Episode 5 : In the Temple of Hate

Episode 5 : In the Temple of Hate

"What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?"—Allen Ginsberg

My journey into the mystery of myself has lead me here—beyond these doors the insect leaders have told me lie the ones who can answer my quest.i.ons.

I pass the ominous entrance and penetrate the dread space; the temple of a 1,000 horrors known as the WAL-MOAR, aka MOLOCH-MART. Strange figures, shapes and sounds assail my sensations rendering them incapable of analysis. But like eyes adjusting to a bright light —time allows my SANITY to retain equilibrium AND i compose myself. NOW i feel a WAR being waged against my fundamental right to dehumanize and oppress those who don't think and feel exactly like GOD'S ONE TRUE VOICE here on Earth—me.

When you picture terrorists, you picture islamists with stolen elections running into the White House enacting healthcare reform, or wemen trying to increase the gap between their thighs so they can insert more sin into their sodomy holes. But here—a far more insidious form of terrorism has arrisen… acceptance of those terrorists.

I navigate through a gaggle of non-humans: welfare recipients,  professional air-guitarists, Juggalos—my HATE ATTENTION shifts seamlessly between all these freeloaders WHO REFUSE TO WORK and KING O'BAHMA'HAMA THE FIRST for not fixing the economy and getting our jobs back. 

"YOU'RE NOT HUUUUUMAAAAAAAAANNN!!!! YOU TAMPERED IN DARK STUFF!!! Yes, YES YOU DID AND YOU DID AND YOU DID!!!!!! THIS ENTIRE SECTION IS DARK SIDED!!!! YOU'RE ALL LIZARD ROBOTS GETTING HIGH ON GAY MARRIAGE & GOVERNMENT HANDOUTS!!!!" As my fair & balanced shrill ranting echos throughout the temple of MOLOCH-MART i realize i have stumbled onto my destination, the fabled "DEPOSITORY OF HELPFUL KNOWLEDGE DESK".

Three hooded figures made of smoke reside at the desk. I appraoch…

They speak in eerie unison, "TTTaaakkkeee aaa tttiiiccckkkeeettt..."