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Showing posts with label B-400 (Apocalypse Dream). Show all posts
Showing posts with label B-400 (Apocalypse Dream). Show all posts

Sunday, April 17, 2016

B-001 (My First Encounter)


My first encounter with Satan was silent wind; the devil was militarily prepared for war. The devil whispered unspeakable hardships, struck with horror and acid-bath murder. The plague was exceedingly great. I am buried alive, very dark. The devil said to the wind, “Every island will vanish like grotesque and perverted and guilt-ridden blood. That was a dream, a disfigured dream, a horrible secret. Froglike demons torture me.


Tuesday, April 5, 2016

B-471 (The Scientist and the Lizard)


The scientist and the Lizard in a constant occult duel, a little blood-letting, flesh and bone, blood loss. He had sharp claws and dagger-like teeth. You know this story well. We are destroyed in the end. We’re strangled to death – in a total blackout of arson, theft, rape, and savage murder. 


Thursday, March 31, 2016

B-467 (A Storm Was Coming)


He knew that storm was coming, like some evil joke. He died in agony with a breathing demon – Lucifer, Mastema, Beelzebub, Belial, the Prince of Darkness, the Lord of fLies, the Prince of alchemy, necromancy, and astrology. Suddenly, out of the night sky, the Evil One, and universal silence before the storm. 


Monday, March 28, 2016

B-472 (Catastrophe on Earth)

The Invisible Machete came to see me when I was being attacked by the daughters of the Tartars and the Mongols. I was in Los Angeles then. I saw hawks in the sky and visions in the night. The Machete told me that I was going to die, alone in Rome. But I wasn't ready. And he was wrong.



Sunday, March 27, 2016

B-464 (A Mad Scientist)


- a mad scientist and his pathetic creation, a sympathetic ape-man- as a noted surgeon he has reached the borderland of the Egyptian plagues, the plague of boils, the mark of the beast. [He has reached] Insanity through his experiments to prove an unbearable stench by implementing in him[self] live monkey glands. He can turn a man back into a –spider- spinning its web for the unwary –fly. He has already wrecked the minds and bodies of several victims, their decaying bodies discharging potential disease.


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