Oasis Sanctus
Kill for Sanctus. Guerrilla Literature conceptualized, written and published 11/21/2024.
I have lived in Sanctus. Saw the sights and tasted the delights. Felt the joy of wearing a mask and being free to escape the trappings of humanity. This is just an introduction. I will tell you more about the place worth killing for, worth dying for, but for now? Welcome to the show.
Sanctus is a place where we all wear a mask and we don't give a fuck. Also, if you let it go the EYE will come for you and that's horrific. It takes your face and wears it as it's own. Breaks you down into bone dust that can be brushed away into filling cabinets. You will be labeled. Known by the accursed tag given to you by your parents, by your family, a disgrace. We don't play those games here. We do not identify our brothers and sisters by what royal house or trailer park they came from. It's not worth the fuss. The bloodshed was far too monumental. You could have sunk the Titanic in the depths of the red. Now we all wear the mask. All wear the crown. Are all the saviors and all the clowns. With a mask you can be whatever you want to be and do whatever you want to do, kill whoever you want to kill, sin how you want to sin. Personally I could live without Robert De Niro but I've never had the chance to do him in. Nothing has lived up to Heat anyways. We are distant from humanity now. This desert oasis seemed like bliss at first. No more poverty, no more hunger, fresh pussy and apricots hang from the trees and are willing to be picked as we please. Then the nights fell. Then the EYE rose, and once again the terror of civilization returned. Do not smoke or joke or swear. Don't wear that color and cut your hair. Always be aware. The masks were our only escape. It can't single us out if it can't see our face. Or, know our true names. Here I'm Pen. The man who first documented when the stealing began. The man who saw the EYE climb into the face of a man and how the twisted little bastards can tear us apart where we stand. Still, there are no homeless on the streets. Plenty to drink and plenty to eat. It might come with high stakes, where lawfully there's no difference between dissention and rape but with mob rule you lie in the bed that you make. Be the villain. Be the hero. Get high on meth and take out De Niro. Make it to the top and return to zero, Scarface shit just like Al Pacino. I'd kill for Sanctus every day, until my final breath. This is the new United States, a place where Freedom rings. Bring your family down for a visit, bask out in the sun. Just don't forget to pack your mask, you'll be needing one.