[Indited whilst the irons were molten, I have sith metamorphically molted, somatically revolted of the the clinging velvet veneer and its ill-usage, now an unencumbered iconoclast engagé, poking pertinaciously (but Oh! to no end) at the pyroclast which stares unsteady stilettos in stoeps’ stead on the threshing threshold, but its bluff is but a Morgue in le Feign, a vicus’ reflection doing donuts ’round the globe ere hitting your eye flush against the billowing gale, least the wise that leastwise the fact bears no resemblance to the facsimile any longer, a phantasmic pseudexculpatory Pilatium, but the spot so spotted shan’t levant were all the soap of the Levant to be amassed and, one by one and two by two, sedulously scrubbed to the last corpuscle, even yet the skin is red-raw, even yet it is whittled through and through, even yet the sinew and the ligaments and the bone are each in turn rubbed out, so be there the slightest substratum subsistent, so be there truant a single varicose vein of mine, so even still shall the stigma corporeally manifest, and the aporia conjured in feeble frippery alike, the reprobates’ abhorrent apathy, “the true and lasting form of evil,” for all concerns and interest foreign to that domineering dominion of Aveillon, whence coco de mer bob up from their quiescent slumber on the countenance of the deep, defangled, tumescent with pneumothoractic tympany, infertile, eppur si muove! it emerges from the surface in all its Venerean lustre, whence consultation but that false and farcical claimant, that voyager for voyeurs, that poriomaniacal porneia, that dappled jade, that cravenly craves, afraid its soliloquy would strike it as a mite loquacious, to itch the titch-niche of vanity and venality.]

[The following was written proximate to the assassination, and is published posthumous to repute].

As all my dear readers are doubtless anguishingly, unbearably appreciative of, a titan of expatiation, a seraph of descantation, and latterly, a martyr for all that we distinguish as sacrosanct, has been anointed as such by an awesome and cruel and wondrous spittle of lead, dribbling from the lame maw of that uncouth and adventitious beast which the soul ensnared within so aspired to transmogrify unto; yet from this ignoble provenance, has it not baptized our Kirk-cum-kirk, wrought him into a paragon, a byword for the indefatigable moil to beneficent causes, etched him lapidarily in the firmament, whereby we all may gaze up and know how we ought to comport, and render the proliferation and prosperity of our blood and creed ineluctable. Though the ramifications and due actions may be currently manifest to the verge of vexation, we must envisage the far future, when the pain we have endured and still do, however presently indelible its force majeure, is at risk of being nigh on forgotten; we must brook against this with pertinacity. Pursuant thither, I have here enumerated a litany of prescriptions distilled from my incipient mind; in accordance with such a callow teat, the milk may not be choice, but like any bitch, I am earnest and sedulous in my creation, and I would implore the litter to graciously imbibe in the prepoundance, criticizing, emending and suggesting whilst cognizant any misapprehensions arise of an ingenuous errancy.

Being but a piteous lad, an iota of scat in disposition to my subject, I supposed I ought to consider precedents of encomia, so as to establish a base-line which I could adapt mutatis mutandis. I most readily called to mind Dr. MLK, Jr. We have a national holiday in his honor, a statue of his likeness in the capitol, and many more fawning sundries besides, numbering in street sides, murals, elegies, et cetera. Though I would never asperse the profound contributions of Dr. King, Jr. it must be said that his tribulations were on the behalf of a rather paltry faction, whereas dear Mr. Kirk contracted his brain to the wellbeing of the entire country (nay, the world! for though he was a decided propagator of Halicarnassian salutary jingoism, I rather think the rest of the globe shall grow to admire the preponderance of the States, or at the least an Anglophonic Confederation, wither we shall be the doyenne) till it was strewn across the scaffolding! Wherefore, desiring not to bestride the gap betwixt the votary and the sycophant, I elected to tabulate the appropriate measures for Kirk by a utilitarian ratio, which runs as follows: black persons constituted proximately eleven and one-tenth percent of the population at the time of Mr. King’s infelicitous demise, the reciprocal of which is 9.060606 ad infinitum; presupposing that the ramifications of the cause one has died for ought to correlate to the epitaphs we artifice, I aver that the tributes constructed in this country for Mr. Kirk ought to be factored from Mr. King’s by about nine and one-twentieth. Architects may divine the minutiae of this mathematical dictum, for I am entirely bereft of the requisite conversance, but I shall nonetheless adumbrate certain humble proposals, doing my darndest to adhere to said factor, which, if nothing else, may spur on the discourse related hereof.

