Nico Nuthouse Here:

Hello corpse! I'm Nico Nuthouse. The other day, I meet this chappy again. He shook my hand, and laughed, plenty. I said how are you? He said, that he was fine, and enjoyed 'Casket Chuckles' something fierce! Then he continued and said, every time this "Introvisionary Copying" thing comes out, I just bloat from excitement and can hardly read it for the hurry I am in, to see what this Nico has got to say. This Nico you know, talks funny, but what he says, is the naked nude of truth, all the way around. This piece of Cosmic Script is the best by far. He's a marveler. I wonder, if I could ever meet this guy.

Well, there I was, first I did not know what to say, but then it came to me, like a shot from above. Tell him the truth Nico, said the shot, tell him the blaring truth, for if you don't, you will be in too deep, to be saved by anybody, or even might drown in your own fantasies. Anyway, I said to him, well, first of all chappy, I have to confess. Well, he said, I'm not a priest, but if you want to I'll try to listen and then forget it. So, go ahead! I said, no, I don't need a priest, for I have to confess to you. Because I lied to you, not to a priest. Well, he said, you surprise me! I thought, you to be an honest bloke. Anyway, he said, confess all you want, for I know what if feels like to be full of confessions. Let's hear it, he says.

And then I told him, that I was not Hank, but Nico himself. And you know, my confession made him happy like hell, for Hank he says, I don't care about him too much anyway. But for Nico, for you, if you don't lie this time, I care a hell of a lot, and maybe even more. Because I like your scribbling, for I can dig it a lot better, than all the universally and Super-Mumbo-Jumbo Hank writes. Like I said before, the guy should be checked out by the UFO force. Or whoever, seems to fly up-there. I told him, that I could not stand myself, since I had told him, I was Hank, and that I had lied to him, to protect Hank, or anybody for that matter. I know now that no lie is worth anybody, but somehow, at the time I did it, I thought it was a good idea, but it turned out all screwy and bulky in my inner heart. So there I said, I'm the Nico you like, and Hank is fine, and I'm all with you for Hank is too clumsy with his wording of the Universal Grunts, for people of ordinary headedness, or there abouts.

I told this chappy, Hank is my friend, and I would like you to leave Hank where he belongs, for that's where he belongs. He said, I understand you loud and clear, and I respect your confession to me. I wish, I could do that as easy as you can. You seemed to have no trouble telling it the way it is, while I need to boost my ego a bit. And then I lie, to make it swell like a balloon! But sooner or later it always collapses right in my heart-strings, to make me feel lousy, or worse. There, he says, that's me.

And then I ask him, would you like to become a Bronkle Church Member. The rewards are 'fookers' for every Devil you chase and change into a good feeling. Whoever the person is you work on. He liked the idea and joined, right there and then! The 'fookers' count towards the account of positive nihilism, which is helpful, whenever he needed it or whenever he might kick the bucket. Kicking the bucket he says, is phony. For whatever bucket you kick, they're all full of life. While the time that you are on this Earth, is nothing else but a bad dream, that seems to be controlled by somebody else. And that ain't true at all, he says, for you are the controller of your episodes in this dream-land, we call the world. And if you don't know that, you will always have a nightmare that cannot be cured by any religion or any other lean-post. For all a lean-post really does he says, is make you lean a lot, and never get the show on the road. And then he said I have been a member of whatever church, and all I got was a guilt-complex.

Some of them Churches turn you to insanity of the first order and spoil any fun or inner joyousness, that life really is. So I tell you Nico, I'm a loner in the first grade, and I like it! But what I do not as yet understand precisely, is the 'fooker' bit. But then, if you don't mind, I don't give a fimble about them. For I feel that 'fookers' are some things you get or have, but what you have, has got nothing to do with what you are. So there!  I'll pass on the 'fooker-bit' and work for nothing. Sure I said, I get you clear as a bell, and the sound is beautiful! And then this chappy and I embraced a long time, until a man in a uniform looked at us, and said, what you guys doing? We told him, and then he smiled, and said, I have heard many jokes, and my pay-check is one of them. For all I do is cash it in at the grub-store, for half empty boxes with gismos in them. Can I join? We told him he could, but that he had to undo his attire in order to join the Bronkle Church. For nobody of any value, walks around in uniforms, or any other obvious garbage. He got the point, but hesitated for a long time. And then he said, do you guys meet someplace. We told him, yes, we do! We meet right here, for this is the place! A Bronkle does not need a building or temple to meet, for that is malarky of the mind. Well for now, I quit scribbling for my hand is pretty sore!