Uolsinectis: Homicidio in the spirit world

Circa 1981 Uolsinectis published an underground magazine (or mag) called "Métal Hurlant", which was -basically- delineated on photocopied planchuelas in black & white, with photographs pirated from "Kerrang!", for example of Ossie Osborne, or Kis.

Uolsinectis (unspecified age) lived in Europe, and listened to Judas Pryst on cassette out loud:

the unexpected fate arrived the day 19 of January of 1982, when Uolsinectis was dismembered alive by a TALGO 350 running at 755 km. p/h, when Uolsinectis tried to cross the railway that inter-connected Andorra la Vella with L'Hospitalet-près-l'Andorre, and didn't see the train coming (this extremely unknown railway was closed in 1988, after an UFO landing).

The shattered body was immediately picked and transported with extreme dissimulation by mysterious agent during two nights in a Renault 4L through the jungles called the Ardennes, toward the Palast der Republik, in East Berlin, German Democratic Republic, Sovietic satellite state.

[this was the aspect of the Palast, the morning when the Renault with Uolsinectis arrived]

The intention of the kidnappers was clear: 
Uolsinectis would be bodily reconstructed with cybernetic implants, in order to experiment for the first time in the Communist Block with a cyborg, an individual who is half human and half computer

a human system.

The ambitious operation would happen at the subterranean cabinets of the mentioned Palast der Republik, a symbolic building of Oriental Germany: national palace of sports, venue of Scorpions, Krokus, Tangerine Dream & Vangelis recitals, genetic laboratory and also house of the parliament.


Some say that the operation was a success

and some said that it wasn't





after enduring long months of atrocities and experiments with his body, Uolsinectis could find a tube in the Palast, a safe-conduct to escape toward the liberty... a liberty that could be

a Hell?




Sometimes the liberty may be a Hell.

The liberty, that over-rated concept

that romaticized notion.




The freedom is much less important and valuable than you think.





















Uolsinectis ran brainless through streets of East Germany, his muscles became bestialized after he was exposed to the rays:

reaching The Wall, in prodigious pirouette, Uolsinectis crosses that barrier built by the ideologies of Europe between the East & the West, jumping over The Wall, like a cheetah, or a very desperate artist:


but brainless Uolsinectis is, and brainless he goes
his human mind has been removed in a 74%... and he escapes, runs



the streets of West Berlin are wet now, in August of 1982, in this strange moment.
Wet they are, and shine:

can you see the streets of West Berlin shining?







































This must be a suburb

the West Berliner matrimonies of the Cold War sleep in the profound beds of their suburban dormitories


Uolsinectis walks brainless through such lanes, the oxygen of the night smells like infamy, what's the name of this lane?


"The day that never comes" **




Uolsinectis observes the letters with the name on a metallic plaque nailed on a wall at the corner

his mouth drools over the wet pavement
fat drops of white, almost seminal saliva fall from his open mouth, his disoriented eyes look around while his feet keep on walking: 
a strong essence, like cyanide inundates the air of the night... some metres ahead, an open storm drain.





With cretinized stare in flames, Uolsinectis runs to its encounter and lets himself fall into the open storm drain:

the fall is neverending
because I could see it






where I am?





































Submersed in mystic sewage Uolsinectis goes brainless with the flow, through the vast realms of subterranean pipelines that vertebrate Berlin subterrestrially

down under, every minute deeper, reaching the country of those who are dead for the world of the lights:

Homicidio in the spirit world?



Then I see something terrible: that Celestial Heaven is exactly under the pipelines where the excreta is transported

and the excreta of the towns travels

city to city, under the communes, under sleeping paisanos, to the sea



but that Celestial Heaven described in that book... it is exactly under the pipelines where the excreta is transported

joining the human with the divine

and Uolsinectis travels through it

towards it

because I could see it:














the journey goes on, the lights are indistinctly diffuse in these abysses:



under my floating body, I note the silhouette of those Pearly Gates full of saints, and I finally realize that Uolsinectis is me

me

and those Pearly Gates of El Cielo full of saints are under waters of sewage, built over the terraasymmetry of the Hells

and as I crossed floating into the sewage, voice of saint arrived to my ear, and the voice of saint was shouting at me:

"unforgiven, unforgiven!"



In that moment I knew that the bliss of any Heaven finds its aliment in the suffering of the condemned.

































I am being transported through the torrent of the communal sewage, which now starts reaching another dimensional district

and the tube walls are presided by a face like a totem whose angles are harder than life

and the face is beholding from an inferior position, observing that Paradise above him, so feared.

Suddenly, a deviation in the pipeline makes me enter a glowing tube, in which I fall in rampant descent

a blinding red light appears in front of my eyes.

























































** El Diablo