1. In order to encapsulate the verisimilitude of Mr. Kirk to Mr. King, his person ought to be chiseled out of the reverse of Mr. King’s Monument, as it has providently been left blank; in conjunction with the striking image, it shall also save time and money, for the medium is already erect and in its proper place
2. A statue should  be edificed in every campus, or peradventure, an automaton, of limpid likeness, though certain bushkin ornamentation may behoove us, such as an austere Roman toga and laurels, or the indigent cloth of an Apostle. The posing ought to forcefully apprise the viewer of his rectitude; weeping stomata, or a stance redolent of the crucifixion will do nicely
3. To serve as a looming reminder of the condign fate to befall all such wicked malefactors, in every campus the nation abound, and, if it can be managed, abroad, in or hard by the center, preferably in a piazza, with panoramic sightlines, swinging, inasmuch as can be conveyed by trompe l’oeil, from a gibbet, made of a rude metal, e.g. pewter, crudely cut, a simulacrum of that ghastly mutt (for even the most gifted of sculptors would find the compassing of so licentious, so horrid, so very evil a character as nigh on impossible), rendered in a realist style, whither the rough pewter shall lend contrast, and thus emphasize his terrible lineaments as outwards ebullitions of his nigrum cor; he should be stark naked, castrated, I ween, micturating in continuance of his final act, tongue lolling, eyes helpless and pathetic, et cetera. The sculpture limned in the second note could be positioned over against.
4. During a week possessed of religious connotation, like Whitsun, a festival should subsume all other offices or obligations, wherein we gaze upon the recordings of the blessed colloquiums of Mr. Kirk, in which he was the sinecure, no, cynosure, deftly disarming all barbs thrown his way by the feckless and jejune sons and daughters of Ham, so felicitously handed down to us. Interregnums shall be arranged, but militated by the pre-arrangement of all one could desire in such a time, upon or quite near to one’s person. I recently traveled such a course, sans the intermissions, for this is best, in order to ascertain its efficacy for our purposes, and while my enamoration of Mr. Kirk, and all he has ever enunciated, forsooth did increase, yet I incurred two most irksome debilities, which bedevil me even now: a myopia in both eyes, which occludes the perimeter of my perception in a dun film, and a colic complaint which spasmodically flares in bilious bouts. The former I am fairly certain was instigated by the “blue light”, which I am told radiates in abundant quantities from television screens, as well as monitors of mobile devices. The latter, from my inability to deposit my excrement, as I foolishly did not reside by a toilet; micturating was achieved byway of a bottle, but I foreswore the besmirching of myself and the festival in question by relieving myself in such manner anywhere but upon a toilet. When essaying the process for a second time, hoping to obviate these concerns, I unfurled the “night shade” and reposed in the bathroom. However, I was forced to abort the Pilgrim’s Progress after but two days, for the myopia seemed to be only exacerbated, or at the most munificent, unaffected by the “shade”, and the tint it cast on everything was of such a nauseous quality that my prospective disgorgements were all the more pressing, causing me to run myself ragged constantly alternating ‘twixt leaning upon the floor against the porcelain, and surmounting it. These contretemps so grated against me I considered excluding the enjoinder entirely; but, I now have come to realize that such tribulations can only serve to strengthen our relationship by magnifying our reverence for Mr. Kirk’s ideology as a treasure which one must scrap and scrounge and flail to understand, and moreover, it shall serve to inure us against suffering endemic to this temporality. 

I have further reams of décolleté notes, but, scanning over how far I have already run, I have resolved to decollate my treatise into discrete chapters, which one may look to in the coming weeks, if they found the above to be of a worthy nature.