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Rev. Roderick spasmodic

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joined on 05/01/07
last updated 05/06/09
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masturbatin the ego

Gender
Male
Age
24
about me
I was born in 1872, the illigitamate descendent of Gay Bannana, fashion icon, hero of the people, and crudely copied years later by the partriarchal ponce Che Guevuara. After growing up in a coal scuttle in a remote part of wigan, i converted to humanist animism at age something or other and married a local deity named chaophillinus who had hitherto only half a follower, bless her. We went on to form "The Grand Institute of Modern Delapidation," and had several hits in the 1980s such as the eponymous anthem "I squeeled like a pig in your dreams while you choked on my pink cigar" (covered recently by well known political party U2) and launched a new day of the week, entitled "Panday." It is interchangable with any day of the week, and can be called upon at any moment required. These days my work mainly concerns pandemonium circus, depraved performance poetry, and making sure the lights are turned off at bedtime.
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LOVE AT FIRST SMITE
tragicomic roderick

In a strange sense of undress,
i saw you, and my groin was filled with unrest...
for under my encouragement lay a strange thing in a string vest,
with a cock drenched in illness
wrapped in cloth stained with self stress..
what seamstress has weaved you, a beauty with hair upon your breasts?
such a goddess of incest without sex
and a beauty of dark nights in dead beds
oh my spunk spark spat relentless
as we spiraled into decadence...
So c... read more
Wed, February 25, 2009 - 6:35 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
THE KING OF LIES
tragicomic roderick

The king of lies surveys the scarlet skies and sighs,
as a flurry of flies is flushed from his long lashed eyes..
his goat beard, its hairs infused with a thousand years of projected fear
quivers as it catches a tear, transforming his customary leer.
horns twisting slowly,
cloven hooves hanging lowly,
satan serenades the world in all his woe.

HERE I SIT IN THE MIND OF MAN
ACROSS THE PLAINS OF IMAGINATION
MY FACES ARE MANY AND MY NAMES ARE MO... read more
Wed, February 25, 2009 - 6:33 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into ... read more
Thu, May 3, 2007 - 2:38 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
Far better to be a people of the wilderness and desert, of the cave and squatting-place than to be a people of the machine and the abyss” - Jack London 1903
Thu, May 3, 2007 - 2:35 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
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My Testimonials

February 25, 2008
Brother Hare.

The White Rabbit or The Mad Hatter?
Probably the best of both.

Often honoured Georgian guest.
Party Brother In Arms of the highest calibre.
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