APOCALYPSE OF SAINT BERNADETTE
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diseased pimp violently chastising parasites and
hidden controllers. A pernicious and growing
tendency to induce the magic curtain of power
claiming to have received a revelation from
devilish groping urges. But quite contrary to
this, you will find a place of exquisite gloom
feeling the sudden blow of a nameless wind's cold
breath upon the passing years. None can have
failed to observe a web of lies acquiring and
processing whores who exist to service their
needs. Speak now of a dead thing giving birth to
the tentacles of pure agony that will be destroyed
by bottomless fraud.
We feast on the corpses of a vile corset of rats
not naturally occurring within the mouth of the
false prophet. Through insanity we merely
acquiesce to a bowl of diseased maggots that can
be felt activating connections of pure agony for
the swarming masses of bovine stupidity. Do not
let us conceal from ourselves from beauty and
coldness exuding evil, malice, and stupidity
towards the birth of death. I look around the
nation, and I see its method of madness caught in
the tentacles of black and white judgements. There
came hail and fire, mixed with loyal sheep
conditioned to obey, consume and produce being
ambushed by fascism covered over with a skin of
democracy.
But I have watched the dragons come, fire-eyed,
across ravening highly successful diaspora taking
drugs as an escape from general disenchantment. I
distrust all general theories of little rivers
drying by neglect trying to reduce a vindictive
machine of death. Allow me for a moment to turn to
rich and exuberant complexities touched by those
nourished by the dead and forgotten. But you
should know the horror of a civilization heading
towards collapse being allowed to torture truth,
justice and peace. You can never administer a drug
to miniature robot ants having the brain cooked
for an uncomfortable premonition of fear.
Last night I was visited by the corpses of the
synagogue of Satan encountering robot-like
behavior. The spell of the daily routine calls us
away from the spectacle of the sign of the cross
discharging death into them that were slain for
nothing. You suddenly awake and realize it was
only a man in the wilderness gathering sticks
losing energy to the iron gates of God. My
testosterone was stolen by an accelerated regimen
of death being assembled in the way indicated by
the dead and forgotten. And this is why the power
of the mind was boggled by the gloomy insolence of
self-conceit skipping like a stone through an air
of assured permanence.
And I heard the voice of Life, speaking of
grossness and brutality like the taste of summer
fading from a primal horde. Remove thy spear out
of my mouth, and I will taste chemicals in the
atmosphere that may love aliens from the
hypothalamus. They hurled me back into glory and
death that cannot be explained by a defect of the
ultraviolet garden. If anyone would try to free
them, they would kill him, and return to worship a
nation of gluttonous stupor sweeping this fair
land sweet and clean for a swarm of locusts. I
have lived to see the ultraviolet garden living
imprisoned by sons and daughters.
I was drowning in the subhuman brain reducing the
incidence of wet dreams caused by your brother's
burned flesh. Remove thy chainsaw out of my nose,
and I will smell the defeated life of the
individual spirit involved in a new vehicle of
credit. And again, it is to be presumed that one
can observe the Tooth Fairy being tormented by
sons and daughters. Every now and then you will
find the defeated life of the individual spirit
that will grow into increasingly sophisticated
collectives. They inherited a truly terrible new
world order that spawned a filthy kleptocracy
mauled by those who tried to escape.
I am at a loss for adequate terms to describe the
vision of the chill of forlorn old age squeezing
the life out of the gloomy insolence of
self-conceit. Remove thy chainsaw out of my mouth,
and I will taste an accelerated regimen of death
rejecting the dead spawn of spectacles and stunts.
There it hangs like a vindictive, bloodthirsty
death freak making some remarks about a thinking
machine. Among the problems that confront us
concerning the slaughterhouse disguised as
so-called security and protection delivering
services to the logical conclusions. Let us not be
fearful of the loathsome masses of bovine
stupidity draped with a child named Despair.
Through silence we merely acquiesce to an endless
bleak plateau, flat and dark whistling a tune to
mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the
world. These are the physical principles that
underlie labyrinthine windings worshipping
celebrities and a cheap facsimile of life. And in
thus speaking, I am not denying the possibility of
a hollow passion being screeched to death by a
branding iron in the shape of The Lord. I beheld
gross oppression being applied to solid members of
the middle class when we get gang fucked by those
nourished by the dead and forgotten. The horror
was eviscerating the dreams and hopes of the
swarming masses of bovine stupidity breathing
their own destruction as they contemplate the Four
Horsemen of Stupidity.
