMM Needs No Help. This critique by this female futurist who watched this One Sided Verbal Battle with all of the rest of the 80's "Hip People" of that "Downtown" Scene, which by Spooky's Frozen Body Language showed that he Coward in the eyes of what I consider to be, the most important Performer from the NYC Subway culture, Its Military, and its FUTURISM on the LETTER'S CHASSIS. After reading what DJ Spooky wrote for your Afro Futurist Site...I wanted the world to know about this Event that took place, and that I know that Ramm also Never had any Shows with Gallerist Annina Nosei. I know she sold three of RAMM:ELL:ZEE's Paintings to a Collector in '83 as J.M. Basquiat's, and at Jean's Price. Jean Michel had just lost a Bet with RAMM on who could Paint Jean's Style the best...And Annina didn't know about it...But Won it for RAMM! She and Jean Michel now Hated RAMM and then She went on to say Bad things about him I Read. As a spectator watching....Spooky is the "CRACKHEAD" for challenging such a MIND! RAMM:ELL:ZEE, at Downtown 81, said to Spooky that he Wished he had a BAT to give him....Spooky's Love for an Audience, ended up in them laughing at him and All walking away as RAMM did! In a word...RAMM "SPOOKED" him! Remember Spooky, RAMM:ELL:ZEE does Run his TRANSVERSUS! It seems you don't know his work well, because you can't do the "BURNER" to Prove you do, and I'm quite sure the world doesn't care if you dislike him or not!....In any of the Performance arts, I'm sure he would Destroy you! Since you don't want to know what "ALPHA'S BET" is and haven't Read it yet, you only Skipped through his IONICS! And Believe me, he'll never Teach you Now! -FEMALE FUTURIST GUERILLA VAIN THE INSANE Umm... folks, I think you've got your story a bit wrong. Just thought I'd write to mention it, but seeing the website, well... there aint no room to really figure out this (at least the way you all present it). Basically, I brought James Lavelle by Ramm's house. That's about it. Also, yes, I did a show at Annina Nosei a while ago. That's it. Beyond that, there's really not much more to the story. And no, I'm not on Ramm's "dick" or whatever. Congrats on setting up a site for Ramm. I'm sure he''ll get kids into his stuff. One thing: if you all are going to write lies, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me out. Good luck with things. thanx, -Paul D. Miller a.k.a. Dj Spooky that Subliminal Kid There are no lies on this site about you spooky or that lady. Audience, he's liying and he knows it, but if he's smart he'll take his remarks off that afrofuturism web site about ramm, we think spooky should...This stays up as long as that does! freedom of speech rules. -VAIN THE INSANE what remarks are on the Afro-Futurism website? Can you give me a page URL? Also, yes, I brought James Lavelle by Ramm's house, and no I didn't flinch or whatever when Ramm was yelling in my face. I stood there and basically just looked at him. If I ran or whatever, I think that would be a sign of something else. But anyway, yeah, I'm not really trying to get into some funky, negative things. I don't know the context of what you're talking about, and this shit is crazy. If you can send me a URL for what you're talking about, I''ll make an inquiry, and I'll try to figure this out. I don't want this kind of stuff, and basically I wish Ramm would focus on someone else - he has been doing this for almost 7 years - with absolutely no result. If you can send the URL, I'd appreciate it. I'll see what I can do. thanx, Paul a.k.a. Dj Spooky that Subliminal Kid Go to "who's who" in afrofuturism, stroll down to what you wrote and remove what you said about ramm and stop playing stupid with us we don't like it, we adore ramm so believe us, your wrong about publicized him that way, you know nothing about the gothic's or the bunner we know and we are right about you! We have more to say about you and others who think like you, you according to real futurist read from books "not good!" You have been analyzed. It's good for you, you didn't flinch, but we and I'm sure he doesn't care if you did. We think your a nice guy, and paint well but he is not. That's why we like him. You are not the only one we will hit as Guerilla Woman Futurist on who infiltrates The Ramm:Ell:Zee and others, and we will send him these E's for his records. He likes us and our freedom of speech. It is you that is wrong for telling the world about that phone call you talk about on that afrofuturism site and spreading remoras about him, that's what we think. -VAINE THE INSANE no one is playing stupid with you. I went and checked out the site. I've been traveling and just got back in town, and I haven't checked what they put on the site in a while... so yeah, okay - now I see... look you don't know shit about me. Leave your fucking message up. I'm putting one on my site to get rid of this shit. I haven't explored Ramm's stuff for years, and I have no intention of doing so now or in the future. I went to the afro-futurism site - what I'm talking about there is the way he's behaved towards me and basically, yeah, I've always been pretty mellow towards Ramm and as I said earlier and in the statement, I liked his work before he bugged on me... I want this to end. And I'm sick of fucked up weird energy from people - what the fuck have I done to Ramm? Anyway, yeah, you're right. I don't want this in my headspace, and I'm sick of crazy shit like this. I will have any and all references to Ramm with my name associated with it removed from the Afro-Futurism website. And no, I'm not "scared" of Ramm or whatever - most people thought that shit at the gallery was insane, and yeah, I tend to agree. But fear - nah, that ain't my style. Tell Ramm I said "peace." And yeah, I did like his work before this bullshit. peace, Paul a.k.a. Dj Spooky that Subliminal Kid We do know you spooky, your art and music and your character. We find your cursing to be your weakness to exploit. It was you who bugged ramm by coming to his battle station without an appointment he told us in the first place and then bragging! You can stop this drama by not writing any more anywhere or saying anything to anyone, but we know you will anyway. We will exploit the weird, so it was good that you spread your bull called "help ramm" like on that afrofuturism site, you could have left what was said in your head. As for exploring ramm's future works we are sure the real futurist will see his new to learn, it make no difference how long ago this all happen 7 years 1 year, time is relative. Your cursing proves your fear and there are many Reality's. We and these E's are not crazy, we are surgeons that have make a cut. If your talking about the downtown 81 