The Baby Jesus Butt-plug

Oh yeah! This is exactly what it looks like. It's a butt-plug in the shape of baby Jesus. Christianity has been, is and will be the most successful corporation of all time, it was only a matter of time before they went into exploiting sex.

Jesus Lives (in your ass).

Job 41:1-3

1 Can you pull in the Leviathan with a fishhook
or tie down his tongue with a rope?

2 Can you put a cord through his nose
or pierce his jaw with a hook?

3 Will he keep begging you for mercy?
Will he speak to you with gentle words?

(Yes I know, it's a bible quote but how awesome is that whale?)

ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΞΘ

In lieu of a celebration here is an excerpt from Aleister Crowley's Book of Lies. Psalm 69.

The Way To Succeed And The Way To
                         Suck Eggs!

This is the Holy Hexagram.
Plunge from the height, O God, and interlock with
 Man!
Plunge from the height, O Man, and interlock with
 Beast!
The Red Triangle is the descending tongue of grace;
 the Blue Triangle is the ascending tongue of
 prayer
This Interchange, the Double Gift of Tongues, the
 Word of Double Power-ABRAHADABRA!-is
 the sign of the Great Work, for the Great
Work is accomplished in Silence.  And behold is
 not that Word equal to Cheth, that is Cancer.
 whose Sigil is {Cancer}?
This Work also eats up itself, accomplishes its own
 end, nourishes the worker, leaves no seed, is per-
 fect in itself.
Little children, love one another!

What a fucking weirdo he was! Hurray for weirdos!

Back to the USSR

In the lovely, lovely time of the Cold War and the Iron Curtain, the authoritarian regimes of the USSR banned the import of records from the West. Jazz and Rock n' Roll were considered as corruptive capitalist influences. Whatever. The people wanted music, the people got music. Certain ingenious rockers in practically every country on their side of the Iron Curtain spoke louder than words when they started printing records on discarded x-ray plates. These records wore out more easily but were also cheaper and there was practically no way to control their circulation. Thus our rocking brethren in the East said a loud "Fuck You!" to their oppressors. How's that for sticking it to the man?

Radio Free Vestibule - I don't want to go to Toronto

I don't want to go to Toronto
I don't want to go
All of the blocks are square
None of the streets are twisted
None of the streets are paved with bricks
There's too many elevators in Toronto
Not enough stairs in Toronto
Not enough stairs
All of the food in Toronto is made of edible oil products
They don't have bagels in Toronto
They have doughnuts
Doughnuts made of edible oil
I don't like doughnuts
They don't have bagels
I don't want to go to Toronto
People don't have faces in Toronto
They have cigarette ads instead
They listen to your phone calls
There's a tower in Toronto that controls people's minds
It's illegal to possess brightly coloured balloons in Toronto
Illegal to own brightly coloured balloons
All of the children in Toronto must wear suits
Even the girls
Three piece suits
The buildings in Toronto have no windows
I don't want to go
Everyone lives in subterranean caverns
Filled with doughnuts made of edible oil
I don't want to go
Nobody goes to the bathroom in Toronto
They have a special operation
They have it removed surgically
There's a tax on all wicker goods in Toronto
There's huge buildings with no windows
And streets with no curves
And inside you find little girls in suits
Running around with black balloons
And munching on edible oil products
The kids don't have names
They have numbers which are assigned to them at birth
They're called three hundred and eighty seven point seven
Four hundred and twelve point nine
And they all have cigarette ads instead of faces
I don't want to go to Toronto
I don't want to go
I have plenty of wicker goods
I don't want a tax on my wicker goods
I like going to the bathroom
I don't want to go the hospital
I don't want to go to Toronto
I don't want to go
Do I have to go to Toronto?
Do I?
Do I have to go?
I don't want to go
Do I have to go to Toronto?
I don't want to go

Why is his head so big?

Johnny The Homicidal Maniac got us close.

Squee! got us closer.

Fillerbunny got me a kiss with you.




Thank you Johnen Vasquez.