HAPPY-JACK-O-ME-HEADLESS-DOUCHEBAG.

 I was an exaggeration of myself for Hallow's Eve. Every Hallow's Eve 1989 to 1995. Cleared out all the good watering holes (the only five on Main St.) ten minutes tops. Art Studio. Evening. "Showing" of Jenson Donnelly's great artistic rip off of the Dada era. His "pieces" all had a main theme: "I am Not An Artist, I live on the prairie." Everyone gone. Five minutes. The mall. Bit longer. Bout' an hour. Exhausting. All those stores. Two-hundred-plus consumers.
Man in food-court: "FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!"
Henry: "IT'S NOTHING MORE THAN HALLOW'S EVE ASSHOLE!!! TAKE SOME FUCKING EXAGGERATION!!!"

Punched in face. Four blows. Balding. Stocky. Ignoramus. Realized he could not ruin my Hallow's Eve. Pain in the ass. Eventually gone with the rest. Half-hour. Nobody. Nobody. Ruins my Hallow's Eve spirits. Not even Johnny Mathis. Not even Casey Sports-Tourette's bore me to death. Away he went from communal living room. Thirty-nine seconds. Vomited on crazy-man Al's snack. Al. Punched me in the face twice. Karate-kicked Casey in chest. White-coats. Here they come. Take Al out with syringe. My exaggeration wished him "HAPPY HALLOW'S EVE!!!" Twenty times tops. Big Dick's Titty Bar, testosterone nightmare, haters of man dancing through clenched teeth, EMPTY,  after my exaggeration passed through door and into the room of hard blockheads. Ten inch heel, medulla oblongata, then, gone in a flash, fifty-one minutes tops, blood on my face and to the "French" Cafe. "Great baguettes!!" "What is that?!!" Undigested food and horror, evacuation, twenty minutes tops (I had to use the bathroom-+ five minutes) hors d'fucking nerves! It's Hallow's Eve!!! Fun times! Starbucks cafe. Five shots of espresso. One latte. Large black. My exaggeration. No money. vacant. Fifteen minutes tops. Trepidating cashier. Too trepidized to dial the men in blue. "HAPPY HALLOW'S FUCKING EVE!!! HOORAY!!! No one rips me off on Hallow's Eve. $7.95 for a large black the size of (see picture). No way!!! You away!! Five more espressos. Two largER cups of black. Peaceful. Solitude. Sirens approach the almost empty cafe. My exagerration. Gone in a flash. "HELLO WALMART!" "HAPPY HALLOW'S EVE!!!" "ALL YOU GRACIOUS WHITE FOLK!!" Segregation is not extinct, trust me. "HOLY SHIT PRICK!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!"-some anglo-saxon. Confusion. Up and around the gimcrackin' aisles, forty minutes tops. My face, already battered, white man with surprising common sense, how to beat the battered? Would it make a difference? Hotel de Rich. Bejewelled fops. "Money spreads germs, don't you see!!!" Multiple misers. Faces knotted in disgust. Hotel de Rich. Deserted. Fifty minutes tops (busy night, lots of call-girls and married men searching in desperation for their clothes, not the call-girls though, they had the balls, quickly they exited, no tops). The Scene as well. Fetish ball. Hallow's Eve fiesta. Goth kids. Very serious. Lugubrious, the azure sky only brings me pain. Concerned. Low-threshold for the pure wickedness of my exaggeration. Startled cult of the space vampire. Disappear into the black night. Twenty-six minutes tops. Punk rock night at Lou Phlegm's. 'Bout forty-five mo-hawks. Chains. Spikes. Hallow's Eve. Shameful posers.  Received one blow from chip-on-shoulder-punker-pretense. "Take my blood, it's free!! All of it!!! Boo!! Boo!!! You can blow me all night!!!" Seventeen minutes tops. Goodbye. Punk is dead? Souns morbid. Kind of like HALLOW'S EVE!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! My exagerration with swampy blood eyes retires. Back to the cave. The bats there waiting with dinner. HAPPY-JACK-O-ME-HEADLESS-DOUCHEBAG!!!!! You never know when the gooneyman shall appear on Hallow's Eve. Oh dear.
Lex talionis,

Henry Thee O'Malley x 2,000

Provision for the Reception and Relief of Lunatics: An Essay by Henry O'Malley

Provision for the Reception and Relief of Lunatics:  An Essay.

         Prelude: "Where is the beginning?" asks One. "Where is the ending?" asks Another. The Middle is concerned with both: "Why have they abandoned me?" IT thinks. One and Another both have mouths, but their voices misrepresent the sounds most applicable to their intentions. IT is the substance of both beginning and end, but IT does not ask. IT thinks. There are times when the beginning, middle, and end lose contact with one another.