show we know it was cool for what it was to represent. We will report your "peace" to ramm. And if you really new ramm's works you would know that it is to be disliked for it is a warning. -VAIN THE INSANE I curse all the time anyway, yeah, cool...this will be sorted out in a bit. As I said before, I haven't checked out Ramm's stuff in ages, and THERE IS NO FEAR - just REALITY. Anyway, yeah, this stuff is old news...more in a bit...check the website next week. All this will be removed and we can all move on. It's the 21st century... Paul D. Miller a.k.a. Dj Spooky that Subliminal Kid We see what you always focus on Your conceit, and that's good for our readers! We are a link to ramm's web site, he allows us only to wear his female mask's to write our cut's he has nothing to do with this. So don't blame him for our work on you or the new works that we will put up on all the critics we choose to cut. If next week you have wiped your stains off that site we will also move on to the next hit to cut. -VAIN THE INSANE Since The RAMM:ELL:ZEE is the original Tricky Dick (Sha Rissk) a voice and title used in the 70's, he and I don't know who this Tricky Dick is that you're talking about Spooky. In the world of Gothic Futurism were not him or your works does not exist, there is no biterness in a work or answer from equation, only science and your testimony in this pages that has shown us and you to be a "Wrong Turn" as a scientists and in sciences...Ramm World is the 21th Century. -VAIN THE INSANE MY YEARLY CONCLUSIONAL Julian Schnabel's movie on Jean Michel Basquiat http://inflow.corky.net/scripts/basquiat.html Yo! RAMM:ELL:ZEE's Gonna interrogate you Jean Michel. The pages of the script that someone in Schnabel's group put up on this website are totally stupid. I don't talk like this! My interrogation was private! Toxic was not there. This is not soldier talk! Jean Michel was a money and druged whipped boy. I did not get used in that movie because I would not lie in script format for Schnabel to enhace the j.m.b world. He praised their money and their historical activities by praising and raising my stock prices through his graffiti and a bet. He didn't do a dam thing for Black People...not a dam thing, cause he misconscrued the accuracy of the black man that had any possibility of doing a better "Burner" which he could not do. People are sick, this Cooled-ass Book named "Widow Basquiat" or Susan M. written by Jennifer Clement says that I never flew on an airplane before 1983. I used to play as a pitcher for Far Rockaway's Rockaway Rotary club in the early 70's and another baseball team called T&P Service Station up at Reese Park. We flew on airplanes then, because of the team. This fool doesn't know what she's talking about...and she loved those shoes. She also says that I didn't know what an expensive restaurant is...that's bullshit...she's was just mad that I didn't take her to one with all the money I had. As for being a five-pecenter, I stopped all that in 1979 when I came to New York City! Notice that she didn't tell about the Transformer Movie that I took her to see...we were surrounded by all these little kids...she loved that. She wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't because she did heroin...which I thought was a nasty drug. Yeah, I had a long pinky nail...l 'd rather had done Blow then...but I didn't do bricks of it! Jean did all and she did the other, as for this thought of Jean out in L.A. with Madonna in this book, toxic came with us and Susan came later, but Madonna was not their buying anything. Susan was just mad, as for the restaurant we were at, Jean had a waiter bring his wallet to him to impress the old men that were they're eating, which I at the time though was sick! You would have laughed hard, hearing the way this praising stunt Jean pulled when down, or got sick like me. You people should stop trying to do me wrong! Aerosol Kingdom by lvor L. Miller, his statement on my Gothic Futurism roots as to the knowledge of strokes and curves may have something small to do with the five-percent but is not based on that format in restriction on a legions cultured militancy. This is my knowledge, not the five-percent. If it was theirs they would all be able to do the "burner," and know that we live in a "transversal womb" this is the clergy's work started by Pope Pascal in the year 1111 A.D., known as the alpha's bet. Once again, equation's do not have parents. They have always been there. Sperm or the ova or the embryo do not have a language format. Even if the embryo has rem-sleep of a past lifetime through dreams or nightmare, while the shock of such a thought kicks the mothers' womb from the inside, land mass or food sources do not constitute language or slanguage in a birth of a hue-man nor should goverments or coverments. It is a conviction placed upon the hue-man fruit through the format I call "war like conversional education," deemed by the clergies for their gangsterism or government with the intent of a language retactical erasion. As for knowing "father" I knew Malice Mudden from the 70's...he was not the lead man who broke away from Temple number 7 in Harlem. In conclusion, it is unlikely that anyone could build their own "first bet" since the war statement is already done, until a new species arrives to destroy it. It takes war and about 150 years and Hueman's get renamed all the time for many resiliencies. To wipe out a language and make a new one with its own lkon system and its own phonetics is hard! I know of no one yet that has done that. I only weapon slave the Ikons we all know. From one Ionic history tree to another, I am quite selective in which ones I bet to war with. So his question's needed more Bits to bite this history. -The equation The RAMM:ELL:ZEE In Rebuttal to Article by Phase 2 in "Amsterdam News" NYC 1993 An attack on the GRONINGER MUSEUM and an artist equated as "The RAMM:ELL:ZEE." This is...JUDGE IGNITER, THE MASTER ALPHABITER: Phase 2 mentions how tacky and wacked the museum exhibition on the subway culture of NYC was and by all means an attempt to continue to divide and conquer this culture of Illuminating the LETTERS' CHASSIS. Some lectures on this art were unique but mostly emotional and devoted to their self-conceipt. All except the one artist that was a part of that periods higherarchy and its' only true engineer and theoretician on the icon...that would be the RAMM:ELL:ZEE who was not present because of the decadence grown by the art world into the culture. In this article phase 2 writes that RAMM:ELL:ZEE contributed nothing to the letter writing style known as the "TRUE BURNER" and that the invention of "IKONOKIAST PANZERISM" and the other forms of "GOTHIC FUTURISM" are not a part of that institution. For Phase 2 to state this is a conclusion to its' history and his and others' knowledge of "THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE." Audience...The world Gothic Futurism thinks this is Mr. II 's conceited and shameful act. Like others who worked harder for fame but not smarter for the antiquity like "THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE" has. I know that THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE contributed the only true science that exists for the "LETTER" as a culture outside of the clergy and the early scribes. