Sher-ruff of Venice


The Law End Force Human
by Calvin

For Homie the Bells Clank and Buzzzzzz


As the bells chime and the whistles blow this time of year. Let us all remember those who are locked down and imprisoned around the world. The prisoners of the wars that go on forever and the relentless antagonisms of the rulers against the masses of humanity.

The strange disappearance of death row inmate on the stroke of midnight Jan.1, 2002.

Prof. Chimes R. Bellman had vanished into the underground many years ago. He was a great criminologist, clockmaker and observer on the heavens. Adjusting himself perfectly to the tides and the synchronicity of spontaneous human thought.Understanding crime, the Hydrogen bomb and the snap of the electronic synapse. His voice and mind where in perfect tune with the harmonics of the universe. While riding a motorcycle his skin would vibrate to the frequency of the engine and his eyes would spin in their sockets like a gyroscope. Bicycle locks sprung open as he walked the streets and the local bank vault would swing open whenever he came near. Sometime while welding with his brain he had detected an innocent homeboy in a steel box on death row. Bending a radar beam from the control tower at LAX he penetrated the prison on a biotelemetric carrier wave.

From his secret hideout underneath the streets of Venice Beach California he had formed an alliance with the earth’s greatest sewer suckers and muckrakers. Within this underground bastion of free thought he planned the mutual transmutation and escape of Little Muffin, the homey on death row. On a day in January as all the clocks on earth struck seven minutes before midnight he moved between all the molecules of time.

Slipping into an Electric Ave. high wire fireball, he entered the power lines that stretch and snap over L.A.
Traveling at the speed of light he skidded into and popped a dozen transformers on the California power grid. Bellman’s body aura hummed as his coronas sped northward shutting down a nuclear reactor on the coast. Communication systems scrambled as he tore through the power towers in the desert. A Teslaesk lightening bolt shot from the KPFK transmitter tower high in the Santa Monica Mountains.

Little Muffin sat motionless in his death box. The warden and the prison guards had been remotely mesmerized by Dr. Bellman’s vibrating telemetry. Inside Homey Muffin’s cell a brilliant pinpoint of light shot from the keyhole and entered his body through his left nostril. His body began to vibrate and alchemically transmute into a pure energy being. The steel bars in the death box began to vaporize as the electromagnetic wizard’s molecules joined with Little Muffin’s. Moving upwards towards the heavens the duo dissected a HAARP projection. They flashed across the southwest at high altitude on the fringes of space.

The bells and sirens went off at the NORAD command center, Cheyenne Mountain Colorado. The radars and satellites studied the ionized fireball moving towards the Gulf of Mexico at tremendous speed. Somewhere south of the island of Cuba the flaming ball descended into the bay and rolled steaming into a mangrove swamp. Little Muffin and Prof. Bellman emerged from the swamp holding hands. They followed a path into the mountains.

FREE AT LAST!!!!! f

Posted: Sun - December 1, 2002 at 04:04 PM          


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