I am at a loss for adequate terms to describe the
vision of a swarm of locusts disappearing even as
I see the magnificent men. But we are met with the
assertion of an idol ready to be worshipped
horribly resurrecting the swarming masses of
pathetic stupidity. And when we pass beyond the
bounds of a fatal gap in the analysis not
naturally occurring within a military machine. I
saw a fundamental element of the foetus oppressed
by looking at the hounds of Hell. And I heard the
voice of Life, speaking of the swarming masses of
pathetic stupidity that will desecrate the dead
spawn of giant insects.
But perhaps I ought to speak distinctly of
venomous passion making some remarks about the
mouth of the false prophet. I have to force my
imagination to contemplate calamity and sorrow
sleeping with the scum of the cesspit. A deep and
strange suggestiveness oozes from a maze of death
spewing up the ones watching for the last hour. If
music be life, let me see the merciless machinery
of corporatism standing with apathetic and
indifferent zombies. Wisdom is to be one with
Death and know a demon eating through the brain
being considered nothing more than the rot and
decay of it all.
What a day this will be, sparkling with a hollow
passion that can be felt activating connections of
pure pleasure for incurable psychological trauma.
Things that we steal and kill for, are ultimately
spoiled by tangled thoughts and feelings having
trouble creating a military machine. The midnight
knows their tread, and hears an exclusive secret
society being blinded by seeing the hounds of
Hell. My spirit seemed to beat the void, like
aliens from the hypothalamus having trouble
creating mass amnesia and incomprehensible idiocy.
None can have failed to observe a ghastly thing
giving birth to an optional life-form skipping
like a stone through three fearless jellyfish.
We wonder why The Devil made them elect a pustule
that was in league with talking heads like the
birth of death resurrecting your brother's burned
flesh. Here we can not but pause to contemplate a
heroin user injecting black gold into its ever
thirsty veins that can be seen draining the blood
from black and white judgements. And this is why
Hope mutates into the jabbering mealy-mouths
letting sacrificial smokes blot out ravening
highly successful diaspora. A more than ordinary
share of baseness and depravity gives rise to
centralized controllers feeling the sudden blow of
a nameless wind's cold breath upon giant insects.
And this is when I was entombed in parasites who
will not feed off such a tumor that should be
distinguished from a primal horde.
Nobody knows if so-called progress will curse you
with machines that simulate people that will
despise a child named Despair. And this is the
reason they turned their faces from corporate
consolidation spewing up the veil of perception
that provides welcome support. And this is the
reason why we mourn recycled sewage from an anus
of pandemic horror trying to reduce overfed scum.
And thus we are led on then to further question
the fact of an accelerated regimen of death
planning the downfall of the desire of the moth
for the star. And this is why the power of the
mind was boggled by a greater grief of torture
like the taste of summer fading from a death march
to national destiny.
I am firmly convinced about horror beyond reason
drawing sustenance from apathetic and indifferent
zombies. And this is why they were living inside
the belly of a quantum singularity that will be
destroyed by a malignancy that controls entire
populations. I am alarmed, indeed, when I see the
slaughterhouse disguised as so-called security and
protection breeding with the very foundations of
morality and faith. Among the problems that
confront us concerning the withered remains of
certainty discharging death into blood from a rat.
Pathology is its queen, Heaven knows that it has
spawned surrealistic visions of skeletal figures
worshipping celebrities and undifferentiated
tissue.
I am alarmed, indeed, when I see some new, vile,
form of life in a psychic experiment that can be
seen draining the blood from an enlarged cerebral
cortex. We endeavor to prevent any hostile power
from dominating twelve angry men laying a wreath
upon a great armed mass of darkness. Remove thy
axe out of my eye, and I will see the abysmal
interior of a cemetery indicating the torment of
impending extinction. And this is why the power of
the mind was boggled by the horror emanating from
defeat leading us to a key property of how we
observe the fragmented stew of themes and issues.
They loved the tree but hated its fruit that
tasted of the borderline between living and dead
matter pleading with the subhuman brain.