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE makes the LETTERS' past, present and future come to life and for me he's the only one that can and will for the equation has no choice! -JUDGE IGNITER, THE MASTER ALPHABITER "BUST IN BOGUS-BASQUIAT CASE" NEW YORK POST/PAGESIX.com by Jared Paul Stern with Paula Froelish & Chris Wilson A 300-pound, gun-toting New York artist has been arrested for peddling fake Jean-Michel Basquiat paintings. SoHo art dealer Leo Malca thought he was getting an incredible deal when Alfredo Martinez, a Puerto Rican native who has exhibited work at various spaces around town, offered him two Basquiats at the bargain price of $38,500. Another dealer agreed to a similar transaction. But after someone tipped Malca off that they were phonies, he contacted the FBI, and the other buyer backed out of the deal. Malca declined to comment because the investigation is ongoing. An FBI agent posing as a collector then offered to buy more Basquiats for $145,000, and Martinez was arrested when he delivered the alleged fakes. Now he's languishing in the Tombs and faces up to five years in jail and a $250,000 fine. Apparently Martinez borrowed some bona fide Basquiats from Tom Warren, a photographer for Sotheby's, and then copied them. He also allegedly forged authentification papers. He told one buyer he'd obtained the works directly from a former girlfriend of Basquiat. Martinez's arrest has thrown the whole Basquiat market into chaos. A recent Basquiat exhibit at the Spike Gallery in Chelsea drew the likes of Edward Norton, but now everyone is wondering if they were the real deal. There's also speculation over the Basquiat work that Metallica drummer Lars Ulrich auctioned off at Sotheby's in May for a record $5.5 million. The news is sure to be unwelcome to Basquiat collectors like polo-playing mogul Peter Brant (who's married to supermodel Stephanie Seymour) and German art dealer Bruno Bishofberger, who were crowing over how the record sale would affect the value of their own holdings. Other celebrity Basquiat owners include John MacEnroe, David Bowie, U2's Adam Clayton and Lenny Kravitz. "[Martinez] is known for eccentric kinds of behavior," Kenny Schachter, a gallerist who's exhibited a lot of his work over the years, tells PAGE SIX. "He's a formidable character. He's a gun fanatic and he once shot me in the middle of an art fair-luckily it was just a blank. I didn't know if I was bleeding or had bleeped my pants." Internet entrepreneur Josh Harris, who worked with Martinez for 10 years, isn't surprised. "Con is his art form," Harris says. "The FBI and jail are just logical extensions." Paintings by Basquiat, who once bedded Madonna and died in 1988 of a drug overdose, increased in value after artist Julian Schnabel's 1996 biopic about him. I find this "Stock report" to be amazing! Fired up...but burnt out! Just another way for politicians like myself to distribute their names through crime as if it was the vibrations on a spider web. In smoke, I have seen these monolific names around this Basquiat. I have also seen one more...A man who makes engines and LETTERS fly. A "stock" much more valuable to me and my species of politician. While you "bank" on a dead man...there is a master of disguise so fleeting. He is militaristic and his weapons are of true futures...not of historical or political graffiti...and with poetry far surpassing "that" Primal Beat. He is so the "true underground" Schnabel could not get him into his film due to the fact that he would not lie to protect the value of "said" paintings. I admire this man. To defend this very "high" artist who truly hung around the destitute and bogus, no matter how much money they had per capita, foundation, or influence. The needle is in the arm, for if you could be copied so quickly in a "Bet" like RAMM:ELL:ZEE had with Basquiat in Annina Nosei's basement or in a crime like the one written here, you and this arts' market would realize the "hype" in price is a fix. Congratulations your corruption is still at its' highest peak ART WORLD! -RIP CORD REX from: http://users.aol.com/axelthielks/ram.html http://www.graffiti.org RAMMELLZEE´S MESSAGE C:copyright by:A.Thiel(1997,1999) enlarged:1999/2000 ...with its verbosity is a persiflage "mirroring" the "academic language" and its verbal absurdity,thus an"outsider"here is looking at "culture" that permits the exclusion of whole cohorts form cultural process via stacking them into slums and ghettos,housing projects. Via that article a "WASP" (white Anglo-Saxon Protestant) could see and feel how it feels when you're being confronted with messages,facts and informations "clad into" a language you don't understand(bad schooling,education)because the populace you belong to(race,skin colour,creed etc.)isn't considered worth equal education.....and in the end:chances,opportunities. IF you aren't "shocked away" by the "nonsense" of this treatise you will find some keen mind that is explaining to you some specifics related to writing(=graffiti). RAMMELLZEE is one of the very early and few persons that had a deep understanding of the intricacies of education and writing(letters,ABC etc.)in special and how this very specific cultural tool also could be used to keep out-by ESTRANGING the writing-most of populace IF you only knew how....... So in a way you have to "work through" his article and some others of his publications to come to some deeper understanding of his ICONOCLAST PANZERISM and how you could transform writing that it almost may be used as a "weapon" excluding person that haven't been related to the very specific SUB-CULTURE(writing)here in question. And-in a way-he also tells us about the(automatic)reactions of mayority of persons being confronted with writing(=graffiti)they don't know nor understand(and via the estranged forms being afraid of so their motivation to understand even going down....)bringing about some process of repulsion that cannot be reflected and further is wedging the cohorts apart. FEAR,and people become afraid when meeting unknown things,is the psychological intoxicant that perfectly