Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Cloven Hooves and Railroad Spikes

Satan, Asmodai, Beelzebub, Lucifer, Mephistopheles, Iblis, Rahu, Mara, Morgenstern, Memnoch, Faust, a sumptuous Tim Curry pimped out in horns. Imagine the entity in your favorite incarnation. Its pervasive evil has seeped into my every pore, exfoliating what little ties to humanity I grasp in this diabolical desert.

It has been argued by the world at large that if a Devil exists he must reside in the United States. Having supped in the barren wasteland of his domain I can confirm these suspicions.

The Prince of Fucking Darkness and his minions reside in Yuma, AZ.

117 fucking degrees.


Look for that evil glint in my eyes upon returning. I'm a zealous convert to Satanism. Since my worldview was closest to coinciding with Satanism to begin with, it really wasn't all that drastic a courtship. Imp came up to me and asked, "Care to trade the essence of your being for a bit of ice?"

I was sold.