The sounds that comes out of me now! How I adore the suffering! This flesh is so weak unless if is tortured! Let all be tortured. The bleeting as i marched down the street past the churches singing Chamundayaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii: Kali-Má-á-á-á-á-á-á-á!! Kaaaliiii-Má! Kaaaali-Má! Kaaaaliiiii-MáI and it became the ecstatic-final bleetings of a black goat having its head severed in service of The Mother. And I saw a whole chorus of severed black goat heads replying in kind. And there was blood and heads and songs to the Great and Only Goddess and my voice took on monsterous alterations such that i could not imaging. And knew that I was singing kill-words....and this is the peace of the Goddess. Let the sands be soaked in the blood of the slain. People come here to die. Let it be so. But not in peace. There is much to avenge in these retirement packages. Let the slaughter begin! Let them hear the ecstatic bleating of severed goat heads as they try to sleep and I march down the sidewalk crooning to my first image of Mother. Let horror descend upon FLorida! She, the Ocean of Blood reigns Eternal! Hell for All!
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 03:32:08 +0000
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