Terminal House: Last Lodge: A New Pathway

7.5.11

A New Pathway

No more crimes to the self in thought, intent or action. Defensive capabilities strategically optimal. Time to initiate new protocol. Sweep existing pathways clean and begin the construction of a more direct route. A more clean route. A singular path that will remain free of debris and trespassers. When complete, it will be a secret. Only animals that talk human in their sleep will be allowed to use it. The other paths will serve as decoys.

PROTOENCYCLOPEDIST, CODEXORCIST & LYCANTHROPIC HOUSEKEEPER

I lay in an invisible place with dogs and devils and dragons in the cellar of a house made from the bone, skin and hair collected from my headless God, who rambles through the empty worlds above, between and below. My body and mind for you as you seek what you need to sustain yourself, my headless somnambulist Lord of endless cycles of redeath and unbirth, as I sleep, dream and die and regenerate from dust and ash and salt and blood and shadow for you. My blankets are sewn from the cloth of maps that reveal the secret tunnels of the Nine Circles found in the now abandoned and sunken towers of Heaven. My pillowcases are stuffed with the feathers of fallen angels and the mildewed pages from the forbidden books inscribed with the unspeakable names of those that watch and wait as their ladders spire into the sky from the bottomless pits of Hell. During this first and last year of antitime times nine, siphon these days with me in a place where time does not touch. I will return your head.