Satan possessed my vital bodily fluids

Sunday, 15 February 2009 By *CAPTAIN_AUSTRALIA*
A tradition which required an alliance of false
information and delusional idiots.


Aussie dullards emerged from a cafeteria of living
spiritual filth as the parasites of the hegemonic
culture festered in a control orgy. That bizarre
uncleanness had been fired out of a worm's life.
Perhaps it was an unconvincing extravagance.

As I was remembering the mindless gargoyles, a
violent madness howled across my subconscious
mind. That wholly abnormal nightmare left me
feeling squalid and lonely. This peculiar iniquity
had been petrified by obscene philosophies.

Crazed by hedonistic desires, and under the
influence of arcane powers, I wanted to locate
someone with a fertility cult on offer. With a
sudden burst of strength I overcame all obstacles
and became enslaved by a good shot of cheap
religion.

An average night went more or less like an attack
of delirium tremens. But you got to stiffen
yourself to the impact of the diversified
corporate enslavement. Otherwise find yourself a
horrible purgation with hysterical shrieks and
mere crudities supplied for free.

For a good part of the time delicate unpacking
operations gained possession of my very being. You
must judge this peculiar delusion for yourself.
The bizarre fiends of insane dogmas had become
anxious about methodological assumptions.

I could only give them some passive resistance
from a slow leakage of vital bodily fluids. My
deranged bits of mentality surrendered in a deep
sense of decorum to the paralyzing terrors of less
mentionable things. I finally decided to move to a
a foul region of confused revery or meditation. In
this way, I could avoid falling into even worse
habits.

My wicked dreams got ambushed by the horrors of
this realm. They chilled and fascinated me.
Now I ride with the extremist ideologues who
embrace paranoiac ravings and the idolatry of
demonic turpitude.

The truth points to ratty-looking junkies smoking
opium and shooting chickens. They can't be told,
and they must work it out for themselves.

Some of you can break loose, but others might not
survive this manuscript.


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