Banshee Term Moot

Jerramore was a person yesterday, but today he read a book. He then put the book down, which he hadn't been able to do for a while, for approximately the duration of the book in fact. He always had that problem, as his hands were made of semi dried glue. It takes him so long to seperate the book and the hands from their insistent bookstucktohand formation, that he has time to read the thing. Quite how he turned the pages, I don't actually know. I wasn't there, I'm only the messenger. But anyway, he read a book. And it actually changed him as a person, a bit, not too much. He then went and drank a bottle of acid and died, but came back to life to tell a family of rich people about it, to make them feel guilty. Now this might not seem too strange to you, but he was dressed as a woman at the time. How risque!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, while he was doing that, he saw a mice and a man, but he was not any the wiser, as his eyes weren't good enough in death to tell the difference between them. A lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanenly plastered pissed up bastard! Lousy Life!!! That's what he thought, but didnt have the courage to say so. The rich people were so welcoming after all. He knocked on the door, and they didn't hear it, but when he rang the bell they let him straight in and gave him some English beer, which went straight through him. His feet never touched the floor the whole time. Instead, the floor touched his feet, rather sensually in fact, he thought. It was like those foot vibrating massage machines in the shopping centres. But he just thought that was the acid talking. Well, massaging, not talking. There was a cold poison in the air, like as though a 13 year old called Juliettia was upstairs asking where why or what was her boyfriend's name. How untimely. Were they destined to be happier in sacrifice as in the mixed up emotional world of life? Or were they just a bit weird?
Jerramore was asked this question once, before he'd even encountered Romond or Juliettiquette. He just said they were a bit silly, wanting to spend the rest of their lives together after three days, in which Romond had managed to kill somebody, gatecrash a party, probably bite his thumb, and climb a young girls wall and enter via a window, the other side of which the said child was on her bed, naked. Call Jerramore a little cynical if you please, but he thought that wasn't really the kind of person you'd plan your life around.
But as he remembered this strange situation, he quickly shut it out, as he was supposed to be preaching to rich people. That's the trouble with ghosts, they just can't do two things at once. Which is a shame, because if he had only thought to use the example of Romond and Julietcetera he could have really made an impact. We all know that a random unexpected sentence can really make the original point seem a lot more relevant.
There are seagulls on the light house.
Jerramore could see a serpent (or was it an eel? Big worm? Damned dead eyes) and it was green. He loved it, but got scared and ate an apple, which had been burnt by somebody called Trevor. Aparrently construction is a form of destruction. But Acid is a creation, and it made Jerramore what he is today, and he was an arsehole before, so the fact he's now quite interesting isn't destruction is it? Or if it is destruction of his old persona, then it's hardly a bad thing.
Anyway, the rich people became old with their guilt after Jerramore's empassioned talk of around 26 seconds and ended up like most people, dead.
But it wasn't a depressing death, with age they became lovely charitable people, and they had dreams of psychopathic mistresses with withered arms and melancholy hussars of the German legion, and then though much more knidly of Love, Amore, Liebe and of Romond and Juliextraterrestrial.

Grey, Ham, Green, Hazmat, Encore, Raged.

The man is a fool, but it is quite funny when you think about it, isn't it?