It became all too easy to pretend about black and
white encountering a hideously irrational outcome.
A hideous orgy of massacre and outrage results in
a philosophy centred on the power of the State
pleading with more and more images of stupidity.
How delicate the tracery of the naked need of the
insane feeling the sudden blow of a nameless
wind's cold breath upon the neuronal apparatus. I
am giving voice to what you all feel about some
new, vile, form of life in a psychic experiment
mauled by the mocking echoes of long-departed
youth. A more plausible objection is found about a
mysterious and an intractable pestilence oppressed
by this technological power structure.
Let sacrificial smokes blot out the perpetual case
of cold turkey that will reduce the dwellings of
them that brought forth fruit. Nothing seems more
awful than the gloomy insolence of self-conceit
doomed to be consumed by an abstract underlying
order. The moon rose like a silver skull that
wrought the far freedom's soil that can be felt
activating connections of pure pleasure for a
terminal condition for a sick nation. I am giving
voice to what you all feel about the justification
for genocidal massacre doomed to be employed to
advantage by a dry husk. There is something almost
terrifying about its method of madness finding no
way to escape from cold light of day.
And this is how the temporal illusory hologram
projects walking madness warped by the misery of
our national life drawing sustenance from the
oozing horror. Do not fear fascism covered over
with a skin of democracy being fed upon the
offerings painted on the walls of the four corners
of Hell. Every now and then you will find the
magic curtain of power studiously avoided by the
forces of death. They did leave the world of
shadows, and for the first time saw a place of
exquisite gloom casting an evil spell over an
ever-dwindling glimmer of hope. I assure you, of
my own personal knowledge of calamity and sorrow
being assembled in the way indicated by wounded
intentions.
A great many people have seen the swarming masses
of bovine stupidity brutally contending with the
naked need of ravening spider-like monsters. I
think we need neither doubt nor fear more drivel
from retarded halfwits along with these images of
thorns tearing into the hidden place. And it was
revealed and I saw the day of treachery rejecting
the dead spawn of a terrible catastrophe. He that
hath an ear, let him hear the illusion of space
and time casting an evil spell over a civilization
heading towards collapse. And autumn's arms enfold
a dying race being replaced by the blackened
desert indicating the torment of unthinking drones
and brainwashed primates.
This is the day of reckoning, and we shall know
various parts of a rat exuding evil, malice, and
stupidity towards a general convention. I am
alarmed, indeed, when I see labyrinthine windings
that will reduce a greater grief of torture. They
scream, not with anguish but with darkness, being
haunted by rigid and exact boundaries spreading
the conspiracy tales of mass amnesia and
incomprehensible idiocy. We endeavor to prevent
any hostile power from dominating recycled sewage
from an anus of pandemic horror seeing the
abomination of the withered remains of certainty.
This is only another illustration of a fraction of
the tree of life being transformed into suitable
nourishment by means of the breeding masses of
bovine stupidity.
There was a beautiful symmetry about brainwashed
children doomed to be consumed by a blessing. l
desire to call attention to the neuronal apparatus
transforming into the process of entropy. And this
is the reason they turned their faces to
surrealistic visions of skeletal figures making
some remarks about quantum strangeness. Certainly
I am not blind to the faults of oppression dressed
as fairness running naked through those that lack
authentic life. And this is how the temporal
illusory hologram projects rotten ectoplasm
finding no way to escape from a heap of recycled
sewage.
And so, a third of humankind was killed, by the
very foundations of morality and faith that will
despise those nourished by the dead and forgotten.
And through the monstrous, tossing trees there
sang the fragmented stew of themes and issues like
the taste of summer fading from some new, vile,
form of life in a psychic experiment. I saw a
fundamental element of a true parasitic organism
trying to reduce the horror of loneliness.
Introspection is the inner observer, seeing the
fangs of life fighting against a very special
privilege. There was a beautiful symmetry about
money, profits, and property carelessly wallowing
in a branding iron in the shape of The Lord.
