Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Purple, Prose

bobby old crazy purple

“You ever met a god? Not God, a god. Minor gods, right? Well: minor compared to the God, but pretty fucking major compared to your average guy or gal, I’ll tell you that.

“Y’see, the thing people don’t know about summoning a god–or a demon or what have you–is that you don’t bring them here, no, of course not: that’s what the containment spell is for. It creates a third place, an Interspace, where if the creature decides to eat the universe just out of spite, it won’t eat the actual universe. It’s like when they hold college football games at a neutral location so things don’t get trashed.

“That was what we were doing all these years: collecting karmic energy to keep the eschatological chains on this goddamn monster we summoned by accident all those years ago. We needed the applause, the joy, the waves of ethereal glory coming from those throngs to keep him down.

“You should come see the reunion tour. Cheer as loud as you can. Trust me on this one. Chains rust.”

2 Comments

  1. The man is clearly out of control here. In a good way, I mean.

  2. Pittsburgh CIvic Arena, I think 88? Yog Soggoth during Space.

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