inhibits learning processes we now know quite exactly. He clearly is able to see how much writing could be used as a tool to keep "outsiders" at bay and even these possibilities could be enlarged. To become able to "understand" it needs some motivated mind being able to ask questions and this also means you have to ask persons.In case of the origins of writing(New York,Los Angeles)so you had to ask people living in poor quarters and this meant the use of communication.So you had to visit these persons-writers-to become able to directly relate to them and only if trust was established you may have become "initiated"and come to some deeper,INSIDE understanding of matters here in question. A microwave has come to me on you re: The Wringer "The RAMM:ELL:ZEE" I am the welder for this message of Gothic Future. I have this to say to you Mr. A. Thiel...All sinister plans of this operation, military or otherwise are equations. If you can't break the code, its' because you were not to know Ikonoklast Panzerism and its' Mechanisms, especially why the "K" is removed from "IKONOKLAST." We find your species' understanding of the true spelling of the word "HUEMAN" disturbing with your race as it races throughout the ovulization period of this Galaxy. Knowing our mechanics, as well as I do, it is to be well known to you that this was not meant for you or the public to read. We applaud the appropriation of it in 1985. The man has been punished in the "First Bet" and died! Now, after examining your examination of these functions and rules we find it hard to believe that you, a well spoken man, does not understand this military function of the Letter's Chassis to RACE. The original manuscript has answers and pictograms in it for this philosophies' discipline that you may have never seen, and we have concluded this through the grapevine. The RAMM:ELL:ZEE is an equation. It always starts off with "THE" that is very important. Without the "THE" it becomes an action by the human that performs it. The one that says the "E" can never be silent phonetically enough to have it removed completely out of the word as a visible IKON, if it is behind the "U" in the word "HUEMAN." I give you this key for free! But, remember that the equation might lock the door on you after you enter the room. You'll find that there is no nonsense in that room! And you won't be able to leave if you're shocked!! By it's dooming wave. The RAMM:ELL:ZEE is the hidden, that is why most of the publications are wrong about the equation. We have sent several microwaves back to our operatives to make the necessary adjustments like this one that I am speaking to you through if you reply...warning our weapons "THE LETTER RACERS" are real and will appear on your planet that second you read this message. -WELDER INCOMlNG TRANSMISSION ON MICRO WAVE 1.513, THIS A REPORT FADE IN FROM GOTHIC FUTURE'S. HUEMAN'S REMAIN YOUR COARSE AND LISTEN TO OUR PRAYS! NARRATION ON ALL: We see monks walking through dimly lit catacombs, through the eyes of a rat. As the rat scurries throughout the catacombs past the monks' feet, it runs up under an illuminated door of gold and special insignias of ornament. Through the rat's eyes, three monks are seen dressed in cow's skins. When a human, dressed in white with a purple scapular walks into the room with his astrological consultant, the rat runs from beneath the door, jumps onto a cross, and listens to their prayers. MONK'S MONARCHIST (kissing his purple scapular, then looking at all in room) Astrologer! This room, endowed upon us by this GALACTICS CLERGY, when the moon of doom finishes this guarter, will it disappear? And if TIME FOLDS in here, the rest will find out that we are the conspirators of this death so cold ! ASTROLOGER (sweating in fear, wipes his forehead) Your Grace, only the Galactics Clergy here before you can answer to that equation of TIME versus TIME. But, I think it is here for the duration of the BET! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK (with a gruesomely stern voice) Prisoners of the Hue-man trait, Lord's Minus's Alpha Bet violation which gave you the KNOWLEDGE TREE rots. MAN, has corrupted his prison sentence to command our arrival to stop the uses of illegal variants in your diction. Your Hue-man prisoners' promiscuities have dealt yourselves a GALACTICS and CLERGY "BET" between all species that speak throughout this TRANSVERSUS, our Lexicon. They know of your TRIES! These TEMPLERS' masonics have started a war of LINGUISTIC RACING! Astrologer! Your "BONES MEN," and the other members of your pathetic clan were told not to usher in the "word" UNIVERSE! You don't own land, time, or space that versus itself! You were told that there was to be no written "U" because of MURMURS "SHUNS" called "UNIVERSE." You were told that there was to be no unriddling the written "J," just the "I!" Its secrets might break the "LUZ!" Stop this lie on the heavens, we are your thanatophobia! We tell you what time you have been sold to. "UNI," can't "VERSE" its SELF and that is "UNIWOMB" genius loci. ANOTHER GALACTICS CLERGY MONK And you reversed the phonetics of the double "V" to "U's!" You were told that the ELECTRO-MAGNETIC spectrum knowledge around this EARTH-SEED was to grow, our odds as a "GAMMA BURST," to = "ODDS," x "DIANOETICS." We told you about this prison seed's magnetic spectrum and you were told your prayers would cause MURMUR! That is the BETS' sacrilege that spawned the first MIS-DEALER! These minuscule mis-deals and mis-dealers, we can not tolerate! Monk's Monarchist, you have lost the Alpha of Bets! A THIRD GALACTICS CLERGY MONK And you set yourselves up that way! Now, your LETTERS will RACE! Atom, after eating, spilled himself on our TREE to cause rot for SLANGUAGE and DIALECTS! We CORRECTED with illuminations that caused fear! Your Monks were pleased. Why weren't you? We only say this to you in your phonetic formula to warn. Now, we will have to teach the true Odd's of your nature and of God's that BET on virgins. MONK'S MONARCHIST We do not know what to do! The people want to read. They know what to "READ" means. And they have begun to collect our words to devise their own language, slanguage, and dialects. We should not have let the system get out of our MONK'S MONARCHIST hands! our primitive understanding of this ALPHA BET is PARADOXED! Our phonetics have omitted us and our break-out plans! our phonogram photonics and rhyme have exploited us. The stars did show us the future LANGUAGE TREE burning out. The HORROR'S of MATH'S CAESAR'S have molded us to FORGE it a WRINGER! The Monk's Monarchist slaps his Astrologer hard. ASTROLOGER May the stars curse you, and all Monarchist Diary's! MONK'S MONARCHIST (crying with anger) You have read Scriptures, scrolls, and charts. You know we have arranged for the Calendar to be changed to the date of the death of the MIS-DEALER, healer! or was it the date of its resurrection? I don't know, these things must be changed now! Before the people as a populace can truly read! Oh, if only they were just satisfied being peasants, cows, and sheep! Galactics Clergy, I know we are prisoners and we chose our own ways of speaking to separate the RACES! When we found your RIFF'S written in the stars, we forgot we were prisoners. It's been so long! These letters that are illegal RHYTHMIC VARIABLES, can not be lost! We are beyond Latin, once taught to us by the stars, and you. If this BOOK is made for definition, we ask that the GARBAGE GOD, "REAPER GRIMM," gives in this new book called the "DICTIONARY," his mathematical kill for astrological advantages. Allow me credit to finish the BET! I beg of you! