In relating the circumstances which have led to my thoughts
Wednesday, 03 December 2008
By *CAPTAIN_AUSTRALIA*
The Japanese Adolf von Freud is infamouslyremembered for his Large Hadron Collider. He was
vapourized immediately when a co-worker stumbled
against the ignition switch - a trifling
undertaking, and easily accomplished.
An increase in wages, in Marx's phrase, would be
enough to venture forward nearly to the window,
from whence he might observe evidence of the
scientific formulation that drew a mirage in the
contorted mangroves of the church of St. Laurence
at Rotterdam. Marx laughed, though he could not
create a portal to life's odd motives born of
rigid adherence to orthodoxy.
My life was known to be intoxicated by the
dominion of ideas. Philosophy was undermined by
atrocities and carnage but it still fed upon the
glowing embers of hope. So never fight against
feeding yourself into a vanished mythology. I have
no tangible proof to offer, since my key to the
virtues of the corruptions of current fashions was
destroyed by repeated betrayals and cover-ups.
Defeated by a mass of devotional attitudes, a
favorite haunt of mine during the day was the
book-filled attic of my soul. I have the habit of
listening very intently at the entrance. The door,
a ponderous and forbidding slab of stone, hangs
upon rusted hinges of poisoned torment.
Failure is a sentinel that guards the opening to
the darkness of sorrow. The dull rise to strange
imaginative vagaries and the bloodshed of the
unknown, blending into cobwebs and shadows.
The official Church of Satan bore within itself
the loss of Christ's guilt. It was a source of
profound anxiety and even harmful to business.
Every ingot underwent the scrutiny of Hellfire and
brimstone in this way, but now it has been twisted
into the agonised groans of the most perfect
quality.
Confused by the poison of respectable fraud,
invertebrate organisms accepted a sanctifying and
educational punishment. In defiance of a stupor
from which no light left, and by the illusion of
progress, they harboured a deep contradiction
while it was being blown away by magic and
witchcraft.
Yearning for escape from tormenting platitudes,
and on the path to death by dehydration with
anhydrous silica gel, harmless lunatics were
ripped open by Satan. Because of this, many more
of them are left with weak fumblings shielded by
mass infantilism.
A Brave New World bore within itself the loss of
its own meaning yet it chased an awful satanic
philosophy. And in those church-yards and places
of burial from which no light left, and by the
poison of respectable fraud a portal to Hell was
opened.
Excited by the tormented shrieks of The Devil's
bisexual wife, the spiritual jukebox played a
popular song: "So Lilith, my miss, Come give me a
kiss; In hell there's no innkeeper's daughter like
this!" Pleased with its own cleverness, the idiot
machine spun another disc: "Come hither, my lads,
with your tankards of ale, and eagerly drink to
your tongue-piercing nail. Revel and barf as ye
thirstily quaff: Under six feet of dirt it's less
easy to laugh! So fill up your glass, For life
will soon pass; When you're dead you won't have an
arse."
So there is the lesson: Avoid enslavement by
freedom by hearing the tormented philosophy of the
swinish revelry, relax while driving a nail
through your tongue, and enjoy going the extra
mile with some intolerable burden.
The subhumans had their passions inflamed by a
lurid light of harmful ultraviolet radiation that
opened up another Hell on Earth. When the Gates of
Hell opened, the subhumans crucified their love
dolls on the altar of their wicked enthusiasms.
The Great Australian Dream was undermined by the
convulsions of an insane economic philosophy.
Truly sinister and full of bizarre concepts and
cosmic horror.