       Mental illness is not supernatural. So be it Hippocrates. Who, then, is IFrankMaster? IFrankMaster is the devil that invades my mind and body when my brain opens up to receive evil and erase Henry. Frank is not here now Hippocrates. If Hippocrates were Henry, he would have to think a lot harder about his assertion. Mental disease has a physiological and natural basis, but damned be the lot that limit this disease to those two terms. Mephistopheles...archfiend. There are a lot of people don't know about Abraham: there are a lot that do not know anything about anything. We are are all ignorant concerning one thing or another. No one is omniscient; therefore, everyone is ignorant. No lie. I am honest as Abe. I saw him the other day. He was in my room, head-in-hands-weeping, on the floor. I sat down beside him. I promised Sarah the Black-

Kali Sara - Black Sara, not to disturb his weeping; Saint Paul is another story..."We live by faith, not by sight." I did not ask him why he was shedding tears. I knew why. We are telepathically linked. He was in utter despair concerning the present state of America. "...Pretending to be Romans.....pretending to be Romans...." I heard him say these words through his weeping. I nodded. Judy Collins was singing "Send in the Clowns." And then there is Casey, an idiot-lunatic type that bores me to tears everyday with his sports-Tourette's. A lot of Americans have sports and weather Tourette's, but Casey is a bad case. Who do you think you are Hippocrates? They place leeches on my body, bleed me, remove my teeth, leg-chains, manacles, straight jackets, barred basement cells, extreme temperatures, poor ventilation. The Hippocratic Oath. "What I may see or hear in the course of treatment or even outside of the treatment in regard to the life of men, which on no account one must spread abroad, I will keep myself holding such things shameful to be spoken about." Yes, sir. Does my blood press on my brain so? Haldol and thorazine, atypical clozapine...they keep out the supernatural. I once was the gatecrasher of smart-parties. The Mennonite intellect at a party is gatecrashed by a supernatural being in the flesh. They caught him jumping off a train and tumbling onto the prairie. They took him to the barred basement cell that transformed into a white-washed and sterile island of ne'er do wells and false, ineffectual smiles. Termites or needles plunged into his skin and injected Henry back in again.

Lex Talionis,

 

Henry O'Malley

Hexastix

Hexastix

So sorry.....

So sorry

I have been doing extensive research on the fifth book of the Hexastix: The Sticks of Justice. Let me tell you…it has been quite arduous!!! It will be here soon, in full text.
Knowledge is power.

Lex Talionis,
Henry O’Malley

Attention!!! On behalf of my friend Henry...

Attention!!!

On behalf of my friend, Henry O’Malley, I must bring forth some unfortunate news. Henry, as a result of his over-absorption concerning the research for book V of the Hexastix, abandoned the responsibility of taking his daily medications which keep his illness (disorganized schizophrenia) at bay. Please disregard any erratic behavior or absurd posts made by Henry at this time: he needs to be re-stabilized. Yesterday, for instance, a random woman was citing out loud to her friend some vile tragedy that resulted in the death of one man and two seriously injured children. After she read the passage, written in some daily newspaper, Henry began to jump up and down like a hysterical hyperactive child and did not stop laughing for a good solid ten minutes. After this little performance, he exclaimed ” If dinosaurs still roamed the earth, the government would cease to exist, all rulers would be devoured by a flaming tyrannosaurus, and all would be well!!!” He then began to cite a distorted version of Isaiah’s prophecy on the end of the world from chapter 24 of The Old Testament:
“The dinosaurs are going to devastate the earth and leave it desolate. They will twist the earth’s surface and devour its people. 2 Everyone will meet the same fate-the priests and the people, slaves and masters, buyers and sellers, lenders and borrowers, rich and poor. 3 The earth will lie shattered and ruined. The Dinosaurs  have spoken and it will be done. 4 The earth dries up and withers; the whole world grows weak; both earth and sky decay. 5 The people have defiled the earth by breaking the laws of the dinosaurs … 6 So dinosaurs have pronounced a curse on the earth. Its people are paying for what they have done. Fewer and fewer remain alive. 7 The cellphones wither, and television is becoming scarce. Everyone who was once brainwashed and is now sad, 8 and the joyful music of their video games and meaningless banter has ceased. 9 There is no more appalling singing over new technologies; no one enjoys its destruction of the imagination any more. 10 In the city everything is in chaos, and people lock themselves in their houses for safety. 11 People shit in the streets because there is no more toilets. Happiness is gone forever; it has been banished from the land. 12 The city is in ruins, and its gates have been broken down.
This is what will happen in every nation all over the world. It will be like the end of harvest, when the tits have been beaten off every tree and the last dicks picked from the vines. 17 Listen to me, everyone! There are terrors, pits, and traps waiting for you. 18 Anyone who tries to escape from the dinosaurs will fall in a pit, and anyone who escapes from the dinosaurs will be caught in a trap. Torrents of piss will pour from the sky, and earth’s foundations will laugh. 19 The earth will crack and shatter and split open. 20 The earth itself will stagger like a drunk, sway like a hut in a storm. The world is weighed down by its sins; it will collapse and never rise again.
21 A time is coming when the dinosaurs will punish the powers above and the rulers of the earth. 22 Dinosaurs will crowd kings together like prisoners in a pit.They will shut them in prison until the time of their punishment comes.
23 The moon will grow dark, and the sun will no longer shine, for the Tyrannosaurus Rex Almighty will be king. He will rule in Jerusalem on Mount Zion, and the leaders of the people will see his glory!”
This is just a warning. I have faith that he will be stabilized and a bit more coherent very soon.
The good news is that we are working on a new website. Of course, I am working at it alone right now so it is taking a bit longer than I expected if both of us were collaborating, but it will be complete soon.
Good Day,
OSun