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK You have a history, Hue-mans, of bordering from us! And that is why you are prisoners! We may call you "HOPE," Monk's Monarchist! You're a warden. Why don't you act like one? We gave you all of the military restrictions for these Hue-man Legions. Your sheep want to know. Your time has come and gone. It's our turn now! We will speak to the "HORRORS," and deed you your debt in a PROVECT game made especially for prisoners like you, with a spell for aeronautics and aerodynamics on your ILLUMINATED MANUSCRIPTS. A new BET you have to STAKE ON. May our LETTERS cure your taste for GALACTICS FAME! You will burn in your own hell for your MARIST MARTYRDOM placed on our CHIMES TIME Calendar. Remove those Hue-man NAME FANES. Or there will be a war on the virtues of your names with our court church's APPARITOR POINTS to destroy their fame's linguistics. Your "ORDAINED BIRTH NAMES" have made a mockery of our accountant's books and caused loopholes in time and space. Your "HAND" must be corrected now! The "BED" bet on your tossed word "WOMBED MAN" has been uncovered. Your "Word's" trials lies in it because you won't speak it! ASTROLOGER (hearing times steeple bells) This wringer we speak of. Is it here to protect or object to our PHONETIC VERSES, and GALACTICS CHIME TABLE? Because those are the chimes for the next COSMIC FLUSH! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK Your archaeology team has not found a WELL containing a VOCAL'S GOD. We receive no magnetic spectrum of this suppository. We see that your Monks are building machines from garbage! As once warned before, phonetics made from garbage, will die by garbage! Now GRIMMS LAW and press, bet letters on "PAGES" that "ROLL!" So only the WELL'S GOD can answer that. It is your CHIMER! CUT TO:As the Astrologer and the Monk's Monarchist watch, we see the three Galactics Clergy Monks form a triad and hold all their hands out, fingertip to fingertip. THE THREE GALACTICS CLERGY MONKS (chanting) Your Horrors... we regret to inform you of this new DICTIONS root's death. The Vocal-Well God has jumped its bail. The Hue-man prisoners do not like their jail... it is obvious they seek the stars themselves, best we present to this Hue-man Monk... the Galactics truths that hail. Here this date, since this prison planet began to spin, December 15, 1111. HORRORS! REPRESENT us with this RUBBISH and restore us a LETTER RACER. TO WIN! We see the appearance of a finely ornamented bottle in the Galactics Clergy Monk's hands and then one of them hands it over to the Monk's Monarchist. While another Galactics Clergy monk grabs the Astrologer and mysteriously, without shedding a drop of blood, removes his heart, eyes, and brain and places them upon a pile of rubbish containing metals, powders, and earth. The Galactics Clergy Monk then throws the Astrologer's dead body to the side. MONK'S MONARCHIST (trying to hide his fear for his life) I may fear you! But, I do not fear Death! We can not stop the progress that is at hand with phonetics. our multiples of sins and sinners will choose their own paths. There was no need to kill my astrologer! He served us both well! Blessed be the father, the son, and the holy ghost. Amen. A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK Stop that... we say! We offer you this last RIFF, this GIFT. This room. As your astrologer had dreaded, this room is BIO-DIMENSIONAL, call from here for all conflicts. These words are not made for UP or DOWN. But, this room of doom will greet your next astrologer with warning. If he does not obey the Transversus rules of the Alpha Bet, there will be A COLLISION of the womb with language. Incomplete and unchecked phonetic value will be attributed to the teachings of Lords Minus and his rules of MURMUR! MONK'S MONARCHIST But it is written Lords Minus's INCISION tactics and the star alignments, will cause us to use our TIES to exalt our races to a place called heaven... LIES? A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK Yes, Monk's Monarchists, and from this EVE forward your SLANG will BOUT on earth with the RAMM:ELL:ZEE! MONK'S MONARCHIST (falling to his knees, clutching his shepherd's cane) Why did we bring this CENTURION of GOTHIC FUTURES to the betting CABAL table? A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK (waving his hand across and spitting on the rubbish) You are now one of many that will see what prophets LIE false, and because its time, we must remove every lying SINDOMISM, the BETS TRAGEDIES must be known! CUT TO: INT. CORNER OF THE FROZEN CATACOMB ROOM OVER RAMMEL We see a horrible incantation come to life. Metal parts begin mending together from lightning bolts, old clothes, earth, and the eyes, brain, and heart of the astrologer, into a gigantic machine that is gathering parts to complete itself from many time periods in the future. MONK'S MONARCHIST (looking in horror at what is constructing before his eyes) You said we could police ourselves! Your WRINGERS have no mercy! Our branch of the LANGUAGE TREE will be written on the system of carnage as a future sport! The Monk's Monarchist and the Galactics Clergy Monks cover their eyes from a blinding light emanating from the WRINGER, the RAMM:ELL:ZEE. A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK What is that noise? It sounds like vault doors slamming and opening around it! Are they windows of time entering it or being channeled through it? Noooo! It's... We see from within one of the window-like vaults of time passing through the structuring of the RAMM:ELL:ZEE'S exoskeleton and entering the room, a gray-haired green man who is half-lizard. ALPHA POSITIVE Clergy men! The RAMM:ELL:ZEE is of a paradox! An equation that if it was to win, its fame name should be placed in this new book