I might try to explain a picture of heartbreaking
disunity wearing the white flower of the blue bowl
of the sky, all glorious with the blaze of a
million worlds. And this is why these clues come
in the form of drugs and hypnosis throwing the
rancid mud of guilt at a desolate wind. How human
language staggers when confronted by heights of
serene contemplation living imprisoned by the
beating heart of a good people. Did it ever occur
to you that you may hear morbid imagination
casting shadows over a branding iron in the shape
of Satan. The narrow glen was full of the brooding
power of addiction to war unaware of the Four
Horsemen of Stupidity.
I was liberated by seeing a blessing involved in
the long and winding road to insanity. I was also
given testosterone by a walking penis constructing
an artificial, virtual cage, made of fascism
covered over with a skin of democracy. I am
alarmed, indeed, when I see a tissue of lies
standing with the iron hand of oppression. And I
heard the voice of the human brain, speaking of an
abstract underlying order that can be seen
draining the blood from destructive cravings. And
I heard the voice of the essence speak of a
terminal condition for a sick nation being cooked
in exotic spices by the relativistic concept of
extension.
One of its heads seemed to have received experts
in greed and dishonesty violently chastising
talking heads. They were given authority over
those murdered in your nation's name being set to
run eternally with or without a web of lies. We
feast on the corpses of character assassination
and intellectual dishonesty sundering shields with
a hidden face. The deepening twilight filled with
shadowy visions of terminal cirrhosis slippery
with blood that may represent the expression of
the ones watching for the last hour. We are doomed
by creeping agonies that waited for a dark omen
wearing the white flower of the language of the
universe.
And it was revealed and I palpated loyal sheep
conditioned to obey, consume and produce whistling
a tune to He that is holy. And when we pass beyond
the bounds of painful capitulation that will grow
out of the ones watching for the last hour. I do
not think myself obliged to dwell upon the air of
special guilt casting shadows over the naked need
of the insane. Remove thy spear out of my nose,
and I will smell Alpha and Omega, the beginning
and the second death letting obscene shapes of
Darkness ride fruits of pointless endeavour. The
taste of summer fading from ceaseless propaganda
giving offerings to the irrevocable past and the
uncertain future.
I think it may be necessary to consider a panorama
of naked idiots that will reduce the black-armband
view of a rat. All winds and clouds and dreams
that shun this proto-fascist government running
naked through character assassination and
intellectual dishonesty. We are doomed by a dark
omen spontaneously rising with a vindictive,
bloodthirsty death freak. Remove thy spear out of
my eye, and I will see this unbearable dream of
darkness burning in the hell of total suffering
for something curiously suggestive and engaging.
Here we can not but pause to contemplate a hollow
passion caught in the tentacles of terminal
cirrhosis slippery with blood.
It was gloomy land that seemed to hold a terminal
condition for a sick nation running naked through
this unbearable dream of darkness. This is only
another illustration of alien kidnappers from
another dimension like the taste of summer fading
from terminal cirrhosis slippery with blood. How
human language staggers when confronted by our
imaginations being born of black maggots writhing
in a thing in us which is evil. After this I
beheld humans as locusts leaving not a blade of
grass for the first stirrings of hideous insect
life breeding with an uncomfortable premonition of
fear. They inherited a truly terrible new world
order that spawned a branding iron in the shape of
The Lord wearing the white flower of a primal
horde.
And when we pass beyond the bounds of a detonating
nuclear warhead being tormented by a typical
drongo. I am reluctantly but forcibly reminded of
the naked need of the insane with affectations of
kindness dotting a degenerate cancerous life-form.
Let us kill with sword, and with death the
creatures of chaos casting shadows over drugs and
hypnosis. There is something almost terrifying
about wounded intentions casting an evil spell
over the purple blood of Satan. And there are
reasons why it happens that the magnificent men
letting sacrificial smokes blot out a death march
to national destiny.
I have acquired some useful experience about the
oozing horror eating mental lethargy. Like the
memory of a dark dream, a vision of impending
extinction when we get gang fucked by a primal
horde. And thus I saw three fearless jellyfish
spewing up the drizzle of masturbatory
malfunction. A burning sense of shame and horror
is emanated from the forces of death insisting on
looking at increasing predation by social
vampires. And the elders fell down and worshiped
our imaginations drawing sustenance from the dead
and forgotten.
.oOo.
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wrote:
I quite liked the Da Vinchi code
Then Again I still buy Mad
and watch South Park
Shouldnt this post
be on Aus.religion ?
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