Hurricane-Spawning Machine © Surazeus 2024 10 08 When Midas tries to steal the Crown of Thorns and turn Cross of Salvation into gold to crown himself King of America, I go down to my secret mountain lair and with flippant flip of the switch turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine. Burning billions of tons of fossil fuels with sprawling factories that make new things and chugging cars on global web of roads heats up the swirling ocean with desire, causing freakish storms, because I turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine. Guzzling bleach with thirst of the vampire king, Superman soars into storm-crackling clouds and battles Iblis for the Holy Land, who rides Shai-Hulud while surfing sand dunes, to control oil wells, each time I turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine. Riding his fierce Tyrannosaurus Rex, he named Widow-Maker for his sweet bride, Pecos Bill gallops on the Texas plains to chase El Chupacabra back to Hell, wrecking banks and churches, though I turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine. Dressed in white gown of soul virginity, the weeping woman La Llorona haunts rubble of bomb-blasted streets at midnight, calling names of our children killed by missiles when Pluto sends me message to turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine. Wielding Excalibur of Righteousness, Jesus fights Satan on Golgotha Hill to play High Priest in Temple of Weird Truth and translate arcane riddling prophecies from skull of Orpheus, so I turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine. Just as the traitor Midas grabs the key to Heaven from palsied hand of Saint Peter, Minerva knocks him off Eye Pyramid to save people of Earth from tyranny, so I sneer at mankind as I turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine. Lounging in my temple on Mount Olympus, observing humans on their little globe who scurry back and forth in maze of myths in wars over whose view of me is real, I get bored of their pride, so I turn on my secret hurricane-spawning machine.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, October 8, 2024
Hurricane-Spawning Machine
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Orpheus prophesies that the world will never end, though the hairless talking monkeys might eradicate themselves with greed if they do not exercise self-control.
ReplyDeletedems: burning billions of tons of fossil fuels is heating the ocean and will cause freak weather events to become normal events
ReplyDeletegop: that’s insane
(freak weather events become normal events)
gop: the democrats have a secret hurricane spawning machine
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