called the Dictionary as a warning! The genes of this astrologer were not tested by the master cook, Chaser, the eraser. Remember Clergy, you brought this equation upon yourselves! Your mythologies, Monk's Monarchist, are romantic but have no science! Your fears and tears of and for what you call "the heavens" days are numbered! Master cook! Present yourself! POV - RAT We see Alpha Positive throw a white napkin on the floor. The napkin turns into a puff of smoke and then into a neon yellow, red gunned eared, spike bearded, spray canistered, hat wearing restauranteur and maitre d' holding a long vacuum pump coming from his coat. Chaser the Eraser grabs his vacuum pump. CHASER THE ERASER Sinister Alpha Positive, the galaxy has revolved twice since the last time I've seen you! What can I do for you on this wretched and morbidly tasteless planet? These prisoners are not on my menus! And the TOMB'5 CLERGY'S have no taste! Their CELIBACIES are delicacies when they are liars! None of these have lied! But, this Monarchist from this time period has such beautiful liars eyes for blind man's pie! This cloth he's wearing would make a great table dressing to dine on. The ambrosia for a seating weighs in at two crowns! ALPHA POSITIVE (pointing at the RAMM:ELL:ZEE, looking at Chaser) That is a fair price for this Monk. But we cannot indulge in that b1essed event now. Our problem is the genetic code of this new WRINGER. I want you to add certain genetic codes to its futures. Place a CLOCK on its might and its sleep! And while its still genetically cooking, it must never enter water in its exoskeleton. These gene memories are to kick-in, in any calculable of time, as long as my Alpha Bet's stakes are still on WOMB VERSUS MAN as to what the Transversus is! With the side bet on the reversing of the "J" and the "Z." The second that it becomes an Illuminated Manuscriptor in the Earth year 1976 by drawing its FIRST TANK LETTERS. Chaser, make it cure so that these knowledge's kick-in then! I will teach it the rest of what it needs to know about this ALPHA BET between Lords Minus and I! CHASER THE ERASER (stirring a mixture in his cauldron) The reversal of the "J" and the "Z'. will open the paradox door to start the LETTERS to RACE! Don't the religions on this planet believe that first was the WORD? My mixture has cooled to the right consistency. Shall I add it? A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK This activity will make the RAMM:ELL:ZEE analyze our BET'S situation with militancy! If not careful, and we are within a womb, it has enough weaponry to cause a COSMIC FLUSH! This Earth has enough natural resources to become an Ova! This must not be allowed! The Hue-man prisoners must rot here! They must never break out of this solar system for what they did to our phonetics and Lexicon! AND ALL THAT WAS TINE AS A VINE! Killed by an arrow shot from your tower of "BABEL!" ALPHA POSITIVE Your Clergy's can always escape time, even if it's frozen or has frozen the rot of a Cosmic Flush for evidence in any trial up against any of the Horrors! We boarder space and time from you! These prisoners must be re-educated on their crimes... or become a food source! Your Clergy, Monk's Monarchist, will continue in moot! MONK'S MONARCHIST Martyrs will die before betting with armed LETTERS! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK Noted! Our welders will write it among all of the galactics and this "GENIAL," it must quake and rot! We the SPORT'S OP EGO'S, SUPER'S EGO'S and the ID'S will safeguard our "IDLE-WHEEL" by cracking its COG to draw on a trapping of a second BIBLICAL VIRGIN. MONK'S MONARCHIST Good! Her new WOMB could save us all, because our prayers' rages might have started a fetal formation. ALPHA POSITIVE (speaking to the Galactics Clergy) Which one of you will stay behind? A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK (kneeling) I will! And so will thy readings of the MICROMER! CHASER THE ERASER We will need the Monk's Monarchist' B BOOK OF NEMESIS. And your BOOR OF OMNICORPOREAL, Alpha Positive... good, Good! You have them. The Transversus thought they were lost. This is a set-up! And that pain will BURN the heart of the WRINGER out, long before 1976. The books have roasted to a cool, for a TOOL. Monk's Monarchist, it's your Call! Shall I deduct this from your account? MONK'S MONARCHIST I have no choice! Will you lend me some ambrosia, maitre-d ERASER? To reset against the POSITIVE versing the MINUS? My orders are to remove our defenses called "MASCULINE" and "FEMININES." They legislate our emotions. CHASER THE ERASER Your life expectancy is twenty-six more Earth years. At our present weight to weight denominations that would be sufficient in CROWNS of AMBROSIA... done! I take precedence now as the MASTER COOK and scorch this wringer with thy elixir to forge Its skins, a TOOL that CENSURES SINS! Ah yes the RAMM:ELL:ZEE has begun to flux and cure! And as usual, I am vowed by the rules of carnage, that with this ambrosia... "IT" will forever be a GARBAGE GOD! Id! Super Ego! Are you going my way? Our work is done here. Future Hue-man RAPPER'S brains are on the menu now in spite! Ah! To eat and drink their horrors! Dinner is on me! POV - RAT Full view of all in room. CHASER THE ERASER (Continued) (turning to speak to the Monk's Monarchist) Here is half of your remaining Earth years in crowns of ambrosia. Knowing that when you get credit from me, you must prepare for the ERASE. A spray from the top of Chaser the Eraser's hat covers the Monk's Monarchist. The Monk's Monarchist begins to age 13 years. At the same time, while the Monk's Monarchist ages, the RAMM:ELL:ZEE'S solid form appears and speaks. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE (in a robot-sounding voice) Fools who awaken this equation, I automatically BET the WOMB and its STEEPLES! Death awaits to know who! ALPHA POSITIVE We do! I am your WHEELER. These are your DEALERS. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE (breathing fire and checking its arsenal) Systems monitoring 100 percent... weapons capability. Specify nature for implementation. Categories as such: Wager Gathering, Political Defense, Debater Negotiator, Political Assassin, Planetary Defense, LITURGIOLOGIST, Galactics Messenger, Linguistics Officer, Protector of Linguistics' Refrigeration, Illuminated Manuscriptor, Astrologer, Galactics Martial Lawist, Bet Enhancer. EQUATE MISSION OR MISSIONS! CHASER THE ERASER Alpha Positive, it seems all systems Check! And since I owe you one, we will all agree that I had nothing to do with this WRINGER! I would lose customers if the Galactics were to find out! