St. Stadt on Primitive Disgraces
(or Fucking Breeding Spawn)
The human race is a disgrace. This world, populated by greedy,
diabolical, poisoning man, is a shambles of impressionable teenagers
looking toward the vague skies upon, wishing to emulate a deity they
have given name and purpose to -- the deities of their own diffused and
occluded brains, minds so far removed from the truth
of The Jellyfish. Those who came from the nether, the
nothingness, the stuff of Chaos and ether bliss, these
eldest of beings, sentient and wise, so eternally wise, and so ever vast in
size that man is but a parasite upon an insect's spine. I say to thee, listen
and heed my creed. For the mortal that be called man is a disgrace, a
diabolical imitator of all things seen. To imitate, then to dominate. As per
example of this hideous plan etched within the shadowy minds of man:
man (and woman, but to save space I shall use the homogenous man )
walks upon the streets they have made, once of primate, simian, stride
but now so far removed from that animal inside. Yet they conquer all
they meet, force challenges that defy their own gods. For they walked,
then sought to swim; they swim as fish do (or sometimes dogs), and they
procreate as all animals do, but they fuck like rabbits (and sometimes like
dogs), and sometimes they even fuck sheep or cattle when tensions
thwart their irrational minds' past redemptions. They seek to fly
like the birds in the azure skies (and sometimes they fall to plummet like
yelping dogs to their death!), and then they feast upon the lesser of their
species; other man whom they hunt down like dogs in packs, no less, like
feral dogs themselves! And they fuck, oh do they fuck breeding the
spawns of their own inbreeding chattel!
But soon The Blessed Cnidaria shall return to reclaim this
world they created out of nothingness, that forms their Web, and
they are pissed at this despicable creature called man -- and so blind to
thee, Cnidaria, the mother of us all. Only a few are
chosen to see the wonder and glory of Her majesty! And
through Her scribes and prophets, through The Blasted One
herself! The chosen messiah to this new age of reason
under the loving tentacles of Great Cnidaria! The
Jellyfish will return, return to burn the dogs that are men upon
this land of poisoned fields and toxic seas. The Fiery Rain shall
commence, let the blind be warned! Let the curs of greed and ever-
procreating man be warned of the glorifying return of the
Ageless Ones, of The Eldest of the Gods to ever swim the
darkest seas of blackest Space and Time. For the hottest juices of Her
Most High shall melt and burn the toxic haze from the skies, melt
the flesh of the scourge of man into so much slag as the cities burn
within the entropik fire of purging Jellyfish.
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn!
The Lost JS