ROBERT MORRISS: CANNIBAL SLAYER

Dunhill Nightcap tobacco?
Before spending 35 cents a pack for smokes....Masterpiece pipe tobacco was about a nickel. Rolling papers were cheap, unless you wanted the strawberry ones with a wire in one side.
 

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Rebel - KGC said:
... I was a COOL Dude... "The BABES" loved me...
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Miller continued his tale," We were called the BARBER POLES and were the hottest heavy metal barber shop quartet on the Catskills borsch belt circuit. We did barbershop harmonies of Megadeath, Metallica, and such, but the babes really went wild for the Crue's "Dr Feelgood", I tell you.
We were big, but all that changed for me when we were booked a BURNING MAN.
After our show, I rambled down vendors alley.
I stopped at one that caught my fancy- "GENUINE AUTHENTIC REPRODUCTIONS OF TREASURE MAPS AND STORIES".
That was then I first learned of the Beale story.
As I looked over the genuine authentic pirate treasure map reproductions, the vendor spoke," Have you heard of the Beale treasure"?
"No", I replied, I should have walked away then, but no, instead I said,"Tell me"."
 

Sitting at a shaded picnic table sipping welcome center vending machine coffee, Miller continued with his story.
"So, you lived the high life, Miller, before you got involved with the Beale story. How did that happen"?
"After listening to the genuine authentic dealers story, I purchased a genuine authentic reproduction of the original BEALE PAPERS pamphlet printed on a limited edition parchment paper which included a scalloped top copy of the DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE which, according to the dealer, was exactly like the copy used by Thomas J Beale to create the ciphers. Paying $100.00, he included a copy of THE HART PAPERS and what he claimed was a slow seller, but explained that the Beale treasure. the Lost Dutchman, Oak Island, KGC, and several other treasures of legend were connected to the Knights Templer, called THE SIMPSON PAPERS.
For an additional $50.00 he offered to include the official authentic set of Peralta stones, but I passed on the offer.
The more I got involved with deciphering the Beale codes, the more I neglected my business, not showing up for the quartet gigs, and then they replaced me. It didn't matter, I knew I could break the codes, find the treasure, and maybe even get a job with the NSA.
All to no avail. I depleted all my savings and had to take up birthday party clowning to make ends meet.
So here I am.
We should work together , pool our resources and finally solve the codes and recover the treasure.
What do you say"?
 

releventchair said:
... Rolling papers were cheap, unless you wanted the strawberry ones with a wire in one side.
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As he listened to the Miller's tale, he watched 16 Vestal virgins heading for the coast as he pulled from his pocket a well worn blue pouch of Bugler tobacco. It was his own special mixture, tobacco with ground bezoar stone which enhanced the flavor and most important, kept him free from getting sick.
He was out of his favorite strawberry papers, and had to roll in ZigZag wheat straw, licking the gummed edge, he lit up and considered the clowns offer, as smoke rings floated above the picnic table.
And although his eyes were open, they might as well been closed.
 

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releventchair said:
Naah.
Pretty common characteristics among Beale cipher solvers without a proven solve.
Maybe more will show up ...
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This clown was a tad too weird for him and he already had a partial partnership with the man who solved the Beale codes.
He had to dump the clown, but how?
Then he told Miller the clown about the "Thomas J Beale" in the Richmond hospital, but elaborated the version, telling him this "Beale" had recovered a treasure clue on 4th street in Jackson Ward district of Richmond, but feel ill before he could act on it.
"Yes, the clue is still there, and the residents of Jackson Ward just love clowns".
He rose to revisit the vending machines, leaving the clown at the picnic table.
Upon his return, no clown, and looking at the parking lot, No Gremlin.
Clown time was over.
 

releventchair said:
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" These spiders have the eyes of men though"...
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The wife signaled her husband and the landowner, pointing with her left hand at the glass eye.
It had stopped blinking, but began to produce a low hum.
A rustling the brush drew their attention.
Thousands of red knee tarantulas were emerging from the brush.
The glass eye was calling the spiders.
 

Speeding up that hill was an AMC Gremlin with a clown behind the wheel, tires crushing the advancing spiders.
Brakes screaming as his spun the Gremlin in a 180 turn, throwing the doors open. he yelled to the three," Grab that eye and get in the car"!
 

Rebel - KGC said:
... The Raven & 3 Crows nodded their heads ENTHUSIASTICALLY...
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With a one hand toss, the clown threw a lead lined box to the woman in the Gremlin's back seat who had picked up the glass eye.
"Quick, put that eye in the box"!
She complied without question, while the men looked out the window and observed the red leg tarantulas in mass retreat into the brush.
"Who are you, and what is this eye"?
"All will be known at the proper time", was the clown's reply.
The raven and the three crows dinned on the smashed spiders, a much appreciated bounty from one they knew was no clown.
Clown time was over was also known by the ravens and the crows.
 

Rebel - KGC said:
'Tis the ALL SEEING EYE! Found in Masonic Lodges, Illuminati Temples, Jewish Temples... the DOLLAR BILL!
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"What is that eye", demanded the landowner who was riding the Gremlin's shotgun.
"It is everything and nothing, cosmic and earthbound, the alpha and omega, timeless and time bending energy since the time of the Ancient Ones".
Not understanding, the three exclaimed, "WHAT"?
"In other words, this ain't no Mud Club, No CBGB's, this ain't no foolin' around. WE ain't got time for that now".
 

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" Umm, your heater is a radio?" She said rather than asked.
" What does that say" asked the clown.
" Weather eye."
" No ,it says we at th e.r..eye."
" Huh?".
" We are at the East Richmond Eye."
" Who is we?"
" We , is them. Them that know this eye we have."
 

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NO "bath time", EITHER... musky scent is in the AMC Gremlin; the Clown "rifled" the glove box for MUSK cologne; applying it, the woman swooned...
 

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Rebel - KGC said:
... the Clown "rifled" the glove box ...
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Pulling a homing beacon from the glove box, the clown activated the device, marking their location for the listeners to follow.
On the other side of the Peaks of Otter an unmarked black helicopter rose from a base not noted on any maps.
A five man balaclava masked dressed in black recovery team was on board.
Their orders were to retrieve the agent and the glass eye artifact.
Indeed, clown time was over.
 

Indeed, the Clown DID have a GLASS EYE... can you say "Columbo"...? Was the Clown's name... Peter, (aka PETE)...?
 

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