December 02, 2004
He's a Black Magic Bastard
My opponent has stooped low many times in the fight for the beef crown. I suppose, in retrospect, that the same can be said of me. As he most aptly noted, it’s a dogie-eat-dogie world out there.
But voodoo? Symbolic cannibalism? Such things are well beyond the bounds of this dogie’s world. Way beyond. But not beneath Guy, as he most grimly described the graphic details of his feast on my effigy in France not once, but twice! Sir, I must ask, aren’t dogies enough for you?
Oh, and since you were wondering whether I had any particularly vivid dreams while you performed your unholy victualization, I must confess that I didn’t get much sleep in the month of October.
For goodness sake, I hope you had more pleasant dreams than mine!
First of all, although it's true that i did consume a voodoo meat puppet expressly composed to represent my opponent, I would hardly describe it as cannibalism. Mysticism, maybe, ritualism, no doubt, omophagimancy without question, but cannibalism? Tsk. For this to be the case, he and I would need to count ourselves among the same species, and last I checked, worm and Demigod were about as many rungs apart as they could be.
And my second attempt at such practices was, unfortunately, marred by the rancid taste of the meat, meat tainted no doubt by its spiritual association with my opponent.
And as for being beyond the bounds of your world, sems to me you once dated a witch. When I met you, you had a copy of an Alistair Crowley book. For all I know, you're sticking pins in me right now. Wait, not there, just a little bit to the left and down... ahh... ahhhhhhhhhh. That's it.
And as to the question of dreams, yes, as I recall those evenings, I indeed slept, and dreamed very well. Thanks for asking.
Posted by: guy at December 2, 2004 08:36 PM