by M. Christian (12/27/00)
"The Sacred Mary Marilyn in a moment of extreme worship, did offer
herself to the Temple of Screaming Metal, and there, did she lay
herself up for all to Come and all to See, and there did she come,
and again. And LO! did she come. And afterward much was said of
her kind of offering, and much smoke was smoked, and clean towelettes
were used."
--The Spiritual Mechanics of the Blown Virgin
"And in the Suburban Paradise did Connie, of the damp panties and
breathy voice, put pearlescent lips to the stem of Bob's holy bugle,
his rod of power, his pipe and essence, and unto her enthusiasm did
he utter to her, 'Suck, blow is just an expression.'"
--God's Graffiti
"Upon the wheels, upon the roads, did the mighty one roar his pent-up, hi-octane, hormonal seizures, and there, unto the meeting of
the 605 and the 5, where the freeways meet in Van Nuys, did his great
throbbing might meet with the immovable wetness -- the inexhaustible
fluidity of the 10-40 ultraweight Lady of the Black Lake. There,
on that cross-roads we all must bear for their sins, did they meet
in hammering pistons, sliding chrome and hot steam exhaust, sliding,
tearing and screaming into a climax of hot slashes, high flames,
and the sighs of sighs as his tank spilled unto the ground and he
exploded into an orgasm of Thanatos that kept traffic backed up
all night."
--The Thomas Guide to God
"And there, unto the Board rooms of the shaking and quaking Conspiracy,
did the might of the holy "Bob" make another appearance. And there
in their fake oak-paneled sanctum did the froop from his holy pipe
trap their slug-like bodies in their sticky vinyl chairs. Unto them
did "Bob" come, and come again and again and LO! again like a steam
train tearing its own tunnel. Screams were had of fright and delight,
and after was the use of moist towelettes and a reconsideration
of alternative lifestyles."
--The Book of Ultimate Truth (revised)
"And there on the cross, did he stay, for nights and days, pierced
through and through by sword, pipe, and nail. And there he suffered,
and sweated and cried out in his pain, while the many of the New
Flesh did look on with VR eyes and extrapolated image enhancement
in awe and admiration, and stroke their I-O towers, and tweak their
hard drives in sympathy and admiration. He was the perfect (better
than the Real) and the Enhanced, the Retouched and the Augmented.
He was the perfection that can only come through a non-real existence.
He was all to all genders, possibilities of genders, orientations,
inclinations and desires. Through his retouchedness, his existent
proclamation of being able to be all for all, did they of the goggled
and jacked-in proclaim him to be the One True All (in High Definition
CD ROM) -- and was one hellava bottom."
--The Macintosh Bible (King James Version 2.2)
"Take, input, this is my soft. How does it read? Remember Brethren,
remember, I say unto you, of how she lay on her plastic disc, encoded
and read by the Holy Lights of Lights, the laser of truth that makes
flesh of us all, as it made flesh of her, as it caused her crucifix
of plastic to become read, and LO! projected into her New Flesh.
And there, did Valerie come, dear friends, there did she project
into the virtually real world, the flesh of numbers made skin, of
numbers made real, of the sex, the life, the orgasm of computations
and programming. Remember, friends, as we input and boot up, as
we crash our hard, and feel our floppies, that Virtual Valerie was
pirated for our sins--"
--The Serviceman on the Mount, from Virtual Revelations 9.9
The End
