I'm a bacteriological weapon, I'm armed and loaded! I'm a fission reactor, I fart plutonium, power plants are fueled by the sweat from my brow; when they plug me in, the lights go out in Hong Kong! I weigh 666 pounds
I cannot be tracked on radar! I wear nothing uniform, I wear no god damn uniform! Yes baby, I'm 23 feet tall and have 13 rows o' teats; I was suckled by a triceratops, I gave the Anti-Virgin a high-protien tonsil wash
I drank the Devil under seven tables, I am too intense to die, I'm insured for acts o' God and Satan! I was shanghaied by bodiless fiends and alien jews from a corporate galaxy, and got away with their hubcaps!
Homo Correctus, I am the god damn Man of the Future! I'll drive a mile so as not to walk a foot; I am a human being of the first god damn water! Yes, I'm the javalina humping junkie that jumped the Men from Mars!
never in my days have I spoken other than! For my every utterance is a lie, including this very one you hear! I say, `Fuck'em if they can't take a joke!' By God, `Anything for a laugh', I say. I am the last remaining
of God and man bear witness! Even in the belly of the Thunderbird I've been casting out the False Prohets; I'm busting a gut and blowing my O-ring, and ripe to throw a loaf! For I speak only the fucking Truth, and
SHUT UP OR STAND UP!
A fragment. Transcribed from a cassette tape recording made at a seance in 1973.
"I PICK THE GOD DAMN terror of the fucking gods out of my nose! Pardon my language. But YEEEEEHAW, let the sons
our hour of need. And abunt strength lend to our powers of reason.
hostile impious counsels, arrogant and base. And give us beneficent aid in
mystics under Your protection. Far avert from us, Oh Nemesis, dire and
and rule. Come, Holy Goddess, and listen to my prayer, and take these
reason, is judged by You. Divine Equity, Yours is the power to see and hear
in every mind, and the soul ruled by lawless lust, unwilling to obey
groan beneath the weight of Your righteous chains. You know the thoughts
transforming, working without rest. Every mortal knows Your influence, men
mortals. Wise counselor, who changes the course of the human heart, forever
of mortals. Eternal and much revered, who alone judges the deeds of
Nemesis I call, Almighty Queen whose piercing sight sees all the deeds
To do my pleasure on the earth
Among the legions of the living.
I entered in with woe; with mirth
I now go forth, and with thanksgiving,
There is no grace: there is no guilt:
This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!
