ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. ZARDOZ HAS REFLECTED UPON THE COUNTRY MUSIC HIS BRUTAL COWORKER HAD PLAYED FOR HIM. ZARDOZ THINKS HE MIGHT HAVE SOME LYRICS FOR MUSIC OF HIS OWN.
I’ve been flyin’ these streets so long
Broadcastin’ the same old death song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of the Vortex
Where cleansin’s the name of the game
And brutals get washed away like the snow and the rain
There’s been a load of compromisin’
On the road to my event horizon
But I’m gonna be where the lasers are shinin’ on me
Like a flying stone cowboy
Riding out on a grav beam in a brutal roping rodeo
Like a flying stone cowboy
Hearing cries and despair from brutals I don’t even know
Exterminator orders over the megaphone
ZARDOZ WILL ASK BRUTAL COWORKERS WHAT THEY THINK. PERHAPS ZARDOZ CAN GET BRUTAL COWORKER “BOBBY” TO PLAY HIS STRINGED INSTRUMENT AS ACCOMPANIMENT.
WHILE ZARDOZ WORKS ON THAT, HIS CHOSEN ONES CAN ENJOY THE LINKS HE HAS PROVIDED:
  • ZARDOZ THINKS BRUTALS SHOULD STAY OUT OF PRISON FOR SPEECH – BUT STILL BE CLEANSED…
  • ZARDOZ FINDS REACTION TO INEFFECTIVE CLEANSING …ENLIGHTENING.
  • VERY FAST BRUTAL FINISHES….NOT FIRST.
  • A SOMEWHAT MORE EFFECTIVE , IF ODD, CLEANSING.