The Obscure Derelict Diversion: An Occupational Hazard>Act 31

Disclaimer: Obscurity brings safety. The street to obscurity is paved with athletes who can perform great feats before friendly crowds. The obscure only exists that it may cease to exist. In it lies the opportunity of all victory and all progress. Whether it call itself fatality, death, night, or matter, it is the pedestal of life, of light, of liberty and the spirit. For it represents resistance, that is to say, the fulcrum of all activity, the occasion for its development and its triumph. What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity. Fiction can be that way sometimes. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental & should not be taken or misconstrued as such. Anyone who thinks otherwise probably believes that obscurantism is the academic theorist's revenge on society for having consigned him or her to relative obscurity a way of proclaiming one's superiority in the face of one's diminished influence, more so that darkness is to space what silence is to sound and obscurity is the realm of error.

Well, it is said that lately in and around the great prison walls of Devil’s Island, prison guards have been harassing prisoners at breakneck speed. Often the harassment stems from personal vendettas, jealousies and Acts of God. Some of these actions are leading prisoners to commit great acts of obscurity, including their own untimely deaths, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

It is a common practice for prison guards here on Devil’s Island to let certain prisoners slip by with violations a-plenty and a smile, while other prisoners are ordered to follow obscure rules simply because they were not smiled upon.

It’s called the obscure derelict diversion and it separates the men from the boys; the women from the girls; the phonies from the honest, the good from the evil and the saps from the lackeys. The prison guards have been doing strange things to amuse themselves lately and that includes accidental and untimely prisoner deaths, but after all, what’s another prisoner death on Devil’s Island anyway?

It apparently stems from a trickle-down document that surfaced recently during a locked-door meeting held by prisoner guards, which of course Broadcast Betty had privy to be invited to. After all, good misinformation scares Devil’s Island prisoners. The meeting primarily focused on old and often overlooked obscure prison procedures to more speedily execute longtime prisoners taking up good cell-space on Devil’s Island.

Take Trixie Pixie for example; always attentive to every prisoner’s needs; always the one to go above and beyond the call of what skill required within the Devil’s Island prisoner labor camp; always a shining asset to Upper Prison Brass, yet some unknown obscure law caught her full of too much juice one day and due to an extremely obscure prison procedure, she was executed.

Then there was The Anglican Choir Boy, who was recaptured after many months of being on the lam. Once he was placed back into the system, they brainwashed him into thinking everything was okay, but of course it wasn’t, as one day a trigger-happy prison guard “accidentally” shot The Anglican Choir Boy in the back, similar in style to the coward who shot famous outlaw Jesse James in the late 1800s. No one ever made mention of the “accidental” incident ever again and the trigger-happy guard was rewarded with his own watch office.

And then of course there was the unfortunate death of Mother Hen Martha that broke up the infamous choking-smoking, wheezing-sneezing OCTOBER Sisters, based on a pressurized psychological noose that prison guards kept tightening around her neck. It went on for weeks, until one day without warning, Mother Hen Martha swung herself hard off a chair and the rest as they say, is history.

Often times I find myself in their rifle scope between their well-placed obscure procedures and boundaries of falsehoods. But where is truth on Devil’s Island? Is there such a movement as truth? Be it so done my friends, that there’s enough obscurity to be placed upon the entire prison population here on Devil’s Island, including the self-appointed and anointed prison guards.

Be it so said that some might try to decipher or decode what is written here. Let them. Beware however, of the felled obscurity that will boomerang back into their spineless bodies, thereby giving birth to the affliction commonly known as the great obscurity dereliction fruition that infects only those who set foot onto Devil’s Island!