I hope this will respond to the comments that all of you have been kind enough to contribute.
To free ourselves we must be ready to burn all that we have worshipped and worship all that we burned
What I propose is a rite that will bring down the druidic mediacracy that now holds us in thraldom. The supplice of the Superstar. Men, under the age of twenty five and knowing how to sing and play the guitar or dance who having come to LosAngeles from the heartland to be discovered ended up selling sex on Sunset blvd (they must provide video taped evidence of this activity) will be given their chance at fame.
On the stage of Hollywood Bowl transformed into an immense sacrificial altar they will sodomise a large pig transfering their soul into its body (a transmigration made possible by a santeria priest) the pig will then sodomise them and transfer its soul into their body. The man will begin to squeal like a pig and the pig will begin to sing like a man. While the man crawls about grunting the pig screaming with a human voice will hung up by its feet and its throat cut then butchered, bar-b-qued (yes the jalapeno sauce) and fed to the initiates. While they feed upon what was once his body the soul of the pig now inhabiting the body of the superstar will go amongst them squealing and grunting and images of the superstar in his presacrificial state singing and dancing will be projected upon a giant screen. This faith will eventually embrace all stars and all those that would be stars and all that might be their fan(atic)s.
To free ourselves we must be ready to burn all that we have worshipped and worship all that we burned
What I propose is a rite that will bring down the druidic mediacracy that now holds us in thraldom. The supplice of the Superstar. Men, under the age of twenty five and knowing how to sing and play the guitar or dance who having come to LosAngeles from the heartland to be discovered ended up selling sex on Sunset blvd (they must provide video taped evidence of this activity) will be given their chance at fame.
On the stage of Hollywood Bowl transformed into an immense sacrificial altar they will sodomise a large pig transfering their soul into its body (a transmigration made possible by a santeria priest) the pig will then sodomise them and transfer its soul into their body. The man will begin to squeal like a pig and the pig will begin to sing like a man. While the man crawls about grunting the pig screaming with a human voice will hung up by its feet and its throat cut then butchered, bar-b-qued (yes the jalapeno sauce) and fed to the initiates. While they feed upon what was once his body the soul of the pig now inhabiting the body of the superstar will go amongst them squealing and grunting and images of the superstar in his presacrificial state singing and dancing will be projected upon a giant screen. This faith will eventually embrace all stars and all those that would be stars and all that might be their fan(atic)s.
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Re: the sect of the superstar
Tue, January 17, 2006 - 12:11 PMI believe... the only good belief is a dead belief. So I'm a trecherous devil. I kill all those I love... all those I've created. Even myself. And all my selves know that one day their day will come when my wicked blade turns upon them and their blood shall become my tears as I lament the monster I am. And pigs love bacon. It's true. Oink. By the way, please listen to Bel Canto: Shimmering Warm And Bright. Excellent album. -
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Re: the sect of the superstar
Tue, January 17, 2006 - 12:55 PMThe devilish grins of celebrities already signal the sacrifice of their souls to the fall of Babylon invaded by demons. The pact has already been signed, sealed and delivered to reserve their corner tables at the worst restaurants in Hell where all the tormented idiots convene to eat the menus, instead of the meals, for all eternity.
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Tue, January 17, 2006 - 12:50 PMthose celebritys that leer demonicaly at us as we buy our food at the supermarket will be called upon to sacrifice some part of themselves to satiate the dark forces that they have aroused. A part that goes good with jalapeno sauce. All to the tune of Wagner's Tristam and Isolde. -
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Wed, January 18, 2006 - 3:13 AMwe could have some star recipes but I think they'll all have to be very spicy and well grilled. What about steroid treated human flesh? Some kinda goulash? Lots of paprika boiled for several hours to soften it up. Celebrity chitlins? Don't think that will interest anybody. -
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Wed, January 18, 2006 - 10:12 AMi draw the line at cannibalism. besides you are what you eat. -
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Wed, January 18, 2006 - 9:06 PMIm a Reeses peanut butter cup? Damn!
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Wed, January 18, 2006 - 10:16 AMCelebrity chitlins... it'd come with it's own ketchup, right? Well, anyway, I'd prefer barbeque.
Speaking of stars, I recently viewed a documentary called 'Immortals Of Hip Hop'. They all seemed to admit it's all mostly fakery. The expensive vehicles, the bling, it's all rented for the videos and photo shoots. Only their personal vehicles would they be caught with in public --never any real jewelry or they'd risk being mugged. The real artists don't sign contracts, they do what they do because they love doing it and the moment they sign they have to do what they don't like to make the cash. It's kinda sad, but apparently there are some good points to it all. Good points that could be filled in by non-profit organizations who'll put in the effort to produce quality publications of their work without turning it all into pre-formatted pabulum. -
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Wed, January 18, 2006 - 1:01 PMI was thinking chitlins because people usually got a yard or so of intestine that they can do without and maybe I could talk to some of them or maybe write some letters to their agent convince them to donate for the cause of a better tomorrow. It'd be hard to get the thetan entities out of some of them. Yeah, it's all a hoax. I remember seeing Bill Clinton jogging along the banks of the Seine, the man just looked fat sweaty and pathetic, ran right past me while I was waiting for a bus the street was empty otherwise if I'd of been a crazy person it would have really been an opportunity lucky for him I was still half sane at the time. Other countries people think just about everything is a lie least they say they do in the USA if you talk like that you're a whining loser. Oh but they do seem to think that if they ever got to go to the USA they'd be millionaires real quick cause they saw it on television. -
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Re: the sect of the superstar
Wed, January 18, 2006 - 8:26 PMWhen my wife was in technical school she related to me a Russian student who was convinced everyone in the US had a telephone and was surprised we didn't.
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