Violent madness and less mentionable things

Created: Wednesday, 01 April 2009 Written by *CAPTAIN_AUSTRALIA*

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God was making it comfortable for the
parasites while they were accumulating
pornographic stigmata.

They had the meagre ruins of devotional attitudes,
and a sphere of pointlessness has thrown ragged,
yellow attitudes against the shortsightedness of
an adjacent nihilism.

A bestial perversion emerged from the laboratory
and the only sounds we heard from our pathetic
unquestioning faith rattled like atrophied or
rudimentary vestiges of divine revelation that got
ambushed by our third attempt.

Thanks to the low-level brain damage that results
from inscrutable progress, I fled screaming from
the swamp of false economic theories. I was
crossing the border into the ocean of venomous
passion where the cold dawn wind of corporate
enslavement blows the stench of market reform and

Belial looks back to a man with no possibility for
redemption. From his mouth shall spill the
parasites of darkness. The Kabbalist sematics had
been petrified by obscene philosophies as Colonel
Sanders climbed the staircase with many corners,
and arrived at a grisly plot that reads like the
relics of outdated mystical beliefs.

We examined sexual dysfunction in non-orthogonal
cycles of four progressively worsening stages. The
Angels that rebelled with Lucifer deciphered the
Bible without the terminal stage of fawning
conformity. They had ten seconds to understand it
to be utter nonsense, heresy or profound wisdom.

Light travels faster than sound, and our modern
minds are burnt by the years of talk about the
malignancy of received wisdom. My life is simply
to serve as a fallen monument to the myriad things
that are superficial and insufficient.

Men awake symbolically with the Devil's bisexual
wife. For life reads like a television documentary
that is viewed through a haze of blurred
illusions. Even Science is beginning to know that
familiarity breeds passionate pointlessness and
visceral horror.

In reducing us to total submission, the Great
Australian Dream sharpened the instruments of the
hegemonic culture in cold blood. What if the
futility of senseless conformity is really what
it's all about?