The NU

This is the third part of the Global Outreach Progam as I see it.  It is not a work of Art it is a global taxonomy on the share of oil and such tarts and the number of men it feeds namely numerous millions and he fact that it does indeed make for the employ of numerous artists who say that it should fail.  This is not a fair inclement of the scene of the affair and no it is not a fair inclusion of event to the misspell of all the recreant factors.  Foreword is the anstill and that is the mean of all things ant and the ant of one is no’ the missant of another, it is the missing or debutante aspel.  The aspel means it is the mean of the two not the three or the four.  Therefore it is the halfway distance between the end and the begin but not as the crow flies but along the path.  This does no’ create the end version of events but the begin and thus it starts with the mean and ends with the fnu.

The fnu herefore is the fu and the un of fun mixed up and therefore in an untidy means redoubled into itself to become more fnu or…fun, yes that’s right!

This is not going to be the end of the time here.  It is only the start as I start to enjoy myself convincing you (the reader) that I am in fact insane whereas it is a little fleaball in my throat that starts me on this record of events leading up to my being sentenced without charge to the manifest Heaven and haven of the British Mental Ill-health Society (BMIS I shall call it).

The BMIS is crowded with society at this moment as more and more join in the industry for the fun of it.  Many have committed suicide or committed further risks in order to gain admittance and it is not an exclusive society – rather it is Inclusive.  Very Labour.

It is with some regret that I announce I shall be leaving soon.  The BMIS, not this earthly heaven I call home, named Bath.  This is the start of something different while I endeavour to abscond from the law and make my way across the sea to Australia and then South to Antarctica where I shall be greeted by none other than the emperor penguin with his same-same but different attitude to masonic rage and the fact that I refuse to work for them.  Masons that is.

We shall march accompanied by the vouchsafement of the Lord as we begin to sector out the missive from the missat and decide which of the two is for us.  The missat in this case is none other than the nee-d for a nu or new way of thinking such that these imbeciles can understand that life in Southern Australia and the like has been changed for the good of all.

No more masons in town is what I spreech and this is a new not a way and that is so.  This is no’ a vague memory of events but a clarification of the roles played by various members of the Bath public including and now wait for it – Thandi ex of the Bath RUH or the Royal United Hospital who preached “forgive and forget” for I shall not forget and I shall foregive for they are plebs or plebescants needing a fixative who do not understand the way of the world.  For them it expends no further than the border of this country and that is that. But for me it extends far beyond that to the extent of once having been forsworn as the enemy of the umKhonto we Siswe and its tactics of peaceful change through endeavour.  It is thus that I became a sworn enemy of them and through this that I made an acquaintance of Craig who shall remain surnameless.  He is a Lord of the Chapel of Ede and thus it is so.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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