Thoughts disappearing from the deformed worldmind. Flipper babies ride
dolphins, hurdling the crashing waves! Like Australian lifeguard boats,
pitchpoling and bodysurfing, laughing wildly, clutching the silver reins
in deformed paddlefingers — who gives a fuck what hideous chunk of flesh
we are, provided we're among the non-judgmental?

Who are the black robed antijesuses? Blind justice was whose bright
idear? It's never blind — take off the ceremonial blindfold then,
goddammit! Let's invent a justice with wide-open eyes, with a hundred
wide open eyes, a new Argus Justice Phenomenon. Justice is currently just
ice, to cool and freeze the souls of tons of criminals chucked into the
cooler with steely attorney tongs.

Nobody fixes the freaky crimanimals. The minimal crimanals. The anal
crimeanals in the Crimea. At their maxima and minima. Soul minima in the
animal criminals. And there are no wipers with solvent anywhere in the
cisterns of the Cystem. No solvent sisters in the Cytosphere.