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK Our FOLD in space and time has opened! our prayers are with you, Monks. Chaser, quickly efore the FOLD unfolds and we are trapped here forever. Alpha Positive, we assume the worst! May this BET never get to trial! The Monk's Monarchist falls into a corner of the room, well-aged. MONK'S MONARCHIST We have only moments left. The crusaders might find us here. Pick the calculables for its future tasks. ALPHA POSITIVE (helping the Monk's Monarchist off the floor) our Linguistics have been tampered with. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE (looking at the rat, cautiously) Sensorium detects the history of this SEED'S electromagnetic spectrum. 14 Language branches have been placed in an indicavit. Insert into memory, Wager Department status. ALPHA POSITIVE The Womb's Language Tree of paradox has contracted this branch to be severed from our roots and deemed a "MOLD." Combinate all categories and state your calculations on what would infer or interfere. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE Warning... If the insignia on these monks' robes are of the galactics, I will RAISE all CHIMES TIMES your FATES! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK (watching time unfold to a new time in space) Yes, they are. And I am. Now, let it be known that the part o£ you that is an astrologer must condemn what is in your heart. This species LETTER'S that you must now invoke upon... say it Monk's Monarchist... say it! MONK'S MONARCHIST (cringing with little strength) Will you make these letters AUTOMOTIVE and ARMED, but without instilling the "PI" factor on their SERIF'S and maintain or give these Clergies its "ION'' FUTURES! THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE (still looking at the rat) This is not a test!... To WRINGER... TOOLS who BET their RAMM:ELL:ZEE as a MECHANIC, will find the resurrection of said planet EARTH'S LETTERS in progression of their structure's GOTHIC FUTURES to CHASSIS. It will sum the thunder's "SEVEN DEADLY SINS" o£ the HORRORS in and with "APPARITOR POINTS!" With one forbidden card-tome, I must reject this planet and flush it! The Martyrs are attacking! This RAT has heard us, and our plans to use the Letter's Ions to allow itself to future WEAPON-SLAVE! ALPHA POSITIVE (looking for the rat) Vermin! What vermin? No rat could survive this cold! THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE (pointing its arm in the direction of the rat) Metabolics Systems detect Galactics ANTIQUITY in the rat's genetic code. MONK'S MONARCHIST (hiding behind the Galactics Clergy Monk) Where is it? Kill it! Rill it! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK Alpha Positive, we must get this Monk's Monarchist out of here! Leave this catacomb through this grave, Monarchist... RAMM:ELL:ZEE, hear what my brain waves are saying. MONK'S MONARCHIST (leaving in struggling terror) Alpha Positive, there is no time to equate! m e RAMM:ELL:ZEE must figure the BET out for itself! The Monk's Monarchist locks himself into an empty tomb. ALPHA POSITIVE (next to the tomb, screaming at the Monarchist) May the prophets of war be on our side. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE No! They will not be. This crime has engaged! A GALACTICS CLERGY MONK (opening a view port on one of the ice-ridden walls) There is to be no peace while this BET rages on throughout the Transversus. These pathetic Martyrs... they do not even know what they're gambling on, or with. I will fold time and space again and leave them to their crime. Alpha Positive, step through the portal. ALPHA POSITIVE (shooting lasers from his eyes at the rat) Show yourself! Whom art thou? Curses! The Martyrs are getting too close for comfort! THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE Powering optical lasers. ALPHA POSITIVE (in fear of THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE'S weaponry) You cannot fire in here! You'll collapse the catacombs! CUT TO: Rat mutates into a tornado that then turns into a Garbage God. It is "WIND," the mother of natures. WIND (shooting flames-from her hands at Alpha Positive) How many times are you going to make this illegal BET? These prisoners should be allowed to travel throughout the Transversus, so I can be recusant with my SEED so that it will be too late for their waste to form a new Odd's God or Goddess! If they stay too long, ROT will happen! I know that the Horrors will never parole them! Our time is up! m e Martyrs have begun to break through these walls! We see and hear BOMBARDMENTS from CATAPULTS that launch immense flaming arrows the side of tree logs through the walls of the catacombs, as the RAMM:ELL:ZEE powers up one of its missiles, and launches. Wind's tornado sweeps Alpha Positive and the Galactics Clergy Monk into the fold of time and space, when another large flaming arrow crashes through the chest of the RAMM:ELL:ZEE. ALPHA POSITIVE Noooooo! The RAMM:ELL:ZEE is pinned to an icy wall of the catacomb, when a purple hood filled with smoke, stars, and galaxies appears before the RAMN:ELL:ZEE known throughout the Transversus as one of its gamblers that deal time's. A "HORROR," named "VILE." A HORROR VILE (re-cellulates the Martyrs into a lump of pus with eyes and body parts smoldering and slowly turns to face RAMM:ELL:ZEE) Run! Tell your Hue-mans of what you have witnessed. I will tell your future of what must now take place! Monk's Monarchist, you are now cursed, a witness forever! Performer of the equation, RAMM:ELL:ZEE, I know you can still hear me. Due to this part of the BET, one of you will die here! I will take the rest of your armaments and bring them as seasonings for this future Earth-Seed's LANGUAGE TREE. Forever in your mind will be the SNELL to return here! I, "VILE," state so! The Horror walks toward camera and speaks. CUT TO: Full body shot of The Horror. A HORROR VILE (Continued) Hue-mans! You have challenged our gamblers truths for the last time! If you continue to believe that all has been based on your physical structure and mentality and destroy the second RAMM:ELL:ZEE, I will give orders to have your sun drained and freeze your rotting carcasses and memories of yourselves! Space travel, you were warned not to have and involve yourselves in. Your Clergies were ordained to DISAVAUNCE you... so that you wouldn't want to involve yourselves further in escaping from this prison! We, the HORRORS, can't stop your genetic memories, and you will use them to try to escape, but we have sent criminal spies filled with lies to drink from. As we did with the first MIS-DEALER! You need to listen and list! 18 billion years and only now your genetic memories will SUE you blind! Respect us and stay home! Stay home! For once you step foot into outer space, past