I Wonder How Would it Sound?

April 4th, 1984.
It was a Bright Cold Day in April and The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen.
And I Was Sipping Gin with my Beloved Friend Dr Benway.
The City of Anexia was Good, Cool, Mad And Grey as it Tends to be
We Were Right in the Middle of My Beautifully Grey Room.
Room 101
With Peeling Wet Walls, Hearing the Screams of The Naked and Mad Scratching and Crying at My Door.
Enjoying the Sound Of Rust.
He was talking about his ways of Human Conditioning,
How through the ways of Brutal And Cruel Torture, Conditioned a Young Fragile Boy In his Early Twenties
To Get Naked at the Ring of His Bell that He Carried on his Pocket.
To bent down and cry for him.
Otherwise intense Discomfort Would Occur to Him
That Just Wouldn't go Away.
Just Like Being Addicted to Heroin.
Crying All the Way Down but Unable to Help Himself.
Feeling Dirty and Used.
I Told him that I was Alright.
I Said That I Did not Require a Sex Slave, I Said That That Might Just Take All The fun away.
I said I was More Interested in 4th Dimensionality.
That If Possible to Achieve You Could Be Living in the Present Future and Past at the Same time.
And Stay Somewhere in your Life, Present Past or Future Forever.
You Could Have an Orgasm 4 years If You Like for Example.
And Always Be Young. And Always Be Loved as Well.
Or Spending a Hundred Years of Solitude.
Beyond Pity Human Emotions.

Somebody Had To Break Into My Place.
There's Always Somebody Fucking The Fun Somehow.
Little Did we Know It Was Death.
Carrying His Long Scythe .
And His Long Black Veil.
and His Neat Anger Chaos Sadness and Disease.
I asked if he Wanted a Drink.
I Told Him how much I was of a Fan of His.
He Sat Down And Chatted With us.
He Said How the Hades Was So Cool.
That Jesus Was The Waiter of Hell.
Coming always Smiling on a Pink tutu.
And Nobody Ever Had To Tip Him.
(Nobody Did)
How Satan Was a Cool warm Hearted Man and Played The Most Beautiful Music on His Piano.
Cain And Abel Are there all the Time, Killing Each Other and Coming Back To Life Endlessly.
That's Just Their Ways.
We Were Just too Jealous, we Had to Let Him Go.
and I Took a Long Dark Bath While Smoking a Cigar.
Wondering If I could Get a Record of his....