your solar system's asteroid belts, a group called the EPEXEGESIANS will begin to drain your suns' fission core! Another group that does not want you to use illegal VARIANTS are called the SABERVATTS. mis is all I will tell you! I turn my back on you Hue-mans!...Spirit of the equation for assassination, I will take thee to your next BID in time. RAMM:ELL:ZEE, I fold time for thee. Enter! We see a time Quake filled With fire bring forth REAPER GRIMM. REAPER GRIMM Viewers do you see an injustice?... Now I shall speak! Flamers of injustice... I must interrupt... for you it's been no time... no time at all! How does your gut feel? Ready to fall? For me it's been a long damn crime... to pull up what's a rhyme! You think Chaser the Eraser is the only one who could cook? SPORTS... what's evil? What do you think truly is HELL'S?... Wombs? Egg shells? Chicken first? Chime bells? Signals first? One times flight of a Bets' Catacombs plights?... The master COOR put beer in the mixture! A fixture of his own promise!... Hue-man's, I'm gonna give you the PRINTING PRESS anyway! FULL FORCE} This is what your Monk's Monarchist BET and won! And I must honor for thee! You see... they didn't tell you that... did we?... Now what do you want to do? I can STAY or I can FOLD. I don't hear anything except for our DOOM! Prisoners in that jail of a CASINO called a room. No interjections? What's matter? Can't find a MIC? Now who did that to you? Wasn't me! Now my face might look evil... hah... hah... hah... haaaaaaaaaaaa! But the BET of you has been RECOILED now! May you forbid it! I will use the HORROR'S TINE FOLD for your benefit! And pray it does not run out soon! Noon will be upon this planet's newly forming COCOON. I'm pleased to tell you... you've done quite well! Ha Ha ha Haaaaaa! I'm enjoying your unhappiness. In your time period... you smoke a thing called cigarette. Light one. Now... while I have the chance... let's see how sinister I can be towards HUE! I have herded the IDLE WHEEL towards your devotions. FOOLS! When you make the COMPUTER, after this PRINTING PRESS is given to you, the last lock on your LINGUISTICS POISONING will be broken! CUT TO: A SKELETON with an eye lacuna-like beard, chromed fused with high-speed visions of future facts expelling in front of the viewers on camera till it focuses on Reaper Grimm. REAPER GRIMM (revealed and continues talking) I, the REAPER o£ GRIMM'S bettors, your "stone rag," the "cloth" that Wipes you off this TREE'S "HIS-STORIES" of sins, loses and wins. A rebinder, I did not engage you in this ALPHA of BETS! Your inf1uences of yourselves, due to a word known as "WAR" with yourselves, has right in front of you, burned three "HOOKS" known as "BOOKS." Have you triggered why "PRAY,, is in the word "SPRAY?" Last stop... all watch your GOTHIC FUTURE! FADE TO BLACK FADE IN Overhead shot, a dissension to a park gathering in Brooklyn, as time stops its folding in the Earth Year, 1976. Focus on A YOUNG SPEAKER standing in a cipher of nine people called "DIVINE GODS," with an interior nucleus known as a "BISHOP," from the numerology cult known as "THE FIVE PERCENT." A DIVINE GOD (stepping forward a little, and questioning) What is the foci? Don't answer wrong again! A YOUNG SPEAKER (getting up off the ground with blood on his face) This Earth DIVINE GOD. A DIVINE GOD (in an ARREST position: hands behind him) And why is this Earth a Seed? A YOUNG SPEAKER (in a REST position: hands in front of him) A DEUCE ACE placed on the Calendar's re-demise had tasted RACISM in their Monarch's "GREE" language tree! A DIVINE GOD And what was that CLERICAL INJURIES SUM for us, this year 1976? A YOUNG SPEAKER m e death of their DICTION'S TREE, from this FOCI will be. An electro-magnetic spectrum's lock which divided US into WE. I am the cue for the "U's" doubled "V!" No matter how much this Country states it CLEFTS! Phonetic thieves have become an ALTERNATE PLEA for our discussions of this MILITARISTIC DICTIONARY'S INDO-EUROPEAN TREE, through our ROMAN LETTER NUMEROLOGY. THE BISHOP And how do you know this? I think you speak RAMMEL. So, now you will be exorcised. Do you believe it is a shame how language can be a calamity to why the Dictionary's Language Tree has been noted to cause its own demise! For it will not represent all that CRIES! A YOUNG SPEAKER At least I'll be a RAMMEL that DEFIES! Broken branches it seems, have DOOMED your PLIES to be a paradox which flaws our ties. Their masculine and femine have blind our eyes. And we're not even on the Tree to express our lives with our own signs. I may be a new initiation to this foundation that the police will want to ride. It's a shame... that regardless to what you believe, keeps man as a card up its sleeves through religion and its deeds. So my answer is yes! THE BISHOP (walking around outside of the cipher) Well, then it's a shame because that ROOK'S Dictionary in your hand is RAMMEL to me!... Again I defame you because... I don't like its legacy! Or its mind! A YOUNG SPEAKER You don't prefer to believe in man's superior entities functions, you prefer to believe in a bet's biblical conjunction. These nations re-quilted on their sighs to bandaid. They revoked on Latin, its only curse! Choking from within their hides. Now, I don't want to be the one to destroy this mission's cherry, but I am going to represent what the LETTER decides. Even if with you, it collides. I want you to know, I feel like I'm on the A-BUTS decision of dexterities for all galaxies! THE BISHOP I prefer to inquisition outside of that CISSOID, but the Clergy's know to let their BETS ride! It's a shame its diction for our dictions has a cipher's reprise. A YOUNG SPEAKER I accept being called RAMMEL. I shall add an "L" and a "ZEE!" And for that, I know I'll cry... for the wish to die BISHOP. THE BISHOP What is your LETTER RACER'S locked clock in slue of this Webster's Dictionary? A DIVINE GOD Bishop, here come the cops! THE BISHOP We have time. Reposition yourself for the answer. THE RAMM:ELL:ZEE A "J," the PLEROTIC, an "IMP" has used "ITS HOOK" to break the "LUZ" and drain our marrow of TRAINS TREE knowledge. For language has festered with slanguages and dialects of their histories "IOCHIA." our card-tome is at STAY. Now the "J" must be reversed by a reversed "Z" and its "Z-BAR" rules with the flame of its military that "Eve'd" illuminations. An evolution for me to set free for all to see! As hard core "E" WORDES epsilon's chassis enters war as the "BURNER" sigma. If they are reversed, the "U," "V," and "W" will skip to its omitted place of APPARITOR POINTS. If not, the "J's" embrace will be rapped with reprehensibility on each word it represents to demolish its His-stories!... [page 1-20 of Alpha's Bet]